Shortly after arriving at Skyhold, but pre-relationship. Aella wants to make cookies and Blackwall wants to help.

A quick skit I wrote while wracked with grief. Please review so I can improve my writing!

When Evelyn Trevelyan, Marian Hawke and Elissa Cousland get together for a drink, what else are they going to talk about besides their men? As I suspected, this did not remain dead. Now featuring other characters interactions over alcohol, as I think them up!

Cullen's infatuation with mages always gets him into trouble. Before Kirkwall, he met a mage he was destined to kill, but ended up sharing a more intimate... moment with. Now this mage arrives at Haven, together with Fiona. While both pretend nothing ever happened, trouble knows it will find a way to teach them better. No fluffy-puffy bunnies I am afraid. But smut and a story.

A short story about Alistair and the Warden.

Life after the blight for our favorite warden Elissa Cousland.

Half dalish, half human, Tali finds herself suddenly in the middle of the Inquisition. She never wanted to be a hero. But now she is all that stands in the way of Thedas and Chaos. She struggles with the pressures of her new position and the growing love she feels for her companions. Maybe her days of running are over.

Cole finds himself drawn to the hurt of a young girl who is struggling with battling inner demons. OC. Written in the moment so probably not perfect and I'm really not in a good place right now. One Shot

Cersei Cousland has been trying to do whatever it takes to save Ferelden. When she spares Loghain, though, it costs her one of the best friends she has ever had. Will this man, who used to be her hero, be worth that loss?

Fen'Harel arrives in Haven to repair the damage his mistakes have caused. What he finds is not what he expected.

Il fallait trente ans en moyenne pour succomber au mal de l'Enclin, avant de devenir un serviteur de cette corruption. Avant que le plus vaillant des protecteurs de Thedas ne se transforme en une goule sans esprit ni volonté. Avant de subir le même sort que Tamlen.

It has been for years since the destruction of the Kirkwall chantry and now war has been raged between the mages and templars with no end in sight. It is now down to a noble from Free Marches, a Dalish mage, a Carta dwarf and a Qunari Mercenary to bring order to a world gone mad.

Items, affections, priorities, even people can all become misplaced. So how does a modern woman cope when she finds herself in a world where magic isn't a myth and dragons really do exist? Features everyone from DA2, plus one OC. Cover: Anders artwork used with permission from Sirenne at Deviant Art. Female stock photo from Lisajen-stock at Deviant Art.

A collection of short chapters of things that I just want to write. I'll stick to one particular pairing, but I mostly just want to fill in the blanks, and build a story where I think one could be built.

DA2 sequel, Aldera Hawke/Anders series. Hawke and Anders return to Ferelden again after the dark legacies of Wardens and Hawke's family. But will war soon find them or will they deliver war to others who don't expect them? Chapter 26: The Hawkes reunite and the fighting begins in earnest.

Cards. Crew. Whiskey. Flirting. Jealousy. Just a regular game of Wicked Grace in the Herald's Rest. Warning of sexy times. One shot, but part of something more.

Lavellan attends the Exalted Council to decide the Inquisition's fate, but it's her love life under the most scrutiny when she discovers she's pregnant and the father, Solas, has disappeared. After learning the truth about Solas, Lavellan's determined to save the People at his side, but not if it means destroying Thedas. She can find another way. But will Solas listen?

Aella Adaar coping with the aftermath of Trespasser. Spoilers for Trespasser! Warning: This is unbeta-ed. I just wrote and posted. Eeep!

Beatrix never imagined her life would take such a turn. After all, she didn't even want to be at the Conclave listening to the peace talks between mages and templars. She has a terrible temper, one that has gotten her into trouble more than once. Now, people are calling her The Herald of Andraste. She struggles with her title and tries to do what she must to save the world.

It's been three years since the Inquisition learned who he was and so far their efforts against him have failed spectacularly. No longer touched by anything but his sole remaining purpose, Solas has become colder than ever before, which is of course the perfect time for Lavellan to make an appearance with a demand that slaps the ice out of the Dread Wolf's veins.

A mercenary group known as the Midnight Crows, lead by their leader Draven, makes their mark on history in Thedas. How will this group deal with the coming of the Fifth Blight, the future mage rebellion, and the coming apocalypse?

A complete, original history on a dwarf known as Ovgrim Cadash. Before he became Inquisitor, he was a man raised by a family with very strict traditions. He had to walk, talk, and act the way his father told him to. So how did he become the sweet, loving dwarf he is today? To discover this, one must travel back to his childhood. *Set years before Dragon Age Inquisition*

Halward Pavus made a mistake that shattered his life and Dorian's as well. But with war looming on the horizon and Dorian bravely taking a stand with the Inquisitor, Halward knows he must repair his relationship with his son before it is too late. But he has his own demons to wrestle with- demons that may keep them apart forever if Halward does not find the strength to defeat them.

Now I sing the tale of Alwen, / Dalish daughter, mighty hunter, / How she joined the Inquisition, / How she fought an ancient evil, / How she passed through joy and sorrow, / How she went from Pride to Wisdom. / Not the tale as EA made it, / But the tale as I would tell it.

One day she wakes up, and knows. Knows everything there is to know, or at least it feels like it. It's in her blood, in the air she breathes, it's in the slow blink of her eyes and the almost-panic running through her veins. If she could she would cry.