For Ferelden. The words he lived by. He'd done everything for Ferelden.

Librarian Melori Enara has spent her entire life hiding behind a carefully crafted mask. Now, with the destruction of the Temple of Sacred Ashes, she has a chance to prove her worth to the Inquisition and to herself. Original Character / not the Inquisitor.

A spectre is haunting Thedas - the spectre of mage freedom. Enchanter Bethany Hawke would prefer to stay out of politics, but as she and Ser Cullen investigate a series of gruesome ritual murders, and as her sister presses her to elope to Tevinter with her, she may have to make a choice ... [Long. Now with footnotes! Also feat. an appendix by Fr. Genitivi.]

'What happened to all the healers in Dragon Age Inquisition', you might ask. That's a very good question… This is my short response for the prompt 'Y U No Heal' over at Dragonage Kink Meme.

The Fifth Blight rages on, but spring is returning to Ferelden. In Par Vollen, the seasons do not change. The ground before the Circle Tower was once a battlefield, a great defeat for Sten. Now, the site of this disgrace is covered in wildflowers. **Completed for the March challenge, "Spring," over at the Dragon Age Fanfiction Writer's Group on Facebook**

Okay, so what started out as a quick short story has spiralled into a few drabbles of my Kossith head cannon. Some of the events may be represented during the Inquisition, but I have no way of knowing if they will be actually happening. Just my own little ideas for amusement :)

Things come to a head after they get back from the fade.

Solas finally tells Eamane who he is.

A Grey Warden enters the Deep Roads in search of the end of a song.

The Breach threatens to destroy the world, the Chantry is gone, the Divine dead. And I'm the one caught in the middle of it all. The mark on my hand is the only thing that can save Thedas, but it may well be the thing that destroys it. Branded the Herald of Andraste, isn't only a blessing, but a curse. Everyone is looking to me for help, and I can only pray I can make it through.

Another trouble arises. Any being with connection to the fade, such as mages, dragons demons, and perhaps even gods themselves, are losing freewill, emotions. They become nothing more than hallow shells . (Warning: this may contain major spoilers)

Josephine really doesn't get how much Lady Trevelyan cares for her or she merely wishes to ignore it all because she is afraid of her own feelings. With her impending engagement to Lord Otranto, the ambassador feels she has finally found the exact thing to slow her rising emotions for the Inquisitor, but fate has a funny way of changing things. (Fem/Inquisitor/ Josephine)!

Ten years ago, Solona Amell made the ultimate sacrifice. A failed attempt at closing the Breach takes a life and brings another back. The question is whether too much time has passed for one's affections to dampen? Cullen/ Amell-Inquisitor Inspired by Richard Husky's Love and War, Forevermore. Extremely AU. Betad by T.K. Edwards C2 posted

M!Trevelyan/Dorian slash. What would he say? 'I'm sorry, I can't be the Inquisitor today, my hand hurts.' No - he can't say that. Some days find you down on your luck. If you're lucky, there's someone willing to help pull you back to your feet. Mild Here Lies the Abyss Spoilers but nothing major.

Cullen enjoys the ball at Halamshiral... or does he? Well... no. Not really.

The Inquisitor was always secretly a fan of Hard in Hightown, and Varric finds out via a gift from an old templar friend of the Inquisitor's. One-shot.

Some backstory to lend credence to decisions made and events that came about in DA:Inquisition. Am trying to play around with the possibility that Trevelyan knew Cullen long before the events in Inquisition. This is my first romance-heavy fic, so go easy on me.

It hurt to breathe, throat dry as her voice came out in a hoarse tone, calling out for a name. She forced her body to cooperate in order for her to sit up despite the ache she had felt alongside her throbbing head. She needed to find him, needed to hear his voice full of humour, needed to see that he was okay.

Laina Surana makes it to Skyhold to reunite with Alistair. Written purely for my own fangirlish feels.

In the aftermath of Lavellan's decision to have Solas remove her vallaslin and Sera's unkind words, she finds comfort in the friendship she shares with the only other Dalish elf in Skyhold: the aptly named 'Dalish' of the Bull's Chargers. Written for a K-Meme prompt.

I named my inquisitors daughter Hailie and the younger sibling Delaney. both names are mentioned in the song first time I ever heard the song was to today on the radio in my Buick so yeah. it was a quick thing sorry for any typos and the weirdness at which I wrote it. its late here in my time zone so yeah. enjoy.

Keela looks into his eyes, not sure what exactly lies within or what she truly wishes to find, only knowing she is willing to look. (Post Relationship)

He was supposed to be dead; several people wished she was. This wasn't supposed to happen, but sometimes, it is inevitable for war to break out.

Some people are born to greatness, other have greatness thrust upon them. By divine intervention or by being in the wrong place at the wrong time, is totally irrelevant. It is irrelevant because that is exactly what happened to me and my brother; the two of us just minding out own business when everything went to Hell in a hand-basket.

This is my Crossover of the City elf and Dalish elf origins... Poor Kallian, heartbreak after heartbreak... will this handsome assassin be just another one?