#TO ABELARD ESPECIALLY

[jarinnards]

Something something Heinrix when you don't bring him to commorragh something something

please don't let this have been done yet ffs

[dairine-bonnet]

Lynette von Valancius (aka Rogue Trader) *rushing towards Aurora and a crazy sniper on the roof*: Taking calculated risk is my second nature!

Heinrix van Calox: *deep sigh*

[neonhellscape]

pasqal setting off an industrial explosion 3ft away from himself, somehow surviving, immediately ready to pick a fight with you including saying in THE most dramatic line 'flee for i am death' said as sole survivor while he's standing in a blaze of a machine he never even touched, meets a rogue trader and where everyone else so far has kinda lost it he basically just opens a backdoor to the imperium government records to look you up and says hm checks out, having a tiny tiny breakdown when you tell him he made the machine explode and then he cant remember how he did it, saying skill issue at the people who died escorting him, then immediately setting up two turrets to Melt people and almost win the fight singlehandedly. [said with utter delight] there is something wrong with him

[optiwashere]

Finally got around to Owlcat's Rogue Trader. Weird final act and a half, but I enjoyed the game overall. Kinda sad the game bugged out and forgot my RT was romancing the new DLC character.

I wish it was balanced differently as well. Not even necessarily harder, but I think the whole extra turn system felt too easy to break accidentally if you're like me and enjoy the sorta aggro support archetype barking orders found in the Officer. First time I've stumbled into a build in an Owlcat game that shredded everything up to and including Unfair.

[boo-moved]

ur shitting me. first person to post a fucking Abelard/Rogue Trader fic

[astartesnutz]

Is Royce flirting with Abelard or is he just picking on the old man because he thinks it's funny?

Time will tell.

[meowse]

Meryse and Heinrix actually don’t speak more than a few words to each other between the Magnae Accessio and their visit to Commorragh. She was still suuuuper pissed about the Calcazar ambush in her quarters and felt deeply violated by how well the Lord Inquisitor seemed to know her — as well as how to make her uncomfortable — thanks to Heinrix reporting on her all that time he’d been traveling with her. She had been icing Heinrix out for weeks after all that, only to lose him in the worst possible way — it definitely loosened her screws a bit, and he was constantly Constsntly on her mind in Commorragh. When she finally found him, the relief and desperation for each other was pretty mutual. Emotions were running high, it was quick and dirty, both were in kind of a haze of fear and uncertainty. Neither of them had fully recovered from their respective ordeals, and it was just the one time — follow that up with him finding out she spared Yrliet and brought Marazhai into the fold (thus adding bricks to the wall between them) and they grew distant again until they were finally home, at which time she instantly bailed (for the second time since becoming RT). She went to visit Vladaym alone and basically went on a bender in the bowels of Footfall (given that he was ousted by Chorda at this point), painstakingly concealing her whereabouts before doing so, because running away is more or less the only way she knows how to cope. Upon her return, Heinrix, still pretty fucked up and traumatized from what happened in Commorragh, thought he’d lost her again, hadn’t been sleeping, etc. Cue a different take on the desk sex scene. Purely reconciliatory, just as “oh my god you’re back” though 😏

Alright Heinrix friends, I want to know your headcanon about sex and Commorragh

Time probably passes a bit differently there, but I've got to imagine that once the RT was reunited with Heinrix, they had at least a week together before escaping (I then headcanon that they were gone for 3 months in the regular universe)

Was the post-sex conversation a one time thing for them? Did they start having sex in quiet corners as much as possible? Curious minds want to know!

With Nova and Heinrix, they only had sex the once in Commorragh. She has far less control over her psyker abilities than he does, and with the emotion and desperation of the moment... Let's just say when he made her come, they were a lot closer to a warp event than either of them liked. But even so, lots of kissing and cuddling late at night afterward

Charity and Heinrix fucked like rabbits after the first time. Any time they found themselves alone (which was a lot because the other members of her retinue simply did not want to deal with them) they were having sex. Which made it hurt that much more when he tries to pull away in the beginning of act 4

What about your Rogue Trader? :D

[lordcaptains]

I don't think Heinrix views leaving the Inquisition as abandoning the Imperium or forsaking his faith in the God-Emperor. He says he's a heretic now, and it's true - Calcazar declares him excommunicate traitoris, and he tells the Rogue Trader that the Inquisition will attempt to hunt him down as though he were.

