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Kinktober 2021: Day 3

Prompt: Edging Pairing: Mysen/Alistair/Benny Summary: Alistair had the Gray Warden stamina, while to his chagrin, Benny needed to conserve what he had.

Benny swore, his damp curls shaking with his thrashing. "Maker's balls, I hate you so much right now."

All the same, he eagerly accepted the kiss Mysen brought to his lips, moaning obscenely.

"Still hate me?"

"It's still in question." Benny smirked, earning himself a pinch of his nipple, making him pant.

Alistair gave a pitiful whine, and Benny shot him a look. "Oh, shut up, you whiny whelp!"

Normally he wouldn't be so uncharitable, but there were extenuating circumstances. Like the fact that both he and Alistair were currently naked and firmly bound in silken blue rope, Benny to a cushioned iron chair and Alistair hanging from the ceiling in the corner of their shared quarters in Vigil's Keep.

Or the fact that Alistair had a thick leather bit in his mouth preventing him from doing much more than wordlessly moaning, which made Benny so excitable at the best of times. Or the fact that Alistair had a certain ancient Warden enchantment in use on himself.

The Wardens of old had dealt with their increased... stamina in many ways, especially as they could often be driven to distraction if not... satisfied. So some particularly kinky Warden mage had created a pleasure rune, that would stimulate the Warden it was used on until they were utterly spent. Greedy little whelp as he was, Alistair did nothing but eat, relieve himself, and remain bound while Mysen performed the enchantment on him for an entire week when they discovered the thing.

All of this was combined with the fact that Benny did not have a similar level of... need. He often found one round to be satisfying, two if he wasn't tired, and three if he was sufficiently prepared beforehand. But as Alistair could literally go all night if he wasn't taken care of, they had to sparse their fun out to ensure no-one was stuck waiting for a number of hours for the other to run out of spend.

Which resulted in Mysen's spells and skilled fingers keeping Benny on edge. Driving him half-mad by bringing him to the brink and yanking him away, pushing him all the way back down with cold or light burts of sensation and then working him back up. All while Alistair got to explode whenever he felt the need. It was bloody unfair, that's what it was!

Mysen kissed him again, and Benny satisfied himself with the thought that he was at least getting the most attention from their dom. "I love you, Benny, but if you keep acting up, I'll have to gag you too." he said sweetly, in that tone that always sent the most pleasurable shiver up Benny's spine. He nodded, earning another kiss (how smug he felt now) and glancing over at Alistair, who gave another defeated moan, the chime of the rune drawn over his groin in blue liquid preceeding what must have been the seventh orgasm of the night. Benny loved watching him give in, watching the initial competitive spirit degrade into trying to be a good boy and taking what he was given. It was a pleasure to watch.

"You like working us hard, don't you, Mysen?" Benny asked, smirking, and Mysen winked before moving to grip Alistair's chin and whisper something to him that made Alistair nod eagerly. Adorable.

Benny hadn't gone quite soft yet, but he was no longer erect, and that meant his reprieve was over. Mysen slipped the blindfold over his eyes, and he felt the archivist's tongue against his nipple, and what seemed like eight pairs of hands touching him, groping him, probing and pressing. There was a pair of hands pulling on his hair to keep his head in place, a hand covering his mouth and its mate pressing against the back of his head to secure the hand gag. There were hands spreading his cheeks, hands spanking him even though he was sitting on a chair, hands squeezing his thighs and biceps, hands that would occasionally tickle his feet - and Mysen's hands at his sides, steadying him. And, of course, the hands stroking his shaft and gently fondling his balls.

Benny thrashed and tried his best to get more friction, and he felt it. He felt it coming, this time he would be given release, and he found himself shouting against the phantom hand forcing his mouth closed-

-and the blindfold came off and nothing but rope and chair and cushion were touching him, and Mysen was smirking at him. "Sorry, Benny, we've still got a long way to go for Alistair... but I have a treat for you. It's time to tickle our sweet honey bear here!"

