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Even as a Shadow by What_About_Bugs
Fandoms: Dragon Age: The Veilguard (Video Game), Dragon Age (Video Games), Dragon Age - All Media Types
10 Jun 2026
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“To live in this world you must be able to do three things: To love what is mortal; To hold it against your bones knowing your own life depends on it; and, when the time comes to let it go, To let it go.” (Mary Oliver)
Tavi grew up on a small, rural farm in the Tevinter Imperium. He and his family laboured for their daily bread; spent holy days at the local temple; and enjoyed the fruits of the seasons, living humbly but happily in their slice of paradise.
Then, a magister came through their little village. In his wake, he wrought upon Tavi's world a wave of misery worse than any blight.
Fifteen years pass. Octavian has clawed his way from the hellish imprisonment that had been thrust upon him, far colder a man than he had been when he first saw the walls of a cell. Imbued with vengeful purpose, he plans to seek justice for the wrongs committed against him: and if justice cannot satisfy him, he will settle for blood.
(Covers Tevinter Nights, Veilguard, and an epilogue.)
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05 Feb 2026
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Let These Ruined Palms Be Your Chantry by ratbagjasper
Fandoms: Dragon Age: The Veilguard (Video Game)
03 Jun 2026
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Tarquin seeks change like a dog sniffs for scraps at the docks. Perhaps it's the familiarity of the path. From place to place, prize to prize, always trying to hunt down the end of it. Because there is an end, right? A city, a person, something. It wasn't Ventus, and it wasn't the military. It wasn't the Templar Order. The Shadow Dragons—now that's close. Names and faces and drinks to share and stories to laugh over. A man with a mask and many names and blue eyes, with a soft laugh and a sense of purpose so brightly burning he would've put Andraste herself to shame. And Tarquin feels that way, like a moth drawn to a flame. Can't get too close without getting burned.
Then a couple of corrupt gods escape their prison, and the Sixth Blight begins, and suddenly there are worse things he could throw himself on than a walking conflagration of divine ambition. Tarquin closes his eyes, because the heat of a hearth feels the same as a pyre when you stand this close.
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A character study dressed up in the raiments of porn-with-plot following Tarquin as he realises he's stupid in love with his boss.
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Bookmarked by linetherogue
05 Feb 2026
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He should be back at his dingy little flat, cutting mold off a crust of bread, eating that crust of bread while staring out the window, then falling asleep with a lit cig in his hand. He didn't need to be here. But having something to dangle over Ser Petro's head, maybe that was worth the trouble.
Exhausted, chain-smoking templar Tarquin decides, against his better judgement, to look into cases of unusual demonic possession occurring in Dock Town.
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01 Feb 2026
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God is a Woman by Nyx_De_Riva for thimblings
Fandoms: Dragon Age: The Veilguard (Video Game)
23 Jan 2026
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"Do you think you get what you want just because I brought you here?" He snapped. His voice trembled under his bluster, and the thought of doing anything else but pinning her to the bed and fucking her made his thighs ache. But he didn't plan on rewarding bad behavior. Solina was still a Crow after all, and his Crow nonetheless. "You need to learn some manners, Sole."
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- Part 1 of Gift Fics!
Bookmarked by linetherogue
24 Jan 2026
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Weddings in Antiva are complicated affairs—and nevermore so than for the Antivan Crows. Two of the greatest Houses will join hands at the altar. Emotions and tensions run high in the aisle between them. Rook and Lucanis must sign their most important contract yet. And everyone is reminded that to love, sometimes means to let go.
The aisle to the altar is paved with good intentions, tears, and the music of laughter.
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- Part 5 of Isadora de Riva
Bookmarked by linetherogue
22 Jan 2026