But Heinrix's certainly not off to fraternize with xenos (beyond that which might be required of him as a member of the retinue, which he'll do with a clenched jaw and a tic in his cheek) and he won't be worshiping the Ruinous Powers, either - a heretical von Valancius will not be retaining his services. Just because Heinrix is leaving the Inquisition doesn't mean he's turned his back on humanity.

What Heinrix takes from his association with the Rogue Trader instead - if he's urged to - is a willingness to acknowledge his own desires and even act on them, if he so chooses. So when he's asked if he really wants to spend his entire life "serving people who squander our lives like coins", he can say no. That's not what he wants - not anymore. He's paid that debt to the Golden Throne.

(Abelard did much the same thing when he left the Navis Imperialis to serve Lady Theodora. The Imperial Navy was also reluctant to release him from his service, but "there was no one among the naval command who was willing to impede the wishes of the Rogue Trader." And Abelard made the decision to leave because he saw in Theodora's offer "a chance to serve the interests of Humanity even more effectively than in the Navis Imperialis.")

So Heinrix can choose to leave the Inquisition to serve a Rogue Trader, the bearer of the Warrant of Trade, who is - by definition! - the God-Emperor's chosen. (Especially a von Valancius, whose Warrant was signed by the God-Emperor Himself.) Protecting the Rogue Trader, serving them as their Master of Whispers - that's all still in service to the interests of humanity and the Imperium itself.

(tl,dr: i don't think heinrix would be too wracked with guilt over his decision to leave the inquisition)

[biheinrixvancalox]

DOES Pasqal know how funny he is? Abelard does, 100%, he's got a whole arsenal of dad jokes I know it, but Pasqal???

"cognition is not your primary function" my beloved magos how ELSE am i supposed to respond to that??????????

my love that man is dying please stop making tiktoks about it

also-

bringing him and heinrix anywhere we need to question someone leads to BOTH of them just BEGGING to let their freak out (theory: outside of game mechanics that alone would be enough to get most people talking, especially if you also have marazhai to complete the torture trio)

[theevilscribbler]

The first time Marazhai made Ada laugh?

She was taken aback when Marazhai came to sit near her, despite the glares from other members of her retinue warning him not to draw close. Abelard gave her a meaningful look as he handed her a bowl full of... of... actually Ada didn't want to know what it was full of. It was grey, mostly liquid, and smelt like salted vomit. A rather spectacular return to form after growing accustomed to the rich food that came with being Rogue Trader.

With a reassuring nod she waved Abelard back to his place, but whatever the Drukhari might have wanted to say to her, he seemed in no rush now. He simply laid his sword across his armoured thighs and began to clean Khymerae guts from the blade - the remnants of their latest battle in the arena. Picking up the rusted metal spoon, Ada took a mouthful of her meal, grateful for having even this much to sustain her. It was just as awful as she had expected. What she didn't expect was the feeling of something hard moving against her tongue, and then a sharp pinching sensation. She winced and nearly choked, but managed not to spit the entire mouthful out. Instead, grimacing, she reached between her lips to grab whatever it was that had decided it preferred biting to being bitten.

It was an insect - black with spindly yellow legs and a nasty pair of pincers that were still opening and closing around nothing. She held it between thumb and forefinger, her tongue throbbing and her stomach turning over. Before she could recover from this unpleasant shock, she caught the sound of a chuckle nearby. Marazhai was watching her, his head tilted to one side and his mouth twisted into a sharp grin.

"What? Not accustomed to your food fighting back?"

It should not have been funny. Especially in their current circumstances and especially coming from him. But she spluttered again, and her hand flew to her mouth as she threatened to spray its contents across the floor. It nearly came out of her nose, but she managed to choke it down as the laughter struggled up from the other direction. The sound of it filled their sombre corner of the Chasm - eerie and alien. She was fairly certain it was the first time she had laughed since waking up in this hell-hole. Never would she have thought that Marazhai would be the one to bring humour back into her world.