Alistair bucked in alarm before Mysen started to stroke his damp hair and he calmed instantly, a pup absolutely besotted with its master, and Mysen grinned.

"You're not going to let me help, are you?"

Mysen eyed Benny's twitching cock, his pitch-black dilated pupils, his straining limbs, and chuckled. "Probably for the best."

Benny threw his head back in frustration. Maker damn it all, he loved these two men. Even if Mysen was needlessly cruel.

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“You know, that doesn’t seem like much of a mystery. Zevran? Zevran?” Alistair groans, unable to turn much to see where the former Crow has gotten to. “You better not have left me like this!”

“Oh.” a small voice whispered. Alistair yelped - it was Mysen.

"Er... this isn't what it looks like!" he mumbled, trying to reach down and pull up his trousers, but the ropes held very firm. Now that it was only him and Mysen, Alistair was struggling not to get... well, aroused. Especially when Mysen's reverent touch grazed the small of his back, just out of reach of his hands.

Mysen's touch didn't leave his body as the man drifted around to Alistair's front - the Warden gulped as both of Mysen's hands caressed his stomach, chest, grazed his nipples - before Mysen gently used his left hand to tug on Alistair's hair, pulling his head up. "What it looks like to me is that Zevran left me a little present."

Alistair's breath hitched, his eyes darkening. "O-oh? Is that what it looks like? Then... I think it's exactly what it looks like, then. Or at least... I want it to be that."

"Really?" Mysen teased, pulling a little harder and forcing Alistair to bare his throat. The Warden whimpered as his husband laid kisses along his neck. "Tell me what you want, my darling."

"Maker, Mysen... I want you to use me however you see fit. I want you to silence me - tease me, make me beg, tie me more, keep me prisoner and never let go... blast it, make me your pet if you want, just keep me close and under your power - mmmph!"

Mysen had smashed his lips against Alistair's, their mouths meeting and Alistair chuckling softly as Mysen's tongue invaded his mouth, expressing dominion of him in every way. He loved it.

"That, Alistair... can be arranged."

"I love you." Alistair blurted, grinning stupidly - Mysen flashed him an identical grin.

"I love you too." Mysen gently picked Alistair's discarded shirt off the floor. "I wonder if I could get Zevran to leave you tied up for me more often..."

"Don't even thi-phph mmmrrrr mmmph." Alistair garbled around his own shirt, which Mysen had gleefully stuffed into his mouth. Alistair moaned around the gag, loving the helplessness.

"Now... let's get you out of these trousers." Mysen winked, his hands darting out to tickle Alistair's vulnerable sides and making him squeal and squirm.

Alistair couldn't be happier.

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For your book lovers OCs, what genre and series would be their favorites?

Tash: Fiction and fantasy would be very much good for him. I see him liking The Hobbit and stories with magic.

Mysen: He likes fiction with humor and maybe even a little sarcasm. I see his favorite being The Princess Bride

Mila: Pretty much everything. I see her loving to read and absorb stories and information.

Henry: He won't admit it but romance stories. He's actually a big fan of Twilight although he knows it's awful.

Vylandin: Pretty much anything. Although I can see him liking the Hunger Games.

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What would your OCs patronuses be? Why?

Tash: I can see him with a mouse Patronus. Clever and crafty, and having a knack for survival. Plus, small things ending up persisting is a great theme of his life.

Cal: Probably a dog. Loyal and true and affectionate.

Morgan: I see him with a wolf. Protective and paternal, he thrives best in a pack.

Mila: I see her with a squirrel Patronus. Responsible and driven, and she collects knowledge like a squirrel stores nuts for winter.

Mysen: A snake. Not only does a snake often represent rebirth, they are also said to have great spiritual knowledge.

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How would you describe some of your ocs voices?

Tash's voice hasn't quite changed yet, so it's still relatively high and childlike. He also has a slight Marcher accent, not as heavy as Blackwall's, but still noticeable. As he gets older, by the time of Trespasser, his voice has started to deepen and his accent slowly fades.

