#female aeducan/gorim saelac

[datannapanda]

I am super late to the party but oh well.

I'm playing DA: Origins for the first time as a female Aeducan and I very much like it. The whole Aeducan/Gorim thing is very nice and also a little sad.

But one thing had me thinking like, from a story perspective, what was stopping Gorim from just...waiting outside the deep roads for you to come out with the Grey Wardens? Or maybe finding the Grey Warden camp? If he can somehow find his way to a city he's never been to like halfway across the map, it shouldn't be too hard to find Ostagar. I mean, he made it clear he wanted to go with/be with you. Why is his first thought, "I'm gonna head to a kinda far away human city all alone even though I know I'm not great with 1 on 1 combat and also don't know if either of us will survive to make it there."

If he waited, he'd probably be able to ask the Grey Wardens if you survived and if they didn't see you, if they all can go back to find you.

Anyways I have an alternate universe in my head where he waits and they become Grey Wardens and fight together again.

And in canon she's glad he was able to find happiness and finally be his own man on the surface, even though she's sad about it and misses him. She plays it off with, "It's fine, I don't have time or energy to deal with matters of my heart outside of making sure it's still beating anyways." Then cries while killing stuff.

Both of these she is very frustrated with how bright it is outside and her eyes hurt.

[aces-to-apples]

"bound to be something"

A king without a queen, a prince without a kingdom, and love.

Written for wildmishmash for the 2023 Black Emporium Exchange (@black-emporium-exchange)!

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Category: F/M Fandom: Dragon Age: Origins Relationship: Female Aeducan/Alistair (Dragon Age) Characters: Alistair (Dragon Age), Female Aeducan (Dragon Age) Additional Tags: Post-Dragon Age: Origins, Identity, May/December Relationship, Older Woman/Younger Man, Past Female Aeducan/Gorim Saelac - Freeform, Name Changes Collections: Black Emporium 2023 Words: 2,693

[dapolyshipping]

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[sinsbymanka]

@jarakrisafis and I are presenting our newest chapter!

Title: Gambits and Countergambits Chapter Title: The Pack in Crisis

Chapters: 24/47 (Smut chapters marked with *) Words: 140,096 Ship: Female Aeducan/Gorim Saelac, Bhelen Aeducan/Rica Brosca, Bhelen Aeducan/Rica Brosca/Vartag Gavorn, Bhelen Aeducan & Female Aeducan & Trian Aeducan Rating: E

Summary: Bhelen assumes control of House Aeducan after the failed assassination attempt and vows to find the person behind Sereda's injury.

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In the end, it’s Bhelen who’s left holding the weapon that could have ended Sereda’s life.

It’s still covered in her blood. When he pulls a linen napkin from one of the tables, it stains the fabric dark red. He calmly, cooly wraps the blade up, taking in the exquisitely carved handle, the fine steel blade. The nagging familiarity of it.

Then he tucks it safely beneath his breastplate and turns to the party guests with a confident smile.

Bhelen is well aware most people do not think he has a temper. Not when they get to see Trian's frequent raging and Sereda's less frequent, but equally impressive, tantrums. They are not aware that his rage burns silently. Hidden behind his smiles and pleasant words.

Right now his anger is clawing at the walls of the room in his mind he's shut it in. Snapping and snarling to be let free. If his attention shifts for even a moment, it surges to the forefront, shoving images in front of his eyes. Sereda, his sister, crumbling to the ground. The insane, glazed eyes of her attacker. Gorim's bloody sword.

His hand is sticky with blood. Sereda's blood. Sereda who is never injured, not even during all her fights. She's far too precious for that. And the blood itself isn't enough to worry him, not here in the Palace with easy access to the strongest potions. But it's a stark reminder of how easy it is to die. If Gorim hadn't seen the assassin…

No. He's not thinking about that now. If he does, he won't be able to think at all. Sereda needs him now more than she ever has, and he won't let her down.

If whoever did this wanted war, they'll get it. He'll guarantee it.

[wisteriawritings]

To Start Anew

Fandom: Dragon Age: Origins

Ship: F!Aeducan x Gorim

Warnings: None

Genre: Angst

WC: 1933

Blurb: After the ultimate betrayal, Terra Aeducan has been exiled to the deep roads. Through extraordinary circumstances, she fights her way to the surface and becomes Thedas’s last hope against the coming blight. However, during her journey she must deal with painful truths about her family, her life back in Orzammar, and what her future may be.

