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Lavellan, ex-boss of the now disassembled Inquisition, has a lot on her plate. Her homeland of Thedas is losing itself to chaos. The country of Tevinter is starting to lose the war to invaders called Qunari. The Empress of Orlais is losing control of her court. Lavellan knows that this weakness exactly what a certain ex-lover is looking for to start his hostile take over. With no army, a broken heart, and little time, it helps that she found an old prophecy to set her on the right track Meanwhile, Solas, once a member of the Inquisition, is walking down a dark road. When he finds out that Lavellan knows something he doesn't, he'll stop at nothing to retrieve the prophecy and read it for himself. Seeing the love he never wanted to leave is just a very large side benefit. Signed, Varric Tethras, Rogue, Storyteller, and Viscount ***I only own the plot. Everything else is under Copyright by EA. Please don't sue me as this is fan fiction. Cover art belongs to the artist.***

Overwhelmed by the events at the Winter Palace in Halamshiral, Nathaniel Trevelyan does not take Dorian's departure well. Or, anger does not ease the pain. Ranked #4 in Dorian Pavus Ranked #49 in Dragon Age Inquisition *Rated mature for adult content. *Written for a friend who took his own life. *This story is in not connected to my Legacy of Dorian Pavus story.

One shot stories, some short, some long, but all part of my various playthroughs of the Dragon Age trilogy, not including Trespasser or Descent dlc. Ranked #2 in Dorian Pavus Ranked #5 in Dragon Age 2 Ranked #16 in Dragon Age Inquisition Ranked #19 in Dragon Age Ranked #70 in After Dark Ranked #102 in Adult themes POV will change for each story. Copyright 2018. Julianne Winters Cover design: Julianne Winters Fenris art by: smilika

Idhren was born a slave, and that's what he expected to be the rest of his life. Until he develops an unexpected talent for magic. The first mage in his pedigree for generations. In the Tevinter Imperium, mages rule. But an elven mage, a slave granted freedom on account of his potential, must still scrape and claw for the recognition that his human peers take for granted. Idhren could be the brightest mage in the Imperium, he could do great works, if anyone would bother to look past the shape of his ears. A Dragon Age: Inquisition Fanfiction. ** Content Warnings: Self harm mention, rape mention, substance abuse, racism, transphobia, homophobia, minor character death.

"Humour me." "But what about you? Don't you need luck too?" Lyric asked, protest forming a small crack in her voice. "I don't know what you'll face before the end," Cullen insisted, his face drawing nearer hers until their foreheads were touching. Her hand was palm-up in his, then, the dark leather of his glove and the moonlight's ivory flush making her fingers look impossibly pale. He placed the lucky coin there, closing her fist around it. "Just humour me." ---- Slow burn romance between Cullen and my femme Lavellan, Lyric. The story is mostly made up of moments between characters, skipping some of the action we are familiar with. Spans the events of Dragon Age: Inquisition, base game only. - 18+ only - Disclaimers: - Content/trigger warnings for minor character injury, blood/gore, and sexual content. - This is a a slow burn, but it is a romance nonetheless. *Not* smut; there are also character pieces for my Inquisitor and some others that are not related to the romance, but it's all part of Lyric's story. - There are time jumps, and some slight canon divergence/original elements, but nothing that impacts the integrity of the story in a major way. - I have only played Inquisition and all associated expansions, but not the earlier games. - This is my interpretation of the story- I take some liberties with minor variations and some situations of my own. - My lore is not perfect, but I'm trying! Feel free to gently correct me if I get something wrong! - All art (including the cover) is my original art! - If you know me, no you don't.

In a post-Inquisition Thedas, Inquisitor Lavellan has settled into a relatively quiet life with the ex-Templar who stole her heart. With the shadow of the Dread Wolf looming over them, is asking for more asking too much? *** This story contains adult language and mature situations, in line with the Dragon Age series ***

(This story is my first Dragon Age Inquisition story but has undergone revision and a few changes) Talila, a mid-twenties to late twenties year old woman with a kind heart and is a huge fan of the Dragon Age series, though she keeps it under lock and key. She adores the series but when she somehow ends up in Thedas (around the time of the Inquisition) things become complicated when she finds herself falling for one of the members of the Inquisition, after being rescued by them, but unknown to them her time being where she was she experienced Lyrium and the nasty addiction that comes with it was truly in a not so best situation and as a consequence has a hard time letting anyone in, except for one person: Cullen. Cullen knows Talila does not belong to his world, but once it comes to his attention that she struggles with herself and with Lyrium withdrawals, he finds himself all but jumping to her aid; Slowly he develops feelings for her and refuses to give up on her, regardless of what she says or does, but when Talila starts acting odd, combined with bouts of unexplained rage, it swiftly comes to his attention that her family lineage has more secrets then even Talila is aware of.

A battlemage is the only survivor of a devistating explosion, receiving a mysterious mark on her hand that is the key to saving the world from an ancient evil. Evelyn Trevelyan is a renowned Knight-Enchanter, nicknamed "The Phoenix" for her magical prowess and fiery mutation. Having worked alongside Templars for the last decade, she has more opportunities than most mages have in their lifetime locked away in the Circle of Magi. After the events at Kirkwall, her Circle falls to the chaos of the Mage Rebellion. Rumor has it that she was its cause, but is it true? When The Divine invites her to speak at the Conclave, she is eager to help but has no idea what is in store for her. Fueled by trauma and duty, she finds a kindred spirit in Cullen, the newly appointed Commander of The Divine's forces, who reaches out to help them both out of their own darkness. The more they share, the more it seems the Maker weaves the threads of their fate together, tighter and tighter. Ghosts from the past, forced red lyrium consumption, powerful magic, harrowing battles, grievous wounds, family reunions, beautiful friendships, humor, and heartfelt moments await Evelyn & Cullen. This is a slow-burn romance of Evelyn & Cullen, picking up later with courtship and navigating through love's trials through a crisis. Warnings: Sexual content, blood, gore, and trauma. The world of Thedas and its characters belong to Bioware.

Dragon Age/Inquisition fanfiction, an alternate re-telling of history. Instead of in Ferelden, the Blight occurs in and consumes Tevinter, resulting in the Tevene having to seek refuge within the South's Circle of Magi. Our story follows the alternate lives of Lavellan and Dorian Pavus, destined to find each other despite everything both have lost. NOTES: There will be three books. I plan to do Final Draft edits at the end of Two, before Three. I'd love input so I can consider things I may not have noticed before the Final Draft. :)

Ashvalla Lavellan wasn't supposed to fall in love with the distrustful Commander of the Inquisition. She was supposed to find her sister - now the Herald of Andraste - in a village full of Shems, ensure her safety, and do everything necessary to ensure she remained alive. But being possessed by a spirit of Love meant she could not hide from her unwanted feelings, nor could she escape the reality of her situation; no matter how much she wished otherwise, a possessed mage and a former Templar could never be. If only that could stop her heart beating faster every time she was near him.