Five times Jack Zimmermann came out of the closet.

If Eric Bittle had to talk about his time as an out, gay hockey player at Samwell University, he would be hard pressed to find any sob stories. He should have known it wouldn’t last forever.

A chirp (and not even a very good one) leads to coming out to his teammates.

A tale of how Stefen's best friend went from “Stef, stop dating men that are way too old for you!” to “Let me matchmake you with my uncle, he is just your type.”

Florian told Karal to look for him among the Herald-Trainees, so Karal did. Well. Altra did.

Left to his own devices, Jack wouldn’t ever choose texting as a form of communication.

The way I saw it, I had two options for this. One is the one where Hardison is a reincarnated space prince, Eliot is the rollerblading space werewolf sent for him, and Parker is a bounty hunter and they all end up teaming up. The other is, well …

Jupiter doesn't feel ready for the bureaucratic nightmare of getting Titus to trial, or for the weirdness of being royalty in general. Fortunately, someone's written a guide exactly suited to her new needs.

Cole likes the tavern.

On deep winter nights, the Oina pass on a story of the three heroes' descent from the sacred shrine.

Iron Bull is almost certainly playing games with him. Dorian is particularly sure of this when he's been drinking.

Cullen, delirious with lyrium withdrawal, is too far gone to ask for help. Cole hears his silent cry. In his roundabout way, Cole sets out to help the commander of the Inquisition forces.

This is a metafic about a disabled Inquisitor and the changes the disability not only brings for them, but also for their companions, their advisors, the Inquisition as a whole, and the people of Thedas. One of my goals for this was for it to be as inclusive as possible: your Inquisitor's race and gender don't matter. Every possible class is addressed. Topics include: addiction, amputation, bigots, blindness, depression, muteness, tranquil mages, transsexuality, veterans, withdrawal.

"It's awkward and confusing all over, because he's not sure he should find something attractive in the way the soft light of the tavern softens Krem's cheeks. That a few dark drops of wine on his lower lip should be worth of study, or that Cullen can perfectly recall the crooked angle of his smirk when the Chargers are away. "

Flowers have meaning and, sometimes, not knowing them can be beneficial.

Dorian rolls onto his side to face him, squinting in the mid-morning light. "You wanted to talk, last night. So talk." "Mm, not like this." Bull cracks his neck, stretches his free arm above his head. Dorian doesn't even pretend he's not watching the muscles shift in Bull's shoulder. "You don't talk about sex in bed."

A Tevinter deserter and a Dalish blessed by Andraste herself have more in common than one might think.

Three families Krem has had.

Jack's just taking pictures whenever he sees something worth photographing, something that seems to fit what he's being told in class, about line and shape and color and beauty. It's like the camera knew before Jack did.

This is how they learn they are not pretty things, not soft things to be easily broken, or idly touched. Not little girls anymore.

Well, it’s finally happened. They’ve figured it out. Two years, a handful of concussions, more scars than he can count, and suddenly it all means nothing. That’s Tevinter gratitude for you.

Cole grows increasingly confused by gender and seeks out advice.

Cullen can't get it up and it turns out the Inquisitor doesn't want that anyway. Funny how these things work out.

Afterward, Dorian cannot recall what he had expected, only that it had not been this.

I love Krem and Bull's banter :D

Jupiter’s trying not to take it personally, but being inexplicably flinched away from is getting really, really old.

Caine expected the sex and to do what he's told and to like it. He didn't expect to be taken care of and cuddled and thanked afterwards too.

She would definitely, definitely have to tell her family soon. They were being as non-obtrusive as a family of Russians could be about her mystery boyfriend. They knew her troubles in the past with men, how badly those relationships went, and she was thinking that none of them wanted to be the one to mess this one up by prodding.

It's not until they're in freefall that it hits her. Caine Wise has no daemon. (A HDM Daemon AU where wings are made of dust, wolves make their own packs, and some pains fade with time).

“Good boy,” she murmurs against his throat. He goes impossibly still – she’s got enough time to think huh before she’s fast asleep. The next day it feels like a dream, the way that the sweet memories from childhood go hazy and glow at the unravelled edges, so she wouldn’t even notice it if—well. If she weren’t impossibly in love with him. But she is. So she notices.

The Apini Queen recognizes Jupiter's sovereignty. (Or: Space Bees, the ficlet.)

My Cousin is Dating an Alien, an essay by Moltka Bolotnikov, age 12 and ½.

Kiza isn’t in school long before she realizes that her daddy isn’t much like other daddies, and she isn’t much like other little girls. Scenes from the lives of Sad Bee Dad and Cool Bee Daughter.

“Small package of murder, huh?” He laughs. “I knew they’d tell you that.” “It’s the best compliment I’ve ever gotten.” “I’m sure I can think of better ones.”

If Dorian were half as confident as he says he is, he'd be a force to be reckoned with.

It takes a long, long time for Dorian to realize that he is still waiting for the Bull to finish what he started.

In which people with floofy pauldrons like Cullen should probably not stand so close to the woman waving around a lit candle on the end of a board.

A missing scene fic (spoilerific) between Captain Tsing & Jupiter Jones before she goes back to Earth, because I know I wasn't the only one who was sitting in the theater thinking "Stinger Apini, WHAT ARE YOU DOING, LETTING YOUR DAUGHTER EXIT THE SCENE LIKE THAT?"

Harding isn't quite sure what to make of Dagna, but she's not one to back down from a mystery--or a challenge.

The day Aradia Megido arrived in New York, three important things happened, though she only noted two at the time.

Is it even possible for penises to develop Stockholm syndrome?

Stiles has to perform some kind of protection spell/ritual to stop the latest threat to BH, but according to Deaton and his terrible, terrible magic books, it requires that he willingly take the ‘life essence’ of an alpha within him so he can power the spell. Yep, semen, because druids were giant pervs back in the day. And apparently that shit is like a magical battery.

A wicked smile slowly spreads across Kent’s face, and he turns to Jack. “What do you say, should I show your boy how to make you cry?”

In 2016, Xander Harris dies stopping an apocalypse. He’s the Zeppo, so of course, the afterlife takes a left turn. But at least he found something he could do.

Weiss wasn't sure how she felt about magazine reporters.

Even back on Earth, Jupiter finds there are more revelations to be had.

All Skyjumpers are omegas and help each other through their heats. But lucky Caine has himself an alpha now -- and Stinger's heat is shaping up to be a bitch this cycle, and he could really use her help, if Caine doesn't kill him for asking.

Dorian's still operating like he's in Tevinter, and the Bull safewords the hell out.

As Peggy quite suddenly learned, Howard was not exactly clear about all the things Jarvis was prepared to do for her.

The boys are out and Coco's in a good mood.