They had only just arrived in Denerim. Terra Aeducan, with Alistair, Morrigan, and an affectionate Mabari in tow, had come in search of Andraste’s ashes. The hunt for allies against the oncoming blight had hardly begun, yet they were all bone tired. It was the exhaustion that led her to believe that she was imagining things. That Gorim’s sweet, warm voice was only in her mind. Even so, the sound pulled her towards the center of town, like a chain wrapped around her middle was dragging her forwards.

“Are you alright?” Alistair asked, seeing the color had drained from her face.

“I just… I’m going to step away for a bit. I’ll meet you at the inn, yeah?”

Alistair nodded, though reluctantly. Alistair was tooth-rottingly sweet and Terra tried to summon the best smile she could to set him at ease and send him away. He was becoming a quick and dear friend to her, and she didn’t want him to see her in what seemed to be a lapse in sanity.

“Dwarven crafts!”

There it was again. Terra, her spine now stiff as stone, hurried away and through the bustling streets, following the voice. Dwarven crafts? It could be anyone though. Any number of low-born Orzammar men who left for the surface could be in town. It wasn’t uncommon, and neither was the accent. It probably wasn’t him, wouldn’t be him, couldn’t be him. She rounded the corner and in the square she saw him

Terra’s hands tremored. Words like “I missed you,” “I found you,” and “thank the fucking stone,” all caught in her throat. Her hands grasped at it desperately, trying to free them. Because there he was. Just a few yards away stood her best friend and the man she loved: Gorim.

She tried to call out his name, but only pitiful, strangled noises escaped her lips. But he saw her. His face – it was tanner now; it had finally seen the sun – lit up in shock, disbelief, joy. All the things she felt were reflected back to her. Her throat was still sealed shut, but her feet started moving. Suddenly she was running, running faster than she had ever run, straight into arms that opened wide at the sight of her. Solid, strong arms that knew the curve and the shape of her body so well. Arms that slid into their place so easily, it was like slipping on a pair of gloves. For the first time since she left Orzammar, her feet felt firmly planted on the ground. She was finally rooted to the earth the way she used to be, and the sky wasn’t threatening to swallow her whole anymore.

For a few blissful seconds, the Blight was far away, and Bhelen never betrayed her. With tearful eyes, Gorim studied her face with an intensity that felt like he was boring into her soul. He looked as if he were taking inventory of her features, ensuring that each one was accounted for and just as he remembered them. “I knew you would make it out. I never stopped believing,” he said softly. Suddenly his face changed, lighting up as if he were remembering something.

“I have something for you.” He bent down to a chest that lay under the table. After a few moments of rummaging, he produced a letter. “Before I left for the surface, King Endrin sent me with this. We both hoped against hope that I would find you up here.”

Terra’s heart, which was already pounding, somehow beat even harder at these words. “Father? How is he?” The thought of seeing her father again filled her with so much joy and longing she could hardly stand it. She felt like her heart was swelling so large it was pressing against her ribs.

“Oh, my lady…I’m so sorry,” Gorim said, in a voice so sad and soft it sent bolts of fear down Terra’s spine. But she knew what those words meant. The pressure in her chest deepened and sunk to reach down into her stomach too. She felt faint.

“If a man can die of a broken heart… King Endrin did.”

“But what happened to him?” She asked, trying to hold back the tears. Gorim hesitated, but Terra’s hard look of pain and determination gave him the permission he needed to part with the grisly details. “After Trian’s death-…no, murder, Endrin was stricken with too much grief and confusion to see that Bhelan had constructed it all. It didn’t take long for him to find his mind again, but by then it was already too late. You were already locked in the deep roads. That’s why it all happened so quickly. That bastard Bhelen knew he had to dispose of you before the shock of it all wore off.” Gorim looked at his feet and took a long, shaky breath before continuing. “It was like he just… wasted away. He couldn’t go on living, like he was a ghost.”

Terra squeezed his hand. She focused on that feeling; homed in on the way he callouses rubbed against the palm of her hand. It was the only tangible thing keeping her anchored to reality. Gorim looked at her for a reassurance that she wanted him to continue. She nodded grimly. She was sick to her stomach, but she had to know the whole story. It was her duty as a daughter and as an Aeducan.

“When he called me to him, just before I left… the room stank of decay. It was as if he had already been long dead. He was already a corpse, just waiting for his time to return to the stone. All he could talk about was you.” His other hand took hold of her shoulder, steadying her. She hadn’t even realized she was swaying. “Terra, he sent me with more than just a letter.”

