Iron Bull's impressions about The Templar-Mages war, The Breach, The Inquisition, Inquisitor Adaar, and her Inner Circle. Rated M because I'm paranoid.

Miriam, elven assassin and former Tevinter slave, is dragged back to Nessum on a mission. Her only goals: kill Magister Rezaren and get her friends out alive. Knight-Commander Tassia, however, wasn't part of the plan. A Dragon Age: Absolution fic. Picking up at the end of Ep 5 with an alt sequence of events, and continuing on the adventure after series end. Miriam/Tassia slow burn.

Set during the events of DAI. Two women. One, a noble human who believes she is destined for greatness. The other, an elf who doesn't think she's anything more than a weapon. Both thrown into the Fade, both cast into the path of a danger greater than they could imagine. Both are needed to defeat a foe that is seemingly unbeatable. Also up on Ao3

Go back far enough, and Ancient Elven Gods are the source of every problem. Instead of playing into their hands and solving those problems with magic those same gods created, maybe try something they didn't anticipate for a change? A crazy tale about a plan to preempt all the damage to come, and give happier endings to some characters we've grown to love over many years.

A novelized version of DA:I centering around the love story of Meira Neria Lavellan, formerly of Kinloch Hold, and Cullen Stanton Rutherford, Commander of the Inquisition's Forces. In a world determined to keep them broken and apart, they fight to be together. Cameos, blushes, stammering and fluff abound. *Updates Monthly*

Hawke is surprised by a new companion

Two nights of chaos, told in the fragmented voices of a Champion's mind. A pirate's challenge, a drunken fall, then triumph: Hawke claims her hat, her ship, and perhaps her heart. Written in the sharp, chaotic style of Disco Elysium with all the inner monologues you expect—a tale of rum, rivalry, and reckless charm.

When the Inquisitor is wounded in battle, Dorian does everything in his power to save him - struggling with both his limitations as a mage and his feelings for Lavellan he has been trying desperately to ignore. This is my first fic ever so please bear with me while I stumble through this!

Oh you want to hear that story...? Well it's one who is as damn funny as it is true. Prepare yourself for a wild ride, because that will be a laugh you won't forget as easily. Hawke really did flirt with every woman on two legs...or in rare cases also with women with just one leg...But this time he did it...He flirted with death itself. Narrated by yours truly Varric Tethras.

A retelling of Dragon Age scenes with Solas and Lavellan as the focus characters. Some scenes follow actual in game stories and other are entirely made up. I wanted to flesh out their relationship a bit more. Starts in Inquisition and will carry over to Veilguard.

She had walked across the Veil ready to face whatever fate awaited them, together...only to find herself alone on the other side. For months she had embarked on a futile search for him. Or anyone else. Eventually, she arrived at the only conclusion left, as impossible as it seemed: through some cunning act of magic, he had somehow sent her through the Veil in his stead.

"No, it was a goddess, an elven goddess, his goddess, who was not what the stories the Dalish told said she was. He could sense her, feel her too, within the taint. She was not divine. She was corrupted, just like the darkspawn. Just like him."

Rook revisits the events of Tearstone Island and suffers through the consequences of choice. "-you were never going to win the day without painful sacrifice.." - The Dread Wolf

Last seen leading a patrol of soldiers through the Korcari Wilds, Fergus Couslands fate was presumed grim. His name was etched into Ferelden's growing list of the dead after Ostagar. What really happened to the last Cousland? A story of noble Intentions and the bonds of survival. Also explains why the blight wasn't more menacing during Origins. All Origins Friendly. Original Story!

I used DA2 for inspiration. I own nothing all rights go to BioWare. This is my first attempt at writing a complete ff. Trigger warning, SA, child abuse, violence and sexual situations/ banter will be present in this story. Feel free to message me any questions or point out any spelling/ grammatical errors. Let me know what you think

Athos Cousland has succeed in raising armies to face the blight but now he faces difficult questions. Who should rule Ferelden? Can he allow the Couslands to die out in the name of duty? M!Cousland/Anora Alistair/F!Amell Zevran/M!Brosca. Rated M for Adult content.

The story of my Rook concept before the events of Dragon Age the Veilguard and before the events of the BioWare backstory. Rook discusses his past with Varric and how he became the man he is and is the situation he is in.

As the Fifth Blight spreads across Ferelden, it is all the remaining Grey Wardens can do to keep ahead of it. The odds seem impossible until they meet a debonair pirate who offers to help them gather the forces they need to defeat the threat. But will it be enough to save Thedas? AU Cannon deviation

This Story depicts just what the title suggest...Hawke was told to meet with a client at the hanged man who was said needed his help. With charm and humor (or so he thinks) saves the Champion Of Kirkwall the day...Or so he thinks. Enjoy a lighthearted story, about just another day in the life of Hawke!

It is bitterly cold outside. Night is approaching, and Hawke and Anders won't be going home.

Each morning, Leliana awoke in darkness to lift her voice unto the Maker. Each day without fail she sang until the break of day. And when the Blight came upon Lothering and deep darkness beset Ferelden, Leliana saw a light kindled before her and heard the Prophet's song in her dreams.

A new world sat in the worldof Dragon Age... and new adentures...

"You must be mistaken, my lord." Despite her shock, despite wanting to wipe that insufferable grin off his face by slapping him hard, Morrigan decided to play along, "How could a poor Wilder girl like me possibly be the legendary 'Witch of the Wilds? T'was tales, only." "If you wish to pretend as anything but, miss, perhaps you should start by ditching that staff of yours."

Contents of this fic: 1 Zevran: smooth as all-get-out, miserable, and totally unused to kindness. 1 Rhodri: appallingly awkward, embarrassingly kind, laughs at own jokes. Mix the two gently and carefully until combined, and point and laugh/despair (delete as applicable) at their boundless foolishness for added flavour.

Avery has a secret, she's the lone survivor of the Cousland massacre by Arl Howe and his men but she wasn't meant to survive. Destiny would've had her die or become a Grey Warden but Duncan recruited an eleven mage instead. Burned and desperate to survive, Avery heads to Ostagar to find her brother Fergus. The Battle of Ostagar is going to shape her fate in ways she can't foresee.