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This moment may not have taken place in Minrathous, but it meant everything to Jericho. He had struggled with Despair for so long. It's the demon he's most susceptible to, one he was possessed by, the hardest for him to face both in his dreams and in combat. For so long, Hope was a foreign concept to Jericho.
Joining the Shadows, finding a community to care about, people that care about him, working for a worthy cause, trying to change Minrathous for the better... that all started to change things for him. But this moment in the Hossberg Wetlands was what really turned things around for him.
Fighting against Despair Undying, seeing it come back, over and over, with seemingly no way to stop it... it felt all too real. Like a metaphor for his entire life. That the despair would never truly fade.
But then, his and the Veilguard's and the Warden's work in the Wetlands uncovered those caves full of flowers. A symbol that all wasn't lost. And he brought them back to that place, and found Hope Unyielding in Despair's place. It was such a powerful, poignant moment in his life. Where he finally realized that despair doesn't have to last. That's hope can still be found, even for him.
While Jericho's past is heavily represented by Despair, and while it's something he struggles with, the people he's closest to see him as a symbol of Hope. As he always fights to make sure those around him never have to feel Despair the way he has - whether that's being there for Dock Town, the Shadows, his friends, his LI, or even all of Thedas. There's probably nothing more central to his character than Despair vs Hope.
Despair Jericho, Hopeful Jericho, and fighting Despair in Dock Town @shadow-dragon-week
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Rook has a nightmare
(Word count 1,074, also on AO3)
The dragon's roar shook the city, and the horrid sound of wing beats echoed in Rook's head as she ran through the streets of Minrathous. Every few minutes she could see the dragon make a pass at the city, breathing a line of fire and destroying whatever stood in it's path. The beast hit a building with it's tail, sending bits of plaster and stone tumbling to the ground.
She could hear screams around her, trying to run for cover or towards the harbor, hoping that the water would protect them from the fire. It was worst than the night of Solas's ritual.
"The city can't take much more of this!" Lace shouted behind her. "We have to find Neve!"
Rook gave a sharp nod, zig zagging through the streets in search of her fellow Shadow, in search of any of the Shadows really.
The dragon mage another pass, diving towards a building, and the same stench of blight and rot that had permeated D'Metas Crossing hit her as the dragon slashed at anyone in its way with its claws. A woman stood in a doorway, frozen in fear, toddler in her arms, and the dragon was diving straight towards her.
Ashur slumped against the doorway, the woman and the child huddled in the street a few feet away from where he'd shoved them out of the dragon's path. A bloodied gash spread across Ashur's chest as he groaned in pain.
"Viper!" Tarquin's voice held fear and worry as he rushed to Ashur's side, trying to get a better look at the wound. Ashur pushed Tarquin away, not letting the Templar touch the wound or get too close.
"Don't," the Viper said raggedly, pain etched around his eyes. "The dragon was blighted. Can't...let you get blighted too."
Rook didn't realize she was the one screaming at first. Despair curled around her like a serpent, sinking into her very soul. She was too late...the damage was already done, her friends lay injured or dying around her, and again she was too late.
Someone shook her hard, a voice threading through the nightmare and jolting Rook back to the waking world. She wasn't in the streets of Minrathous, surrounded by blight, blood, and fire. She was propped up against pillows on a fancy looking couch, fancy like the furniture she'd seen in Lucanis's villa and the Divine's manor.
Her throat felt raw from screaming, and Tarquin, dressed in what she was pretty sure was one of Ashur's shirts, hovered over her, a harried expression on his face. "Rook, are you alright? What had you screaming so loud?"
Her mouth opened and closed, but she couldn't formulate any words as she stared at him, her mind still catching up with the fact that it had been a nightmare. She realized she was trembling, and Tarquin gave her a look of alarm when she sobbed.
Things seemed to go hazy for a few minutes, and when she really came back to herself, she felt Tarquin holding her, her head tucked into the crook of his neck, the shirt he wore wet from her crying, and Ashur's strong hand on her back.
