[Currently remastering] Hawke's as much a mage as Fenris is an elf: it's complicated. Another thing they have in common is they have broken hearts. Lastly, they both share the opinion that the other is kind of annoying (this a widely held opinion). A story about coming together by being apart, about memory and meaning, and about when to shut up.

Sera might have been eager to race the Inquisitor to her chambers, but when she sees the opulence of the rooms in question, she can't help wondering how compatible she and the Inquisitor really are.

As a scout of the Nightingale, Sparrow went about her duties obediently enough: doing exactly as she was told, never to influence events by herself. She trained herself to be detached from any emotions or thoughts about her work, lest they affect her performance. But the explosion at the Temple of Sacred Ashes, and the events that follow it, make detachment a bit too difficult.

Solas pines for Evelyn Trevelyan but denies himself, even more so now that she has moved on to Iron Bull. Then, during camp, he happens upon the two in a private moment. But is it as private as he thinks? (F!Trevelyan/Iron Bull/Solas) (Revised and reposted.)

Sebastian has captured Hawke after taking the Starkhaven throne, hoping to lure out Anders to bring them both to trial for their crimes. Being held captive on a ship heading towards Starkhaven isn't exactly a vacation for Hawke, but it gives both Sebastian and him time to reflect on their past friendship before it all came crashing down. Hawke x Anders Handers

Anders has a few concerns about his Warden Commander-like how an elf learned how to use Templar abilities, and how she seems too good to be true. (Anders was a fly in her web, unaware of the spider lurking closer and closer-)

Julius Cousland barely survives Arl Howe's attack, and it's not without losing everything first, and twice. He brings together a ragged band to face down the Blight, and along the way each of them finds something to replace all that has been taken.

In 9:40 Dragon, a squad of templars leave Kirkwall on a mission to recover a group of escaped apostates.

An Inquisitor who doesn't want to be Inquisitor and a rogue and thief who will tempt your fate. What more do you need?

Azoth Surana grew up in the Denerim Alienage and he never imagined leaving it nor the people there. However, fate would force his hand first with a quest of vengeance, and then one to save the world. A world he's not entirely certain is worth saving.

A ship crashes through the tumbling waves of the Nocene Sea, beyond the northern shores of Tevinter.

Inana Lavellan can't see most things - not in the waking world, anyway. The Fade is another matter, shining like a beacon just beyond the Veil. Imagine her surprise when a "spirit" she has known in the Fade since childhood appears in the waking world as a man calling himself Solas.

Solea Hawke has been hiding all her life but now she's the center of attention and she must hide not only the truth about her parents but her abilities as a mage if she has any hope of being accepted by the people who are determined that she is the one that must save them all.

Dorian thinks that women are fine, majestic creatures, especially Elle Trevelyan above all else. Maybe in another life, or time or another world... But could he keep it that way? Female Trevelyan x Dorian / Trevelyan x Cullen / Slight Ironbull x Dorian [UNDER REVISION]

Varric reçoit une lettre.

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.

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...

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

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).

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.