And when she looked over to him, and saw his eyes in the instant before he resumed that mask of scorn, she was struck by the thought that he might be just as surprised as she was.

Thank you @pheedraws for this prompt! Sorry it's a little gross... but it was a lovely first demonstration for the weird sense of humour these two share! <3

[gautiersylvain]

now that i've heard more of kibellah's banter i'm curious how owlcat created her naming conventions. i think we can start with the assumption that they're inspired by latin words/phrases, especially considering that the dialects of Low Gothic spoken by most people in universe are derived from High Gothic (pseudo-latin)

Domin - exclusively for the Rogue Trader, likely from the latin word dominus meaning lord, owner, ruler, or master; used in catholicism to refer to god (ex. dominus tecum = the Lord is with you)

Amic - I've only heard her use this for Abelard (very fitting since Kibellah tells us it means "one you can trust in battle"), likely from the latin word amicus meaning friend or comrade; used today in legal terminology to refer to a person or organization acting as an advisor to the court

Veni - Kibellah explains that this is used to refer to people with a connection to the warp (psykers and navigators), I know she uses it for Heinrix and likely Idira and Cassia as well; the origin of this one is a mystery to me but if i had to guess, it could be derived from the famous phrase veni, vidi, vici translated as "I came, I saw, I conquered" (someone who masters/conquers the immaterium, someone who sees/watches the veil)

Vil - Kibellah says this means "one who must go to the other side" but i'm pretty sure she also uses it for people she doesn't like or respect? i think i heard her use this for Jae; i'm not certain about this one either, but it could be derived from vile/vili which translates as several adjectives, but i think the most relevant is "worthless" such as in the phrase corpus vile = (literally worthless body) a person or thing fit only to be the object of an experiment (i.e. your life is already over/only has value as an offering to the Undying One)

[dairine-bonnet]

Heinrix: Tell me, Gwedon, why did you kill Her Ladyship's Seneschal?

Senior Pipwarden Gwedon: Well, because... he saw me do it. A witness, he was. So I cursed him first, and then... I killed him too!

Abelard: What a shame. He was a good man.

[gingerfan24]

Rogue Trader Companions as DnD classes

Abelard- Fighter Champion

Idira- Wild Magic Sorcerer

Sister Argenta- Oath of the Crown Paladin

Heinrix- Fighter Eldritch Knight

Cassia- School of Divination Wizard (I am open to alternative takes on this especially)

Ulfar- Path of the Zealot Barbarian

Yrliet- Hunter Ranger

Marazhai- Assassin Rogue

Pasqal- Battlesmith Artificer

Kibellah- Phantom Rogue

Jae- Mastermind Rogue

[iloveoutlinesiswear]

This is a bit of fluff and angst between Karroleen von Valancius and Abelard. Features Marazhai and Heinrix also. I'm still climbing out of a writing funk so have mercy.

(Mentions of torture and stalking)

Intentions

Karroleen flinched as if struck. For a long moment, they all froze as Marazhai's words hung in the air. Abelard gripped his chainsword, ready to finally behead the xenos.

Just give me the word, ladyship. Please.

"Broodmale," Karroleen repeated, her voice high and thin.

Abelard's thirst for vengeance died in an instant, killed by her distress.

Shaking from some deep emotional wound reopened, she took a step back. Her golden earrings tinkled, discordant and harsh. Brown eyes wide, she looked around her as if expecting a rebuke. Then she spun around and fled.

"Karroleen, wait!" Heinrix called to her retreating back.

Marazhai seemed just as surprised by her reaction as any of them, though the expression on the vile creature's face most closely resembled intrigued triumph, his lips skinning back from his teeth in a vicious grin.

"Interesting, apparently, you hurt her more than I ever could," Marazhai hissed at Heinrix. "Isn't that typical for you?"

Abelard watched the color drain from the Interrogator's face.

"Bastard!" Heinrix spat with all the venom he could summon.

Anyone else would have been groveling in terror but the xenos simply cocked his head and inhaled as if savoring the scent of some fine drink.

"Enough, viper!" Abelard barked.