Gorim fished in his pocket and took out a worn velvet purse. Among the coins glinted a chunk of golden metal. Terra blinked her tears away and saw that no, it wasn’t a nugget. It was the Aeducan signet ring. Trian’s ring.

He gently placed it in her hand and folded it into a fist.

“He loved you, Terra. That nug-fucker Bhelen, he’s not a real Aeducan. You’re the true last heir, and your father knew it. You deserve this, and no one else. He made that much clear.”

The ring felt heavy in her hand, like she held all of Orzammar in her palm. In a way, she supposed, she did. But she felt that she could bear it as long as Gorim held her other hand.

“I’m just so glad I found you. Thank the stone, thank the stone…” Terra drew herself closer to him, ready to step back into his embrace and find his lips. But a look she couldn’t quite decipher crossed his face, and he took a step back.

“My lady, there’s something else I should tell you. I’ve, well… I’ve found a life on the surface. A blacksmith’s daughter; we’re expecting our first. She’s… she’s lovely and…” Gorim trailed off, not knowing how to continue.

The world seemed to go still around her. Her heart, which had been thumping loudly in her ears just moments before, fell quiet. A few seconds passed, but they felt like centuries.

“I don’t understand…” Terra’s voice quivered, and she hated herself for it. “You said you’ve been waiting for me.”

Gorim’s face flushed red and he looked down at his feet. “I have been, of course. But… well…” Gorim stammered, his shoulders slumped. Terra thought that he looked almost like a scolded child caught stealing sweets before supper. She almost laughed at the absurdity of it. He had been in Denerim for how long? Two months now, maybe? And he still hasn’t come up with a good explanation as to how he tripped and fell into a smith’s girl, all while claiming to ‘know she had made it out’.

He mustered the courage to meet her gaze again and flushed an even deeper red. He had always been able to tell what she was thinking, as if her very mind was binded to his own. She could feel his shame radiating off of him like a sickness. He knew he had done wrong. He knew that as a knight, he had acted shamefully. And she knew it too. Some dark corner of her soul felt gratified in this, gleeful in his self-loathing. She felt the anger rising.

“So let me make sure I understand,” she began, her words already dripping in venom. “You know, or hoped, or believed or what have you, that I was alive on the surface. And you, as my second, sworn to serve and protect me until death, fucked me and whispered sweet nothings to me in Orzammar. But when you’re separated from me for two months – oh, less than that actually, since she’s already knocked up – you decided to live it up with the first surfacer you see?”

Gorim’s eyes filled with tears. “It wasn’t like that,” he said firmly, but she could hear the tremble in his voice.

“Then what was it like?”

“I missed you.”

“I missed you too, but I didn’t jump in bed with a surfacer. I searched for you Gorim.”

“My lady… We never could have been together. You know that.”

All of a sudden she understood, and the tears she had been holding back came slipping across her face. It didn’t matter what happened, or what he believed. Gorim was an outcast, a surfacer. Je was stripped of his caste his family name. But Terra? To him, she was still Lady Aeducan, and she always would be. Even if they had stayed in Orzammar, if Bhelen had never betrayed them, he would still think himself beneath her. He might have loved her perhaps, but he would have walked away eventually. He could never see himself as more than her second.

She realized she had been squeezing the signet ring in her hand. She relaxed her fist and saw her house crest bored into her palm like a brand. Gorim watched her as she first tried it on her ring finger and then settled with slipping it on her thumb. Trian’s hands had been bigger than hers.

Gorim reached out to comfort her, but drew back, unsure of himself. “My lady, if I had known you were alive…”

Terra glanced back up at him scornfully. “Either you did, or you didn’t.”

He reared back as if he had been struck, but he knew he deserved it. She saw no trace of resentment in his eyes. She looked at him for a hard moment and her anger fizzled out, leaving her with nothing but a cold hollow in her stomach and the crushing weight of her loneliness. Gorim’s cheeks were wet from silent tears.

“I hope I’ll have time to meet her soon,” Terra said.

“I’d like that. My door is always open to you.”

“I love you, Gorim. I hope you’re happy,” she confessed. Her heart gave one last weak tug at what had been between them.

“The same for you.”

She immediately recognized that he had not confirmed his happiness, and Gorim saw it in her face. Before he could say anything else, she turned away to rejoin her group.

