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Search for the WardenA/N: Before anyone asked, I wrote this in such a way that the reader would be able to picture their warden as the one Zevran is talking/thinking about, if they romanced him or even if they didn't. I may continue this after DAI comes out, especially since I heard that Zevran won't be in the game. This was betaed by the awesome vabvioand.Search for the Warden by Dankia
Disclaimer: I own nothing!
Zevran slowly put down his drink and glared at the man across from him. After the battle at the Kirkwall gallows and once he had made sure that the Champion would be all right, Zevran had left and traveled to a small village to meet one of his contacts. The news that the man had brought him was neither wanted, nor what he was expected to hear.
“What do you mean the Warden is gone?!”
“Just what I said, ser. I went to deliver your letter like we had agreed only to find the entire Keep in an uproar. No one seemed to know why or where the Warden had disappeared to.”
Reason to ForgiveReason to Forgive by Dankia
A/N This is an m/m story between my elf blood mage and Zevran. Don’t like, don’t read. This was betaed by the awesome vabvioand.
Disclaimer: I own nothing but Laris, everything else is bioware’s.
Zevran looked around his room with a sigh. Alistair had given the whole group their own private rooms for the coming coronation/wedding, but instead of enjoying the luxury of having his own bed, he was actually feeling a bit lonely. Snorting, Zevran reminded hisself that he was an assassin and he should be used to being alone, that it was the way his life had always been, only…
He wasn’t use to it anymore! He had grown used to having companions that would watch his back without him having to worry that they were about to stab him. He suddenly realized that he had come to find comfort in hearing Oghren’s snores, Leliana’s soft singing, Alistair and Wynne soft talking, Striker’s barking, and then,
Rescue the CrowRescue the Crow by Dankia
A/N: This was inspired by XNAMASSE’s great picture ‘The Capture’, I hope I’ve done it some justice. The link for the picture can be found in the description. Also I am using the picture with his permission. Now betaed by the great vabvioand.
Disclaimer: I don’t own anything in Dragon Age but my warden and Hawke.
Zevran turned towards the voice shouting his name and felt a smile pulling at his lips as the Warden-Commander walked up to him.
“So is it true? Are you really getting ready to leave?”
Zevran turned from the worried blond-haired mage and leaned against the Keep’s wall before nodding as he studied the countryside.
“I’m afraid so, my friend. This last attack by the Crows came a little too close for my comfort. It’s time I took this battle to them.”
Turning his head, Zev
Sherlock Before Christmas“John, John! You won’t believe where I’ve just been!” Sherlock’s voice boomed as the gangly skeleton threw himself up the stairs five at a time. He found his friend with a mouthful of stuffing trying to sew his right leg back together. Sighing Sherlock plucked the items from him and propped his rag tag friends leg on his thigh.Civil-War-Casualty
“Where have you been Sherlock?” John sighed, watching as Sherlock deftly stitched him back together.
“An entirely new world!” Sherlock giggled, he placed his knobby hands on John’s knees, clenching them in excitement. “It was called Christmas Town!”
“Mmhm.” John took a deep breath, and then smacked Sherlock so hard his head spun around. “Yes, thank you for disappearing and not telling anyone where you were! I have been worried sick, the whole town thinks you’ve been eaten or dismembered!” Sherlock righted his head and pouted.
“I was perfectly safe.”
KissSherlock watched as John’s surprisingly nimble fingers stitched up a tear in his shirt, thread pulling over and over again sealing the result of their last chase. Something stupid was blowing up on their telly, Sherlock hadn’t looked in ten minutes.Civil-War-Casualty
“Where did you learn to sew?” Sherlock finally asked. He was sitting sideways, legs tucked under him, feet between the cushion and the armrest. His arms were crossed on the back of the couch as he rested his head on them, observing. John sat with his legs crossed, thigh touching Sherlock’s knees. The physical boundaries between them had dissolved long ago, and John was a heater which Sherlock was grateful for.
“This neat little place called medical school.” John teased,
“I said sew not stitch.”
“Army, met an American who knew. They teach them how to in boot camp.”
“Why did you want to learn?”
“So that my clothes didn’t reflect my work.” John tied
TrappedShe feels caged. Trapped.Puroisen1997
Not once did she ask to be stuck in that bloody parallel universe but still here she was. Isolated from her beloved Doctor and his truly magnificent Time Ship.
Everything was so different and strange. She didn't understand how her mother and Mickey could stand it. Okay that was a lie. She understood why they liked it here. Mickey was needed and had built himself a live here and Jackie had her husband back (well more or less).
But even though she now had a father (He finally accepted her after the rescue from the void) she wasn't happy. Not at all. She missed a certain pinstriped wearing alien.
She had promised him forever and now she couldn't even keep it.
It just wasn't fair.
She had a family now and he had no one. Hopefully he already found a new companion.
Although it gave her heart a pang just to think about it. Him with another woman. But she knew that he needed someone to stop him and keep him some company (And the companion could easily be male but his