"Must have been a pretty bad nightmare," Tarquin was telling Ashur.
"Hmm, given even half of what Neve has told us of their fight against the gods, I'm not surprised. Even just some of it would break some people. But Neve said Rook held the team together no matter what happened."
"What you both went through, what the Shadows went through, would break people," Rook whispered against Tarquin's neck. She was vaguely aware she was still trembling, but she wasn't disassociating anymore at least.
"Venhedis, Rook, you gave us a scare," Tarquin told her. "Woke Ashur and I out of a dead sleep."
She felt the sofa shift as Ashur sat beside her and Tarquin. "What was the nightmare about?" he asked gently.
"I saw the dragon attack Minrathous. I saw you being blighted," Rook shuddered. "It felt so real."
"The dragon's dead, Rook," Ashur reassured her. "The Veilguard and the Wardens killed it and the Treviso dragon in the wetlands. The Blight is over, and I'm okay."
"I might argue with the term okay," Tarquin said dryly, "You work yourself too hard and don't get enough sleep, but you aren't blighted or dying anymore."
"We all work too hard and none of us get enough sleep," Ashur replied pointedly. "Rook fell asleep in the middle of a conversation with Mae."
Well that explained why she'd been sleeping on one of Ashur's couches at least.
She sat up, forcing herself to pull away from Tarquin and Ashur and stood, attempting to gather whatever was left of her tattered dignity. "I'm sorry I woke you two. Tarquin's right, you both have dark circles under your eyes. You two should head back to bed. I just need to get down to the Eluvian and back to the Lighthouse."
Tarquin snorted and quickly moved to stand in her way. "If you think we're letting you go back to the Lighthouse alone after you were so exhausted you feel asleep in the middle of a conversation and woke screaming so loud they could probably hear you in Dock Town, you're an idiot, Desa Mercar."
She winced and glanced down in guilt. "I've already bothered you two enough tonight."
"No, we're not letting you slip away that easily, Rook," Tarquin told her firmly.
"The couch in the sitting room is a bit more comfortable than this one," Ashur told her. "You can sleep there, and the three of us will talk in the morning."
She debated arguing. She debated waiting until Ashur and Tarquin had gone back to bed and slipping out.
But she was just so tired. Between the schedule she'd been keeping and the nightmare, she didn't have the energy to argue. So she let Ashur and Tarquin usher her towards the Divine's personal quarters and get her settled on a comfortable divan, and let Tarquin fuss as he put a blanket over her.
Tarquin fixed her with a glare before he and Ashur headed back to bed. "Don't you dare go anywhere, Rook. Not before we've had a chance to talk in the morning."
She nodded and fell back against her pillow. As exhaustion began to claim her again, she felt something she had not felt in relation to Ashur and Tarquin in months.
Inspired by @woundedsoul12's Mafia AU, a photo of Gladius when he and Riley had their whole lives ahead of them. Now that only Riley is older, it sits in a frame on his desk as a reminder.
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"Mercar, stop being stupid," Tarquin huffed, pinching his nose. "It's not a potion will make it better kind of thing."
"I'm fine," Riley grumbled and adjusted the pillow he was leaning on. He couldn't hide his wince. "It doesn't hurt at all."
"And here I thought you'd run to our new healer even with a papercut," Tarquin rolled his eyes. "
"New…? Wait, you mean—" Riley was rising to stand up, but the piercing pain in his side put him on his knees again.
"Someone needs me?" a head appeared in the hideout lounge doorway. A head with white, messy hair, blue eyes… Damn it, it was her! "Riley, are you hurt again?"
"He says he's fine and he'll sleep it off," Tarquin mocked but stepped away when Lydia rushed to qunari's side.
"You're here," Riley hissed, getting up. "I thought you left."