Marazhai shied but the smirk remained on his pale face. After a mocking bow, the xenos meandered from the chamber, chuckling evilly to himself.

As soon as the beast was gone, Heinrix slumped, seemingly exhausted. Rubbing his mustache, Abelard regarded him.

Karroleen awakened the father in him, being a shy and proper young lady of a noble house, even if her lineage was dubious. Theodora had been hard on her, mistaking her reserved nature for weakness. Abelard knew better.

Then Heinrix had arrived on the ship and Abelard had distrusted him to the utmost. Somehow, the Interrogator had weaseled his way into her confidence and her chambers. Indeed, she took him everywhere, consulting him on things she really ought not to.

Abelard still didn't trust him. Not completely. Even after Commoragh. Especially after Commoragh. There was something of the seducer about Heinrix and having a Rogue Trader in their pocket was too advantageous to the Inquisition. It would be something they would do. Had done in fact.

And Karroleen being of a certain age and temperament was vulnerable to that approach.

"I should talk to her," Heinrix said, almost to himself.

Abelard coughed, broken out of his reverie.

"No," Abelard said firmly, "I will."

A flicker of anger flickered over Heinrix's face but then he bowed. As always, Heinrix turned inscrutable on a geld piece. Another reason that Abelard suspected him.

"As you wish," the man said curtly.

Without pausing, Abelard strode back through the bridge to his mistress's chambers. Cassia hovered near the elevator, wringing her clawed hands. Thick as thieves, those two were, similar in many ways but different than others.

"What happened?" She asked. "Did the beast hurt someone? Why did Karroleen...?"

"Yes, it's a mess down there," he said. "But in her ladyship's case, it's cutting words." He paused, gripping the handle of his chain-axe. "God-Emperor I hate that creature."

Without explaing further, he descended on the elevator. Walking past the trophies that lined her foyer, he caught sight of the Drukhari war engine suspended from the ceiling. A gift from somewhere. He suspect the Kasballicans. The sight of it made his soul ache.

He continued on.

A sniffle came from Karroleen's office.

Her office, not Theodora's. Slowly but surely they had become her chambers. Blue carpeting covered the floor. The ork skull was gone, replaced by an ornate brass music box. Pleasant sea scapes and romantic scenes dominated, the martial paintings quietly disappeared into storage. Slowly, the books changed out from treatise on astro-phenomenon and void warfare to poetry and trade strategy.

He paused outside the entrance and coughed. The girl gasped and her skirts rustled. Knowing how she prized decorum far more than her predecessor, a warning of his presence was warranted.

"Mistress?" he said as he walked in. "Are you well?"

She stood, shivering like some prey animal, her exquisite make up streaked from tears. Even her hair was mussed, usually piled up in perfect curls and decorated with jewels, now loose and lopsided.

"Forgive me, I should be...I should have better control of myself," she said, smoothing her skirts.

"Mistress," he said. "That...thing knows how to get at anyone. You should not take its words seriously."

"I know," she said. "I just can't help but wonder if...."

She swallowed what she was about to say like it was poison, bitter and glutinous.

"Young mistress," he said, softly as he had to his own children and grand children. "I am your Seneschal. I do not manage just your ship and your staff but also your secrets."

With a choked gasp, she sat back into the couch. She wrung her gloved hands, the kid leather rubbing together. Then a shuddering breath escaped her.

"I suppose you think less of me now," she said. "I'm guessing the entire crew knows. And-" she sucked in a breath "they talk."

"I've never heard any of them breathe a word," he said, sitting down on the couch next to her. "I might not be a master of whispers, but I do know that they adore you. Besides, you've been nothing less than discrete, though you don't need to be."

"It's different when you're a bastard," she said.

He stayed silent. He couldn't argue with that. Being on a Rogue Trader ship, he'd long had his fill of noble intrigue. Bastards were fodder for the gossip circles, whether they were dissolute wastrels or paragons of virtue.

For a few long moments, she kept silent. Until he thought that she might not elaborate. Then in a quiet voice, she started.

"When I was younger, I was caught alone with a boy," she said, pulling her knees up under her skirts. "My step-mother was furious and cruel, she never had any affection for me. She threatened me with a convent but I managed to convince her otherwise. Then the boy bragged that he had taken my virtue to his friends. Which was a lie but that did not matter. And I became a pariah. And worse, prey."

