#;Duran Aeducan

[ontarom]

A moment of discrete tenderness between the spymaster and the King of Orzammar, aka the Hero of Ferelden, during a visit to Skyhold.

A couple months ago I played DAO with a noble dwarf and I really fell in love with him. He ended up being a great fit to romance Leliana, I think: very honorable and gentlemanly, but not without his sins (he has fathered two kids, which Leliana knows about and is okay with, but he's mortified by it)

But now I'm mad that Leliana gets introduced as "mistress to the King/Queen of Ferelden" in the Winter Palace, if she romanced a human Grey Warden, but not as "mistress to the King/Queen of Orzammar". Maybe it depends whether on you put Behlen or Harrowmont on the throne... Bleh, anyway, my headcanon is that Duran Aeducan came back and took the throne after Harrowmont.

Also yeah I REALLY simplified the crown of Orzammar because the real thing looks cumbersome as hell.

[vikinggirl3]

(1/7)

This is one of my 7 Grey Wardens I have created in my "All Wardens Survive AU".

This is Duran Aeducan, Dwarf Noble, Duel-Wielding Warrior. No Romance. Has a child with Mardy. Champion.

[katari-adaari]

Happy (tail end) of pride! Here are my OCS sexualities and stuuf

Surana Amell - Hero of Ferelden: Bisexual

Amaris Hawke - Champion of Kirkwall: Demisexual, Biromantic

Katari Adaar - Inquisitor: Asexual demiromantic

Kallara Tabris: Lesbian

Kieran Tabris: Agender Asexual aromantic

Kiera/Yenna Trevelyan - omnisexual

Asala - Asexual Lesbian

Ataashi - Lesbian

Duran Aeducan - Bisexual

[lysblack]

Ever wondered how the events in DA:Origins would have gone if all the possible origins characters had survived?

Here you go: Aenor Mahariel's the newest, unwilling Warden recruit. But Natia Brosca, Geralt Amell, Kallian Tabris, Elissa Cousland and Duran Aeducan are all alive and kicking and definetly won't stand aside as the Blight and their enemies destroy Ferelden. Who says that only a Warden can help save the day? Ships: F!CouslandxAlistair, M!AmellxJowan, F!BroscaxLeske, F!TabrisxLeliana Status: COMPLETE. Words:249,713 Chapters:42/42

This is just the first part of a way longer project up to Inquisition where I use multiple origins for Warden, Hawke and Inquisitor, DA2 has already been written in full but not translated yet. I feel like it's important to say that all of this came to life because I couldn't romance Jowan as a Male Amell and I found that so unacceptable I had to start writing my own canon out of spite. Shipping and spite are the backbone of everything I do.

[nucuk]

Gift exchange session between Durry and Morry 🧙🤴🪵🪨🏕️

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Duran Aeducan | Dragon Age : Origins

[manfrommars2049]

[no spoilers] [OC] Introducing the Dwarf Noble… Duran Aeducan. via dragonage

[briarruler]

Masterpost - My Wardens

Duran Aeducan - dwarf, man, Warrior.

Kallian Tabris - elf, woman, Rogue. How I view my Warden if they are from the City Elf Origin, what choices she made and why she made them.

Part 1 - The Alienage.

Part 2 - Ostagar

Natia Brosca - dwarf, woman, Rogue.

Neria Surana - Mage, elf, woman. How I view my Warden they are from the Mage Origin, what choices she made and why she made them.

[silvanils]

Happy Friday!! For DADWC: "I'm pregnant," from Cute Shippy Starters for a pairing of your choice. Bring the drama :D

Thanks for the @dadrunkwriting prompt!

I decided to run with an idea I’ve had for my Aeducan/Brosca pairing for a LONG time. They escaped to the surface together during the Blight and become a pair of wandering mercenaries. Then, one day, they get a BIG surprise...

This wasn’t supposed to be possible.

Only about half of Dust Town’s population were actually fertile — and Nadia had known for a long, long time she fell into the half that wasn’t. She’d tumbled plenty of people and nothing had ever come of it, and that suited her just fine. She’d never felt like she was missing out.

