Pairing: Dorian Pavus x Male Lavellan Pairing Type: M/M Words: 1,083 Warnings: AGB's Ink 2019, NSFW, OCD Character and His Supportive Boyfriend, Dorian is a Very Accepting and Loving Man, Lavellan is a Bit of a Mess but He Can Manage Pretty Well

His quarters were always insufferably cold. Lavellan normally wasn't one for getting cold, but with the high altitude, thin windows, and the giant hole in the wall in the room below, the temperature was ghastly. How smug must everyone feel, in their warm little rooms surrounded by rooms and walls deep into the castle interior. "Oh let's give the great Inquisitor the giant tower! No matter if the elements decide to inquisit his disposition towards dying, at least his prism of death will look ominous and powerful and while we're wrapped up warm and safe."

Dragon Age: Inquisition, Trespasser DLC Dorian Pavus x Inquisitor Lavellan In which, the Inquisitor finally tells Dorian the truth.

Adeline Hawke has lost so much in the past few years - her father to sickness, her sister and home to the Blight. Thanks to a dwarf with a penchant for telling stories and exaggerating the details, she may yet have a chance to reclaim her family's lost glory by making a name for herself in the Free Marches. But what she doesn't know is the die has already been cast... and things will never be the same again.

"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.

Book 1 in Mother of Griffons series A fairytale ending tainted by infertility and an affair: the jaded Queen of Ferelden returns to her role as Warden Commander, fleeing her husband's side out of shame. Her search for a cure to the sickness in her blood brings her to Skyhold. *Trigger warnings! Implied death of a major character. NSFW. PTSD. *Originally posted on AO3 Cover art by RuxandraLache Please do not copy parts of my fic! If you would like to talk about writing, feel free to message me. :) [I have no rights to Dragon Age or its characters.]

When the daughter of the Warden Commander and King Alistair goes missing, a band of adventurers must assemble to find her. Sequel to "No Armor Against Fate" and "The Hand of Fate". Alistair/f!Aeducan

After nearly a decade apart, Warden Commander Aeducan and King Alistair are finally free to marry, but when has their path ever been easy? Can they live together without compromising their respective roles? Sequel to "No Armor Against Fate" and "When Fate Summons"

Companion piece to the "Fate" series: glimpses into the lives of Thora and Alistair from Blight through Calling.

When honor and happiness go in different directions, how do you salvage yourselves from the parting? Alistair/female Aeducan