This collection gathers together various short fictions in a variety of lengths, all of them concerned with Fen'Harel and his lover. Will contain major Trespasser spoilers.

The Inquisitor sits within the Chapel of Andraste in search of peace. Yet, peace is elusive. One-Shot.

Just a short hawris fic. May add more sometime eventually, with little short stories involving these two. (Also on Ao3)

Cullen invites Elena to accompany him on a trip to Ferelden

He believed once, before he learned better. The Maker did not care. He did not believe, but they needed him to and so he would.

She offers him a few moments of her time; he accepts, and offers small, inconsequential words in return. They build a repartee of sorts. The seventh time, she offers him her name.

No one wants to face a long-distance relationship but Dorian has an uphill battle ahead of him if he wants to have any hope of convincing Lucas Cadash that even if dwarves do have it pretty good in the Imperium that whole Herald of Andraste thing means he really, really shouldn't move there. Lucas may or may not be planning out their entire future. For dwarf appreciation week.

Kallian Tabris is now the Bann of the Alienage and it is up to her to improve the lives of her people.

The first time Elena Trevelyan and Cullen meet on the battlefield shortly after the events at the Conclave and their impressions of each other

Meeting the Inquisitor and his lover Dorian Pavus proves to be quite inspiring for Megan Cousland and her two lovers. Just some fluffy Megan/Nate/Carver goodness. Companion piece to chapter 40 of "Tough as Leather", but works on its own.

Eila Lavellan travels to the Divine's conclave as a spy at the behest of her Keeper, eventually landing in the difficult position of being the only survivor, amnesic witness and suspect to a catastrophic event. She is expecting the hangman's noose - as an elf and a mage, prejudices are stacked strongly against her, but Fate has other plans. Rated M for the usual.

Set just before 'Wicked Eyes and Wicked Hearts', the inner circle needs to brush up on their dancing skills and Solas receives a starting revelation. (Solas/Lavallen) One-Shot

Sanosara Adaar finds herself at the center of the conclave conflict. A wandering Avvar warrior takes it upon himself to help her out in her time of need to resolve the conflict opposing Thedas.

Sereda Aeducan has returned home to both help her race and to keep her younger brother in check.

Lucas Cadash may hold opinions that regularly cause his advisers to want to tear their hair out in horrified frustration but there's one thing he's determined to get right and that's his relationship with Dorian. Enter Varric and wouldn't it be great if they could get some of those examples Dorian can't seem to find on his own? Romance can't sell THAT badly. Look at Cassandra.

I have always been a weapon for someone else to wield. Hell, my name literally means weapon in Qunlat. Like I'm less of a person and more an object to be wielded, as a friend once told me. I will become the weapon I need to become. My name is Adaar, and I'm the Inquisitor. IS THAT GOOD ENOUGH FOR YOU VARRIC?

Ishan Lavellan has always been very religious, and being far from his own people doesn't stop him from revering his own gods. (Basically headcanons about Dalish religious practices disguised as fic. Chapter length varies wildly.)

You see a lock box filled with letters; they contain secrets and knowledge. You say to yourself, "No, I mustn't read those private documents!" As your hand slips into the confines of the musty, parchment-scented box. "Well...perhaps just a peek?" Letters written by some of Thedas's famous players in the style of the codex (includes mild spoilers for my own FF, 'Base Love'.)

Lady Aeducan might be back and a big hero now. She might destined for paragonhood and her indulgence may be all that keeps Rica with her son and off the streets. Still, Rica remembers what she did to Bhelen and to all of Orzammar. She'll hold her tongue as a matter of survival but she has no intention of forgiving any of it. For dwarf appreciation week on Tumblr.

Tug wasn't always the name he went by.

In a world gone mad, the once-friends of Inquisitor Yvelle Lavellan reflect on the woman who made it that way. The song begins the same, but quickly takes on a different tune -because fate may have killed the wrong sister. [Part I of Godkiller, a canon-divergence fic focusing on a very reluctant Inquisitor]

The battle against Corypheus was just the beginning. Their world is threaten once more and this time it's threaten by one they called friend. But Lavellan may just have what it takes to redeem him.

An elite guild of assassins known as the Black Wardens uncover a plot set in motion by an ancient and powerful force. As the Inquisition's war against Corypheus rages on, the Black Wardens must stand against this new threat, or all of Thedas may be lost regardless of whether or not the Inquisition succeeds.

While doing what she can to help her brother, Mel finds herself in the middle of a series of events that will shake the foundation of Thedas. And crush her heart. Takes place one year after "The Warden". I do not own the world of Dragon Age. Though that would be cool.

After the Blight, there's nothing keeping Aunn on the surface. Certainly not offers of Amaranthine and more warden duties. There's so much regret and betrayal but there's only one place she wants to be. Needs to be. It's time to return to Orzammar and see what remains for her when her House is in shambles and she may have doomed her people. For dwarf appreciation week on Tumblr.