Terra glanced up at the sky, vast and unending above her. Her family crest rested upon her finger and its weight, though heavy, was a comfort to her. She had a blight to end, and she didn’t need Gorim to do it.  

[jarakrisafis]

First chapter of the long awaited dwarven fic is begun. Much love to @cartadwarfwithaheartofgold​ for working on this with me. Here’s to us managing to add even more tags as we keep writing. Title: Gambits and Countergambits Chapters: 1/51 (Smut chapters marked with *) Words: 3667 Ship: Female Aeducan/Gorim Saelac, Bhelen Aeducan/Rica Brosca, Bhelen Aeducan/Rica Brosca/Vartag Gavorn, Bhelen Aeducan & Female Aeducan & Trian Aeducan Rating: E Additional Tags: Orzammar Culture and Customs, Orzammar (Dragon Age), Dwarf Culture & Customs, Caste Differences, Forbidden Relationships, Sibling RivalryProtective Siblings, Good siblings, neglectful parent, Bhelen Positive, Pre-Dragon Age: Origins, Explicit Sexual Content, Gangbang, Triple Penetration, Double Penetration in One Hole, Full Body Impact Play, Dubious Consent, Enthusiastic Consent, Flogging, Nipple Clamps, Verbal Humiliation, Partner Sharing (without consent), BDSM dynamics (no safeword), BDSM dynamics (safe & sane), listen one couple plays fast and loose the other one doesn't, Dom/sub, Sexual Punishment, Predicament Bondage, Anal toys, Sex Toys, Blindfolds, Gags, Sex Work, Aftercare, Rope Bondage, Knifeplay, Vaginal Sex, Anal Sex, Oral Sex, Collars, Leashes, Attempted Sexual Assault, Orzammar is not a nice place, Angst, Mutual Pining, Other additional tags to ne added as needed

Summary: Things are going well in Orzammar. Up to a point.

Sereda Aeducan has finally settled into life with her Second, Gorim Saelac, and the rules he’s set for their unconventional relationship. The popular Princess only has one objective, to become a Warrior fit to defend Orzammar, and she’s not about to let anyone endanger that or her home. Not even her own family.

Bhelen Aeducan finally finds his match in a casteless noble hunter while trying to untangle a political scheme with his Second, Vartag Gavorn. While his siblings bicker, Bhelen begins to understand the rot deep at the center of Orzammar’s society and the threats lurking just outside their door. If only he could make his own family listen to him.

Both siblings and their partners have to come to terms with their place in society and life as a royal in the cutthroat assembly. Orzammar politics, BDSM sex, and danger come together to create one hell of a story.

Or in other words, Fine Dwarven Fic, set Pre-Origins! AO3 link

[non-toxicdragonageconfessions]

Songday Sunday: Tragic Lovers Playlist 

Cullen x Female Amell/Surana  Blindness - Metric

Ser Gilmore x Female Cousland  Love - Lana del Rey

Gorim x Female Aeducan If a song could get me you - Marit Larsen

Anders x Hawke Glittering Cloud - Imogen Heap

Jowan x Lily How could this happen to me - Simple Plan

Dorian x Male Inquisitor Hard to say I’m sorry - Chicago

Solas x Female Inquisitor It must’ve been love - Roxette

Celene x Briala I will remember you - Sarah McLean

[senseandaccountability]

FIC: so I wait for you like a lonely house, chapter 2/5

Then there are days when she smiles at him over the table, looks up from her studies or her training and smiles for no other reason than the fact that he walked into the room and those days, Gorim thinks with his breath catching in his throat, those days he knows he cannot even protect himself. Fic updated over here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/16641399/chapters/39402646#workskin

[hunnybadgerv]

For the Fandom Meme: G, L, O, and T?

From the Fandom Meme

G - Do you remember your first OTP, if so who was in it Umm, I’d have to say that the first ship I really remember was Aeducan/Gorim Saelac. My first playthrough in DA was an Aeducan rogue and I was just enamored by the pair of them from the start. I actually had to sit down and cry for a moment when she ran into him in Dennerim. It broke her heart. It wasn’t until long after that that I let her start any other romance lines just for the hell of it. 

Though I think that the actual first ship I had was probably from Ultima VII, I think that was the Black Gate, but I don’t remember the character’s name. I had a female Avatar and shipped her with this guy in the big town with the black spotted, white wolf cloak. I don’t even remember why. 