"Change of plan," Lydia gave him a sheepish smile. "Viper approached me and asked for my help, Shadows really could use a healer. We agreed with Varric that my skills would be more useful here than on the road. So, it almost doesn't hurt or do you need me to take a look?"
"It hurts so much," Riley grinned. "I was confused, you see."
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Shadow Dragon Week 2026 - Day 2 - Shadows Stand Together
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Neve and Rook have a moment.
(Word count 530, also on AO3)
Neve stood in a basement room of the Divine's manor, a room that existed behind a hidden door that only a select few knew about. Within the room, behind a series of bookcases, lay the entrance to a tunnel that allowed Ashur to come and go from the Divine's manor without anyone seeing.
Between the blighted dragon attack, the Venatori, and Elgar'nan, there weren't a lot of Shadows left. Neve knew the Shadows were still needed. Dorian maneuvered to become the next Archon and Ashur dealt with the mess left among the Chantry and the Templars after most of the Venatori embedded in the organizations had been killed. The Venatori might have been decimated, but the systematic problems in Tevinter remained.
With Ashur and Dorian busy, it fell to Neve to reorganize the Shadows, vet and recruit additional members, and keep things moving.
They couldn't remain in the basement of the Divine's manor for much longer. Most of the Magisters had been killed when Elgar'nan attacked, but many of their heirs held the same beliefs and prejudices, and the Shadows needed a safe haven to operate from.
Neve leaned over a map of the city, absently chewing on the end of her pen as she went over possible sites for a new hideout.
She heard the soft woosh of the hidden door to the room open and glanced up at Rook as the other mage entered. A brief smile of welcome crossed the detective's lips. "Rook, come to help me find a new hideout?"
"I came to check on you," Rook replied. "Maevaris said you've been down here for hours. I don't know that my presence is welcome by anyone but you and Mae, but you know I'll do whatever I can to help you and the Shadows."
Neve's brow creased a moment. "Rook, you know you are still a Shadow, right?"
"Am I?" Rook shrugged. "You and Maevaris are the only ones who have treated me like it. Tarquin doesn't hate me anymore, but I still haven't had the chance to properly talk to him or Ashur with everything going on."
"Yes, you are, and we need you," Neve told her, "Now more than ever."
Except for during the dragon, but neither woman said that aloud.
Perhaps, Rook thought, helping the Shadows rebuild might help her make amends. She didn't say that aloud either, because she knew Neve would give her an exasperated look and ask her if killing Elgar'nan and saving everyone from the blight wasn't enough.
"Then you have me, Shadows stand together, after all," Desa replied. She crossed to the table and stared down at the map. "We need a new front. The pawnshop was good, but any magisters or Venatori would suspect another one."
"I know know if a shop is the right kind of new front," Neve noted with a frown.
"And you have an idea for something else," Desa guessed.
"Yes," Neve confirmed. "We just need to find the right place."
"Then let's pick a few possible sites and scout them," Rook suggested.
Neve's lips quirked up into a smile. "It's good to have you at my side, Rook."
Summary: Gladius Mercar helps his Lord of Fortune partners, Turvi and Naera Laidir, track down what happened to their families.
With appearances or mentions of Naera Laidir (@serensama), Turvi Laidir (@davrinsleftpectoral), and Xiqaa Laidir (@genjyoandgojyoandhakkai)
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Gladius's arm was starting to ache. It had been a long day, filled with several setbacks, one fight, a lot of talking to people who thought he was too stupid to understand basic Trade, and a whole host of other inconveniences. And, looking at the sun nearing the horizon, he was almost out of time. He looked down over the side of the building at the man currently dangling in his grip and gave a little shake.
"Are you ready to talk? I need to get back to my ship," Gladius raised his voice over the incoherent whimpering. "My husband is cooking tonight, and by the way he bolted out this morning, it's going to be something special. I'm not waiting on you for that."
"Grrahcpft?"
