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The Otherworlder 2: The Heist – Dragon Age Fan-Fiction RPG style short story

Originally written for my YouTube community tab readers and viewers, the fan-fiction short story taking place in Thedas, the Dragon Age setting, called The Otherworlder, was created as a mini RPG style interactive story with choices readers could make. Based on the story they helped shape, here is Part 2 called The Heist in full.


You and your companions accompany Silverio on his mission, where you meet and ally with the ruler of Orlais and the Divine. Yet, events take an unexpected turn when you realise Solas is right on your heels.


Takes place immediately after the events of The Otherworlder 1: Arrival in Thedas.


You stretch, yawning, and for a moment forget where you are before opening your eyes and seeing the ship’s cabin ceiling.

‘Ah, the beauty from the Otherworld awakens.’

You look around. It’s only you and Silverio in the cabin at the moment.

‘You know it’s okay to show sadness sometimes, Silverio, it doesn’t make you any less of a person, and you certainly don’t have to hide your emotions from me.’

Silverio takes a few moments as you sit up. ‘You can’t say things like that to a man like me, I might get the wrong idea,’ he says, trying to sound flirtatious.

‘You, get an idea?’ The two of you share a chuckle. ‘You know, in my world, friends do cry in front of others, doesn’t mean we don’t get embarrassed about it, but we do let our friends see even when we feel weak.’

‘Thanks…’ Silverio smirks and suddenly hefts you over his shoulder. You yelp, startled, and he chuckles. ‘You’re a good friend.’ You feel a smooch on your cheek – your ass cheek.

You scowl in disbelief. ‘Did you just…kiss my ass?’

‘Of course.’

You sigh. ‘Now I’ll never be able to tell you to kiss my ass as an insult.’

‘Why would such a thing be an insult!’ gasps Silverio, ‘it is an honour to be—’

‘All right, all right, just put me down, man!’

Silverio chuckles, carrying you over to a chair before setting you back down. Then he bounces onto the bed, one leg already crossed over the other and hands behind his head before he’s even hit the mattress…with a boing.

You click your tongue at him as you grab your bag. ‘You’re unbelievable.’ He shrugs as though he hasn’t a clue what you’re on about. ‘Where are Halani and Barden anyway?’

Silverio shrugs again. ‘Red Jenny stuff.’

‘With Barden?’

‘What do I know?’

You chuckle, placing your bag on the bed as you begin rummaging through the items you’ve collected so far. When you place the Summoning Stone on the bed, the stone that brought you to Thedas, the stone that is linked to your life and body, Silverio sobers.

With a longing that’s heartbreaking to witness, Silverio takes the stone and holds it close to his heart – you can only watch, remembering whose soul is contained within it. He strokes it gently looking at it fondly, and it feels like he is caressing the top of your head. He wraps it closer to his bosom and hugs it.

‘Are you going to kiss it?’ you ask with a silly smile, hoping it’ll make him feel better.

He grins at you, eyes twinkling with gratitude. ‘Would you like me to?’

You both chuckle and he gently places the stone into the palm of your hand, purpose burning in his eyes. ‘I meant what I said, I will reiterate it as many times as it needs declaring. Antonina’s sacrifice meant that I got to meet you. She would have wanted me to protect you.’

You return his determined gaze. ‘You know, you joke a lot, but I also like this more serious side of you. You’re a man with conviction.’

‘I am a Crow, I must have convictions.’

‘You know what I mean, Silverio. It’s ok to be vulnerable sometimes, and I’m honoured that you would show this side of yourself to me. I am honoured to have your trust.’

‘As I am to have yours, Otherworlder.’ He wraps his hands around yours as you both hold the stone. ‘My sister and I were very close.’ He smiles fondly. ‘All our lives we competed as thieves and later as assassins. We did jobs together. This… I took a hiatus. This is the first job I do without her.’

‘It’s not,’ you say gently, caring in your voice. ‘Antonina is right here with you, through this stone, through me.’