L - Say something genuinely nice about a character who isn’t one of your faves (chars you’re neutral on are fair game, as are chars you dislike) Miranda Lawson is a protective and considerate sister. 

O - Choose a song at random, which ship or character does it remind you of OMG!

Ok. So, I went into a playlist my brother made called the “Ever-Expanding Eclectic Eccentricities,” and hit shuffle.

I got Peter Gunn. Which is one of my favorite songs from the time that I would play this spy game in the arcades. It’s the song that made me want to learn to play the saxophone in the first place. But that’s beside the point. 

I had to play it a few times to decide who it reminded me of, and honestly, it really reminds me of Caz (Calev Zingel), who is one of Nyx’s best friends from childhood. He’s an OC, so I’m not sure if that counts or not. But he’s a smooth intel operative, who very much foils Nyx in her WIP. He also plays a major role in her prologue piece New Perspectives. He’s among the characters I’m proud of. 

If an OC is cheating, I’ll try again.

T - Do you have any hard and fast headcanons that you will die defending, about anything at all (gender identity, sexual or romantic orientation, extended family, sexual preferences like top/bottom/switch, relationship with poetry, seriously anything) I really wracked my brain on this one trying to find something that really sticks out in my head, but I’m not really finding anything that I keep perpetually in every instance of writing a particular world. There are little individual ones that appear here and there and shift to accommodate different alterations.

Really the only one thing that I’ve kind of committed to in almost every incarnation of Mass Effect: Andromeda is that Bain Massani and Reyes Vidal have “history.” And that Bain is a solid top, no matter the pairing.

[nyssatrevelyan]

Chapters: 100/100 Fandom: Dragon Age: Origins - Awakening Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Female Aeducan/Alistair, Female Aeducan/Loghain Characters: Female Aeducan, Alistair, Shale, Morrigan (Dragon Age), Wynne, Zevran Arainai, Oghren, Dog (Dragon Age), Leliana, Duncan, Sten, Nathaniel Howe, Sigrun (Dragon Age), Anora Mac Tir, Risa Aeducan, Loghain Mac Tir, Varel, Anders, Ser Rylock, Gorim Saelac, Shale (Dragon Age), Pyral Harrowmont, Bann Esmerelle Additional Tags: Implied Torture, Implied Sexual Content, Adventure, Angst and Humor, POV Multiple, POV Third Person Omniscient, POV First Person, Flashbacks, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Slow Burn Series: Part 1 of Heart of Stone Universe (Risa Aeducan's Tale) Summary:

Risa Aeducan, former princess of Orzammar, has a job to do. And she'll use whatever means are necessary to get it done. When she spared Loghain in the name of honor and conscripted him, she found she'd lost - and gained - more than she imagined possible.

[a-paragon-of-their-kind]

Initial Pinch Hit 1: BourgeoisBabe CLAIMED

This pinch hit is due at the same time as all other assignments, Monday August 8th at US EST. Pinch hits are claimed on a first come first serve basis. Send this blog an ask, email aparagonoftheirown@gmail.com, or reach out via discord. 

Request 1: 

Female Aeducan

Bhelen Aeducan

Trian Aeducan

Piotin Aeducan

Male Aeducan

Nonbinary Aeducan

Fanfiction

Okay with couple/throuple instead of 5. Any combo.

Female Aeducan is a needy submissive. House Aeducan can't have this getting out, so her brothers and cousin have to take care of her (okay with TwinAU)

Trian and Aeducan Hate Sex. They bicker the whole time. He puts them in their place.

Piotin is desperately in love with FAeducan even thought they're cousins and makes a move when she returns to Orzammar post exile.

Bhelen and Piotin share the spoils of their victory after Endrin dies - FAeducan, who was never sent to the Deep Roads

FAeducan and MAeducan/NB Aeducan (twins or triplets?) comforting each other in the deep roads.

Likes: BDSM, impact play, sexual humiliation, public sex, knife play, rough sex, hate sex, polyamory.

Bhelen tells FAeducan she can live if she lets him have what he wants, he'll save her from exile. She takes him up on the offer.

DNW: platonic relationships. solo characters. Violent noncon (dubcon is strongly preferred). Urine or feces. Anything but 3rd person POV. Love triangles. Human or elf characters appearing or mentioned.

