Knight-Captain Cullen and Champion Katherine Hawke have struggled to keep their feelings for each other hidden, but a near-tragedy finds them unable to deny them any longer.

It's just another night of drinks with friends at the Hanged Man. When things don't go exactly as Hawke planned, it's Varric to the rescue. Prequel to A Taste of Poison. F!Hawke/Anders pairing.

When Hawke clashes with the Arishok there is no choice in the matter...the Qun must be satisfied. Arishok/FemHawke

Hawke always hated storms. FemHawke/Anders

When Cullen let Hawke leave Kirkwall, he never intended to let her go. The time has come for a reckoning. F!MageHawke/Cullen

Hallo an alle meine deutschsprachigen follower. Ich hab hier ein kleines Gedicht (?), dass ich vor kurzem geschrieben habe. (Hello to all my german speaking followers. I have here a little poem(?), which i have written a short while ago.) Anyway i have now translatet it into english to gthe best of my abilities. Enjoy. it is not really inspired by DA but i was like 'oh, well.' :-)

Morrigan and Merril have a chat about Merril's goals. Takes place in a world where at some point in time Morrigan and Merril were in the same party. Written for a prompt asked on tumblr: Ultracrepidarian, The habit of giving opinions and advice on matters outside of one's knowledge, Merril and Morrigan.

Varric likes telling tales. The taller the better. Merrill likes listening. One-shot

A stranger happens upon the Warden's camp whilst Morrigan is on watch. She has an interesting tale to tell. One-shot.

A nobleman who is paying for the sins of his father, and a mage who carries the burden of a thousand years of prejudice. Both seek redemption, and both fear they will never attain it. A tale of romance set during the events of Awakening.

Surana never really wanted to be a Grey Warden. Now being thrust in to the life of one of the last isn't something to take well.

A short story written in honor of the upcoming third game. This takes place during Dragon Age: Inquisition and serves as an "appetizer" to the "main course" of the actual game.

To Kallian Surana, it seems her friend Natalia is forever getting her into trouble. This time however, things have gone a step too far into serious as both girls are dragged into an adventure beyond their wildest imagination. (FxSURANA/ZEV...FxAMELL/MORRIGAN.)

Morrigan and Leliana sitting in a tree. Literally. Femslash. Set during Dragon age Origins.

Anders disappears. Merrill disappears. Isabela remains disappeared. Is it a storm, that plucks these friends all up from Hawke's life so neatly, like chickens in a gale? Fenris disappears. By the time Pentaghast arrives in Kirkwall, Hawke too has disappeared. Character Death. Slash. m!Mahariel/Carver

Kirkwall is all but a distant memory for a fugitive apostate. Still, even as Hawke and Fenris pursue sanctuary, war follows close behind, hot on their heels. The Orlesian White Spire demands retribution, whereas the Andrastan Seekers seek Hawke to curb the violence. And for one who has dabbled in the forbidden arts, the lure of Blood Magic is ever present – lurking, always.

"Have they Catamites in Antiva?" - "But of course. Same as anywhere, I imagine." - m!surana, genfic slash.

"There are so many things I wish to tell you, but I'm afraid time is not on our side right now." A letter to Zevran. Male!Mahariel / Zevran Meant to be read after my other fic, 'Just like you'

Love. It is worth everything. It is worth lives, it is worth sacrifice, it is worth enduring obstacles, surmounting them...understanding them. When Meridian Tabris takes Leliana in her arms, all is not as it seems, and some things cannot be reciprocated in their exact, tangible form. But all experiences are valuable. F!Tabris/Leliana. First Person POV. Story Complete

"It'll be an easy run. In, out, and back." A supply run into what's left of Kirkwall goes horribly wrong, leaving Marian and Fenris trapped in a pharmacy storeroom with a city block full of walkers between them and safety.

"If your heart is cold, my sheets are warm." - Leliana

A war is coming, the fragile peace is broken. All comes crashing down and searches desperately for the only thing the warden left behind. Which side will find the secret? Will it be too late? With the ground stained with blood come and see if the world will fall or rise. Mostly first point of view.

Mages aren't the only ones to have a spirit help them. Each person, be them human, elf, or dwarf, has a virtue that represents them, and that virtue comes from that spirit. This spirit builds their good dreams, and nightmares are born of the absence of this spirit.

She knew this was the end. Before the fight ever began, this was the inevitable, irrefutable ending. -Bit of a prequel to my other Dragon Age fic 'The Blower's Daughter'.-

Three years after fleeing Kirkwall and the Qunari, with a new ship and luck on her side, Isabela returns to the City of Chains to offer the Champion and the rest of her former companions — now fugitives hunted on all sides — a way to escape. One-shot; set post-DAII.