Finding love in the Deep Roads has its rocky footings :P Architectxgreywardenmage not commander ...set after the events in Awakening

Lady Cousland, managing the Grey Warden interest in Amaranthine, is filling her spare time writing a history of her early years. She wasn't quite the sheltered princess everyone seems to think.

Alistair & Elissa have ruled Ferelden for the passed three years when a most unexpected visitor arrives in Denerim. Oneshot for a friend. Pretty much lemon. ; Please R&R!

The life of a mage who isn't conscripted. From being ripped from her family, to the taking of the tower, beyond. Non-Grey Warden Mage. Some romance later on! Rating may change.

The talons of the Crows are far reaching.. Can Zevran and his lover Iain finally escape them?

It is four years since the Blight ended. Alistair rules with Anora and Saoirse, his companion, leads the Grey Wardens. Their paths have not crossed since his corronation, but that's about to change when Saoirse returns to Denerim with a small child in tow

My interpretation of Zevran's betrayal of the party. 1 shot

Alistair's journey into the Deeproads. One-shot. By request. The version I put up before was a rough draft, and I am so, so sorry. I hereby vow to be more careful and it'll never happen again.

The Blight was over, the Mother was dead and the Grey Wardens on their way to recovery, but for those born to duty, it will never be done. Decisions made in battle will haunt both the king and his Cousland wife. Alistair/FCousland/Nathaniel

One year after the fact, Neria Surana finally starts to come to terms with Alistair's death. A little help is needed. A one shot. M for a reason...for a change.

When Selianne Amell, mage of the circle and princess of a land long thought legend, meets Alistair Theirin, they will bring a whole new meaning to the phrase "Love is eternal". rated m for lemons in later chapters

One young warden, given a second chance to grasp the freedom he never knew. Follow, as he sees life through a new set of eyes and discovers just what he had been missing.

Missing splintmail? Frightened Templars being visited by naked dwarves? Moldy cheese? Smelly Antivan boots? What else can it all be but the start of a prank war! Just a couple of short ficlets done for the 1k fiesta at SiB. Enjoy!

My take and re-imagining on the main storyline of Dragon Age Origins

Cullen, the royal gardener, discovers something new in the rosebushes. WWB "spin-off".

Takes place during the Darkspawn Chronicles AU. Zevran seeks refuge in the Alienage.

Wisteria dares to return to Ferelden and is summoned to court. A hero, yes, but one the Queen bitterly hates and would destroy. So why does the Queen want to marry Fergus? Cousland/Zevran/Anders

Introduction: It has been six months since Ferelden’s triumph over the Blight, and the new king-consort to Queen Anora, Aldanon Cousland goes to Orlais to settle politics with Celene. But an old enemy lurks in the shadows; and a dear friend is in peril

The Awakening crew want to know how their Commander defeated the Blight. A few tall tales are told and everyone is thoroughly confused. Fun for all!

Following Neria, through her journey, from the fade... to the final battle.

The human noble lost everything shortly before becoming a Warden. Now, on her way to Howe's estate, will she be willing to risk her friends in an attempt for revenge or try to spare them? Even little white lies have a habit on turning on someone.

When all there is left, is the desperation of holding on to the ruins of what they once were. King Alistair/fCousland or any other origin really . Oneshot.

Zevran surprises the Grey Warden Elf Mage, Yȗven by doing the unthinkable when they first set up camp together…

The time has come for the two grey wardens to descend into the Deep Roads. Ava Mahariel feels reality slipping into the past as she tries to forgive her one true love at last for leaving her all those years ago to become king. Mahariel/Alistair

DAO. .Warden x Alistair. As humans, we are flawed. But together, maybe our imperfections cancel out. We're not wholly perfect, or irrevocably evil. We are middle ground. We are grey.