Morgan Walker's voice is similar to Matthew Mercer's, warm and rich, and in a nice middle register between deep and high. His delightful voice definitely helps, along with his looks and manners, in creating his charming aura.

Cal Hawke's voice is deep, with a Fereldan lilt, but a little bit more of the Dalish accent to it - (he has a slight Irish accent).

Mila Cooper has a soft and high voice, much like that of her face claim, Britanny Snow.

Mysen of Denerim has a voice that is a little deep but somehow soft. He has a Ferelden accent and tends to make his voice a bit higher when he talks, although when not thinking about it his voice becomes a bit deeper.

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The Alliance of House Theirin and House Cousland - The House of the Blue Rose

Mysen Theirin - formerly Mysen of Denerim (Kim Beom)

Alistair Theirin

- Not Pictured, Zevran Cousland - formerly Zevran Arainai and Benezio “Benny” Cousland (Pedro Pascal) -

Upon forming a poly relationship, all their children are named heirs to both the Theirin and Cousland names, and with all the holdings this implies. Luciano, as the eldest (not counting Rose) is the future Lord of Highever and heir to Benny’s titles and lands and property. Elari is the heir to the Theirin name and whatever that implies - although Ferelden law would place Jack as the heir because he is biologically Alistair’s eldest child. Luckily, the adopted siblings are close enough that no resentment comes from this arrangement, and all are happy and eager to keep the others in their lives.

Jack Theirin of House Cousland (Hideo Muraoka)

Jack is the son of Alistair and Mysen, concieved through a mystic ritual that imbued him with great magic. He was raised by all his siblings in addition to his four fathers, and he grows to be a powerful mage and warrior, using everything he has learned. Has a thirst for knowledge. Adventurous and noble, although surprisingly shy. 

Rose Theirin “van Tassell” of House Cousland (Natalie Dormer)

Rose is the daughter of King Alistair Theirin and his Chancellor, Prince-Consort Mysen of Denerim, conceived through a mystic ritual that imbued her with magic. However, the young princess was the only survivor of the magical cataclysm caused by the Dread Wolf collapsing the Veil, and she spent around twenty years traveling through worlds to gain power and return to Thedas. However, she ends up in a different timeline. Eventually, she is able to tell her fathers who she is, and they offer to have her stay with the family. Mischievous at first but soft when you get to know her.

Elaridin “Elari” Theirin of House Cousland - formerly Elaridin of Wycome Alienage (Finn Jones)

Though Clan Lavellan was saved though the quick actions of Inquisitor Adaar, Clan Lavellan did help get the city elves away from Wycome and to Skyhold during the riots in the city, to avoid a successful “purge” as was being called for at the time. Elari’s friendship with Tash helped to expose the troubles elven refugees at Skyhold were going through and allowed for the successful establishment of laws giving non-human races the same protections as humans. Elari was taken in by Mysen and Alistair after they found he was parentless, and he stayed with them from then on as their son. Calm and quiet, though cheerful. Dislikes conflict.

Marilla Theirin of House Cousland- formerly Marilla Aeliana of Vyrantium (Alexandra Daddario)

Marilla Aeliana was the daughter of a mid-ranking Tevinter leader, until the machinations of Tevinter politics ended up forcing her own father to sell her into slavery. She was bought by Crassius Servis who used her as an apprentice in studying the still ruins until he was captured by the Inquisition and she was freed. Marilla gravitated to Mysen, perhaps sensing his strange power, and eventually was adopted by him and Alistair, and traveled with them to Kirkwall. She ends up working with Merrill in order to create a new Eluvian network. Protective and precocious. Uses her intelligence against everyone but her family.