Request 2

Rica Brosca

Female Aeducan

Bhelen Aeducan

Male Brosca

Gorim Saelac

Vartag Gavorn

Fanfiction

Happy polycule where Vartag, Rica, Gorim, and Brosca share their Aeducans back and forth. Aeducans are happy to be shared.

Predicament bondage with Bhelen and FAeducan where they can torment each other but neither can get off.

Bhelen gets to punish his sister for being a brat. Then they put on a show.

Competition to see who can be good and not orgasm until told.

Everyone fucks Aeducan while Bhelen holds her and tells her what a good girl she is.

DNW: platonic relationships. Noncon. Urine or feces. Anything but 3rd person POV. Love triangles. Human or elf characters appearing or mentioned. unhappy polyam situations.

Likes: BDSM, impact play, sexual humiliation, public sex, knife play, rough sex, hate sex, polyamory.

Request 3

Vartag Gavorn

Female Aeducan

Frandlin Ivo

Bhelen Aeducan

Fanfiction

Evil fAeducan takes the throne and seduces her brother's closest advisors just to prove she can. FAeducan must appear. Frandlin or Vartag (or both) can accompany her. Bhelen can appear as a hostage if needed, but I really want FAeducan and the advisors to be the star.

Vartag has always lusted after FAeducan. She uses that against him while mocking his inability to keep his prince until he snaps and decides to fuck her, which is just what she wanted. Can't kill her because she'll hurt Bhelen.

Frandlin tries to save his own skin by ingratiating himself to the victorious Paragon. She allows him to do so.

DNW: platonic relationships. fic without FAeducan. fic featuring just Bhelen/FAeducan. Violent noncon (dubcon is strongly preferred). Urine or feces. Anything but 3rd person POV. Human or elf characters appearing or mentioned.

Likes: BDSM, impact play, sexual humiliation, public sex, knife play, rough sex, hate sex, polyamory.

Request 4

Original Noble Caste Dwarf

Female Brosca

Rica Brosca

Fanfiction

Beraht insists teenage FBrosca be taught how to serve a noble. Rica demands to be the one to teach her, either by putting on a show so FBrosca can watch or by guiding FBrosca through it. Noble eventually demands both women serve them. FBrosca and Rica have lots of sexual tension with each other.

DNW: platonic relationships. Violent noncon (dubcon is strongly preferred). Urine or feces. Anything but 3rd person POV. Human or elf characters appearing or mentioned. Characters under 16.

Likes: BDSM, impact play, sexual humiliation, public sex, knife play, rough sex, hate sex, polyamory.

Request 5

Original Kal-Sharok Character (Dragon Age)

Bhelen Aeducan

Vartag Gavorn

Fanfiction

King Bhelen Aeducan captures a Kal-Sharok dwarf and is intent on figuring out the truth behind this kingdom that will no longer bow to Orzammar. I'm looking for horror and political tension, but if things get sexual that's fine. Kal-Sharok character must appear, prefer both Bhelen and Vartag but can do one without the other.

DNW: solo characters. fic without Kal-Sharok Character. Violent noncon (dubcon is strongly preferred). Urine or feces. Anything but 3rd person POV. Love triangles. Human or elf characters appearing or mentioned.

Likes: BDSM, impact play, sexual humiliation, public sex, knife play, rough sex, hate sex, polyamory.

Request 6

Jarvia

Female Aeducan

Male Brosca

Fanfiction

Jarvia can't stand MBrosca slipped her and then has the audacity to return with the Kinslayer (dual warden AU). Jarvia is jealous that Brosca has appeared to find happiness/love with FAeducan and seeks to destroy it by killing him and/or harming FAeducan. After all, FAeducan is a criminal as much as she is, and deserves a brand as well...

Seeking hurt/comfort from Brosca/Aeducan and Jarvia being completely unhinged and crazy. However it happens happens.

DNW: platonic Brosca/Aeducan. Romantic relationships with Jarvia. Graphic noncon (Violent noncon can happen off screen if it goes that route) (dubcon is strongly preferred). Urine or feces. Anything but 3rd person POV. Human or elf characters appearing or mentioned.

Likes: BDSM, impact play, sexual humiliation, public sex, knife play, rough sex, hate sex, polyamory.

Request 7

Male Brosca

Female Aeducan

Endrin Aeducan

Bhelen Aeducan

Gorim Saelac

Vartag Gavorn

Fanfiction

Seeking Bhelen and FAeducan working together as a team to kill Endrin (with the help of any of other characters if needed, they don't have to show up). Other relationships can be platonic/romantic as needed.

