6 Works by fadefoxdreams
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That Sort of Day by fadefoxdreams
Fandoms: Dragon Age (Video Games), Dragon Age: Inquisition, Dragon Age - All Media Types
07 May 2026
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Dorian laughed again, and it warmed Aelin's heart a little that her friend wasn't too hurt to come back from. “At any rate,” Dorian said, and the dark circles under his eyes betrayed his exhaustion. “Time to drink myself into a stupor. It’s been that sort of day. Join me sometime, if you’ve a mind.”
Aelin shoved off the bookcase as Dorian walked out of the alcove, keeping pace at his side. “Sure. How's now sound?”
Dorian quirked an eyebrow at her. “Now?”
Aelin shrugged. “Where's the fun in drinking alone?”
Dorian shook his head, but his grin betrayed him. “Indeed.”
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Blood on my Teeth by fadefoxdreams
Fandoms: Dragon Age (Video Games), Dragon Age: Inquisition, Dragon Age - All Media Types
30 Apr 2026
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“Well, aren't you a pretty rabbit,” a deep male voice crooned far too close to Aelin's pointed ear as a large body collided with hers from behind. The drinks Aelin cradled sloshed over the edges of their glasses and onto her hands, leaving them wet and sticky. Dorian steadied her with a quick hand on her forearm, frowning at the man behind her.
Letting go of the drinks, Aelin turned on the man with quiet outrage. “Say that again.”
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Close Quarters by fadefoxdreams
Fandoms: Dragon Age (Video Games), Dragon Age: Inquisition, Dragon Age - All Media Types
26 Apr 2026
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“Oh, blessed Mythal, finally, a fucking town.” Aelin's words came with a sigh of relief, her body slumping in the saddle.
Dorian scoffed from her left. “You call this a town? In Tevinter, this would hardly qualify as… Well, anything at all.”
As their horses passed the first few buildings, Blackwall said gruffly, “It has a fair number of homes, a couple of stores, and a tavern seemingly with an actual inn attached to it. What more do you want?”
“Civilization.” Dorian's answer was quick and sharp, and Aelin laughed more than she should've. She caught Solas watching her from her right, a faint smile playing on his lips, and her heart melted a little.
Sunset still bled across the horizon, but the promise of hot food and a real bed had Aelin leaning forward. “We’re stopping here tonight.”
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Midnights Become My Afternoons by fadefoxdreams
Fandoms: Dragon Age (Video Games), Dragon Age: Inquisition, Dragon Age - All Media Types
25 Apr 2026
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It started subtly. Sleep was a battle that was fought and usually won. It often wasn't the most restful and took time to come around, but it was sleep.
Disconnected. That was it. Aelin felt disconnected from the world around her, from the people around her. Yes, having the privacy of the tower and such large quarters was a privilege that many, even among her circle of friends, would give anything to have, but Aelin ached with the separation from the people she cared about. She missed her clan, the closeness, the sounds, the warmth, the feeling of being cherished. As her breathing seemed to echo off the stone walls of her bedroom, she struggled to keep her eyes closed, to not toss and turn, to force herself to sleep.
She couldn't.
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Love's the Death of Peace of Mind by fadefoxdreams
Fandoms: Dragon Age (Video Games), Dragon Age: Inquisition, Dragon Age - All Media Types
18 Apr 2026
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Aelin turned back to the battlefield, sighing in annoyance at having to climb back up the hill to join the others. Solas and Dorian wove spells in tandem, fire and lightning whipping through the air to take down a Behemoth. The Iron Bull roared as his great axe cleaved through the last foot soldier standing.
Aelin took one step toward her friends and hissed. A sharp heat flared in her side. A cracked rib? No, deeper. Wrong. Wrong wrong wrong.
That was when Aelin looked down and saw it. A rough iron hilt jutted out from her ribcage, mere inches from her heart. Oh, fuck, she had been stabbed.
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Just Say Yes by fadefoxdreams
Fandoms: Dragon Age (Video Games), Dragon Age: Inquisition, Dragon Age - All Media Types
15 Apr 2026
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“Solas.” She barely breathed his name. She looked down, cleared her throat, and looked up again. “Unusual to see you in the tavern. Joining us for Wicked Grace?”
Her heart thudded.
“I hadn't intended to.”
Aelin saw the refusal coming. In the set of his shoulders, the way he angled toward the door. Before she could stop herself, she reached out and caught his wrist.
He looked down.
At her hand on him.
She said, softer than she meant, “Please, Solas. Stay.”