The Joining: A Grey Warden Exchange

Wait I don't think I ever posted this here wtf

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All she had ever wanted was for him to be happy. And what she got was to outlive him instead.

For the prompt: Fiona (Solo) a treat for @ashurautism for @thejoiningexchange Thank you for this prompt! I never imagined that I would write about Fiona but I am so glad that I did. She is a truly fascinating woman.

This is a treat for hellbell for @thejoiningexchange based on the prompt Isseya & Valya, though I must confess that I spent more time in figuring out HOW they could meet, than on the actual relationship between them, which I imagine would be the kind of friendship bards would write songs about. Although Valya doesn't know it all yet, this writer would do anything to prevent Isseya's horrible fate.

A treat for crabswithsticks for @thejoiningexchange based on the prompt: Davrin & Isseya. You can't carve what you don't know...

Nothing with the witch was ever just easy, as she veered wildly between hot and cold. Solona just couldn’t keep up anymore! And once again, here she was speaking from two minds. Was she going to teach her shapeshifting or not?

A treat for @rosella-writes for @thejoiningexchange

It is only a brief stop in Denerim, but exactly one stop to many.

A treat for coleheinous for @thejoiningexchange

a treat for @youworeblue for @thejoiningexchange

Carver finds himself in Kirkwall, though something else is Calling him…

A treat for @carako written for @thejoiningexchange

The Inquisitor needs to learn to dance, and Alistair grew up with nobles, right?

In War, Victory! And surely after the Blight comes Peace? Right?? But between siblings going missing, family reunions, dealing with false Callings, curing the taint, and falling in love, Vigilance is starting to feel a lot like war again… OR A rather elaborate tale of how Hawke went missing and her siblings went looking.

A gift written for @briannasroger in the 2025 Joining Exchange @thejoiningexchange

Cassandra is sent by the Divine to do some Left-Handed things, and meets someone new…

A treat written for the @thejoiningexchange for Toshi_Nama.

Violent Reconstructions

Explicit - Morrigan/f!Amell - 2984 words

Eilonwy Amell reaches her fourteenth name-day and finds there is so much she does not know. She does not know why Jowan wakes in the middle of the night, creeping out to wash and change his clothes. She does not know why her arms and legs ache so, nor why hair is beginning to sprout in her armpits, nor why the Templars' eyes cling to her and her fellow apprentices so much more intently than before. In and amongst and between all of this, there is one thing she does know: there is a monster in the Fade.

My fic for @thejoiningexchange, written as a gift for @rosella-writes and featuring their wonderful OC, Eilonwy Amell! I had a lot of fun working on this - it's my first time writing smut and, true to form, the smut includes a lot of complicated emotions and a dash of body horror. >:)

Creators have been revealed for @thejoiningexchange, so now I can share my gift for @juniper-and-dragonthorn! I came into this exchange certain I'd be writing something with Isseya or Valya or Davrin, but the Hawke/Stround pairing seized me and would not let go (positive)

Female Hawke/Jean-Marc Stroud | Teen | 5141 words | No CW | divider credit

On the run from the Wardens, Hawke and Stroud dare to steal something for themselves. (It ends just as it was always going to.)

addt'l tags: angst, hurt/comfort, romance, grief/mourning, vignettes, purple hawke, warden carver hawke, hawke left in the fade

“We don’t have to go,” she says, the contents of Varric’s letter hanging between them like storm clouds on the horizon. Her fingers press too hard into the parchment and leave their imprint in soot when she discards it, frustrated. “Maker knows I had to figure everything out on my own. This Inquisitor is already better off. They don’t need me— us.”

“You do not mean that,” Stroud murmurs. He’s reclined against the headboard, eyes closed, gloved fingers pressing idly at his temple.

“Maybe I do.”

“You don’t. Perhaps you wish you did, but you don’t.”

“It would be easier if I did,” she grumbles. A tired smile tugs at the corner of Stroud’s mouth; it twists something in Hawke’s heart, to see it, for how rare it is these days. And for how it throws the lines on his brow, the dark circles stamped under his eyes, into sharp relief.

“Has easier been in the cards for people like us, even once?”

Hawke huffs and settles next to him. Coaxes him sideways so his head is in her lap and her fingers can take the place of his, teasing the headache from behind his brow, offering them both the comfort of skin against skin.

“I’m eternally optimistic.”

Relationships: Davrin/Illario Dellamorte Word count: 5583 (oneshot, complete) Rating: T Main tags: Canon Divergence, Grey Warden Illario, Getting Together

Excerpt and summary:

“What am I supposed to do with you?” Lucanis asks. Why don’t you try asking Caterina? When Illario tries to speak, only a groan comes out, so he puts the vitriol meant for his voice into the eyes instead, hoping it conveys. Maybe she could be the second Dellamorte who sends another one to death. Won’t we sleep better at night knowing it simply runs in the family? “I have a suggestion.” Illario twitches at the sound of a voice entirely unfamiliar. When he raises his head, he sees the heavy-armoured elf Rook and Lucanis brought along, whose name eludes him. The abundance of blue and grey and the gaudy griffon head on his shield suggest he’s another warden. Rook keeps familiar company. “I’m conscripting him into the Grey Wardens.”

Instead of being subjected to Lucanis's choice after his attempt at becoming First Talon, Illario is instead conscripted into the Grey Wardens.

It’s finally here!!!! My piece that I did for @woundedsoul12 and my submission for @thejoiningexchange !!!! I had so much fun with this piece and I’m glad it’s been received so positively. I may do some more of this pairing since I am now done with school. Anyways enjoy!

Also nsfw below