Like the idea of Endrin still being alive when Wardens show up, but unwilling to send help, and Brosca offering to kill Endrin for a night with FAeducan and getting both Aeducans in the bargain.

DNW: platonic Bhelen/FAeducan. Fic without Bhelen/Aeducan. Noncon. Urine or feces. Anything but 3rd person POV. Love triangles. Human or elf characters appearing or mentioned.

Likes: BDSM, impact play, sexual humiliation, public sex, knife play, rough sex, hate sex, polyamory.

Request 8

Female Aeducan

Original Casteless Dwarf

Male Brosca

Fanfiction

Paragon Brosca returns to Queen Aeducan (queenAU) on the throne and decides to show her who's in charge by inviting her to a private party at his new House where all the casteless are invited to use the pretty young queen to their heart's content.

DNW: platonic relationships. Violent noncon (dubcon is strongly preferred). Urine or feces. Anything but 3rd person POV. Love triangles. Human or elf characters appearing or mentioned.

Likes: BDSM, impact play, sexual humiliation, public sex, knife play, rough sex, hate sex, polyamory.

[sinsbymanka]

@jarakrisafis and I are presenting our newest chapter!

Title: Gambits and Countergambits Chapter Title:  Pawns on the Board

Chapters: 23/47 (Smut chapters marked with *) Words: 140,096 Ship: Female Aeducan/Gorim Saelac, Bhelen Aeducan/Rica Brosca, Bhelen Aeducan/Rica Brosca/Vartag Gavorn, Bhelen Aeducan & Female Aeducan & Trian Aeducan Rating: E

Summary: Rica returns to Faren and Dust Town after too long away, but can't escape Aeducan family drama.

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Rica probably should have returned before now given how tightly Faren is holding her as he checks her over for any injuries. She's told him her patron isn't into causing her harm, but he's not going to believe it until she keeps returning unharmed.

And not returning for a few days has clearly alarmed him. But it's not like she could just leave. Or rather, wanted to leave. Not when she finally got her boys together.

That has a good ring to it. They are hers. Orzammar can say it's the other way around, but she knows that she has them both now. Perhaps the strangest thing is that she never thought she'd want them to love her - it seems a wish that will never happen when you listen to the stories in Dust Town.

Now if only the Ancestors would listen to her prayers for a healthy baby boy, she'd be all set.

"Are you done?"

Faren's scowl doesn't change, but the hand on her arm is soft. "Let me know if he doesn't treat you right."

If they don't treat her right. Bhelen who's teaching her to read and write and buys her soaps and pretty gemstones. And Vartag who has an excellent taste in fabrics and fashionable armour and has created a wardrobe of clothing she can barely fit in a huge chest in only a few months.

They’re spoiling her is what they’re doing.

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Chapter 33: Prince Saves Pawn

Rica is not that surprised to find a glowering Gorim and a weary looking servant at the entrance to the fabric shop Vartag has assured her is one of the best for surface imports. It makes quite a lot of sense — Sereda’s got to get her silk gowns from somewhere.

Bhelen waves Rica in as he settles himself with Gorim, clearly not intending to step another foot into the explosion of fabric that is Sereda shopping. Vartag looks like he wants to come in, but stops to keep an eye on anyone passing by who might want to harm Bhelen. Rica will have to remember next time to bring extra guards to look after him so Vartag will stop worrying and actually get a chance to come and look. The four they brought apparently isn't enough.

She steps delicately over a rumpled pile of horrendous, washed-out red silk as Sereda has yet another bolt hauled down so she can examine it. She doesn't turn to look at the door, clearly trusting Gorim to protect her back.

The merchant, however, gives her a sideways glance even though he's preoccupied with Sereda's dithering. He looks away. Then his head snaps back around to fix on her cheek.

"I'm busy, brand. Leave."

That makes Sereda look, hand dropping to her hip where a dagger rests. Someone is still jumpy after the assassination, although she's certainly not the only one. Vartag has been more overbearing than usual, and Bhelen is doing his best not to complain about him acting like a deepstalker matriarch with her first clutch.

When Sereda sees it's merely Rica, she only smiles and returns her attention to the servants scurrying about. Clearly, she thinks Bhelen is right behind her and will sort all this out without Sereda needing to do anything.

On one hand, the princess shouldn't rely on him so much. On the other, perhaps it's for the best. Regardless, Rica swallows as she raises her chin and, for the first time, dares to speak back to a merchant.