She smiled then and it was the most caustic smile he had ever seen. It distorted her face into a hideous mask, pale and bitter as ash. With a deep breath, she pulled one of the jeweled combs from her hair.

Holding out his hand, he listened in silence.

She placed the comb in his palm. Butterflies in sapphire and purple initrian glittered at him.

"Men propositioned me for liaisons," she said, pulling free the other comb and placing it with its twin. "Married men. Older men. Mothers condemned me as a whore, even as their sons hunted me through the corridors of the palace. eager to take what I would not give freely. The convent would not take me since it was assumed I was no longer virtuous. And marriage became impossible for the same reason."

As she talked, she unwound the great mass of brown curls, plucking out hair pins with expert grace. These too she placed in his hand, as if each one were weighted with a small measure of the hate she received.

Abelard said nothing and she continued, staring into the middle distance.

"What friends I had deserted me and worse added more lurid tales about my alleged appetites to the mills. People believed them, thinking they had my confidence. In reaction, my governess became cruel to me also and watched me day and night, blaming me for the attention I received."

"When Theodora's missive arrived, it was like the God-Emperor himself reaching down to me. As horrible as everything I have seen since is, it's nothing compared to that hell. I know that seems strange. I've fought literal deamons, chaos space marines, the most vile creatures. But I'm no longer alone when I do so."

She let out a deep breath and leaned against his heavy shoulder.

"That was the worst thing about Commoragh," she said. "It was not the torture. It was the loneliness that followed."

"You found us all," Abelard said. "None of us walked away without scars. But we did walk away." He sucked in a breath. "Even that creature, because of you. There is more to you, and always was than simple romantic inexperience."

She pulled away from him, and for a heart stopping moment he thought that he had mortally offended her. Turning to apologize, he stopped once he saw the look of confusion on her face.

"Inexperience?" she said, tasting the word. "I've never heard it framed in such a detached way. Not that I am any more."

She blushed, pink dusting her pale cheeks.

"Madam, you are a Rogue Trader," he said with a twisted smile. "Your social mores are what you make them, nothing more, nothing less. Believe me, the tales I could tell you of Theodora are both lurid and plentiful. I mean, to put it another way. Why do you think your...bath attendants are all men of a certain age?"

Her delicate blush intensified. "Oh," she squeaked. "I, um. Oh."

"Though even she might have stopped short of Master van Calox," he said.

It was a soft probe, just to see. Just to sense how she felt about the man. Van Calox was a hard man to read, stony and dutiful. And not likely to reveal anything about himself. Though his behavior seemed obvious enough, he also had incentive to lie, to obfuscate.

She coughed with finality, her face turning crimson. A smile tugged at her lips, a soft look he knew well from decades of herding young people to their proper places. Then remembering herself, she stood and took the plie of pins and combs from his palm.

"Thank you for listening to me ramble," she said. "But speaking of baths, I really must clean the filth off."

"Of course," he said, even as his attention turned elsewhere.

She disappeared deeper into her chambers and he sat for a long moment, looking around at the office. One of the pins remained in his hand and he rolled it between his finger tips. He licked his lips, tapping a hard heel on the floor.

It was time to find out precisely what Heinrix van Calox's intentions really were.

[moociaoafterdark]

My opinion on Rogue Trader companions so far (I just finished act 1)

Idira - deserved better both in story and in gameplay. Seriously, why do enemies target her so much, what did she do?? Also, her insights are very useful, wish I could consult the voices in my head the way she can. And I know for a fact Idira and Vigdis explored each other's bodies, tho I can also see some toxic yuri potential between her and Argenta.

Pasqal - surprisingly chill for a magos! Also, he definitely wants to be called a good boy, but, like, not in a kinky, but platonic way. You know, the same way your dog wants to be called a good boy/good girl. Even though I already play a respectful and chill Rogue Trader, I still try to be a bro to Pasqal (yes, I'm a girl who roleplays as an old dude, what about it?) I do hope that he actually starts seeing you as a close friend/companion later down the story line, because I genuinely love him. Also, Pasqal's melee attacks >>>>>> Pasqal's range attacks.