Silverio blinks and a tear runs down his cheek. He whispers your name. ‘I may have failed to protect her, but I will always protect you.’ The two of you share a warm smile before Silverio pulls away, his eyes never leaving yours.

Halani and Barden’s laughter draws near as they enter the cabin and set some items down. Silverio discreetly wipes the tear from his face and resumes a stoic expression.

‘Good, you’re awake.’ Barden grins at you, then he and Halani look expectantly at Silverio. ‘We can start planning.’

‘We’ll be arriving at Val Chevin shortly, yes?’ asks Halani. Silverio nods.

‘All right, what’s the plan, my good man?’ Barden prompts Silverio, whose face and tone become all business.

‘The best way to acquire the ring is to go in as guests to the masked ball,’ explains Silverio. He unrolls a map which looks like a blueprint – in Thedas’s version of one anyway. ‘This is the way in, this is the way out, this is the way to the servant’s quarters. We being in disguises is the only way to steal the ring encased inside that Hart’s bust.’

You can’t help but smirk and you chuckle. ‘This is the way,’ you assert.

‘I’m pleased you think so,’ says Silverio. ‘I will pose as an Orlesian Chevalier.’

‘I’m best posing as Tall Boy’s merchant of goods, then,’ says Barden. ‘I have enough connections, I can think of something to bring as an offered gift.’

‘Very good thinking, my friend.’

‘I guess I should be your servant,’ sighs Halani.

‘Are you sure you’re okay with that?’ you ask her.

‘I’m an elf, and we’re in Orlais. I’ll be able to get into the Servant’s Quarters, hear the gossip, learn things, and I’m Red Jenny. I can gain their help.’

‘As long as you’re certain,’ Silverio says gently.

‘As long as someone isn’t too demanding,’ Halani replies, a smile tugging on the side of her mouth.

‘I have a feeling things would go very wrong for me if I were.’ Silverio and Halani share a laugh before he turns to you. ‘That leaves you, Otherworlder. You can either pose as my Tranquil, you could be my Squire, or…’

Silverio grins at you in a way he never has before, and your stomach flutters – you’re unsure whether from fear or excitement.

‘You can be…my lover.’ He smiles enticingly. You gape at him. Your friends stare at you expectantly. ‘So what will it be?’ asks Silverio.


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Yes, My Queen – Dragon Age Fan-Fiction Erotic Romance Short Story

Note: Excerpt is SFW.


Loghain entered Rowan’s bedchamber only to see that Maric already stood in the room. Loghain had to admit that being thus summoned urgently by Rowan had surprised him, but he wasn’t expecting Maric would be there too. He had hoped Rowan wanted to steal a moment alone with him, finally, after years of internally lamenting over the way things had ended between them.
        Loghain and Maric exchanged a look before the King quickly turned away again.
        Rowan’s expression was stern, while Maric’s was inscrutable. Loghain took a few tentative steps into the room and shut the door behind him.
        Rowan acknowledged them both with a glance and a nod. ‘I’ve summoned you both here because things must change.’ She began to pace. ‘This has gone on for far too long. The cold that has settled between us, the distance between you and me, Loghain, the tension between me and Maric.’
        She stopped and looked at both of them. ‘You are always in competition with each other and yet never daring to express what you truly feel, and as a result, you both hurt me with your resentment towards each other, towards me, despite the façade.’
        Tears speckled her eyes before she blinked them away. ‘So we’re going to settle things once and for all, we’re going to settle things tonight,’ her voice grew menacing, ‘and we’re going to settle things my way.’
        ‘Rowan,’ Maric said gently, ‘we’ve already tried talking. It’s best if Loghain and I continue our friendship as though what happened between the three of us never did.’
        ‘You call that a friendship?’ Loghain chanced.
        ‘You still care about me else you wouldn’t be here,’ Maric countered.
        Loghain conceded. He cared, but Rowan was right, there was a cold between them. ‘Our friendship is no longer the same, Maric.’
        ‘Do you miss it?’ asked Maric.
        Loghain wasn’t sure. He looked back at Rowan. ‘Maric’s right, we’ve tried talking before. It’ll only open old wounds.’
        ‘That’s why we’re not going to settle this by talking,’ declared Rowan.
        Loghain sighed, realising. ‘You want us to fight, don’t you? You want us to duel for you.’
        ‘I want you to agree to do this my way,’ stated Rowan. ‘I want both of you to promise me you will not argue, you will not talk back, you will attempt to follow my request to completion.’
        Maric scowled and opened his mouth to protest.
        Rowan raised a finger to stop him. ‘You will promise this to your Queen, for we are settling this now.’
        Loghain glanced at Maric who bowed his head. Rowan stared at Loghain pointedly. She was so beautiful, he missed her, missed caressing her, he wanted her, needed her, and he had let her go…for him, for the man standing next to him.
        Loghain downcast his eyes. ‘Yes, my Queen,’ he said softly. ‘I promise to do what you wish of me to make amends and make this right.’ He met her eyes and she nodded, her expression softening.
        She turned her head to Maric. ‘Maric?’
        Maric hesitated, then, ‘Fine, all right. I promise it too.’ He quickly looked at Loghain with what Loghain thought was hope in his eyes.
        Loghain felt a pang. He cared for his King, loved his friend, but they had hurt each other so much, it had changed their friendship entirely.
        ‘Good,’ Rowan breathed. She stared at both of them. ‘Strip.’


