I've been getting little ideas that aren't long enough for full fics, so I've started a little collection of drabbles from DA:O and DA2 that I'll update whenever. There is a possibility of DA: Inquisition ficlets being included in the future. Enjoy!

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Human Mage Warden and Alistair pairing. Morrigan's ritual was not accepted. So, obviously: Warning, character death.

"Alistair no! I won't let you!" Adaia Amell yelled at the young man, fighting him as he struggled to pull his arm out of the iron grip with which she held it. "This is crazy!"

"This is the sanest thing I've ever done" he replied. "Let me go Adaia! This my duty!"

"No!" she cried "This is as much my duty as it is yours! We're both Grey Wardens! And you are going to be King! It's your duty to your country to keep yourself alive!" She beat her hands furiously on his armour clad chest. "Let me do this! Fereldan will survive without me! I'm dispensable, I-"

"Never say that!" Alistair roared, turning around and catching the woman's scrabbling hands. "Duty is not my only reason here, and you know it! I love you Adaia. Do you think I could just let you die if there was a way I could prevent it? Besides, isn't this the best thing I could do as King? My first and final act being to stop the Blight before it really starts?"

"Alistair, no! I won't let you sacrifice yourself!" she cried.

"I'm afraid I'm not giving you a choice" he said grimly, pushing her away before his words had fully registered.

"Alistair, wait!" she screamed as he turned to run towards the monstrous Archdemon. Her voice was so heartbroken, that despite himself, Alistair turned to look at her.

"Kiss me" she whispered to him, her eyes full of anguish.

In one stride, he was with her. "I love you Adaia. Never forget that" he said softly before his mouth descended on hers. They kissed fiercely, passionately, every ounce of longing they had ever felt communicated in that brief touch of lips. He pulled back a little and rested his forehead against hers, hardly believing that the Maker was cruel enough to tear them apart.

His concentration lapsed just long enough for Adaia to lean in and whisper a spell of paralysis against his mouth.

Instantly his body froze, all save for his eyes which stared at her in agonised accusation.

She offered him a sad half smile. "I'm sorry my love, but I couldn't let you do this. Fereldan needs you. And I couldn't let you die. I couldn't live without you" she said quietly, her voice catching in her throat. "But you? You're so much stronger than me, Alistair. You always have been. You will live. You will get through this, and you will be a great King. I'm sorry it has to be this way, but know that even if I could, I wouldn't change a single second of the time we have spent together. You showed me what life is like outside the Circle. What it is to love someone and have them love you. And I can't bring myself to regret anything. Or my decision now. I love you Alistair" she said with a sob. "Don't ever doubt that. Please, forgive me" she asked, leaning in to give him one last kiss. Then she turned away, her heart breaking.

A light shudder ran through her frame as she stared at the hideous, flailing creature in front of her. Breaking into a run, she scanned the ground in front of her for a discarded weapon, knowing that her poor, abused Spellweaver could not hope to fell a beast such as this. Her eyes alighted on a two-handed greatsword that protruded from a grotesque Darkspawn corpse, and she seized it as she ran past, yelling a furious battle cry as she bore down on the corrupt dragon. It swung it's malformed jaw towards her, releasing a jet of flames as she ducked under the scaled neck. Burning blood rained down on her, tearing a scream from her throat as she sliced her sword down the underside of the dragons neck.

The creature writhed, giving a roar of agony that shook the foundations of Denerim itself. Adaia rolled out from under the creature as it's head fell to the side, the neck no longer able to support it.

She stood, breathing heavily, her teeth bared in a feral snarl. Then with a terrible cry, she plunged her sword into the Archdemon's head.

"No!" Alistair howled, the paralysis spell breaking when Adaia had no energy left to continue it. He ran towards her, only for Wynne to catch hold of him.

"Alistair, stop! There's nothing you can do!" the elder mage pleaded.

"Adaia!" Alistair wailed as light flared all around her.

Adaia screamed as the light engulfed her. She could feel the Archdemon's soul within her, black and corrupt, whispering for her to die. She struggled desperately to pull away, fighting uselessly to let go of the sword that was now burning hot. The light seared through her veins like liquid fire, leaving nothing but ash in its wake.

"Alistair!" she screamed through the pain, calling to him even though she knew it was useless.

Then the world exploded and everything went black.

"Adaia!" Alistair yelled, as he was blown back by a wave of concussive force. He screwed his eyes shut, nearly blinded by a light as bright as the sun that radiated from where Adaia had stood.

Slowly, as the light dissipated, Alistair chanced opening his eyes, only to see a small, still form lying in the shadow of the Archdemon's wing.

"NO!" he bellowed, scrambling to his feet and racing towards her. "Adaia! No! NO!" he yelled, dropping to his knees beside her. He pulled her to him, cradling her head on his lap as he brushed her soft caramel curls away from her face. Her eyes stared up at him, unseeing as tears began to slip down his cheeks. "Don't leave me Adaia, please don't leave me" he begged brokenly, holding her hand to his face. It fell back limply as he leant over her. Crushed by sorrow, he rocked her gently, as if she were a child that needed to be soothed. His tears splashed over her face as he began to cry in earnest.

He cried for her, a mage who had been raised to believe that she was nothing. He cried for Fereldan, a country that had lost it's saviour. And he cried for himself, a man who had lost the only woman he would ever love.

Wow, that one was quite sad :( There'll be some fluff later, promise.