Argenta - I'm pretty sure at some point in her life, the Emperor sent her back into our time and made her shoot Tr*mp. She missed, as we all know. LIKE. GIRL. PLEASE HIT THE TARGET, I'M BEGGING YOU. Every time it's her turn, I legit start praying to Big E. Story wise... Not gonna lie, out of all the dogmatic leaning characters, I prefer her the most. I especially prefer her over Heinrix. Not that I hate him, and I'm not a big fan of SoB, but... there's something about Argenta that just makes me like her. Though, she is sus. Like really sus. I expect her to do something insane later down the line.

Abelard - MY MAN. Like, yes, I did the quest with the Lower Decks and I know that Abelard is not sunshine and rainbows, in fact, he is quite a classist ass, but! I like that about him! And his dedication and loyalty to both us and Theodora (well, the entire house of Von Valancius) is admirable. I like him a lot :) BUT! I LOVE HIM IN COMBAT. DUDE IS HIM. Every time it's his turn, I know for a fact someone is going to fucking die. AND he is a healer! Dude's theme song is Holding Out For A Hero and I accept no arguments. Might just be my favorite. I hope we get to meet his family, because one of his comments mentioning his youngest great-granddaughter being a working adult made me intrigued. I know that people can extend their life span + he constantly has to travel through the Warp with the Rogue Trader, so I'm curious if they're going to elaborate on that.

Heinrix - I heard a lot about him. I can see why many people thirst over him and ship him with their fem!Rogue Traders and! Good for you! I support yume/self-shipping as well as oc x canon with all my heart! However, he didn't impress me much. Maybe it's because my Rogue Trader is an old man and there were no spicy/romantic dialogue options for him. He is cool, and I did help him complete his mission. Though, I wish he stayed after act 1, because I want to learn more about him... And also I really like him in combat. He's like if Abelard was a psyker, and you already know how much I love Abelard in combat. I wish we get to meet him again.

Cassia - Okay, first things first: I LOVE HER. I love her design and I'm glad we got an abhuman companion, because I want more abhumans in w40k. Love how she is sweet with us and seems, ya know, very demure very mindful, but I do also love she is not like this with everyone, judging by her combat voice lines and how she needs human blood for her paintings. However, that time you are summoned by her after you recruit her to be the ship's Navigator... Hoo boy did I momentarily regret picking a male!Rogue Trader, because *some* of the dialogue options were so cringy and creepy. If you played as a male Rogue Trader, you know what I'm talking about. THANK GOD the game wouldn't reward you for being too fast and too lustful with her from the get-go. Not that I picked those options, but I did read up about Cassia's romance after that event. It does make sense for a sheltered girl like her to be into courtly, romance book type love! Also, she once one-shotted like... 8 enemies with her attack... Really made it easier to focus on Aurora. Blood for Navigator Cassia, skulls for Navigator's Throne!

Jae, Yrliet, Marazhai, Ulfar and Kibellah - I know they exist! REALLY eyeing Marazhai because he is the only possible mlm option in this game. I'm a toxic yaoi whore, I'm sorry. We'll see, because I'm not a fan of Drukhari, but MAYBE Marazhai will make me change my mind.

[inquisitornocturn]

NSFW alphabet no.8 - Abelard Werserian

So, um, about the trusty seneschal👀💦

Abelard was requested by a reader who wanted to remain Anonymous♡~

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Abelard is a caring, gentle man and he will remain by your side, making sure that you’re alright and reassuring you that you did wonderfully. His aftercare is gentle and compassionate in a sweetest way. He will not walk away or leave you until he is absolutely sure that you are happy, relaxed and hydrated. If needed he will even help you clean up/shower and put you back to bed himself to ensure that you’re as comfortable as possible.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Not immune to breasts, Abelard is easily distracted when you wear low cut tops and dresses and won’t hide that it’s hard for him to concentrate when you’re showing off your cleavage. In privacy, he worships them with hands and mouth, often burying his face in between or just resting his head on top. Not only he appreciates hearing your heartbeat, he truly loves your chest and won’t ever forget about it during sex. On himself Abelard can not necessarily can name a favorite body part, but he does have a certain weakness when you suck on his fingers, especially if making eye contact.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

