Contents of this fic: 1 Zevran: smooth as all-get-out, miserable, and totally unused to kindness. 1 Rhodri: appallingly awkward, embarrassingly kind, laughs at own jokes. Mix the two gently and carefully until combined, and point and laugh/despair (delete as applicable) at their boundless foolishness for added flavour.

Akasha is sixteen years old when she dies unexpectedly. What happens next is some things good, most things terrible, but she's alive. She's alive, and she knows where she is, and she knows that her sister is out there somewhere, waiting for her. So she plots, and she steals, she scrapes by, takes what she can get, and she waits. She will find Amaryllis. She knows it.

Amaryllis is nine years old when she dies, or at least, she thinks she has. Until the next moment, when she opens her eyes and realizes she's lying on the forest floor, naked. Not knowing what to do or where she is, she walks, hoping to find someone who can help her, when she stumbles upon these people with big, strange colored eyes, and ears like she has never seen before.

Lavellan wasn't the type to idly accept her fate. If she were, Solas wouldn't have fallen in love with her. He should have known better. He abandoned her and said goodbye. Yet he selfishly lingers in the shadows of her dreams. In her frustration, Lavellan resorts to dirtier tactics to draw him from hiding. Rated M for sexual content. Spoilers; Post Trespasser.

The Couslands revere duty. After leaving her home, Ariadne Cousland is forced to join the legendary Grey Wardens. Her new duty is to defend Ferelden from the Blight, but her thoughts lie elsewhere, consumed by hatred, not furious like fire but cold like winter. On a journey that will determine the fate of Thedas, Aria will have to balance duty and her quest for vengeance...

This is my idea if our Inquisitor was part of the old Elvhen Empire, and like Solas, Mythal and the Fake Gods, survived Fen'Harel's Veil. Ih'tal is Mythal's sister who has been in deep sleep for centuries after Fen'Harel destroyed the world with The Veil and separating the Fade.

I am adopting this story and continuing where my brother left off when he died of covid last year. Please forgive any lack in quality, this is my first attempt at writing. Reviews are appreciated, I want to know what everytone think and what I could stand to improve on. Edit; I fixed the spelling and grammar errors in the newest chapter

A novelized version of DA:I centering around the love story of Meira Neria Lavellan, formerly of Kinloch Hold, and Cullen Stanton Rutherford, Commander of the Inquisition's Forces. In a world determined to keep them broken and apart, they fight to be together. Cameos, blushes, stammering and fluff abound. *Updates Weekly*

Fenris's life upends itself when he finds a wounded fugitive in an alley, after slavers attack him on the way home from the Hanged Man. With no money, no knowledge of Common and the barest understanding of Tevene, it becomes clear the only one in Kirkwall that could help her is him. A tale of love, betrayal and vengeance with court intrigue and magic. Story updated every month.

A mystery summons the Inquisitor to Suledin Keep, but disaster strikes, leaving Solas and Ellana separated from the the group. As they search for a way back, they find the greatest threat isn't enemy or injury, but something stranger. Things grow complicated as they close in on the source of their compulsion, and struggle to keep clear heads long enough to escape.

The marriage between Queen Anora Theirin and Prince-Consort Aedan Cousland was of a political nature rather than romantic. Now they must learn to live together and discover for themselves what their new relationship means. (Male Cousland x Anora).

After being captured by the Inquisition, the Venatori mage Cassius Terro was given a simple sentence: Return home. An upstart Praeteri adopted into a fading Altus family, Cassius had already risen high for his low birth. But with the Imperium divided into factions after the rise of the Elder One, he finds tangled in a precarious web - bound by his loyalties, duties and promises.

A collection of unrelated one-shots that will span all installments of the Dragon Age game, past and future. To be updated whenever the muse is a melancholic mood, or wants something darker. Re-edited, re-worked, and reposted. Step right inside, and don't forget your tissues. Various pairings, angst, tragedy and hurt. Rating is for character deaths and general unpleasant feels.

C'était le milieu de l'hiver lorsqu'une petite calèche s'arrêta devant les portes de Highever. Le ciel était gris, très couvert, et la neige avait commencé à tomber doucement, comme Serra s'en souvenait.

Varric knew when the sky opened that he would have a new book to write - only, in choosing his Herald, the Maker has decided to prove he has a sense of humor after all. Anders hardly expected to survive the Conclave, much less wake up with a glowing mark on his hand, but he's used to making the best of a hopeless situation. He just has to survive the Inquisition first.

[500 years Post-DAI] Five centuries after the Veil war. Solas seeks his estranged beloved, hoping to find the last living heir of Mythal before all is lost.

Zevran finds the Warden still awake after their trip to the Deep Roads.

Hawke has travelled to Skyhoid for reasons that are not exactly clear, not even to herself. One thing that stands out, however, is that irksome voice that's pestering her and she can't get rid of. As expected Fenris isn't pleased at all. [F!Hawke/Fenris] [Evelyn/Cullen] Varric, Dorian and many other characters.

Will she tell him who she really is? And what she knows about him? He hasn't earned it. Will she try to change his mind? Why bother. He won't. Will she try to survive this? Fix what she can? Will she lie, trick and steal to get back to the people who love her? Yes, she will. However she has to.

"...not all mirrors lead back to our world. The ancients were nothing if not resourceful." -Morrigan...Enter a modern, post-apocalyptic Thedas. One still reeling from the aftershocks of a decades-long blight. Entire nations have been lost. The now leaderless darkspawn act more like mindless zombies. Eluvians appear...in the back of a Penske?

"Lekelenmiş Eski Tanrı'nın çağrısında bizlere katılın kardeşlerim. Bizlere uyumadan nöbet tuttuğumuz gölgelerde katılın. Tahammül edilemez acılarla yerine getirdiğimiz asla bitmeyecek görevimizde bize katılın. Şayet bu şanlı yolumuzda bizlere eşlik ederken düşerseniz, fedakarlığınızın asla unutulmayacağına ve bir gün Yaratıcı'nın yanındaki sizlerin arasına katılacağımızı emin olun"

Torn from the safety of her Circle, Bridget Trevelyan must learn how to live in an unfamiliar world that is hostile to the power she carries; drawn back into a world he thought he had left behind, Blackwall must learn to live the lie he has chosen even as he hides from the past that still haunts him.

Quite apart from being in a fantasy world - this is not how this was meant to go. There's a brand on her head now. Question is, when your emotions are gone and you're a being of pure rationality and logic - what decisions do you make? Yeah, they're so, so lucky she used to live in a world built on science, logic and reasoning.

He couldn't bring himself to be there to actually see her off, so he sends her the song. She listens to it on the road, already having second thoughts about leaving. The song solidifies the second thoughts, making her turn around. She surprises him by showing up at his door, saying that what they have is more important.

Bull's had a lot of names. His first one was just numbers, so it's safe to say Bull has issues knowing what persona and name is really his. Perhaps Inquisitor Samahl Lavellan will see what persona hides behind all the names. But if Iron Bull must seduce Samahl to help save the world, he will, no matter what persona of Bull is real. (Features a healthy and consensual relationship.)