Luciano Cousland - formerly Luciano Cantori (Lucas Garcez)

A young man born into slavery and sold to the Crows, he was rescued by Zevran and Benny, spirited to their villa in Antiva City, and kept protected as the two men realized they did not wish to part from the young boy and hoped to keep him safe from further harm. Luciano traveled with Zevran and Benny for a while, until traveling to Skyhold and then Kirkwall to live with Alistair and Mysen. He becomes a talented warrior and tactician. Wise beyond his years and caring. Will take revenge on anyone that hurts his siblings or fathers.

Marcel Thierin of House Cousland- formerly Marcel Fournier (Josh Elton)

Marcel Fournier was once a baker’s son from Orlais, who’s magic developed when he was nine. His mother took him before he was taken by Templars, and they traveled to Kirkwall, where unfortunately she was killed by bandits. Luckily at the age of 11, Marcel was taken in by newly-formed Theirin-Cousland family, with four fathers to guide him and keep him safe. He grew into a strong mage and intelligent soul, working in the Viscount’s office to help keep order. Chivalrous and sweet, he learns baking from Tash.

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Snowball Fight

My thanks to the Smut Coven for breaking me out of my writer’s block with their prompt list! Here’s my first entry for the 12 Days of Satinalia - Snowball Fight!

“So... you’re a Comte now. And I’m a Comte’s husband.” Alistair chuckled, moving with his husband down the streets of Hightown. 

Mysen gently moved closer to Alistair, allowing the taller man to put an arm around him. “You don’t mind, do you?”

“Not much,” Alistair admitted. “I guess titles don’t seem to mean as much when Varric gives them out.” he chuckled. “You’d have thought he was handing you a wheel of cheese.”

Mysen giggled. “It was pretty informal. But now we can do a lot more.”

When Mysen had suggested it, Alistair had kissed him tenderly and held him tight for hours. An orphanage, to help take care of the children of Kirkwall displaced by all the recent events. So that none of them would end up kidnapped by Crows or taken by the Chantry or any other terrible thing that could have been.

The estate they had been appointed was large, much larger than either of them, or even the two children they had adopted, required. So it had been a wonderful idea to use the extra space to help those in need. Varric had liked the idea too, with Cal Hawke offering his full support, as well as the young former Inquisitor. But the work could wait. With Satinalia beginning and the snows beginning to fall, Alistair wished to show his husband something that he had missed during his childhood.

While Mysen had labored under various nobles training as a scribe, Alistair had been engaging in snowball fights with other children. So Alistair grinned and pushed his husband away from him, calling “snowball fight!”

Mysen looked adorably confused as Alistair bent down, much to the amazement of onlookers, and chucked a packed orb of snow at his lover. Mysen gasped as the snowball struck his shoulder and burst into fine powder.

“What was that for?” he gasped.

One of the children walking nearby cried “Snowball fight!” and suddenly there were camps on each side, and Mysen was giggling as he used his magic to send a flurry of little snowballs across to the hasty snow-barricades on the other side, where his husband melodramatically rushed out to absorb the volley.

“I’m hit!” he shouted, tumbling to the ground, moaning in “pain.” Mysen instantly rushed out into the fray, playing along.

“Why must we fight? The senseless violence has robbed me of my husband!” Mysen cried, sobbing over Alistair’s apparently-lifeless body.

“Having fun, my love?” Alistair gave a stage whisper.

Mysen chuckled suddenly. “Very much so.We should do this with the kids.”

“Ours or the ones we’ll be taking in?”

“Both. All of them.” Mysen grinned. “And then hot chocolate afterwards.”

Alistair grinned again and lifted his head to kiss his husband, earning a large chorus of “oooooooh”s from their small audience. “I think that’s a wonderful idea.”

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I found a new face claim for Mysen of Denerim! Also the flowers in the gif he’s offering to Alistair lol

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Freebie

Oh wow... the final day of the celebration! Also it’s my birthday! @14daysdalovers celebration!

Prompt: Freebie Pairing: Mysen of Denerim/Alistair Theirin/Benny Cousland/Zevran Arainai Summary: Alistair and Mysen have collected many strays. What’s two more?

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“Stay?”

