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In Armor of Bright Steel by quixilvr (UPDATE)
Eighteen months ago, Bryn Cousland crawled out of the burning wreckage of her home and into the Blight, without a Grey Warden there to catch her. Now the Blight is over, the Grey Wardens are rebuilding their order in Ferelden, and Bryn wants to be a hero. What better way than to present herself at Vigil's Keep as a recruit?
And then the Hero of Ferelden conscripts the son of her family's murderer, and Bryn realises that she probably made a mistake.
(Mostly canon-compliant to Awakening, but with a lot of original content.)
walk away now by elsmaster
There he was, drowning: useful parts stripped away, the empty shell of him slowly floating towards the bottom. Anders hoped the undercurrents would carry the coat far away, and that it might surface somewhere where someone might recognise it. Think him dead. Free, finally.
He wondered if anyone would mourn him.
He didn't expect to live.
He didn't expect Nathaniel.
Mirisellath, Calvarvhenas (Blades of our Love, Crown for our Home) by Iamsuperconfused
Bellara Lutare and Andarateia Cantori have found comfort and fun in each other's arms, but as their feelings deepened so did the webs of political machinations surrounding the two. They find themselves having to officialize their affair in the name of nations and rebuilding in a post-blight Thedas, instead of in their own name. Together they navigate their existing relationships, obligations to their nations and the struggles that comes with trying to change the world.
Written for the Dragon Age Big Bang. This story ran away from me so fast and I think I managed to keep up with it.
Aegis by junipurple
"Small issue with this all, isn't there?" Tarquin snaps, whirling around to face them, face Ashur. "Get especially unlucky, and you might end up with a bodyguard who's in league with the very person who's trying to kill you. And even if some random bloody hero who doesn't want to kill Ashur wins this shite tournament, that person still gets constant access to the Divine.”
He gestures towards the Viper and his ridiculous hat. "They'll figure it out. Give it a week."
OR: Of assassination plots, misplaced jealousy, a high-stakes tournament, and regretting one's life choices.
Distractions by Sh00kspeared
Atticus is hard at work on writing his next book, but, fortunately for him, Emmrich has other plans-- plans that involve him being sprawled out and gasping Atticus' name.
Phoenix Rising by katamara4654
What happens when an atheist female surgeon, Talia Elgadir, gets dropped into Thedas after her death on Earth? A whole lot of chaos. She's stubborn, sees how awful elves and the lower class are treated and she's having none of it. She's going to help the Inquisition save the world, all the while learning that she has a secret she didn't even know she had.
~“You asked me a while ago if I’m ready, if this is what I wanted to do. I don’t think it’s what I want to do but what I need to do. You were Wisdom in the Fade, I am Perseverance, with the guidance of Renewal. I think I was either brought or born into this world to help bring back the balance, which the Evanuris destroyed,” Talia said with a small resigned smile lighting her face.~
Fall For Me by Thatskasterborous
“It can’t be real,” she whispered into her hands.
The pounding in her head spiked. Her skin felt fit to burst with whatever writhed beneath. Growing, growing, growing.
“Why not?” Solas asked, his voice sounded far away, as if he were speaking through water.
If this was real, that would mean she was in the past. That would mean the years she had lived through had vanished as if they had never happened. But they had! The pain of it was etched into her very being. No nightmare could ever hope to live up to the sight of Solas’ unseeing eyes. That was agonisingly real. Not whatever this strange dream was!
“I know this isn’t real, because I felt you die!” Selene roared, slamming her hands down onto his desk.
Something erupted from deep within her. A surge of potent power poured out of her. All her terror and fury and confusion, crystallised into corporeality. A solid freezing wave of it that enveloped the desk in a thick sheet of ice.
She now had a name for the foreign sensation that had pushed up against her edges, threatening to explode her into a million tiny pieces.
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