Her first glimpse of stone walls comes at a distance.

NOW UNDER MAJOR EDITING. Isabela/OC, FemHawke/Merrill. during DA2, act 2 and 3. Isabela has more secrets than just stealing the Tomb of Koslun. That secret's name is Aisha.

Ivy Hawke's heart is broken at the death of her mother, but a timely interlude from her pirate lover eases the pain. F!Hawke/Isabela pairing

Templar/apostate roleplay, but this time the templar is at the mage's mercy. (F!Surana/Alistair) (Revised and reposted 1/30/2019.)

Fenris has no memory of his life before he became the prized bodyguard of Danarius. No memory of the deep love he had found with a fellow slave, the elven girl Antonina. He doesn't even remember her face. But she has never forgotten him, and in all the years that pass all she can think about is finding him again one day. This is a story of convergence, a meeting of lives.

The Circle makes, the Circle breaks, but it never, ever stops turning. "Hey, I remember you from the Tower!" "Hey, I wish I didn't!"

Just as the title implies. Alistair provides a bit of comfort and reflects on how much things have changed for the both of them already. Alistair x F! Cousland one-shot.

Lyrica is confronted with her past in the worst possible way and must say good bye forever

A nameless elf becomes a young girl's savior.

Maylea Mahariel finds a cursed mirror while looking around in a ruin with her love Tamlen. Never had she thought that a live-less piece could change her live, her dreams and her future. Alistair helps as good as he can, and better than he thought.

"...and a fireplace with a small cat to warm the hearth. Such things are real homes made of."

Anders blows off some steam. Rated M for a reason.

Post-blight, slightly AU, romantic drabble: Elyssa is pregnant, and frustrated. Alistair helps her cope.

The story of a troubled sorceress and a king torn bwteen duty and love.

Anders asks a favor for a favor: he'll give Hawke his maps of the Deep Roads in exchange for her help in freeing a mage who wants to leave the Circle. Warning: gore, character death. Part 2 of the Kestrel Hawke/Anders storyline.

Part 1 of the Kestrel Hawke/Anders storyline. Anders meets the most perplexing woman in his Darktown clinic.

Sometimes, all it takes to change history is a single person speaking up at the right moment. Such a moment presents itself just as the two newest Grey Wardens approach the Tower of Ishal. (Extremely AU; all origins; many many OCs, including the narrator.)

"You're not going to shoot me."

Another Drabble: I hated the uncertainty for Elyssa and Alistair in the epilogue of the game. Was it to be civil war all over again with no heir and both dying young? I came up with an alternative. Starts immediately after Elyssa kills the archdemon.

Hawke is the Champion of Kirkwall, but she's also still a woman and still finds herself incapacitated by the pain her own body visits upon her. In this story, she's lying in bed, suffering and cursing, and wants nothing more than for the pain to be taken away. Anders manages to oblige. Short prompt fill, LOTS of fluff.

Another drabble: Elyssa doesn't take Alistair's ritual with Morrigan all that well. Then again, neither do Alistair or Morrigan.

Garrett goes on a treasure hunt in the Amell cellars; Anders help him find the greatest treasure of all. (Male Hawke/Anders)

Several short drabbles from Anders and Hawke's perspective. Spans the entirety of Dragon Age 2. M!Hawke/Anders implied.

Just a reminder, this is after all, fanfiction based on the charaters and events in Dragon Age Origins. I don't make money off it, I just want to write from my own perspective. I have great respect and admiration for those who made the game what it is. I have touched on some ideas from a book I have read also. Especially when it comes to the tower, and how much of it you don't see.

A one-off that ended up having some sequels - a bunch of scenes that occurred to me - in the first, my character, Elyssa, tried to explain why she wasn't the blushing virgin you might expect of a young noblewoman. It expanded from there, as it always seems to...