After the Siege of Adamant, Josephine believes it is the right time to throw a ball, to get everyone's minds off the harrowing experience. Though Herah believe's its just her looking for a reason to hold one. Herah struggles with the choices she has made and strides to comfort those hurting only in the end needing her own comfort as she breaks. One-Shot. Story better than Summary!

Sometimes Fenris over thought the simplest of things. A gift exchange fic.

A slightly different take on the Modern Girl in Thedas story

When the Divine called for the Conclave to end the Mage/Templar war, no one expected things to fall perfectly into place, but the sky tearing open and spitting demons every which way was a bit much. Add to that that the only survivor is a no-name woodlands apostate who, by all accounts, shouldn't have even been present. Truly, the odds are against the newly formed Inquisition.

Having resigned herself to a 9 to 5 until retirement (until death), Tala's routine is disrupted when she gets dropped into a universe without a clue and a very short amount of time to come to grips with; but even with the constant threat of mortal danger, she begins to find that she's never felt more alive.

A collection of prompts, one-shots, drabbles ranging from 300 words to thousands. This is for practice, mainly, and to receive constructive criticism. Main pairings: Cullen/Female Inquisitor, Solas/Lavellan, Dorian/Iron Bull

The templars locked Chantal Amell in a tower when she was six years old. She wasn't even eighteen when she was offered a choice between freedom and punishment. Unfortunately, freedom came with the blight. Her new friend Alistair promised to help her learn everything she needed to know about life outside the tower. These are all the wardens lessons collected in short drabbles.

Meeting Inquisitor Ameridan forces Leas to consider what his place in history will be after he's gone. Dorian, meanwhile, is more worried about the fact that Leas got thrown off two cliffs by a Hakkonite bruiser—and that, as a dreamer, he'll be in screaming agony when he meets the Avvar dragon.

Après les événements de Kirkwall, Hawke et Anders sont contraints de fuir la cité ravagée. Ce récit explore les conséquences des actions d'Anders dans Thédas et donne aussi bien la parole à nos héros qu'à leurs compagnons ou à d'autres personnages du jeu. Il n'est pas toujours marrant (mais l'est souvent, du moins je l'espère ;) #yaoi #sexe #DA2 #DAI

Bitwa pod Ostagarem zakończyła się porażką. Plaga rozpoczęła się. Śmierć otwiera swe ramiona na każdego kogo napotka. Ostatnia zapora została złamana i nikt nie mógł powstrzymać rozprzestrzeniającego się chaosu. Czy na pewno? Elizabeth Cousland wydobyła jedyną iskrę życia z usianej śmiercią pola przegranej bitwy. Król Cailan przeżył. To była ich ostatnia nadzieja.

The chantry is destroyed, Kirkwall is in shambles, and the Rebellion has began. Sebastian is about to turn away from the people he wanted to help in a moment of selfish weakness but is stopped by a ghost from the past. Will this change his life or will things only get more complicated?

Cullen knew not to gauge the passing of time by the setting sun - which could not be seen in the vermilion sky - but by torn flesh as it rotted away from yellowed bones. It had been a year since the Herald had disappeared, never to be seen again. Big thanks to pinksundays on AO3 for her tremendous help.

In the end, she's alive, and he's dead. In the end, she's standing in a burning field of her own making, surrounded by the dead bodies of comrades and enemies alike. In the end… she's left alone with corpses and a dying brother in a field of fire and blood, with a victory that feels like loss and a triumph that feels like sorrow and grief.

Blackwall and the Inquisitor have a little heart to heart moment.

Lyrena Mahariel and her companions are trapped in the fade, she could not get out of her dream on her own, she didn't know if she wanted to. Here, she was happy...

The party happens upon an inn, keen on having a warm meal and a good night's rest before hitting the road again, until the Warden spots a few men she finds uncomfortably familiar in the inn's tavern.

Cadash never questioned her place in the Carta, until she came to the Inquisition. Suddenly, she's not so sure she likes who she's become.

After escaping the Fade at Adamant, Lavellan seeks to address Solas' greatest fear.

Sequel to the Viscount's Mistress, Post-Trespasser Fen'Harel has been searching for twenty years to find the power he needs to break the veil open. If he'd have known it was in the Free Marches all along, he'd have razed the cities to the ground to find it. When the Former Inquisitor disappears, it's up to the next generation to become part of the story and stop the Dread Wolf.

His hands are on skin, but mine are chained. His mouth touches everywhere, but we aren't allowed to kiss. His eyes are so intense, but we aren't allowed to feel. We have rules after all.

In a Kirkwall that has not yet seen the birth of its Champion, the lives of three families are intertwined: Hawke, Trevelyan and Lavellan.

He thought he would never see her again, but the Maker had other plans.

The Inquisition has won, and Commander Cullen has to make some difficult decisions regarding his future happiness. Namely, he has to tell the Inquisitor he's in love with someone else.

Ce regard, ce sourire, … Les yeux ambre de Hawke étaient illuminés d'une lueur de malice mêlée à une pointe de lubricité qu'il n'avait jamais vu aussi présente jusqu'à cet instant. Cela ne présageait rien de bon… (Ficlet écrit dans le cadre de La nuit du FoF)

Sequel to Circle Mage. When Solas realizes his former lover, Rosa, is the sole survivor of the Conclave, he joins the Inquisition to protect her. It's a risky move because Rosa knows too much. She knows he's an ancient elf & she knows about the orb. She could uncover everything, and his identity as Fen'Harel isn't the only secret he must keep. Her family's blood is on his hands.