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Clandestine and Naked in Val Royeaux – Dragon Age Fan-Fiction Erotic Romance Short Story

Note: Excerpt is SFW.


Lady Evelyne Trevelyan, leader of the Inquisition, marched towards Gaspard and his troops in the Arbor Wilds. Since their reunion at Skyhold, they had had several clandestine rendezvous; the Inquisition’s spymaster was most helpful in that regard.
        Even now, after months since their first night together, since becoming lovers, Evelyne made Gaspard’s heart flutter uncontrollably. He had to be careful to maintain his mask and play the game, more so when around her in public. He knew that once their affair was known, he would have to be even more careful to maintain composure in front of his people, but at least he would have her by his side. For now, however, he had to contend himself with meeting in secret whenever they could.
        Gaspard realised suddenly that after all this time of calling her his love, he had never told her that he loved her. A part of him wondered if it was too soon to make such declarations, but surely she felt the same.
        Gaspard smiled as she approached with her advisors. ‘Inquisitor Trevelyan, it is an honour to be marching upon Corypheus’s forces with you.’
        ‘The feeling is mutual, Emperor de Chalons,’ smiled Evelyne.
        Gaspard was careful to remain neutral in the face of the squeeze he felt in his stomach. Oh, how he wished she would tell him the same when he revealed to her his true love for her.
        ‘If you wouldn’t mind, Emperor de Chalons,’ began Leliana, ‘there is a matter I wished to discuss with you and the Inquisitor in private. May we borrow your tent?’
        ‘Certainly.’ Gaspard motioned forward and led the two ladies into his tent.
        Leliana immediately struck the tent’s flaps shut, positioning herself to face the entrance, hands clasped behind her back. She looked over her shoulder.
        ‘You may speak freely to each other, you have but a few moments. I will ensure no one enters this tent.’
        ‘Thank you, Leliana.’ Evelyne turned to Gaspard and wrapped her arms around him, kissing him tenderly.
        Gaspard relished in the sensation of her warm lips on his. It triggered a desire within him. He wished they could forgo the attack and lose themselves in each other right now, but he knew that was not possible. He would have to maintain his composure and remain patient.
        He placed his hands on her face. ‘Do be careful, Lady Inquisitor, ma jolie, my love.’
        ‘I will. Promise me to be careful as well,’ replied Evelyne.
        ‘I give you my word as a Chevalier that I will remain unharmed and I will be here to…congratulate you when you are done.’
        Evelyne beamed at him, making his heart skip several beats.
        They kissed some more and Evelyne pulled away as reluctantly as Gaspard did. She began to turn when Gaspard grabbed her arm, pulling her back to him. She had a puzzled look on her face. Gaspard realised that his brows were creased and he had lost all semblance of the mask he always wore as the Emperor of Orlais.
        He lifted his actual mask to rest atop his head so Evelyne could see his eyes completely. ‘I love you.’
        His gaze remained fixed on hers, knowing the intensity of his words would convey the verity in his heart.
        Evelyne opened her mouth to speak, then paused. Gaspard’s heart hammered away, the anticipation of her reply more frightening than when he ever came close to defeat or death in combat.
        Then, Evelyne smiled wide. ‘I love you too, Gaspard.’
        Gaspard’s heart whooped and he let out a sigh of relief, grinning. ‘Oh, my love, ma douce, Evelyne.’ He kissed her deeply, his tongue twining with hers, only wanting to celebrate now.


