A modern woman in Thedas Fic. This story is about a 24 year old woman named Hallie. She gets thrown into Thedas with her memory of how and why wiped clean. She learns she has a unique set of abilities and spends her first year in Thedas with a Dalish clan wandering the Free Marches. But, in a quick turn of events, she is forced into survival mode and on the run to any safe place.

The Blight ravages the land & the people of Ferelden are embroiled in a civil war. Death and destruction are found around every corner. Two mages from Kinloch Hold and an elf from the Denerim Alienage unite to stop the Blight alongside the fabled Grey Wardens, Alistair and Daveth. These unlikely heroes have more battles to win than just the war against the Darkspawn though. A/U****

Beowulf is the last of his kind. The last of his order. Preserved from a bygone age only whispered of in the oldest parts of the fade. He was saved using long lost magic and then found by venatori. Now he belongs to the inquisition. Ready to bare his teeth at those who would devour the world and plunge his sword deep in the chest of the dark magister. But what then?

Quelques OS se rapportant à ma fic Le Loup qui hurlait à la Lune, ou, l'histoire incroyable qui unit un fier apostat Elfe et une belle Dalatienne dont la sagesse transcendait les âges.

"The healer has the bloodiest hands. You cannot treat a wound without knowing how deep it goes. You cannot heal pain by hiding it. You must accept. Accept the blood to make things better." Mysteries unravel yet the past further tangles as Solas learns the true cost of one impulsive kiss. A fang. A feather. An arrow. A song. Can they bring it all together before it's too late?

One month after the coronation Amell found herself knocking on a door she didn't expected ever to return. A promise was a promise. Also posted in AO3 Part 2 of The Amell Chronicles

Opowieść o mojej Bohaterce Fereldenu, od samego początku.

Solas paints. The Inquisitor distracts.

Oh yes...that moment she was sobered enough to become the responsible Hawke. The Hawke that saved random apostates and templars and peasants and the whole fucking Maker-forsaken city. So of course she had to save the sad, silly, drunken Ferelden that she had somehow, inexplicably, fallen in love with.

Since the Blight, things hadn't gone the way Cousland had planned them. Between Alistair's requests for her presence in Denerim, the dealings of Amaranthine, and the title of Warden Commander being placed on her shoulders, little time was left to follow up after a certain assassin, but after slavers hit port with an old friend's brother in tow, a new crisis and old secret arise.

What if the Inquisitor hated being the savior just as much as Hawke hated being the champion? [m/m implied]

This is Dain Mahariel story. We begin his tale in the Brecillian Forest on the day his life would change forever

Warden Amell wan't a jealous woman, honestly she wasn't but listening to Alistar giggle back to some ladies made her blood boil. One-Shot, also posted on AO3 Part 1 of The Amell Chronicles

It was a stroke of luck when Samson managed to capture the Inquisitor, but she's proving to be a more difficult prisoner to control than he had thought. Fortunately, he knows her weakness and exactly how to exploit it - and how to turn it to his own advantage at the same time. But who is really controlling who?

Alexi and Morrigan's lives have been, well, complicated. She loves her witch, but her witch hates her. The only thing they appear to have in common is their mutual hate of Flemeth. What is to become of their lives once freed from Flemeth's clutches.

A quick little one-shot of inside Ander's head. He dreams of Warden Commander Tabris. Its not long, kind of just an idea I've had for awhile.

Isabelle Trevelyan thinks that it's her duty as a mage to attend the Conclave. Katherine Trevelyan thinks that it's her duty to do what's best for herself and those she cares about. When Katherine heads to the Conclave to try and reach her sister, they stumble upon a plot that runs far deeper than either of them could imagine. OC / OC ; OC / Cullen

A clandestine meeting in the heart of Tevinter. (Post Trespasser: The Inquisition is now a peacekeeping organization for the new Divine)

the final battle is over and Solas walks through the great hall of skyhold, looking for his greatest foes and greatest love. what will he find and how will his heart react to seeing him again after this long war. angst with a happy ending of sorts.

Ulrich has strong feelings for the shy templar recruit. But will Cullen ever return those feelings for a man?

Strange events are happening in the Deep Roads, new and powerful demons started appearing to give even non-mages too life-like dreams. (Better summery inside.))

They found her wandering the Fallow Marsh crying and muttering in a "nonsense language". They found she had magic and they packed her off to the Circle. There she made a decision. She would rip down the world she found so much more hateful first hand. She'd let the Dread Wolf eat them all and she would laugh. Modern Girl in Thedas, OC-Insert, Goes from Origins to Inquisition

This is a tiny Dom/sub fic that I used to try to get the ball rolling in my head again. Masochism Dom/sub. You've been warned.

Killion has joined the Inquisition. As a former Mage slave, she sets out to free the Mages. But having to do so she finds herself having to work with one, General Cullen. Asthey draw close Killion feels the strain on there relationship because of there backgrounds. Then comes a southern mage who entices Killion, there likeness make them draw close which forms a deadlylove triangl

Some post-Trespasser angst.