He is not one about pulling out or you spitting it out either. Rest Assured that he will help you clean up afterwards, but for Abelard there’s not much point in sex if he has to think and over-focus before his orgasms. He likes to fully relax and indulge and so you will be filled with as much as he can grant you. Secretly, Abelard loves coming inside because of the masculine kind of pride of claiming his partner.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Truly and actually really cares about how he looks naked, not that he would ever admit that, disguising it as needing to be physically fit for his job. Which means Abelard does exercise and often checks himself in the mirror, both while hard or flaccid, just to make sure that he’s satisfied with the image reflected back to him. Now, it doesn’t come from vanity as one might think, but from the fact that Abelard is nothing short of a perfectionist in almost everything and he would not want you, especially, to question his readiness for physical excretions both on a battlefield and in bed. Which of course means that Abelard’s exercise routine is pretty strict and he feels pride after leaving you absolutely ravaged in the bedroom. A job well done is a job worth doing, after all~

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

One could say that having a vast family is not a show of skill, but in case of Abelard it absolutely is. Not only he has many children and their children to show for it, he is also a man not too ashamed to speak proudly of his prowess in leaving a genetic legacy. And a man like Abelard does not brag without a reason. So yes, he is a very capable lover, but worry not, the trusty seneschal will be your guide and teacher in the most sensual way, that will leave your legs shaking and you begging for more.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

A big fan of cowgirl in a chair where he can hold you close and see you bounce on it. Which also gives him access to your lips and your breasts, as well as being able to cradle your ass or control how fast and hard you’re moving by holding your hips. It’s a perfect position for him, but not the only one he uses. Abelard’s a gentleman after all, and he won’t let you do all the work for long. Unless you insist, of course.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Abelard can be both very sensual and quite humorous, depending on the mood, as it usually is when it comes to sex. But he’s not afraid to be playful and teasing, not being insecure at all at hearing laughter in the bedroom or during an act. He’s a confident man and will strive for you to be most comfortable with him, whether with sweet reassurances or making you relax by making you laugh.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Very well groomed, trimmed, showered, and perfumed. You won’t catch even a hair out of place on Abelard’s head or beard and same goes for the rest of his body. On the same note, he won’t be too upset if his uniform gets stained, especially if the cause of such mess is you.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

As mentioned above, Abelard can be very sensual and he will guide you through anything he might have in mind for you. If you take the charge, he will lovingly encourage you and express his enjoyment fully. Abelard is a man who does and will fully communicate with you during sex, aspiring to make every moment with you be as smooth and pleasurable as possible. Therefore, he will be sweet and caring before, during and after the act.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Finding such things frivolous at best and a total waste of time at worst, the seneschal won’t partake in this often unless he has to spend a lot of time away from you. Otherwise, he won’t spend himself when he can easily do so with you and more pleasantly as well. Craving contact with you more than just physical release, Abelard will seek your company for that intimate connection and he will not sacrifice it for anything else, especially a short, solo, self-pleasuring as this.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Overstimulation is easily a kink Abelard has, simply because he loves seeing you completely spent, panting and sweaty. Your whimpers and weak begging when he makes you come again and again, are more satisfying than his own orgasm and he will make sure that at least once in a while he gets enough time with you to do exactly this. And he will use a wide variety of tools to achieve his goal: his mouth, fingers, cock, toys, you name it. One thing is absolutely certain –you will have trouble walking or forming a coherent thought afterwards.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Bedroom, plain and simple. Abelard is not a man to flaunt his sexual life nor would he in any way find it graceful to be discovered. Therefore, he prefers security of the bedroom. Not only it’s the most private location to have sex, it also provides Abelard with worry-free time to spend just with you. No one walking in by accident, no one ruining the moment and most importantly – no one cutting Abelard’s time with you short.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

As cliché as he would even admit it himself, Abelard is weak to see you bite your bottom lip, especially if you have lipstick on. It’s this one act that will have the man planning how to get you back to your chambers and all to himself.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

