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“I’m not a puppet,” he insists, “and I’m not here to harm anyone–” in his peripheral he sees Margit, having finally cleared all the glintblades and recovered from his wound, marching his way back into the fray. Haydn frantically waves a hand at him, “No fighting! We don’t have to fight, I don’t – I don’t remember a thing. How can I be a puppet for someone if I barely know who they are?”
She’s unmoved, “Claim ignorance if you like, it doesn’t make you less dangerous. I would know that better than anyone.” She shakes her head, almost bitter. “She wanted nothing good, and by extension neither do you. Not if you passed the test. You have to die.”
Tarnished and Margit venture to the Haligtree, where Tarnished learns more than he bargained for.
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- Part 10 of Unstoppable Force | Immovable Object
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The focus of this temple-platform is a great statue of an unknown nox scholar, robed and bearded and lost to the ages. Perched atop the serene countenance, with an almost lackadaisical grace contrast to his great bulk, is the Lord of Blood in his winged glory. Bat-corvid feathers a blot against the star-strewn false sky. As effortless and dangerous as any bird of prey.
“You’ll forgive the staging,” he calls down to Haydn. Despite said staging his whispering voice may as well be next to Haydn’s ear, sending a prickle up his nape. “One never knows how a tarnished will react to bad news. I’d rather not be in hitting distance.”
Tarnished stumbles into the worst possible place.
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- Part 9 of Unstoppable Force | Immovable Object
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“Which is of course his majesty’s business,” Marquis Cemais scrabbles at once. However the remainder of the court stare daggers at him until he elaborates, “But we do have some fears that, uhm, that, his intentions may be less than noble.”
Shanehaight too perseveres: “He came from nowhere and insinuated himself within the palace and your busy schedule. The Tarnished plainly seeks your favour, my liege, and we are troubled at the lengths he might go to to obtain it.”
Unbelievable. The courtiers have never been this absurd. Granted, there hasn’t been cause to ruffle any feathers in a long, long time, but Morgott remains ever dismayed by just how ruffled they are. Frostily, he says, “This is what thou means to discuss? Thou thinketh me seduced, Shanehaight?”
The Veiled Monarch and the newest Lord-Contender are the talk of Leyndell. But as the Erdtree's fate remains a point of contention, the Tarnished takes more drastic measures.
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- Part 8 of Unstoppable Force | Immovable Object
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“The Omen condition,” he starts carefully, “the curse, is ill-documented, but in short it is a bestial biology. It comes with certain drawbacks.”
Tarnished’s voice takes on a somewhat worried quality, “Is this about when we last spoke? I meant what I said–” but hushes when Margit holds up a hand.
“Not that.” When Tarnished assured him that this affection was not simple novelty, morbid curiosity about a creature more beast than man. Morgott is still not sure he believes the words, pretty though they were. But he’s dwelled on it long enough anyway. “I mean to explain that this curse is much more than skin-deep. There are certain behaviours that are also animal. And… urges,” his amber gaze flicks over to the Tarnished, watching hawk-like for any signs of revulsion, “of the physical kind.”
On advice, Morgott finally (technically) takes Tarnished to bed in the hopes of sating a need and quelling his attachment. But Mohg's word is NEVER to be trusted.
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- Part 7 of Unstoppable Force | Immovable Object
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In his distraction his foot skids on a patch of too-slippery rock; one hand tightens on his handhold while the other, on instinct, swiftly clasps across his passenger’s back to secure him. The pulse in Margit’s ear gives a jump, accompanied by an oddly squeaky sound from the man himself.
“…It is fine,” he says, low enough to be almost more rumble than noise. He gets no reply, and in lieu of knowing how to comfort, gives the Tarnished a further pat on the back and adds in well-meaning tease, “Thou wert willing to drop off the waterfall in a stone box, but climbing down afears thee?”
“Fear, yep.” Tarnished’s voice is more muffled than usual; it takes him a moment to realise he’s hiding his face in the large mantle of Margit’s cloak. Must be to avoid looking at the drop. “Fear is the issue, sure is.”
Margit helps Tarnished traverse a waterfall. But during respite from the chill dark, things get a little... out of hand.
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- Part 6 of Unstoppable Force | Immovable Object
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Slow burn romance between Morgott, veiled monarch who thrives off religious guilt, and Haydn the tarnished knight, who's subtly trying to woo Margit the Fell. Likely to have further canon divergence from ER's plot as the series progresses.
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Follows the 'arrangement' between Ciardha Hawke and Orsino after the First Enchanter trades himself for Hawke's political alliance. All stories contain dubious consent/reluctance, humiliation, plus numerous other fetishes.
Also contains a few side stories of the other people Ciardha sleeps with, which is basically everyone he can get his hands on.
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The ongoing explicit exploits of Fenris and Garrett Hawke, who definitely has a misplaced Qunari somewhere in his lineage. All stories contain slash and size kink.
Also note, this deviates slightly from the in-game romance in that the cut-and-run one night stand never happened. Hawke is a leisurely-paced sort, so it was a more gradual build-up over the three years instead.
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A thin, gray hand emerged from the folds of his cloak. The Creature’s telltale scales swayed, held aloft by the crook of a single finger. The Fell stared, jaw clenched. Tail stiff. Fur risen across his shoulders. The outside chill took root beneath his ribs, scouring his bones. He recognized the engraved artifact that weighed the instrument on one side. His shackle.
“Unbalanced,” the Creature lamented.
“I made no bargain with thee,” the Fell hissed.
“You made no bargain with me,” the Creature echoed amenably. “You are the prize he bargained for.”
The Fell Omen's eye is brimming with Grace. Executor saw it, behind the gauzy veil of Night that shrouds his face. A man so blessed by the Crucible does not deserve to be a puppet of the Nightlords. But Executor should be cautious when making deals with a Demon.
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23 Oct 2025