Meeting Duran hadn’t changed that, either. Not really. He was handsome, of course, and sweet to her. Any noble hunter would have been lucky to snag him, give him a son he could dote on. A sweet little boy who’d grow up to be just as wonderful as his father…

She’d told him from the start she couldn’t give him that, but that had never been what he wanted from her anyway.

We have each other, Nat. That’s all we really need.

It had been fifteen years since they’d come to the surface. Fifteen years they’d been together, loving and laughing and never once thinking they needed anything more.

And yet, here she was, coming home from the healer with much bigger news than either of them had expected.

“Well?” Duran asked, dusting dirt off his hands as he stood up from the patch of garden he’d been working on. “Did they manage to get everything sorted out?”

Nadia ran to him, and he scooped her into his arms without thinking. She felt a warm ache bloom in her chest. As gentle as he is strong, she thought.

“I’m pregnant,” she said.

He set her down and looked at her with a stunned look of pure surprise and wonder that she’d kill to have preserved in a painting. “Really?”

“Probably due in the spring,” she said, unable to hold back a choked laugh. “We’re going to be parents, Duran. Crazy, right?”

“Crazy,” he agreed, amusement and wonder twinkling in his eyes as he looked at her. His brow was still furrowed slightly with concern. “Crazy and wonderful.”

[citree]

 👑two kings👑🌹💕

[theanimangagirl]

XXI - The World

Dragon Age OC - Major Arcana Illustration #04

Duran Aeducan

Upright: This card signifies having the world at your feet! This can be in a literal sense as The World is one of the Travel cards of the Major Arcana. It can represent new worlds opening up for you so you can expect to be welcomed by the people in the countries you travel to. The World can also mean you will have the world at your feet in another sense, i.e. that you will be successful and the opportunities available to you at the moment are endless

Reversed:  This card can indicate that you have not accomplished what you set out to do and things have become stagnant. You may have tried to take shortcuts instead of putting in the hard work necessary to achieve your dreams. You may be throwing all your energy into trying to make something work that is not working for you

(Source)

[midnightminx90writings]

Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Dragon Age: Origins, Dragon Age (Video Games), Dragon Age - All Media Types Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Aeducan/Gorim Saelac, Male Aeducan/Gorim Saelac Characters: Male Aeducan (Dragon Age), Duncan (Dragon Age), Warden Additional Tags: Canon Compliant, but make it gay Series: Part 2 of Ah, But I'm Singing Like a Bird 'bout It Now Summary:

Duran, new Warden rectruit formerly of house Aeducan, leaves the dark comfort of Orzammar for the bright lights of the surface

[sinsbymanka]

For the DADWC: i forget how to breathe when i’m around you, with the pairing of your choice!

Sorry @contreparry! I’ve been holding onto this one for awhile. 

I present, for @dadrunkwriting...

Duran Aeducan and his Noble Hunter, Mardy Gilthur

The brand on her face meant she had no value, but Mardy knew that wasn’t quite true. They’d love her to think that, because if she did then all she’d be able to do was blink back tears from her pale lyrium-colored eyes and simper gratefully at their feet. 

But Mardy had what they wanted. She had what they needed. 

Her ma, stone take her, had six brats. Three girls, then two boys. The girls, of course, got thrown back to nursemaids in Dust Town, fed watered down nugs milk and gruel in the hope ma wouldn’t have another mouth to feed, but the boys... Oh, Mardy’s brothers were study young lads. Warrior caste, heirs to a proud and noble tradition. 

It all should have been hers. She’d seen her weak, milk-fat fed brothers. They were soft. They were fools. Someday, someone would take them for all they were worth. If the Ancestors were kind, Mardy would be there to laugh. Her sisters hadn’t thrived on starvation and adversity, their corpses abandoned in the deep roads when they drew their last breaths into fragile, tiny lungs.

Not Mardy. Mardy survived. And she would claw her way out of dust the same way her mother did. She would make herself even greater than her brothers. She, after all, had fertility just like ma had. 

That was all that mattered in Orzammar. As long as she claimed that, she had power dancing at her fingertips. 

