As the Inquisitor, Theo Trevelyan is a larger than life symbol to those who don't know him. But he's also capable of being just a normal guy, and hanging out with Harding and her scouts-so long as they don't realize exactly who he is. Maybe they the morale boost, and maybe he needs to just be one of the guys for one night. Gift fic for FenZev and the 300th review on 'Fumbling'.

Senior Warden Isethari Mahariel has joined the Ansburg Grey Wardens. And while out on a scouting trip into the Deep Roads with Carver Hawke, one of her curious habits becomes rather noticeable.

The contents of a letter addressed to Fenris cause him to remember how it really feels to be alone. Oneshot.

Josephine Montilyet attends one of Lady Trevelyan's summer balls as a young woman meeting Maxwell. They have a fling and meet up again after the explosion at the Conclave. Josephine/M!Inquisitor fic. WIP. It's coming along. I have it plotted out. Let me know if you're enjoying it. Now Finished.

Cullen is plagued by uncertainty.

Cullen lends a hand.

The Cullenlingus drabble!

Cullen and Trevelyan play.

The ongoing story of Tonan Theirin as he rules the land of Ferelden while trying to prepare his kingdom for a future blight. Not only will he forced to deal with the political intrigues of his own kingdom but that of Orlais as well. (OC as king Anora as queen and Cailan as a prince)

My first ever fanfiction, set in the Dragon Age saga. It tells the Inquisitor's homecoming after the final battle. Fluff all the way. f!Trevelyan x Cullen Oneshot for now. Hopefully no typos. I don't own anything, I'm just playing with Bioware's toys. I appreciate reviews and all, but be gentle on the rookie, ok?

In a moment of catharsis, Solas comforts Inquisitor Avalon in the waters at the Ancient Baths in the Exalted Plains.

Using the bath house seemed like such a good idea at the time... until someone nicked all the bloody towels along with her clothes and equipment.

Ultimate power demands not only a responsibility to act, but a sacrifice of yourself.

The Conclave had caught everyone by surprise, a surprise resulting in the death of the Divine. The Inquisition won't stand for such acts again. So their spymaster enlists the help of someone who may be able to see these things coming, before they happen. Please R&R!

Modern college AU where hot new assistant professor Cullen Rutherford's mentorship of rising star Solona Amell is complicated by his growing attraction to her and the resulting political fallout. (Yes, inspired by the song of the same name)

'But really, in what sort of distorted portion of the Fade would Fenris allow the scene they stumbled upon happen- while alive? The only sensible explanation was that he was dead, right? It had to be. Well, then, why was Fenris breathing? And why was he furiously mouthing the word 'Help? The world made no sense anymore.'- Fenris, Justice, a sealed room, read on your own risk.

An idea offhandedly thrown by Mahanon leaves Solas sputtering.

Pre–Inquisition. Mahanon was banned from his clan for being an abomination and he has the tattoo on his face to prove it. Thirty years later, he travels alone all over Thedas, unexpectedly meeting the people he would soon meet again in the coming months.

This is a one-off based on the following tumblr prompt: How about Varric and Blackwall trying to get Human!Cole into eating? (Anonymous) (you can find me on tumblr as songsforclem) PS: Sorry for the lamest title ever for this fic...I couldn't think of anything witty.

An AU where the characters of Dragon Age Origins & Inquisition are working at a cafe/entertainment business with a theme based on the Dragon Age world. Just a fun fic and not to be taken too seriously. (Oh man, what have I created.)

What if the Herald of Andraste was a young Dalish child? This fic contains reluctant parenting and stuff.

The Inquisitor returns to Skyhold, unknowingly in time to aid someone close to her. (I have not written for quite some time so I thought I'd start off again with something small.)

Mara and Leliana go on a date to relieve Leliana's stress from being Spymaster.

'Her eyes snapped open. For a moment, she was blind, mind so full of white snow and red blood and dull, empty blue she couldn't see what was in front of her. Even as the dream-haze lifted, it left in its wake only darkness. Then glowing coals from the supper fire sketched torso, arms, hands, holding her upright. Shame burned in her gut at being caught in her fear. "N-Nathaniel."'

The Hissrad had tasked him with making sure she didn't burn out or get herself killed. He could protect her and her companions with or without her cognizance, but the other half of the equation...she would need to approach him for. Lady Inquisitor/Iron Bull. Rated for naughtiness.