Lyna Mahariel's story through the two games, with some twists. There are always moments in life in which hope fills the heart. When this fades away, how will it change someone's sense of self? There has to be a breaking point.

Ostagar goes somewhat differently than in the game. Cracktastic. This is probably why falling asleep to war movies is such a bad idea.

It was the one thought that had haunted them for months. It was a question that needed answering to bring about a twisted sense of closure. But sometimes, they realise, certain questions are better left unanswered.

Branwen is sick and feels icky and unattractive. Loghain begs to differ. Part five of the "Proverbial Branwen" series.

In the Hanged Man Audrey Hawke, Bethany, Isabella, Anders are drunk, Varric is telling stories again and there's a pub wide singalong.

Now he knew why he never really felt free after killing Danarius: he never actually escaped slavery, he'd only gotten a new master.

While staying at an inn, Hawke and Fenris enlist the help of Isabela to fulfill a fantasy, play a game, and perhaps exorcise some demons… though that could all just be an excuse. Fenris/F!Hawke, master/slave play and some bondage

"Wait what?" Alex Cousland exclaimed, her eyes shifting between her friends. "You heard us," Alistair said with a sly smile, "you and Leliana, in the closet for a round of seven minutes in Heaven." AU-modern times F!CouslandxLeliana

After Bann Esmerille's assassination attempt, the Warden-Commander stops by the infirmary to speak to Varel.

Fenris and Hawke go back farther then he remembers, but Hawke herself doesn't know who he really is. In the end, they both recall, they both remember, they both know. *Rated M for later chapters.

Fenris found himself speaking of things he'd never told anyone, and Zevran returned the trust by allowing Fenris subtle glimpses of his truth. It became a game, between the two of them, a dance between the whispers and secrets of their past.

Leaving Ostagar, even the great Ser Cauthrien has her doubts; the newly knighted Ser Howe is there to play the part of shadows, and listen. AU, set directly after the battle of Ostagar. Cauthrien/Nathaniel Howe. A gift for Iapetus.

This is a series of oneshots concerning several Warden playthroughs and pairings. Though mainly involving Alistair there will be some Zevran moments. Rated M for later chapters...

When Anders & Nate are reunited in the Deep Roads of Kirkwall after six years apart, something more than the matter of Anders' desertion from the Grey Wardens remains unresolved between them. M for slash, language and dark content. AU

"Eventually, we all left the Champion's side for one reason or another… well, all of us except for Fenris." ON HIATUS

Pomimo, że w DAO grałam wielokrotnie, to jakoś do tej pory nie pokusiłam się o romans z Zevranem. Ostatnio, w przypływie natchnienia postanowiłam nadrobić to niedopatrzenie i … muszę przyznać, że mi się podoba. Oto moja interpretacja jednej ze scen.

100 drabbles about a M!Mahariel Warden. Rated for later chapters. Expect serious things, silly things, and all in between. Rated for later chapters. Warden/Zevran will be around.

Fem!HawkexFenris. One-Shot. Hawke dwells on her relationship with Fenris, what it meant, and why he left her in the first place. Rated T for make up kisses

"When love is suppressed, hate takes its place" A look of the shared world between the Knight Commander and the First Enchanter. *Meredith/Orsino vignettes. Originally written for the Dragon Age Kink Meme*

Sometimes we don't have forever, and sometimes words aren't enough.

A short poem about the Blight

When Hawke is hit with a spell that turns her into a small child, Fenris' need to protect the woman he loves kicks in. Maybe this will be the push they both needed to get over their past.

The Chantry is gone and with it all hope of compromise. Where will Hawke stand. F!Hawke/Anders. Rated for slightly racy description may change to M possible future language or imagery.

Hawke and Orsino have a rahter amusing chat before the fight with the Arishok. Read on and you'll see what I'm talking about.

Sometimes only behind a mask does desire truly flourish.