I finally have enough in this category to justify breaking it out. maybe. sorta.
Hawke was bone-tired, her own anger draining out of her, leaving exhaustion. When Fenris did not move to follow, she shook her head. Aloud, Hawke said over her shoulder, "Welcome to Kirkwall, Fenris. City of chains."
[97,300 words] Hawke/Fenris and Hawke/Varric, sort of Fenris/Hawke/Varric. ninety-seven thousand words of magic/steampunk detective!au.
this took about five years to finish. fml.
Garrus watched Hackett speak this second time, his tone gruff, military parade-rest a second skin like armor, describing Anderson's accomplishments, and remembered Wrex nodding to him down in the cargo hold when he showed up, just walking out of Ash's memorial. Wrex hadn't even pretended to show (not willing to feign concern when he had none), and the two of them had gone about their respective tasks in silence.
[3,700 words] Shepard/Garrus, post-ME3, major character death, #synthesisorbust.
my filename for this story for a really long time was just "synthesis, damnit!!". because, uh, given certain paragon actions, I don't think there could be any choice in the universe except to try and find a new world. Post-synthesis, canon-compliant (hence, character death).
star wars: knights of the old republic
Atton recovers beautifully, even throws her a wicked grin. "The pinnacle of our working relationship, Surik," he counters. Just for a moment, he sways into a fighting stance, before casually slouching against the turret pedestal. Meetra watches his hands, his feet, as he flows from fighting form to slouch, and despite herself, is drawn in.
[4,400 wds] fem!Exile/Atton. Set during the game. For chidorinnn in yuletide 2016.
Few others in the galaxy know what it's like to be caught in the gravity well of a planet so deep and endless, you can't see the stars.
[3,700 wds] fem!Exile/Atton. Set after the game, sort of a sequel.