"No. My patron wishes me to buy fabric."

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Chapter 32: Prince Survives a Test

Waking up to a solid weight pressing him into the mattress is becoming almost usual. Even if Bhelen had fallen asleep first, he would know that Vartag has stayed the night given that the man likes to cuddle.

Reaching out a hand in the other direction meets nothing but a warm space, Rica can't be long gone, likely to take a bath. She's still enamoured with the concept of having water heated by lava, let alone having the exact heat finely controlled by runes.

He pushes at the arm slung over his waist. It has the opposite of the intended effect, Vartag tugging him closer and attempting to plaster himself to Bhelen's side even more than he already is. Bhelen jabs an elbow back into his ribs to try and free himself before the need to visit the bathing chamber grows to uncomfortable levels.

Vartag wakes with a battlecry and Bhelen makes his own muffled shout of alarm as his face is pressed into the pillow and his arm is dragged up his back. He whines at the pressure as he tries to wiggle out of it.

"Fuck, sorry." The pressure vanishes and Vartag flops back down beside him.

"Morning," Bhelen says with a smile as he rolls over and shakes his arm out.

It used to be easier to wake Vartag when he'd stay on his cot in the other room, poking him with something or throwing cushions always worked. Now that he's fastened to Bhelen like a tick on a nug, it's far more dangerous. But, of course, very worth the hazard.

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Chapter 30: The Assembly Check 

by @sinsbymanka​ and @jarakrisafis​ 

Sereda chews on her lip and clenches her robe more tightly around her body, eyes skipping across the gowns laid out across her bed. The servants watch, silent, patiently waiting for her to make her choice.

She reaches out to run fingers across shimmery silks, sumptuous velvets, heavy brocades. Each is in a more vibrant color than the next, decorated with elaborate embroidery or emblazoned with enough jewels to ransom a king.

None of them are right. Not for this. She wishes she’d had time to have something made, but she has to make due with what she’s got and she doesn’t own anything suitable for this particular occasion.

Today the Assembly is meeting to vote on the next General to replace Draulic. Her name is at the top of the list, but today she’s got to face down most of the Noble Caste and answer questions to prove herself capable.

Somebody knocks at her bedroom door. She releases her lip long enough to answer, not looking away from the gowns.

“Come in!”

The door opens, but no footsteps enter. Instead she hears a sigh that’s just a touch exasperated. One of her maids giggles.

“You’re not dressed, my lady,” Gorim observes.

“Nothing gets past you, Gorim.” She gestures him closer, casting a pleading glance up at him. “I don’t have anything to wear.”

Gorim raises one eyebrow. Another servant muffles a snort.

“You have nothing to wear?” he asks. “Has someone stolen all five hundred of your gowns, my lady?”

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Chapter 34: Princess Leads Knights

Sereda can do this. She’s got to do this.

“My lady?” Gorim asks from where he stands at her elbow, polite and differential. He fastens the vambrace tightly and takes a quick step back. He may as well be shouting at her across a chasm.

She absolutely can’t do this.

Yes. In theory, joining the army on one of their training drills is a great idea. Good for politics, as Bhelen pointed out. Gives her more credibility with the warriors and bonus points in the Assembly among those who care about competence, which admittedly aren’t a whole lot of them. And Piotin is right, she needs to learn how things are done at the bottom before taking command, that makes sense.

Pretending to be a normal soldier would even be a lot of fun, normally. Except, of course, Gorim will be with her. Right beside her, day and night, for two whole days. Like it isn’t agony to have him with her on most days since…

No. She won’t think about it. Not now.

She stares straight ahead into the mirror, not looking at Gorim, testing the joint in her plate by bending her elbow. It moves perfectly. Seamlessly. In fact, everything is just as it should be. She’d made a mistake. Lost her head. But everything is back to normal.

If she keeps telling herself that, she may just believe it.

“Yes, Gorim?”

“I asked which dagger you wanted to bring, my lady,” he repeats. “The sword is a blunted practice blade, but you should bring something with an edge.”

She wishes there was a touch of exasperation at making him say it again. A pointed comment that she needs to learn to pay attention to things before she ends up running tits first into an ogre.

Instead, his face wears a neutral mask. Sereda keeps her own in place with all the willpower she can summon and tries not to think about the fact there will be no reprieve. No late hours where she can cling to Stew and cry herself to sleep like a silly little girl.

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