It is a request this time. Alistair says it softly, watching tenderly as Benny kisses Zevran’s cheek. He needs the comfort, the feeling of being surrounded by old friends and love. Nearly being lost in the Fade will do that to a person.

Zevran and Benny glance at each other. Anything for you two. Zevran supplies them with vintage bottles from old Grey Warden flasks brought up (stolen) from Skyhold’s wine cellar and they all spend the evening in fond reminiscence and recollection. Benny’s head ends up in Mysen’s lap and Zevran chuckles as the scribe drunkenly runs his hand through the nobleman’s soft hair. Alistair’s head ends up on Mysen’s shoulder and Zevran is somehow curled up between the three of them, happily nested among all three. It feels safe. It feels right.

They wake up in nothing but their smallclothes, tangled up in each other, and there are nervous but happy grins as they tuck in to a massive breakfast, happy to have Adamant behind them, for now.

“Stay?”

It is a hope, a wish, this time. Benny gives a little chuckle to hide his nervousness. He and Zevran talked all night, for many nights, about this, about what it would mean, and he was almost certain the other couple had done the same.

And miraculously, amazingly, the younger couple nods. Mysen offers them his services in magic to help Zevran provide the two largest men among them with the most amazing massages. Heat and cold are at Mysen’s command, and his spells send bursts of incredible smells from the lightly perfumed oils from the bottles in Zevran’s bag. Benny and Alistair giggle like children as they try to give the most exaggerated moans of delight. And then they are silenced by kisses from the two men giving out the sensations and they fall into bed together.

It is awkward and strange and exciting and wonderful but most of all it is loving, and once again they all curl up together, still all kisses and cuddles and holding hands. And their little world doesn’t feel crowded at all, it feels just right.

“Stay?”

It is a confirmation this time. Zevran raises an eyebrow across the broad shoulder of Alistair, smirking at Benny. Benny nods enthusiastically, and Mysen hugs him. The place in Kirkwall is temporary - they’re all staying in two adjoining suites provided by the new Viscount - Varric seems to know exactly what’s going on but he and Cal don’t seem to be interested in it themselves, only hoping they are all happy.

Alistair and Mysen want them to join them in the city for good. To settle down. Truthfully Zevran has always hoped to settle in Antiva, but with the old Cousland holdings of his husband and the fact that the currents between Kirkwall and Antiva City have always been swift, it does not seem altogether impossible to summer in one city and spend the rest in another. But these are plans for the future.

The present is kisses and affection, the sweetness that Benny and Zevran have only known from each other. The present is acceptance and fun, the acceptance Mysen and Alistair have only received from the other. It is breakfast in smallclothes with jokes and smiles, it is being accosted by far-too-excitable mabari hounds, it is love of a kind that always feels new.

“Stay.”

It is an invitation this time. Mysen reaches out fondly, taking one of Zevran’s and Benny’s hands. Seeing his hands occupied, Alistair grins and kisses him. There are no enemies left to fight. No missions left to take them away from each other. They all stand close, embracing one another, foreheads pressed together, hands held, nuzzling, caressing, being with each other.

Bliss.

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Gift Giving

For Day 11 of the Smut Coven’s 12 Days of Satinalia, I give you something sweet, and something a little more spicy!

“Ser Blackwall, you do look marginally less like you make your home in a stable.” Madame de Fer had commented upon seeing him, which made Blackwall wonder if he had overdressed for the occasion. On Tash’s request, he had joined the festivities and worn the formal outfit Josephine had selected for the Winter Palace, before Tash and Madame Vivienne had quickly replaced them with the sleeker, more personalized wear.

He had allowed Vaati to trim his beard to something a bit more manageable, and tamed his hair into a short ponytail. His lover had told him that he looked like a visiting king, to which Blackwall had raised an eyebrow. “You mean I look like I’m poncy and have more money than I know what to do with?”

Vaati had laughed and kissed him. “No, I mean you look very dashing indeed.” And Blackwall had kissed him back for that.

