#Alistair romance

[snacobie]

Decision of the flower 🌹

[beetnik-jay]

Love of my life fr fr

[t-dubber]

This is a reminder to check in on your ex-templars… they’re probably not doing well.

[starlightchocolatecookie]

Original tweet by someone else but we know it would fit Alistair and his wife

[inquisitor-julia]

Did some of those cute kiss picrews that have been going around!

Ft. my cousland and alistair, hawke and anders, trevelyan and cullen, solas and lavellan, astarion and tav, and my dnd girl and her LI <3

[mossyarts]

ailistair doodle feat. zevran

(used this as ref)

[selky]

DA:O gif set 002 | Alistair Romance - I'd like to talk to you, privately.

[jopzer]

this just in: the king of fereldan and his husband cannot keep their hands off of each other, not even long enough for the royal portrait! scandalous!

[shiftycatstudios]

I've been sad as hell and Alistair makes me happy. So...a doodle dump it is (ft. my Warden, Selph).

...Okay, maybe a little more effort was made than doodles--expressions, shading, and angles were practiced, too. :T

Please do not edit or repost any of my works, thank you!

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[notebooks-and-laptops]

There's something very special about an Alistair who romances Mahariel. An Alistair who learns more about his elvish heritage from Mahariel. An Alistair who is accepted into Mahariels Dalish clan, not just as her lover, but as a descent of the people. An Alistair who never found love in his human family, who never felt he belonged, but feels connected to this part of himself he never knew he was allowed to connect to. Just. Mahariel teaching Alistair about elves and including him in that because he's a half elf.

[snacobie]

King and Lionheart

@greenieart ‘s warden 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

[cadaveerie]

no one:

me at 5am: i must search for every alistair x warden breakup video

[knt666]

❤️My favorite losers❤️

I love them so moooooch 🥺

[thechildofbhaalhasawoken]

First chapter of three is here!

(For registered users only, sorry. You can request me to email you the chapter if you want to read it but aren't registered.)

Both of the Wardens, Alistair and Elissa Cousland, come from sheltered backgrounds, and have not been intimately familiar with any, uh, lampposts before. The young couple have become quite inseparable, and as Alistair realises the circumstances are as perfect as they could be, he finally finds the courage to ask to spend the night.

The first chapter is Teen (or perhaps Mature) and fluff, ie. the plot.

The second and third chapters are Explicit and smut, ie. the porn.

This is fumbling, inexperienced vanilla, this is love, this is fluffy smut, this is their first time.

Small explanation: I'm a little tired reading fanfics about Alistair's first time where he acts like he's really experienced. So I had to write my own take on the two virgins in love, sharing a tent for the first time in a healthy, consensual, lovely way.

[starlightchocolatecookie]

Alistair and wife shenanigans

[jonogueira]

Do you think that during canon timeline in inquisition Alistair and the warden (romanced or not) write to each other? If so what do they write about?

I am so so sorry if this is not what you were hoping for(I know it isn't exactly what you asked), but I hope you like it!

Again I highly recommend listening to the song while reading. And a reminder that English is not my native English.

AO3

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He half-listened and half-daydreamed.

It had been like that for the last months, but the previous days had been the worst.

He tried to focus on the person in front of him, but she was the constant in his mind.

What wouldn’t he give up to be able to go with her? His crown? His servants? His people? Anything and all. She only had to ask.

A clearing of throat at his side, and he wiped the longing smile off his face. He missed her. Maker! How he missed her.

Her face floated in the air, and the scowl on her brows made him sit straighter and focus again…

At least until the ghost of her touch on his nape made his mind wander… once more.

It had been hours, and the boredom was reaching its limits. He took another deep breath, and the people around gave him a disapproving look. One he was used to by now. It seemed nothing he ever did or said or thought was right.

Maker…

It all changed when the courier arrived. He stood so suddenly that the guards took their swords out. Cleaning his throat, he asked for the man to get closer.

Her handwriting stood out from among the envelopes, and he reached for it with his heart in his hands. Without a moment to lose, he excused himself and went to his quarters. A private moment with his faraway queen.

In the letter, she told him of her adventures. The people she met and the good the Inquisition did. She told him of dragons and spiders and endless deserts and how much she would trade it all to spend a second by his side. How much it all wasn’t worth without him by her side.

He cried, clinging to her words. His body was as heavy as his tears, and he felt his body falling onto the bed. A fall that took years.

When he finally woke up, the crinkled paper remained in his hand. The sun was high in the sky, and he walked to the calendar on the wall. One less day before they met again… one more day without her there.

Walking to the study, he sought parchment and a feather. He wrote to her the newest gossip and how much he missed her. How miserable he was without her there.

He begged in his words. He pleaded with her to never forget about him. To come back to their planned future. To not leave him behind.

He wrote and begged. Professed his love and noticed the teardrops decorating the yellowed page. His eyes lifted to the heavens, and a prayer let his mouth.

The courier came and carried his letter away. Away to a place he couldn’t follow. Another day started. Another lonely and long day ahead of him.

So, he did his best under the circumstances… he half-listened and half-daydreamed.

Another couple of months dragged by. The courier came back. Something was different in his demeanor, though. A small smile played on his lips.

The letter in his hands was heavy on his way to his room. Closing the door behind him with his heel, he found himself alone. Alone. In their room.

With care and hope, he opened it, and a small object fell onto his lap. He turned the stone in his palm and rested it on the desk ahead of him.

With a deep breath, he reached for the parchment in the envelope. A simple sentence he didn’t understand.

Scratching his head, he read it aloud. The stone began to shine, and soon, a voice filled the room. Not any voice, though. Her voice.

In his hurry to grab the damned thing, he dropped it and cursed loudly, afraid he had broken it. When a giggle reached his ear, his heart calmed, and the longing subsided for a moment.

“Did you drop it, Love?”

“Of course not!” He held the small thing in his hand and threw himself in bed. A sheepish smile on his lips. And before she could say anything else , he interrupted her with a whispered, “I miss you.”

There was a moment of pause. A brief moment that made him worry to no end. A moment before he heard her first sob.

“I’m here.” His voice soft. “I’m here.”

For the next hour, they talked about everything, but mostly how much they missed each other. She explained to him that a mage named Dorian had given her the necessary enchantment to create the crystal so they could communicate. He asked her to thank him in his name, and she promised she would.

She told him she had to go. That the march into the fortress was near, and she needed to prepare.

The pause was a long one, and there was so much he wanted to tell her, but he opted for the simplest and one that he hoped would convey all he needed. “I love you.”

She chuckled on her end. “I love you too. When we finish kicking their asses, I’ll contact you again, so don’t lose the Crystal.”

He laughed. “I would never do that.”

And he never did.

Because that was the last time he heard her voice.

That was the last time he confessed his love.

It was the last time she told him she loved him.

When the official news of her disappearance reached the Ferelden Capital, he made her a monument. He turned the crystal into a necklace for everyone to see. To witness there would be no one else in his life.

When the first talks of a new queen emerged, he shut them down as quickly as they came.

There was no one he would love more. No, there was no one he would love but her.

And every night, he clung to the letters she had sent him. He wrapped his fingers around the Crystal and cried. He cried like a child. Like a man. A man who lost his heart and soul. A man who lost himself. He cried to sleep and after waking up.

He cried until he heard his name whispered in the dead cold night. He cried until he saw the Crystal’s light under his clothes. He cried when he heard her voice again. He cried when she promised she was coming back home.

He cried.

Because she had found her way home.

She had found her way to him again.

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Let me know what you think. Thank you for reading!