If you are not in a mood then that’s it. No pestering you about it, no attempts to get you in a mood once you already refused. Abelard respects you and won’t feel slighted if you refuse him for any reason whatsoever, be it tiredness, being busy or just not wanting physical intimacy.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

A man is a complete giver. He will be lodged between your legs for as long as it takes and treat it like the best meal he had ever had. Just don’t complain about his beard leaving burns on your inner thighs, because Abelard will tell you that it’s a small price to pay for pleasure. And, on top of that, feeling you tremble, shake and sandwich his head between your legs is immeasurably erotic for Abelard, so you will often find yourself with him on his knees or on his stomach, his eyes watching your face as he goes down on you repeatedly, working to coax out multiple orgasms out of you by the end of the night.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Abelard does not like to rush sex, so he will usually go for mid-tempo pace and will try to slow you down as well if you try to hurry. Additionally, he’s in no way rough, but can make your mind go blank with the power behind his thrusts if he wishes so, and usually that’s how he finishes intercourse almost every time.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Despite preferring bedroom and having time to spend with you without worrying about anything else, Abelard is not averse to quickies, but only as long as there’s no risk to be interrupted. Your pleasure is the ultimate goal for the man, and if he’s prevented from doing just that, then he will abandon any notion of attempting the same thing twice. So yes, he will have you quickly bent over the dresser in the morning, but only if there’s no risk to be late and he will have your legs on his shoulders in an office, but only if the door is firmly locked.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

As mentioned right above, Abelard won’t risk getting caught or interrupted, so not even you can entice him into having sex even semi-publicly. In other cases, such as toys, he will use anything he can to make your experience a world-shattering one. Some innovations might give him a pause, but if it helps him make you shout and tremble with pleasure, then he is fully onboard.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

With Abelard it’s not how many rounds he can go, but how satisfied you are. Whether that takes longer or lasts shorter - is of no concern to the seneschal, as long as you are thoroughly pleased. He knows how to hold back on his own orgasm for the sake of yours, but if not for his discipline, Abelard can come relatively fast, because being with you is already extremely enjoyable to him.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

All has been said about Abelard seeing sex toys as friends and not enemies, but in turn he would not be too happy to have much being used on him. Some he won’t oppose, like handcuffs, classic blindfold, a cockring, and the likes.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Abelard is not big of a flirt and that goes same for teasing. He’s the type of man to hear you begging for more rather than for him to start, therefore you will find yourself urging him, pleading for Abelard to go faster or harder, and that’s the kind of teasing he does.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Loud enough, but not obnoxiously so. Abelard knows that a man and a good lover does not stay silent and so he lets you know without shame that he is enjoying his time with you, just as you are enjoying yours with him. He will grunt and moan and whisper your name because he wants you to be absolutely sure that you, and only you, are on his mind in this very intimate, special moment.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Not necessarily a kink, neither truly a dirty secret, but Abelard loves seeing his marks on you when you are out and about. Whether slightly disheveled hair after a quickie, or a hickie he left on the side of your neck, subtly peaking from over your coat’s collar, the seneschal sees these innocuous signs of his love for you as a job well done and a victory won.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Bigger than average, quite straight with only a slight curve towards the top. The head is darker shade of pink when he’s erect and it’s slimmer than the base of his shaft. Abelard grooms himself well, and because he has hair trimmed, his cock looks even bigger at a glance than it really is. Although some stretches are recommended before partaking in certain positions with him~

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

He disguises it well, but Abelard has quite a high sex drive, especially for a man his age. He will complain about sores and body pain afterwards, as if he wasn’t the one to initiate intercourse in the first place, but you know better than to fall for his sweet act of a weathered warrior. The man can and will fuck you at any (comfortable) chance. Sometimes you wonder how he’s capable of all of this, maybe it’s the augmetics…

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

To Abelard’s shame, he does fall asleep quite fast even if you assure him that you don’t mind. Granted, that is only after the aftercare and making completely sure that you’re alright, but he will, in fact, be the first to fall asleep with you in his arms. He might even apologize about it in the morning, feeling embarrassed for not staying up until you drift off, but at the same time, Abelard will accept you telling him it’s cute and won’t linger on it.