In any event, it had been worth it to see the look of surprised joy on Tash’s face as he offered him the dance he had requested earlier in the stables. And after the customary bow at the end of the dance, he gave a chuckle. “So, have you been given any presents yet, lad?”

Tash smirked as they walked off the dance floor. “No, those are for later! I don’t want to open anything in front of... guests.”

“Well, you let me know what you think of mine.” Blackwall said, setting a parcel on the table, loosely tied with string.

“Oh, Blackwall! You didn’t have to give me anything!”

It was a handmade chess board, beautifully polished and crafted, thick enough to have a few drawers to place the hand-crafted pieces in. Blackwall smiled as he accepted the ensuing hug from the young Inquisitor, though it quickly faded as he noticed the visiting Warden Alistair glancing over at him as he dragged his husband off from the party.

“Alistair, don’t be so silly!” Mysen giggled.

“It’s tradition!” Alistair whined, picking Mysen up to hurry them along. “You aren’t going to deny me tradition, are you?”

“Far from it.” Mysen chuckled, nuzzling into Alistair’s neck.

It was tradition - or rather, it was Alistair’s little custom, that on each Satinalia, his first gift to his husband... was himself. Usually this involved about an hour of Alistair fiddling with a bow and red ribbon until he figured out how to tie himself to their bed. This year, due to being away at the Inquisition, Mysen would be around to help.

“I wonder, with all the work I’ll be doing wrapping you up... perhaps I should just leave you that way for a while.” Mysen grinned.

Alistair gave a dismissive scoff, but Mysen saw the gleam in his eyes. “As long as you stay there with me.”

“That’s a deal.”

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How about overhearing Zevran tease Alistair by saying he'll sweep the warden off his feet and then some if Alistair doesn't get his shit together soon.

This was kind of the case for my OC Mysen and Alistair! Seeing their obvious attraction, Zevran helped things along a little 

“I do wonder if our dear handsome scribe is alright. Perhaps I should offer him one of my famous massages. He does look ever so exhausted.”

Alistair’s gaze snapped to Zevran. “W-why would you be telling me this?”

Zevran rolled his eyes. “To foster communication? To gauge the response? Because when my fingers touch a man or woman’s back... when I rub scented oils into their skin... very often it leads to more.... I take it from your clenched fists this does not appeal to you?”

Alistair glanced down in surprise before relaxing his fists. “I... you- he... you’re completely free to do whatever you wish.”

Zevran smirked. “Oh? Then perhaps if nobody comes along to woo that poor sweet soul, I shall be forced to sweep him off his feet as he deserves.”

Alistair glared at him. “You’re enjoying this a lot, aren’t you?”

“Alistair. I say this as the dearest of friends. Do not wait for life to happen to you. Or it will. And it will likely be something you neither expected nor wanted. I see how you look at him. Why make yourself wait? Why make him wait?”

“I -” Alistair paused. “I... well. You’re actually rather wise, you know that?”

“I aim to please. Speaking of, would you care for a demonstration of my massage techniques? I am sure they would be helpful to you later-”

“Aaaaaaaand we’re done here.”

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New Year

For this last prompt, I’m hoping to drown y’all in the feels!

The festival of the New Year was still in full swing. Of course Tash never gave up an excuse to throw a party. So there had been music, dancing, and of course a feast.

But none of that really mattered to Thom. The only thing that mattered was the hand he was holding, the hand belonging to the man he loved.

Vaati had been there with him through thick and thin. Through betrayal and revelation. And even when others cursed his name for the misdeeds of his past, Vaati had welcomed him into the arms of the Valo-Kas. Even with the jagged horns the Tal-Vashoth so disliked, Vaati was handsome, and Blackwall counted himself lucky that the mercenary even wished to be with him, let alone loved him.

And that was why he had gone to Shokrakar with a request. On her approval, the Valo-Kas’ smith, Katoh, had helped him to craft beautifully made ornamental silverite horns. And Blackwall, with a hopeful smile, had presented these to his lover with four words. “Will you marry me?”

