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crawled out of the sea (straight into my arms) by riots (Hawke/Isabela)

#c:f/f #f:da #p:hawke/isabela #t:fic | “Just once,” Hawke sighs, “I just want someone to say, ‘please, Hawke! There’s trouble in this well-heated house. Won’t you save my buffet dinner?’” isabela doesn't know why she's still here, in kirkwall, but it might have something to do with hawke, her big hands and her bigger heart.

3 years ago | View Shared by zeiat
Sometimes, a family by skogr (gen, Bull/Adaar)

#c:gen #ch:bull #ch:inquisitor #ch:krem #ch:skinner #f:da #t:fic | “You heard Krem and I, huh,” the Iron Bull says, and just gets a snort in reply. “I meant it. I’m not going anywhere.” Still no answer, but that doesn’t mean she isn’t listening. “Unless the boss finds another dragon, obviously, in which case, fuck you guys, I’m fighting a dragon.”

6 years ago | View Shared by zeiat
Psalm, 2:45 A.M. by montparnasse (Hawke/Isabela)

#c:f/f #f:da #p:hawke/isabela #t:fic | In 9:34 Dragon, Isabela left Kirkwall with the Tome of Koslun intending to sell it to the highest bidder. Three years later she blew back into town on the freezing midwinter gales.

6 years ago | View Shared by zeiat
it's about belonging by skogr (gen)

#c:gen #ch:bull #ch:krem #f:da #n:♥ #t:fic | Well, it’s finally happened. They’ve figured it out. Two years, a handful of concussions, more scars than he can count, and suddenly it all means nothing. That’s Tevinter gratitude for you.

7 years ago | View Shared by zeiat
The Undiscovered Country by montparnasse (Isabela/Hawke)

#c:f/f #f:da #p:hawke/isabela #t:fic | Isabela on fatalism, living ghosts, Hawke, and coming home again. But not necessarily in that order.

8 years ago | View Shared by zeiat
Two roses and a song by Kit (Isabela/Josephine)

#c:f/f #f:da #p:isabela/josephine #t:fic | Josephine writes excellent letters. Isabela does not. A story in two parts.

8 years ago | View Shared by zeiat
kairos by klickitats (Josephine/Leliana)

#c:f/f #f:da #p:josephine/leliana #t:fic | Josephine and Leliana decide to make use of the Inquisitor's hut while she's in the Hinterlands, and end up at a crossroads instead.

8 years ago | View Shared by zeiat
the drifting roads by Niki (Zevran/Rinna/Taliesin, Zevran/Fenris/Isabela)

#c:f/m/m #f:da #p:fenris/isabela/zevran #p:rinna/taliesin/zevran #t:fic | He's not saying it's better than what he had, but he's happy to live with it—and for the first time in ages he hopes he can go on doing that for a long time.

9 years ago | View Shared by zeiat
You've given me the best of you, but now I need the rest of you by mrs_laugh_track (Dorian/Iron Bull)

#c:m/m #f:da #p:dorian/ironbull #t:fic | Dorian and Bull have a very long day. Chronologically: They get trapped in a pit, then later try to have a conversation about their relationship. In order of difficulty: They try to have a relationship talk and also fell into a pit.

9 years ago | View Shared by zeiat
Rivers in the Sand by electricshoebox (Dorian/Bull)

#c:m/m #f:da #p:dorian/ironbull #t:fic | When the Hissing Wastes bring up bad memories, the Iron Bull desperately needs something to keep him grounded.

9 years ago | View Shared by zeiat
resolute by Vail (gen)

#c:gen #ch:anora #f:da #t:fic | Anora was tired. Tired, and lonely, and she didn’t want to shake the hand of the woman who had killed her father with the same hands that had killed the Archdemon. [Art fill and Character Study on Anora, 2 years post-Blight.]

9 years ago | View Shared by zeiat
Courante by psikeval (Leliana/Josephine)

#c:f/f #f:da #p:josephine/leliana #t:fic | Partners briefly advance, then retreat, and repeat these steps throughout.

9 years ago | View Shared by zeiat
To Ease Her Burden by vulpineraconteur (Cassandra/Vivienne)

#c:f/f #f:da #p:cassandra/vivienne #t:fic | Being Divine is a lot of hard work, but some things (or people) make it easier.

9 years ago | View Shared by zeiat
from these emerald waters by tanyart (gen)

#c:gen #ch:aveline #ch:bethany #ch:isabela #ch:merrill #f:da #t:fic | Hawke asks to keep her little sister safe; here are five little scenes to depict it.

9 years ago | View Shared by zeiat
Time by Who Shot AR (gen)

#c:gen #ch:wynne #f:da #t:fic | What Aneirin needed, was time. Time to get used to his new home and to come out of his shell so we could build a rapport. In which Wynne endeavors not to make the same mistake twice and discovers it's more difficult than it looks.

