This is the life of Vash'ki, how she fought, conquered, fell in love and came to be the most fearsome Tal-Vashoth in all of Thedas. (OCXIronBull)(Rated Mature)

Book 1 of the series, "A Crow, a Rat, and a Sparrow", by Ventisquear and ShebasDawn, Freedom's Shadow follows three outcasts in a post-Blight Ferelden who band together in a quest to find freedom. In the struggle to survive, they leave everything behind, hoping for a fresh start. But can they escape their own selves?

Cullen thought love was the last thing he needed in the midst of a war, but then he met Silvia Lavellan. Maker, she was a lovely woman. The way she smiled at him, and the fact she tried to help so many- everything about Silvia captivated him. But how in all of Thedas would the commander be able to tell her?

Marian and Alexia are twins. They were joined at the hip until Alexia decided to join the Kings army at the beginning of the Blight, leaving Marian to help the rest of the Hawke family flee to Kirkwall. This is the story of their reunion and how the deadly Hawke twins take over Kirkwall with the Band of Misfits.

Because Sandor tried to help a friend, he faced imprisonment or death – until the Grey Warden intervened on his behalf. He was alive, free of the Tower. It was enough; all he could hope for. Then he met Zevran Arainai and realized how wrong he'd been...

The Inquisitor gaped. "You said you were on your own mission." Elissa stepped back, arms crossed and looked decidedly unimpressed. "I was. But then I heard that the Temple of Sacred Ashes was destroyed, my country turned into a battleground, Redcliffe overrun by a Magister and demons pouring in from the Fade. Did you honestly think I would just sit this one out? I think not."

The Wardens of Ferelden sometimes need a little help in their trials, and that help comes on feathered wings. Griffon AU.

A oneshot of the Lavellan/Commander romance going through the events of tresspasser, with a bit of a twist on the romance. Possible bonus chapter to come.

Pretty much just Cassandra/M!Inquisitor fluff/smut...mostly smut, smutty smut.

The Hero of Fereldan finds herself in need of an inn when traveling one day and finds a crowded tavern that offers to have her share a room with a "gentleman". It turns out it's Fenris! Set during 4:20 Dragon **Bubbly Warden and harmless flirting, much friendship bruh **Experimental writing

Leliana has lost her Grey Warden lover at the hands of the Archdemon. She left Ferelden a broken woman and Divine Justinia, who offered her a renewed purpose now lays dead. The Breach has torn the Veil and demons and abominations are spewing forth into the human world- is everything lost or can Leliana find one who will save them all? Fem. Iquisitor/Leliana

One can never be certain of the path they walk, nor when it forks which is the correct one to take. To the north lies Minrathous and the song of bittersweet destiny, but what if Leto chose to go west? (A parallel-universe fic to The Tale of Fenris.) [FenrisxM!Hawke], [Past one-sided AndersxM!Hawke], [AlistairxF!Tabris], [CullenxF!Lavellan].

What would happen if romanced warden and Alistair were together when the false calling started during inquisition?

Two years after Nigel Cousland married Queen Anora, their union still has not produced an heir, threatening civil war over succession to the throne. At the same time, rumors of a plot in Orlais to reclaim Fereldan also threaten the fragile peace. But the prince-consort has a plan.

This story takes place sometime after the battle at Ostagar. All that remains of the Warden Order is Alistair Theirin and Josephine Mahariel. Leliana, Morrigan, Sten, Wynne, and Zevran have joined our ragtag group of crusaders. Zevran is flirty and sexual to his Lady Grey Warden. Alistair has also fallen for Josie. [Daish fem/Zevran romance]Dragon Age, rated M

In war, victory. In peace, vigilance. In death, sacrifice. The destiny of a Hero awaits her: and yet, she's the wrong one for the job. For her, the Grey Wardens' mission is nothing more than a ticket for freedom, vengeance and power. She will soon find out how freedom brings along responsabilities and ghosts, growing closer to her as well as her former enemy.

He was a Templar, but the fact that he left the Order isn't enough for Trevelyan to trust him on sight. A mage carries their only hope at closing the Breach and Cullen has no other choice than believing she's up for the task despite his inner fears. From distrust to love, can they learn together that the ghosts from their past doesn't define who they are?

King Alistair is run into by an old friend...

Dorian wants his drinks, but apparently there is a certain assassin that doesn't want that to happen. - (Not necessarily as simple as summary suggests, though.)

At some point whatever they had would come from the solitude of secrecy and stolen moments and the wide world was going to be watching them...Waiting...

Is there something more romantic than a cool summer night in which you share a well-deserved bottle of booze with your best friend? Probably yes, but a tipsy mind has an own view on how to rate circumstances. Fluffy, romantic, yet canon-friendly One Shot about the Lady Seeker and the Commander of the Inquisition. T rated for excessive alcohol consume.

Three years after allowing Marian Hawke to escape Kirkwall, a disgraced Cullen is sent on a desperate quest to find her. Can he earn her trust in time to regain what he's lost and finally redeem them all for the role they played in igniting the mage-templar war? Set in 9:40, after the events of DA2 and Asunder, now slightly AU to DA:I. Now rated M.

Inquisitor Lavellan wants to learn everything Commander Cullen can teach her. Rated M for future content.

After the Fifth Blight ended, Iliana finds herself wandering through the Free Marches with no goal or destination in place. Crossing paths with an elf creates some sort of connection, and in parting pathways with him after lending him a hand, she finds herself in Kirkwall and finding things are far different there than back in her homeland of Rivain. Takes place during DA2.

It seemed as if fate had granted them a love of discord. Both souls patched together were shaky spells and stitches. Marks hidden, battles public. Thedas was a land steeped in strife. More thoughts to ponder on later. Her time here was quickly drawing to an end. The mouth on the swell of her breast, lean body near seconds before beside her, now above.