Vaati nearly impaled himself on the sweeping silvery horns - etched in magic runes courtesy of Dagna - in his haste to hurl his arms around Blackwall and kiss him. “Of course, Thom. Of course I will.”

Blackwall couldn’t keep from grinning as he helped fit the horns onto Vaati’s head, and thought about how nothing would tear him away from his lover’s side.

Elaridrin of Wycome couldn’t keep from grinning, either. The elf boy had come to enjoy sitting in the company of Warden Alistair and his husband, playing chess with Mysen and listening to Alistair’s wild (and heavily-censored) tales of Warden exploits. Almost whenever he had a free moment, he’d 

It had come to Alistair’s attention that Elari was alone in the world, his parents having been killed in the unrest in Wycome before much of the alienage had decided to pull up roots and go to New Haven. Elari had been working as a runner for Josephine, and finding a different place to sleep among the elven refugees each night.

Alistair could not let this keep up, and on some parental instinct, he practically adopted the boy then and there. He and Mysen ate meals with him, welcomed him back after he was dismissed by Josephine, and kept close to him when he needed comfort from his nightmares.

And yet, on the dawn of a new year, Mysen had pointed out that the Inquisition would not last forever. That preparations would have to be made. And Alistair had been holding the small elf boy in his arms, the boy nearly asleep from the festivities. 

“Could you stay awake just a bit longer, Pup?” Alistair whispered, sitting down and gently pivoting the boy onto his knee.

“Mmmm-hmm.”

Mysen smiled softly. “Elari, we’ve been talking. About how the Inquisition won’t last forever. And how when we move on, we’d like you to come with us.”

Elari tilted his head. “Y-you want me? To go with you?”

Alistair nodded. “These past few months, Pup... we’ve felt like a family. And if you’d like... we’d like you to be our son. I know we could never replac-”

Elari had already buried his face in Alistair’s neck, trying to wrap his thin arms around the Warden’s broad midsection. 

“I’ll take that as a ‘yes,’ then, Pup?” Alistair smirked. Mysen laughed as Elari nodded his head vehemently, and joined the hug, the two enveloping the boy between them.

“We’ll keep you safe, Elari. Always.” Mysen promised, and the little family smiled, the New Year dawning on their bond.

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Blushing

The result for Day 5 of the 14 Days of DA Lovers event by @14daysdalovers!

Prompt: Blushing Pairing: Mysen of Denerim/Alistair Theirin Summary: Mysen and Alistair’s wedding night gets off to a slow start.

The wedding had been lovely. Queen Anora herself had presided over their festivities and offered her sincerest blessings. And while she had again stated her offer for Alistair and Mysen to join her court (she was planning on an ouster of Arl Eamon and would greatly prefer someone she trusted in his place), Mysen and Alistair had refused.

Still, their honeymoon suite was in Denerim Castle, the bed hung with traditional marriage garlands and bowls of perfume on the nightstands, lit candles floating upon their surfaces. And the two were sitting awkwardly on the bed, still in their starchy, stiff wedding clothes.

What was it about marriage that made them so anxious? Alistair wondered. It wasn’t as if they hadn’t licked any lampposts. That first time had taken care of that issue for both of them.

“Are you... did you enjoy the wedding?” Alistair asked softly, rubbing the back of his neck. He could feel the warmth in his cheeks and knew he was blushing hard.

Mysen nodded, his skin warm and flushed as well. “It was lovely.”

“Is there... there’s nothing wrong, right?”

Mysen frowned, turning to him. “Wrong? No, not at all... why d’you ask?”

“It’s just... you’re awfully quiet. I’m quiet. We both seem... on edge.”

Mysen leaned close and kissed him. “It’s because I’m scared this will all go away. It already feels like a dream.”

Alistair smiled. “That so?”

“You’ve helped keep me grounded these past few weeks. Since finding out I was... not what I thought. But now I’m just so happy... I’m worried it will just... disappear into the Fade or something.”

