Having resigned herself to a 9 to 5 until retirement (until death), Tala's routine is disrupted when she gets dropped into a universe without a clue and a very short amount of time to come to grips with; but even with the constant threat of mortal danger, she begins to find that she's never felt more alive.

A collection of prompts, one-shots, drabbles ranging from 300 words to thousands. This is for practice, mainly, and to receive constructive criticism. Main pairings: Cullen/Female Inquisitor, Solas/Lavellan, Dorian/Iron Bull

The templars locked Chantal Amell in a tower when she was six years old. She wasn't even eighteen when she was offered a choice between freedom and punishment. Unfortunately, freedom came with the blight. Her new friend Alistair promised to help her learn everything she needed to know about life outside the tower. These are all the wardens lessons collected in short drabbles.

Après les événements de Kirkwall, Hawke et Anders sont contraints de fuir la cité ravagée. Ce récit explore les conséquences des actions d'Anders dans Thédas et donne aussi bien la parole à nos héros qu'à leurs compagnons ou à d'autres personnages du jeu. Il n'est pas toujours marrant (mais l'est souvent, du moins je l'espère ;) #yaoi #sexe #DA2 #DAI

Bitwa pod Ostagarem zakończyła się porażką. Plaga rozpoczęła się. Śmierć otwiera swe ramiona na każdego kogo napotka. Ostatnia zapora została złamana i nikt nie mógł powstrzymać rozprzestrzeniającego się chaosu. Czy na pewno? Elizabeth Cousland wydobyła jedyną iskrę życia z usianej śmiercią pola przegranej bitwy. Król Cailan przeżył. To była ich ostatnia nadzieja.

The chantry is destroyed, Kirkwall is in shambles, and the Rebellion has began. Sebastian is about to turn away from the people he wanted to help in a moment of selfish weakness but is stopped by a ghost from the past. Will this change his life or will things only get more complicated?

Cullen knew not to gauge the passing of time by the setting sun - which could not be seen in the vermilion sky - but by torn flesh as it rotted away from yellowed bones. It had been a year since the Herald had disappeared, never to be seen again. Big thanks to pinksundays on AO3 for her tremendous help.

In the end, she's alive, and he's dead. In the end, she's standing in a burning field of her own making, surrounded by the dead bodies of comrades and enemies alike. In the end… she's left alone with corpses and a dying brother in a field of fire and blood, with a victory that feels like loss and a triumph that feels like sorrow and grief.

Blackwall and the Inquisitor have a little heart to heart moment.

Lyrena Mahariel and her companions are trapped in the fade, she could not get out of her dream on her own, she didn't know if she wanted to. Here, she was happy...

The party happens upon an inn, keen on having a warm meal and a good night's rest before hitting the road again, until the Warden spots a few men she finds uncomfortably familiar in the inn's tavern.

Sequel to the Viscount's Mistress, Post-Trespasser Fen'Harel has been searching for twenty years to find the power he needs to break the veil open. If he'd have known it was in the Free Marches all along, he'd have razed the cities to the ground to find it. When the Former Inquisitor disappears, it's up to the next generation to become part of the story and stop the Dread Wolf.

His hands are on skin, but mine are chained. His mouth touches everywhere, but we aren't allowed to kiss. His eyes are so intense, but we aren't allowed to feel. We have rules after all.

In a Kirkwall that has not yet seen the birth of its Champion, the lives of three families are intertwined: Hawke, Trevelyan and Lavellan.

He thought he would never see her again, but the Maker had other plans.

The Inquisition has won, and Commander Cullen has to make some difficult decisions regarding his future happiness. Namely, he has to tell the Inquisitor he's in love with someone else.

Ce regard, ce sourire, … Les yeux ambre de Hawke étaient illuminés d'une lueur de malice mêlée à une pointe de lubricité qu'il n'avait jamais vu aussi présente jusqu'à cet instant. Cela ne présageait rien de bon… (Ficlet écrit dans le cadre de La nuit du FoF)

Sequel to Circle Mage. When Solas realizes his former lover, Rosa, is the sole survivor of the Conclave, he joins the Inquisition to protect her. It's a risky move because Rosa knows too much. She knows he's an ancient elf & she knows about the orb. She could uncover everything, and his identity as Fen'Harel isn't the only secret he must keep. Her family's blood is on his hands.

He was one of the premier men's figure skaters in the world before he disappeared from the professional scene, leaving only a mystery behind. She and her pairs partner were rising national stars until rink-side sabotage left her so injured she'd never skate again. Three years later, chance and opportunity drag them both back into that world...whether they want it or not.

The Blight is over and Ferelden is rebuilding. As Jenra tries to rebuild the Grey Wardens, a new evil rears its head! CHAPTER 48 is now up!

Pages of journal entries are commonly found in the fade, here one is combined with the story, the pieces fit together to fill in the gaps. An accounting of a mage's last moments the night the Circle of Ferelden fell to abominations. ((A one-shot what-if))

This is a reviewed edition of the previous DAII I was working on. What would happen if Hawke and Fenris knew each other before Kirkwall? Would they recognise each other? Would tricks be played on their subconscious? What exactly does Fenris remember after that special night?

A series of Letters from Fen'Harel/Solas to various members of the Inquisition (and yes my Lavellan is pregnant with Fen'Harel/Solas' child) and their replies Rated T for occasional swearing Will try to update weekly

Valo-Kas M.C. is not a 1% motorcycle club. The security work that they do is above board, legal and licensed, squeaky f*cking clean. What their clients get up to, however, is none of their business. And their strict "look the other way, ask no questions" policy is what keeps them in business. That is until a new Tevinter client puts the MC in federal cross hairs.

Paperwork is the worst thing ever invented according to Trev. But when a routine expedition to the Hinterlands, to break the tedium of paperworks turns sour, she revises that sentiment. Dragons. Dragons are the worst thing ever created by the Maker.