Gladius looked more closely at the man, whose face was a shade of purple that could not be good for him. It was hard to tell with the patchy beard, but the bald spot on his head was definitely not the right shade. Sighing, he grabbed the other ankle with his spare hand and hauled the man back onto the roof as he spluttered and flailed.
"Now, just listen for a second while your blood goes back to where it's supposed to be," Gladius put a firm hand his shoulder, and could feel the man shaking. His face was going from that blotchy dark purple to something resembling his normal tan, but he judged it would take a minute or so. The man nodded briefly, and by his wince, regretted it immediately.
"I need to see the amended bills of lading for The Painted Dragon, which I have already confirmed exist," Gladius reminded the man, whose eyes were still wild as he caught his breath. "You know the ones I want, more than a decade old. The ones you and your predecessor were bribed to destroy, but kept for blackmail instead."
"They're in the safe by my desk," the man gasped out, and fished around in his doublet for a moment, before pulling out a key on a chain. It took him a moment to disconnect it, but Gladius waited, watching his movements for any sign that he was going to throw it and bolt. "Can't do much though. Too old to arrest anyone. No proof of bribes."
"I don't care about the law," Gladius gave him a predatory smile as he leaned close to look directly into the man's eyes. "I care about my family. Surely a man like you can understand that."
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"You may not find anything good," Tarquin had said, sighing into his beer and pushing an envelope on the table over towards him. Gladius had picked it up and looked briefly inside to see a few papers, scraps, and clippings with notes in the Tempar's neat hand and another one he didn't recognize. "But I know that's not the point."
"But you did find some leads?" Gladius had looked up to see the man's eyes searching his face until he finally gave a nod.
"Yeah, but you really owe Gallus one, the next time you're in town," Tarquin had flicked his eyes to the envelope before taking a large drink. "She was able to trace the names to a couple of ports, and at least one of those has a harbormaster so corrupt it makes our officials look like they're barely trying. He'll have something, people like him always do."
"Thanks, Tarquin," Gladius had smiled, and tucked the envelope into his armor. "I really appreciate it.
"I added names of some of our people in a few places in case you need it, and Mercar," Tarquin had fixed him with a baleful stare. "Don't let me hear about you burning down any government offices. I don't need the paperwork."
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As the sun started to kiss the horizon in an explosion of pinks and purples, Gladius found himself walking lightly up the pier, right on time. He could see Naera's purple hair whipping in the wind as she leaned over the railing of their ship to wave down at him with a smile. He gave her a big smile as he moved a little faster, scooping the elf up into his arms as soon as he set foot on deck.
"Turvi is making your favorite stew!" she laughed, as she gave him a kiss, smelling of spices and oil from the kitchen. "I promised to help test out the bread."
"I bet you did," he gave her rear a small pat as he put her back on the ground, and then leaned over to kiss the top of her head. "Just make sure there's some left for the rest of us."
"Rude!" she laughed but waved him off as she went to go below decks. She paused in the doorway to call back, "Xi said to go find them when you got in. Something about the next port?"
Gladius waved as she disappeared below, and swept his eyes around the deck, lighting on the captain who was admiring the sunset at the bow of the ship. The wind was starting to pick up, and he could tell they were restless to get back to see as he trudged forward.
"Well?"
"I found something this time," Gladius crossed his arms and stood to look out at the sea, now going shades of navy and pink where the sky was reflected. Xi turned their face to him, waiting for the rest. "Any chance we can make our way to Kirkwall? There's someone there who may know where some of Turvi's family went."
"Really?"
"I saw their names," Gladius sighed out a breath. Elation and horror in equal measure as he saw the names, in a neat hand, of dozens of people trafficked away from their loved ones. To unknown fates. Some of them sharing their name with someone he loved.
"There's a contract to take silks to a few cities in the Free Marches," Xi gave the barest smile at his expression, and nodded towards the pier. "If you're willing to help load them tomorrow, we can make sure to make that one of our ports of call."
