The Breach is closed, the Inquisition is disbanded and the rumors of Hero of Ferelden's return is spreading. Can Vethari Tabris navigate through the trauma of her past and reignite her relationship with Zevran? Or will the sour notes of the Calling threaten to consume her as a new danger lingers and threatens to rip the very fabric of reality into pieces.

Canon takes a brick in the face by the name of Carver Hawke. Or: The "modern character in Thedas" trope done a liiiittle differently. Maker have mercy on us all. Or: I can't find a fic where the transmigrated modern figure in Thedas actually massively changes canon from DAO to DAI, so I write it myself.

What if a group of people found themselves on Thedas, but they knew little or nothing about it. How would they adapt? Would they? What if they were able to defend themselves with modern weapons, but nothing else? Would they be able to make things better or worse? Rough language, some adult situations.

Vaughan feels slighted by the king, so he goes fuck his mistress. Elissa takes without complaint.

This is my very first fanfic that I have felt brave enough to publish lol. Anyway, it is a story told from the perspective of Nevalla Lavellan but the plot twist is: She doesn't become the Inquisitor. She's just a little nobody elf who gets caught up in the whole mess like everyone else. She also has some slight AU things to do with her character, but that is for you to read about!

Short Stories FYI in this Fiction Quinari, Elves, Dwarves and Humans go through similar bodily processes.

A woman from a faraway land full of gods and monsters joins the Inquisition, hoping to start over as a simple healer. Life has other plans and she very quickly finds herself unhappily teaching the circle mages while under the watchful eye of Commander Cullen. Will she be able to reign in her outlandish ways or will Cullen be pulled into the battles of her people?

What can eight Grey Wardens, most of whom are new recruits, do against a Blight? Save the world if they have to, or go down trying. During such times they must name a new King, or two, and stop a civil war from tearing Ferelden apart. Easy, right? If you're in the habit of creating miracles. Which they must do now, before Ferelden falls to the darkness.

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.

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*

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.