“What about that one?” Teli swirled the thimble of fine, expensive liquor between her fingers, jerking her chin towards a bear of a man, hold enough to be their father twice over with broad callouses on his hands.

“Not even a warrior, merely a smith.” Mardy would not waste herself. She would wait. 

xx

At first, she did not know who he was. Perhaps, that was for the best. 

The plush, elegant lounge where the noble hunters gathered between seduction and rutting to produce the next generation of pompous deshyrs was crowded. Mardy felt sweat pooling at her neck when she excused herself, unwilling to let her expensive cosmetics run to sit and look pretty playing diamondback. 

Especially with nobody worthwhile impress. 

The cellar, stacked from top to bottom with barrels of the choicest ale to quench the most discerning palates, was cooler. Mardy never drank more than a taste, it was not to be wasted on her. Not when she had not a copper her name. Not when everything from the threadbare silk she wore to the gold-painted loops in her hair were borrowed on Beraht’s goodwill. 

But the stone was cool under her fingers. Here, in the silence, she swore she could hear it sing her name. As if it mattered not that she was branded. As if it welcomed her to it’s embrace regardless.

Her reverie was broken by raised voices. 

“Stone take you, you nug-brained...” 

“I will not allow you to speak to me as if-” 

“As if you’ve got nothing between your ears but dust?” 

A third voice chuckled, hard and bitter. There was the sound of a fist thudding against flesh, then a solid heft and crash of a body on the stone. Mardy froze, curiousity edging around a pyramid of barrels. 

“This is trea-” 

“Someday. Not today. Today, I’m giving you what you richly deserve.” 

Then a sound of a fist hitting something hard as bone. 

The man speaking had his back to her, his dark hair falling in shining waves. He dressed as a proving warrior, in chain mail and leathers even though he carried no blade. A second form crouched over the splayed form of a third on the ground, poking him gingerly. 

“Ancestors. You’ll be on loose sand when he wakes up.” The crouching figure said to the standing one. 

“Assuming he remembers. Drunk arse probably won’t. Get him up.” The figure ordered. 

“I didn’t knock him straight into the-”

“You’re his second, aren’t you?” The first asked, mocking. The third man sighed, picking the fallen one up and dragging him to a hidden tunnel exposed by some moved crates. The remaining dwarf stood and watched them go, rubbing at his face and beard. 

She was so engrossed, she didn’t realize her pinched, too-small shoes squeaked while she leaned closer. But the sound echoed in cellar and the man turned, spearing the barrels with his pointed gaze. 

“Who’s there? Come out.” He demanded, taking a step towards her. 

No brand. No gold in his beard, either. But the chainmail was well-made. Clearly, from a good warrior clan. Mardy stepped forward from behind the barrels. 

“You’re not to be here.” She affected her own steely command. “Stealing the good ale, I take it?” 

“Stealing the...” He repeated, dumbfounded. Then his lips broke into an amused grin. “You’re a brave thing, aren’t you? Why haven’t I seen you here?” 

“I don’t give my attention to fools.” She had higher goals. She had value, no matter what they said. “Especially fools indulging in fist fights for no good reason.” 

He was smiling even more. “I am sorry to offend. Particularly someone so lovely.” 

He was handsome. She’d give him that.

“Duran!” The third man shouted. “Bleeding... Trian just vomited on my soddin’ boots, the rat bastard.” 

Duran. Trian. 

Oh, ancestors. No wonder the lounge had been so crowded. Beraht would never allow anyone but his handpicked, those who paid or those whose families he owned, so close to the Aeducan princes. They must have been entertained upstairs, and she’d...

“DURAN!” The third bellowed, but he was still staring at her, taking in her branded cheek. The worn silk. The honey color of her thick, braided hair. Her cheap jewelry.

He bowed, far too deeply. “I’m sorry we’ve bothered you with our antics. Perhaps we’ll meet again.” 

xx

He asked for her. 

Beraht nearly choked on it, but who was he to say no? When he claimed there were no ladies in the lounge of her description, Duran Aeducan himself came down to search for her. 

And he plucked her right up, took her up the carved stone steps, and whisked her to a corner away from the sharp eyes of the youngest Aeducan. 