9 years ago | View Shared by zeiat
Never Again Walk Among the People by vongchild (Hawke/Merrill)

#c:f/f #f:da #p:f!hawke/merrill #t:fic | There are some benefits to be found in exile, if you know where to look.

9 years ago | View Shared by zeiat
every shore with you by psikeval (Isabela/Merrill)

#c:f/f #f:da #p:isabela/merrill #t:fic | The city rebuilds, and so do they.

9 years ago | View Shared by zeiat
Not Yet by jillyfae (Hawke/Merrill)

#c:f/f #f:da #p:f!hawke/merrill #t:fic | Easing burdens, one night at a time.

9 years ago | View Shared by zeiat
Anchor by sunspeared (Isabela/Merrill)

#c:f/f #f:da #p:isabela/merrill #t:fic | "I'm a nice blood mage, you see," she said. "Never a templar at my doorstep. I've only killed twenty people all this week, but they were slavers, and I was with Hawke, which everyone knows means it doesn't count--" Merrill meets Sebastian. Sebastian meets Merrill. Isabela keeps the peace, and reaps the rewards.

9 years ago | View Shared by zeiat
Terra Incognita by madamebadger (Dagna/Harding)

#c:f/f #f:da #p:dagna/harding #t:fic | Harding isn't quite sure what to make of Dagna, but she's not one to back down from a mystery--or a challenge.

9 years ago | View Shared by zeiat
As the Sun Burns the Ground by zythepsary (Dorian/Bull)

#c:m/m #f:da #n:♥ #p:dorian/ironbull #t:fic | Five times Iron Bull had to carry Dorian and one time Dorian tried to carry Bull, gave up, and levitated him instead.

9 years ago | View Shared by zeiat
House of Ash and Salt by paperiuni (Dorian/Bull)

#c:m/m #f:da #n:wip #p:dorian/ironbull #t:fic | The longest is the journey home. Dorian's continuing sojourn in Skyhold is interrupted by the arrival of an unexpected letter. It sets him on an uncertain course to face matters of his past, present and future.

9 years ago | View Shared by zeiat
Festina Lente by paperiuni (Dorian/Bull)

#c:m/m #f:da #n:fivethings #p:dorian/ironbull #t:fic | Or, five times Dorian Pavus and Iron Bull hastened slowly. Scenes from a love story. (Each chapter is a self-contained variation on a theme.)

9 years ago | View Shared by zeiat
a few steps short of poetry by paperiuni (Cassandra/Josephine)

#c:f/f #f:da #p:cassandra/josephine #t:fic | In the after years, Josephine and Cassandra wed devotion, obligation, and, after a fashion, one another.

9 years ago | View Shared by zeiat
Wool Socks by aliencereal (Dorian/Inquisitor)

#c:m/m #f:da #p:dorian/inquisitor #t:fic | A man flirting with Dorian is not a new experience for him. What he has not had, however, is a man who brings him socks.

9 years ago | View Shared by zeiat
To Let Myself Go by tofsla (gen)

#c:gen #ch:zevran #f:da #t:fic | The tipping point between tolerating one's role and embracing it. Zevran, age sixteen, comes home.

9 years ago | View Shared by zeiat
The Puzzle by tofsla (Bull/Dorian)

#c:m/m #f:da #p:dorian/ironbull #t:fic | The Iron Bull sees things in a different light. Some sort of romance, in fragments.

9 years ago | View Shared by zeiat
The Eye of the Storm by electricshoebox (Dorian/Bull)

#c:m/m #f:da #n:kink #p:dorian/ironbull #t:fic | A letter from Dorian's father sends him into a rage that only the Iron Bull can calm.

9 years ago | View Shared by zeiat
Riposte by amurderof (Bull/Dorian)

#c:m/m #f:da #p:dorian/ironbull #t:fic | "You were kind of an asshole today, Dorian. You're kind of being an asshole right now." "I think you rather like it," Dorian says, and he's not wrong.

9 years ago | View Shared by zeiat
Soon by zilchtastic (Inquisitor/Bull)

#c:f/m #f:da #p:inquisitor/ironbull #t:fic | It's a cold, blustery night when a timid knock sounds at his door. He has to tamp down the eagerness that wells up within. Go slow, he tells himself. Don't scare her. Don't hurt her. He breathes in deep and lets the air out slowly. Then he calls to the door, "Yeah?" It cracks open just enough for the Inquisitor to poke her head inside. Her hair is tousled from the wind, and her face looks pale. He wonders how long she's been standing out there, working up the courage to knock, debating with herself.

9 years ago | View Shared by zeiat

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