"Thanks Xi," Gladius smiled, shaking his arms out. "I'll tell them after dinner tonight."
"Probably smart," they nodded. "Last time you had big news Turvi cried in his soup."
"Can't have sad soup. Where would Nae dip her bread?"
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Jericho and Juan wake up the morning after the party, apparently having spent most of the evening harassing their mutual custody ex. The healthiest way of addressing our problems, probably.
written with @sandcastlekings | Happens after Minrathous Exit and Elf Root & Self-Care
Thankfully, Juan was prepared. They knew the party would go long, regardless of what drama had happened. It wasn't a de Riva party without at least one stabbing, as they say. They lost track of whatever was going on by the time they had gotten back in from their little session outside with Jericho and Mina. That's why the first practice was set up for the evening, not the morning.
It was a good thing, because their head was pounding. Juan was prepared enough to toss a couple bottles of water on the nightstand before they went to bed, the party still going on outside. They got up to drain one, forcing it to stay down. They checked their phone next, wincing at the screen light.
Missed Texts (6)
Fucking Elek: Are you done?
Fucking Elek: I assume you're done.
Fucking Elek: You passed out, didn't you?
Fucking Elek: Are you serious?
Fucking Elek: ffs
Fucking Elek: Text back when you sober up.
Juan didn't intend to bother Jericho with it if they could avoid it, but as they unlocked their phone, whatever color left they had in their face drained away. They shook Jericho by the shoulder and rasped out, "Hey, wake up."
"Hmm?" Jericho turned with a groan and blinked his eyes open slowly. "What is it?" He muttered through a yawn.
"I think we did something last night," they said, handing a water bottle over.
He took the bottle with a small grin. "We do something most nights."
"Not me complaining," they snickered. "But, remember how we were talking about our texting game last night? I think we put it to the test."
Suddenly wide eyed, he took a sip of his water while he tried to recall the aftermath of the party. "Put it to the test how… exactly?"
"Those pictures we took last night? I guess we sent them…"
"Which pictures…? And to who…?" Jericho wasn't sure he wanted to know the answer.
Juan handed his phone over. "At least they're waist up. I think."
"You think!?" He nearly choked on his water. "How many did we take?" He looked down at the phone and his jaw fell. "Shit. Elek!?"
"Looks like only a couple dozen…" They took their phone back. "It's just Elek, not a big deal. Though you might want to check your phone too."
Jericho nervously ran a hand through his hair and sighed as he reached for his phone.
Missed Texts (4)
El: Jer? Are you drunk?
El: What the fuck? This isn't like you
El: Did Juan put you up to this?
El: Just… text me in the morning
"Fuck. I sent them too."
"Yeah… I used to send them to him when I was mad." They flipped through the photos and giggled. "They're good though."
Jericho covered his face with his hands and groaned again. "I'm almost afraid to look… just tell me there aren't any nudes in there."
They flipped through and shrugged. "Not exactly."
"Not exactly?" He glanced curiously at the phone in their hand.
"Well. You're covered and I'm busy."
Jericho had picked the wrong moment to take a drink of water as it immediately sprayed back out of his mouth as he choked and spluttered. "WHAT!?"
They leaned just out of the way to avoid the splash before raising their phone. "It was one of the last ones we sent. You look really good, but don't show Gigi. She'll make a thing out of it."
Jericho turned bright red. "We actually sent that… to Elek… I've never…" His embarrassed rambling paused for a moment. "Wait… why would I show anyone? And why would Gigi care?"
"She's just always on the lookout for new talent," they said with a shrug. Juan noticed how he was panicking. "Hey. Elek likes you. Just tell him to delete it and he will. It's just a few photos."
He nodded and took a deep breath. "I'm just not used to this sort of thing… having others see… but I don't mind that we took them. I think I like having them… but just for us."
They kissed him on the cheek. "Then they'll be for us. Though, full disclosure, there are photos of me out there that are paywalled. And a few videos."