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Grievesome Onanisn – Dragon Age Fan-Fiction Erotic Short Story

Note: Excerpt below is SFW


Loghain slowed his pace, his shoulders dropping, as he walked back to his room, alone, his heart heavy with sorrow.
        ‘Loghain!’
        Loghain stopped and sighed. ‘What now?’ he demanded monotonously.
        Maric caught up to him. ‘I just want to chat.’
        ‘And I don’t.’ Loghain resumed but Maric held him back by the arm. Loghain sighed gutturally.
        ‘Look, you’ve done a lot around here and I can see you could use some time away. Why don’t you return to Gwaren, I think it’ll do you some good.’
        ‘You trying to get rid of me, man?’
        ‘Loghain,’ Maric chided, ‘I’m trying to help you. I can see you’re…well, we’re all still grieving, but—’
        ‘Are we?’ Loghain turned to face Maric head-on. ‘Are we both still grieving? Because it seems you’ve moved on and I’m the only one who weeps at night for your betrothed because back when you didn’t want her, I loved her more than I could any woman for the rest of my life!’
        Maric blinked back tears. ‘Of course, I still grieve for her,’ he hissed a half-whisper.
        Loghain bowed his head. ‘I’m sorry.’
        Maric hesitated. ‘I just thought you might be happier if you went to Gwaren.’
        ‘Nothing will ever make me happy again, Maric, except serving the man I pledged myself to in trying to forget the women we both loved.’
        The two stood in silence for a while. ‘I’m sorry too,’ Maric said finally. ‘I’ll be happy for you to stay in Denerim if that’s what you want.’
        Loghain nodded and slowly resumed. ‘Good night, Maric.’
        ‘Good night, Loghain.’
        Maric turned and walked the other way.
        Loghain marched into his private chambre. He just needed some quiet. He had once again saved Maric, and what was his friend doing? Urging him to go home. But all Loghain wanted was to be in the place where the woman he truly loved had died.
        He shut the door to his room and leaned his hands on it. He let out a frustrated shout, punching the door. Leaning his head on it, he heaved and let out a loud sob, as tears streamed from his eyes.
        All he wanted was Rowan back, all he wanted was for Rowan to be alive. All he needed was Rowan.
        ‘Oh Rowan,’ he whispered. ‘You’re the only one I ever truly loved.’
        Steadying himself, he walked to the lounge and sat down. He swallowed, closing his eyes, his tears still spilling down his cheeks. He bowed his head. He remembered Rowan’s touch when she caressed him, the taste of her lips; none could satisfy him like she could.
        ‘What a fool I was,’ he growled. ‘What an idiot. I made a mistake. I should never have let you go.’
        He placed a hand to his eyes, weeping. ‘I miss you so much.’
        He placed his other hand on a pillow and squeezed, clenching his jaw, and a wail escaped him. All the anger and hurt, all the anguish of his loss he had suppressed, was now finally being released.
        His body tensed as he heaved, barely able to breathe. He felt like the air from his lungs would never fill again. He was sobbing uncontrollably. He needed to release it, he needed to release it all – now that he was finally allowing himself to feel it.
        And then he felt something else tense, as memories flooded him.


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