He knew from the first moment he saw her, that she was destined to rule the kingdom. And though future events would force them apart, their passionate affair of years passed would continue to color their world until the tragic end. *Cousland/Loghain*

A tiny little fic about my Mage and her templar Cullen.

Just an addition/change in the prologue for a human noblewomen and the romance option with Iona. Rated M for much the same reasons as the game but with more lemon.

Angsty/sad one-shot, serving as a prequel to a possible Fem!Cousland/Teagan fic. Takes place at the "celebration" end-game. Dedicated to Zachary S. Born in April 2009, and taken by God Dec 11 2009. Seems apropos.

One shot sequel to Victim of Choice. Thirty years after the defeat of the Archdemon, Alistair must make his own journey to the Deep Roads.

A commen elf is pulled into the nightmare of the blight. The question is can she let go of the past to face the darkspawn or will she fail again Rated M for adult themes

Neria Surana never wanted to be a grey warden, or in charge, or really even someone important. As a mage, she was raised to control her every emotion. Watch her mind as both these resolutions unravel. Rating mainly for mature themes

Six hundred years prior to King Cailin’s reign over Ferelden, another Blight challenged the land.

"This is ridiculous," mutters Alistair, sitting in between the quarrelling pair. "She's not property to be haggled over."

A post coronation story from Alistair's POV as he watches his love leave Denerim with Zevran at her side. Inspired by the song Magic by Ben Folds.

His hand is outstretched, his expression that same cheeky grin that has entranced her since Ostagar.

After a battle gone wrong, a wounded mabari has time to consider his equally wounded mistress and his newest, and oddest, pack.

Pre-game. His knees are already achey, but the Revered Mother will lynch him if he skips prayers again, and right now that threat is bigger than a pair of scuffed knees.

Grey Wardens give up their titles, their names, their pasts. That is how it is – you surrender your old life for this death sentence, and wait for execution day as a nameless entity. But sometimes the world just cannot quite let you go.

Nobles whisper in corners about that gaze of his – like steel that has seen too much war and bloodshed, they say.

Pre-game. Teagan Guerrein has to be the bearer of bad news to a little boy.

The shaft of light that shoots up from the top of the fort has everyone enthralled, but all he can think of is the sound that now resonates in their heads.

“Wait here a second,” she concludes, and scurries back to her tent. He is left standing in his tent doorway, covering his modesty with his own bloody tent.

And it was him, not her, who stood suddenly, wiping his face with the back of his hand and choking out an apology. He does not think he is strong enough, not for this.

When the Warden is injured in the heat of battle, Alistair has to wait out the longest night.

Zevran gives Alistair a little pep talk.

Three years after the Archdemon's destruction, a new threat rises. With Cousland leading the new Grey Wardens, can she and the King put aside their differences and their past long enough to save a kingdom? Cousland/Alistair

Alistair and his love survived the Archdemon. They will probably survive this too. But that doesn’t make it any easier. For the contest over at Swooping is Bad.

What if there were a way to avoid dying tomorrow...?" These words that you've spoken to Alistair, keeps going through your mind as you gently put your back against the cool, stone wall in front of guest room where you and him last talked...

Alistair meets a shapeshifter on the roads to Redcliffe, she saved the life of him and his heirs, the Twins. Rose and Duncan. She's familair but he can't place a name to the face. What reason could she have for looking for the king? M for future chapte