Jericho smiled at the kiss and then froze as Juan's words sank in. "Oh." He frowned, deep in thought for a moment before he breathed a small sigh. "Okay."
"I.. I don't do it anymore."
"It's alright, Juan." He reached for their hand. "I'm not upset."
"It was just because it was fun and it paid well." They shrugged again, "Like I said, Elek will delete yours if you ask. And it's not like they went anywhere else."
"It's part of your past, and I don't have a problem with that." He smiled. "I was mostly… surprised, I guess. And I'll apologize to Elek later… if I can work up the nerve to acknowledge I still exist."
"It was months ago, actually," Juan muttered. "I'll tell him to delete it."
"Months ago?" Jericho repeated in a whisper. "Before or after we…?"
"Before! When I was single!" they choked. "I'm not like that!"
"Right, I'm sorry, I didn't mean…" he sighed and hung his head. "I'm sorry."
"It's.. It's fine, Jer." They took a deep breath, "It's the hangover. I'll be fine after a shower."
Jericho nodded but a small frown remained. "No, I shouldn't have asked. I didn't think… I know you wouldn't do that. I trust you."
"I know you do. I appreciate it." They were quiet for a moment before sliding out of the bed. "I should get cleaned up."
He watched them get out of bed as a worried crease formed between his brows. Pulling his knees to his chest, he rest his head against them and mumbled a quiet, "I'll be here."
Juan looked at him before they got to the door and sighed, heading back to the bed. "Jer. No. Please don't." They placed a hand on his knee while they slid next to him.
Jericho shifted slightly, turning his head to look at them. "Hm? Don't what?"
"My life isn't your life. I know that. And it's fair that you're not comfortable with everything I do. That's… It is what it is, I guess. It's fine."
He raised up slightly and put his hand over Juan's where it rested on his knee. "Juan, no. That's not a problem. I just worry I hurt your feelings by implying you'd go behind my back… I told you when we started dating that I didn't have a problem with the stripping or your reputation, and I meant that." He looked at them with a pleading gaze. "I still do."
"I know. It's okay. I'm fine." They smiled and ran their hand across his cheek. "Promise. And I won't do anything like that without telling you. I love you, Jer."
Relaxing with a smile, Jericho leaned in for a soft kiss. "I love you too, Juan."
They smiled back, leaning up against his arm. "I mean, I would stay in bed longer, but I do have a long day ahead. And you really should text back Elek, probably thinks I'm corrupting you or some shit."
"Hm. As if he never got me into trouble." He chuckled. "I'll take care of it. And I'll be here when you come home."
"I could do worse if you let me," they smirked.
"Tempting," he laughed. "I think I'd let you get away with worse. Can't say I'm not at least curious."
Yes, I'm definitely working these prompts into a connected story, which means picking which prompt out of each pair I think will work for the next plot beat. In this case, Freedom.
Dum Lux Est, Spes Est(where there's light, there's hope)
Chapter 2: Freedom
Rating: T
Words: 881
Snippet:
The high summer sun left a pleasant warmth across Saadrah’s bared arms as she sat in the public garden of the Maze’s small chantry and listened.
Birdsong. High, lilting, melodic. Possibly enhanced a little by magical experiments that got loose, if the tales she’d heard while working as a day laborer at the warehouses were to be believed, just like mabari and white rooks and the occasional spiky menace.
Industry. Creaking wheels and groaning ropes, hammers and winches and clattering crates. The roar of some steam-fueled machinery chugging away, the musical clinking of glassware, the rumble of sledges pulled by hired muscles.
Voices. Children calling to each other as they played hide-and-seek. Gossips lingering over water barrels. Foremen shouting to their charges and work chanties to keep people in time as they earned their coin.
Saadrah’s lips moved as she listened.
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Not quite finished in time for Rook Week 2026, @serialsforbellara's gorgeous Gemma in the Texas AU. Not pictured, but definitely around somewhere, Peanut the dog.
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