He liked her bold. He liked her cunning. He enjoyed her mimicry of Beraht when he turned his back. 

He came more frequently. Her name always on his lips. 

And then she was in his bed, and her name as a prayer to their ancestors. Like the stone song itself. 

“I forget how to breathe when I’m around you.” He confessed, his face between her splayed thighs, a prince on his knees before her. “I hate traveling to the lounge to see you. Let me bring you to the Diamond quarter.” 

She made a show of resisting. Claiming she wanted her independence until he coaxed both pleasure and a resounding yes from her throat.

She had value, and not just her fertility. She had the heart and ear of the diamond of Orzammar himself. 

She had everything she ever wished. She need only give him a son as well. 

[jarakrisafis]

DA OC rambling

Somebody, I have no idea who anymore asked. So have some OC rambling. I never bothered to rename my characters, that’s effort I go to only if I don’t like the names, so most of these use the game given name which makes it a little confusing. Dual Warden state is my headcanan because it seems quite possible for both of them to be picked up by Duncan without twisting anything round.

Warden Constable Duran Aeducan: Born in 9:08 Dragon, 10th Wintermarch, he grew up being groomed to be Commander for his elder brother despite hating the role his father tried to push him into. He definitely didn’t want the crown himself either. He was the strategist, the planner, the one who works behind the scenes and he’d escape to the warrior training grounds with Gorim whenever he could. He firmly believes in both the Stone and the Ancestors and does his best to ignore the human’s religion. Though he’s trained to fight with any weapon, shield and warhammer are his preferred style. Despite being named Commander before his exile, he’s the tactician and he doesn’t actually like to be in command. He’d just turned 21 when he was exiled to the Deep Roads and managed to find the Wardens. He wasn’t at all impressed that he was forced to share quarters with a brand. It takes a while for him to truly let go of the old prejudices he has engrained in him from the castes.

Warden Commander Faren Brosca: Born sometime in 9:11 Dragon, he grew up in the shadow of the Carta and didn’t ever consider that he might or could leave. He thinks his father was a surface carta member but he’s not sure, he didn’t stick around. He had a younger sister called Natia and a stepfather who taught him the basics of how to pickpocket and lift stuff, they were both killed in a riot when he was 9. He believes in the Stone, but he’s sceptical about the Ancestors and he laughs at the concept of the Maker. He’s a knife fighter and once on the surface he gets hold of a crossbow. He’s 19 when he’s conscripted to the Wardens and happy enough to leave with the exception of not being there to protect his sister anymore. He was less impressed at running over a half dead ex-prince right before they made it to the surface. He takes command when Duran and Alistair just accept his orders without a fight.

Inquisitor Edric “Dasher” Cadash: Born at the beginning of 8:89 Dragon he took over the Ferelden Carta at the age of 24 when his grandfather retired. He managed to see off the usual assassins and overthrowing attempts and was securely settled by the time the Blight rolled up. He moved his main operations to Jader. He currently holds Orzammar after the Wardens decimated the Carta cell down there during the succession fighting, and he took Kirkwall after Hawke’s scuffle with Corypheus left the Marcher cell in shambles. Becoming the Inquisitor, especially at the age of 54 when he was starting to think of retiring, was just another way to further his own goals until he had the unfortunate time travelling incident which made him reassess the fact that he might need to actually commit to the Inquisition. His first priority is still his Carta, but it’s now under the knowledge that if the Inquisition doesn’t win there won’t be a Carta anymore.

[snailcleric]

the dwarven noble origin is *chefs kiss* the best

[deirdressorrows]

Warden Commander Aeducan Duran, Champion Garrett Hawke, Inquisitor Lavellan Tychel

Some old pic froom my old canon worldbuild, but i changed some Things: Duran was first an Archer, but i changed him to a Warrior Sword/Shield, i take now Marian Hawke as Rogue with double dagger, and my baby Tychel is now the Mage of the Party (not sure which class tho) but the portraits are Pretty noneless

[lavellanvhenan]

DA2 characters talking their encounters with the Hero of Ferelden

 still miss you, Duran