Spring in Amaranthine is cold, damp, and miserable, but it's better than a stone cell. Serving the Wardens is not like serving Ferelden, but it's a start. Post-Awakening, hints of Nathaniel/Cauthrien.

As the son of a teyrn, Corin Cousland can afford a very expensive hobby. And it gets him into trouble. A glimpse of his life before DAO. Rated M for strong language.

Now that they've gotten past the memories of his past that still haunted Zevran, there's some more concrete problems from his past about to intrude on him and Owen. Rated M for occasional smutty bits. An Arren & Co. story.

Post-Blight/Awakening stories in the Amaranth universe, sorted into their own story for ease of organization. There are all related, but will often be posted out of order.

DAWC challenge response. That piece of papyrus isn't nearly as blank as it first seems... In which Amell tries to hold on to a piece of an old friend.

Alistair finds something interesting in the Deep Roads; the contents of which are just disturbing enough to send him over the edge. DAWC writing challenge.

Response to a DAWC prompt - "Write a story about one of the many random pieces of... stuff... you pick up in the world." Where do the tattered trousers in Kirkwall come from? Rated M for a smutty beginning.

After an argument with the spirit within, Anders grabs his Antivan brandy and goes for a walk through Kirkwall. An unexpected encounter with an unexpected partner ensues. Written for two Cheeky Monkeys challenges. Mind bleach highly recommended.

The story of Madea, a young, orphaned apostate with some trust issues. She has only ever known how to hide her magic and not use it. She has had dreams of a perfect life, but the reality turns out much different. Rated 'M' for later chapters.

After the destruction of the Chantry, Anders was sure he was as good as dead. But even as he lay dying, abandoned by Hawke, he quickly realizes that his help with the Mage's plight is far from over. Learning that he and Justice are not as bound as he firs

Hawke has never been easy on the ones she loves, Anders is no exception. Major DAII spoilers. f!Hawke/Anders.

Written for a DAWC challenge - "Write about one of the many random pieces of... stuff... you pick up in the world."

Cailan musings prior to the Battle of Ostagar. Ties into 'Layman's Terms'. ONE-SHOT

Isabela's stuck in the doldrums at sea, and finds a novel means to beating back her ...frustration.

Follow Catherine Amell as she journeys through Ferelden, fighting darkspawn and falling for a certain red-headed bard. Fem!Amell/Leliana

Completely AU: The Descendents of the DAO/Awakenings and DA2 have lived on; living in our world and present day and age. They are now simply known as "The Order", protecting mankind from the Darkspawn threat; but is that the only threat continuing?

Hawke entrusted Varric with an important secret before she died. FemHawke/Fenris.

What if Marian Hawke had been the younger sibling of the three? With only a lone warrior to protect her and a power she cannot understand, let alone control, can she truly survive to become the champion Kirkwall needs her to be? AU, Femslash.

In a Fereldan winter, guilt brings them together. Ser Cauthrien/Mhairi.

Push a man far enough, and he becomes capable of anything. See what happens when the Champion of Kirkwall gets pushed over the line, and learn what happens at the beginning of the end of Thedas as we know it. M for violence/language/stuff.

It was the first time in a long time he'd felt something besides anger, something undefinable rising up within him whenever she smiled. Hawke, through the eyes of a wolf. Hawke/Fenris, M rated.

Anders likes Douglas Hawke, Douglas like Anders but somehow the signals are getting crossed. M!Hawke/Anders

Mauve, a woman whose eyes bring into light a tortured past. Thread through the infested lands of thedas searching for the man that took away everything she held dear, and twisted them to better fit his selfish cause. During a stay on kirkwall, her fate gets unexpectedly tangled with that of a certain man, a leader of a band of misfits in kirkwall.

Dresses with ruffles. Frilly silk tresses. Jewel-encrusted tiaras. And the dynamic duo of Alistair and the Lady Amell dodging drunken, foppish Ferelden nobles. The perils of high society chronicled here for your perusal.

Written off of a contest prompt from deviantART. All Hallow's Eve is fast approaching and Alistair is uncommonly distant the closer the impending festivities draw. What does he have up his sleeve?