"Pointing out my... average height every time you see me is one thing," Lavellan replied, nose twitching in annoyance. The little movement cause Dorian's stomach to flip. "I am quite tall for an elf, mind you." "Of course you are, considering you always have your head held so high. It's a wonder how your neck hasn't dislodged itself from your shoulders yet." ~Just small moments between Dorian and Lavellan, whose height seems to be a recurrent theme in their (heated) conversations. Best Rankings: Number 1 in #dragonage Number 1 in #lavellan Number 2 in #inquisition Number 4 in #dragonageinquisition

Before the Archdemon, before they were King and Commander, Thora and Alistair were just two people brought together by the Blight. A love story in three chapters. Prequel to "No Armor Against Fate."

A retelling of the story detailing Fenris' escape from Danarius - which has become something of a legend in its own right - as told by an Anitvan storyteller to Sylvanas Arainai (Mahariel), and continued by Fenris, himself... with the help of his beloved Hawke.

A handful of one shots between Dorian and a Dalish Inquisitor as a certain flippant Tevinter mage realizes he fell harder for a lithe elf than he ever anticipated. The Inquisitor is the one from My Warden series (who I came to really like and wanted to explore) but you don't need to have read that series for this to make any sense. It's just a few moments during the Inquisition story line between the two of them.

~ this is the road to ruin and we're starting at the end ~ A quiet moment between two lovers before they fear their world will fall apart.

Freshly in Skyhold, still deep in very confusing emotions, Lavellan decides to confront the source of his discomfort: a certain mage from the Tevinter Empire.

Pairing: Dorian Pavus x Male Lavellan Pairing Type: M/M Words: 583 Warnings: AGB's Ink 2019, Mainly a Stream of Consciousness, OCD Character, Dalish Illiteracy, Mainly Just Fluff, A Very Quick Fic Once Again