Alistair kissed him then, hard. “You’re real. You’re here with me, and I’m real, and all this - it doesn’t feel like it, but it’s real.”

Mysen chuckled. “I bet it’ll feel even more real when we start relaxing.”

Alistair smirked. “You know... I’m sure there’s something we could use as rope in here, if you want to feel really real.”

“You’re terrible!” Mysen giggled, earning another kiss.

“You’re wonderful.”

“I love you,” they both said at once, and set to work undoing the other’s frock wedding coat.

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What OC do you have is the most physically affectionate?? (aka 'walking teddy bear'. LOL I'm just coming up with these nicknames 😅)

Oooh, hmmm... Well, technically Tash Adaar is the most affectionate, being a sunny-dispositioned child.

I’d say beyond Tash,it’s a toss up between Mysen of Denerim, Morgan Walker, and Mason Wiseman. Mysen and his lover Alistair are ALWAYS touching somehow, holding hands, hugging, and cuddling. Morgan is physically affectionate with everyone who doesn’t specifically tell him they’re uncomfortable - shoulder squeezes, back rubs, head resting, side hugging, full hugging, hand holding - you name it! Mason Wiseman, one of my IF ocs, is also physically affectionate, as generally he is quite touch-starved.

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Running Out of Hope

Prompt 15 of @finelyfrenzied‘s Fictober prompts! Pairing: Mysen/Alistair

“No. I... I will not become king.” Alistair said firmly. “I don’t want it. Never have.”

The assembled nobles gasped, including Anora and Eamon... and most of the Warden party. But all Alistair could think about was the soft kiss Mysen gave him last night, before saying he’d support whatever decision Alistair made. He couldn’t bear the thought of losing Mysen, of losing himself, to bear the crown. Even with Eamon telling him it was best for Ferelden... he couldn’t. He wanted happiness instead.

“You... wait.” Eamon spluttered, but Alistair simply grinned and looked at Mysen. 

“I have found something I need more than I can express. Someone. I do not wish to become king. Queen Anora Mac Tir, I abdicate to you, and I swear fealty to the Queen of Ferelden, for I know she will provide stability and justice for all the people. Long may she reign.”

There was a murmur of “Long may she reign,” repeated throughout the Landsmeet, which became stronger as Benny grinned and cheered, the nobles buoyed that the Cousland heir supported the Theirin abdication. 

Anora nodded. She couldn’t be completely happy, seeing as her father had just been executed in ritual combat, but it pleased her to finally have the majority of the nobility in support of her. “You shall have whatever assistance you need from Ferelden, Warden Alistair.” 

Alistair moved closer to Anora, now Queen Anora. “My Queen, I, er... I need to ask a favor before we move to save Ferelden from the Blight.”

Anora tilted her head, suspicious. “Speak.”

“Er... one moment. Mysen... will you marry me?” Alistair turned, beaming at the young man in blue standing to the side.

Mysen turned bright red to the gasps resounding through the chamber, but nodded eagerly. “Yes! Of course, Alistair!”

Alistair whirled back to Anora, a smile on her lips despite herself. “Then will you please bless this marriage? Everybody likes a wedding when a ruler is confirmed.”

Anora gave a wry chuckle. “Then a wedding there shall be, Warden Alistair. I shall have a Chantry sister brought here immediately, and should you both return alive... I will throw you the greatest celebration in Fereldan history.”

Alistair grinned, then bowed to Anora, sinking to one knee. This prompted the entire court to do the same.

“Thank you, sister-in-law.” Alistair said softly.

Anora nodded. “Thank you... I do hope that... well, whatever happens, we are allies now, yes?”

“Agreed.”

“Then return safely, brother-in-law. I would like to get to know you and your new husband better, once the Blight is over.”

“I’d like that too.”

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Mysen and Alistair would be the kind of husbands who start a bakery together just for the heck of it and end up attracting a ton of customers who go there for the atmosphere, and then the pastries start getting really good.