#sten x warden

[lavanderlavellan]

Me smashing them together like Barbie dolls

[elavoria]

My warden Amaryllia and all her knightly menfolk, plus some rogues for good measure—Loghain [first husband], Cullen [second husband], Sten [Blight boyfriend], Ser Perth [Redcliffe fling], Greagoir [au husband], and Zevran/Leliana/Isabela [that thing that happened one time].

[grimweaver]

"My Kadan" (I didn't forget Aithne's facial markings- they are semi-permanent)

[pikapeppa]

Hey Pika, I saw your "Iron Bull has no idea what romance or romantic relationships are like" and you'd mentioned that you wrote Sten like that. What was that fic? I'd love to read it! <3

Hey hey! Yes, my Stenwarden fic is called Fall Into The Tide, here on AO3! It's pretty short, ~54k words and 10 chapters, explicit smut later in the fic.

Summary in a nutshell: Warden Yara Mahariel decides, on an uncharacteristic whim, to take Sten up on his offer to accompany him on his journey home. FAIR WARNING, it's got a sad/bittersweet ending!

Bonus: a crappy sketch I did of myself loving Sten 😂😂😂

-- love from your friendly neighbourhood Pika!! xoxo

[mozzawind]

"When It comes to it, I will not look for you on the battlefield"

[Sten & Miri Surana]

The Loyalty Sten can have for the Warden warms my soul every day and getting to replay my canon Warden with him actually in my team has been a great joy

[ellanavhenan]

He had been sharpening Asala since they had found it in Redcliffe.

Read Stone and Stars on AO3

[springbreezes-and-peonies]

Template by Voiddemon! Here’s my City Elf Warden Mihris and Sten because I ship them yes! I love Sten so

MUUUUCH

[milton-chamberlain]

Finally I finished this poster! I really wanted to do my AU in the daa style, I was damn tired:D

[mossyarts]

im doing DAtober out of order to try at least a bit so heres my drawing of the Midday Meal prompt!

[eliphasgraham]

✨ Romance ✨

[sulky-valkyrie]

Hey Sulky! I'd love to see something with the Origins crew for the prompt "They all have different drinks in the morning, and all of them know by heart what and how the others like to drink theirs (for example coffee, tea and energy drink, coffee with milk, tea with a tiny bit sugar, and a very specific brand and sort of energy drink)" in 600 words or less!

Happy Friday, Lucky! Have 600 words on the nose of a slice of life of the DAO crew's morning drink habits for @dadrunkwriting

The door handle rattled loudly.  “Breakfast!”

Ris groaned and rolled to her back.  Leliana was always too chipper in the mornings, but this time she seemed particularly grating.  It made sense, and she’d regret it if she didn’t take advantage of it: real food, not a cookpot of whatever oats and barley and bits of dried meat they’d scraped together.  The arl’s estate in Denerim was by far the nicest place they’d slept, even if the arl himself left a great deal to be desired.

As she sat up, Alistair grumbled sleepily and wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her close.  “Five more minutes.”

Five would turn into ten, then twenty, then an hour, and breakfast would be cold or gone before they made it down.  “Now,” she yawned firmly.  “Bacon, Alistair.   Bacon and real bread and tea. With milk.”

That got his attention.  “You think?”

“We’ll never know if we don’t go down there.”  She slipped out of his grasp and tugged one of his shirts on.  "Come on.”

He sat up, stared blearily at her – his – clothes, then handed her the belt from his trousers.  “Dress fit for a queen.”  It practically was, minus the ‘queen’ bit.  With the belt around her waist, it bunched and flared out almost like a dress should.  Alistair was big, even for a human, and though Ris had the height to look most elven men in the face, she was still slender.  

A quick kiss later, and they headed downstairs and found Zevran and Leliana already eating, while Morrigan stirred her usual strange herb concoction in a wooden cup - not quite tea, because it dissolved instead of steeped, but something like it.  “Thought you'd be in bed at least until lunchtime,” she muttered.

Alistair blushed as he sat down as far from Morrigan as the table allowed.  Leliana passed him a mug of tea, and he frowned at it, then her.  “Did you –”

“It's got all the milk you want,” she interrupted as she offered a different to Ris as while she grabbed a plate.  “And none of it for you.”

Ris smiled in thanks as Sten appeared in the doorway holding a tankard.  “The brewmaster was reluctant to part with ale this early, but I prevailed.”  He put it down at an empty seat, then walked around to the coffee pot.  

Zevran grinned and slid a cup in front of him.  “No need, my good Sten.  I have yours right here, and with enough sugar that the spoon stood at attention, as befits a warrior of the Beresaad.”

“Your attention to my preferences will not make you any safer when my people return to conquer these lands.”

“Ah, but they will make me safer now, will they not?” Zevran replied cheekily.  “If I please you now, will you hold the line more firmly?  Turn a blade meant for my back?”

Sten rolled his eyes as he sipped his coffee.  Ris had sampled it once, and had found it so painfully sweet she thought her tongue might shrivel up and die, like a slug that had been salted.  

Wynne, Shale, and Ohgren were still missing, but that wasn't much of a surprise.  Ohgren was likely sleeping off a hangover, and Wynne had probably awoken hours ago and gone to Eamon's library.  Even as she wondered, Shale came in from the kitchen holding a steaming bowl and followed by a prancing wagging Borkin.

Alistair took a curious sniff as she put it down on the floor.  “Chicken broth?”

“The furry squishy one deserves a treat as much as the rest of you.”

[mrgoosedeus]

when Bioware wont give you the Sten romance so you say f it and do it yourself

[elavoria]

My warden Amaryllia and her romantic interests! Loghain, Cullen, Sten, Ser Perth—and even Greagoir, in an au. Plus her Battle of Denerim outfit. :3

[grimweaver]

Merevas: "As You Wish" P1

  A flood of cool hush filled the grand audience chamber of the Brecilian Ruins. Zathrian and The Lady of the Forest had perished when the curse was lifted, since both of their life forces were bound to it. The humans that were formally the remaining werewolves had no wish to linger, reasonably fearful of Dalish hunters set to be on their heals for revenge.

            While most of the members of their group combed the area for valuables, Aithne stayed in the chamber to reflect quietly, as she stared down at the pool of water that surrounded the base of a grand oak tree, watching the leaves that had dropped onto its surface dance with the currents of gentle ripples.

          Did I make the right choice? She asked the Maker in her heart, hoping that He would let her know in some way that she had. Urging Zathrian to end the curse seemed to be the moral choice, but would it cost them the support from the Dalish elves? No– it couldn’t. Whether they like the outcome or not, the Grey Warden Treaties obligates them to. But what about the cost of friendship and acceptance? How she had admired the elves since childhood–so much that she had considered running away to live among them when she was twelve. They had inspired her to master her ranger skills since before then, when her mother began telling her stories about them. I had us wage battle against their Keeper. He is dead because of that choice. They’ll do only what they have to, and then they’ll want nothing more to do with me. Another thing I have to heap onto the pile of sacrifices I’ve had to make in order to end the Blight… to be a Grey Warden first in every situation.

            Aithne was pulled away from these thoughts by the sound of movement behind her–- large and heavy steps approaching her slowly, metal pieces clanging together, scrunching leather. She knew it was Sten before she turned her head to see the person’s features– the only other person that wore heavy armor could not keep his yap shut for more than two minutes. 

            The qunari hadn’t left the chamber to loot the ruins either– in fact, he hadn’t even budged from where he was at the end of the battle until just then, with a hard, awe-stricken stare fixed on her as he searched himself for the right way to properly express how proud he was of her. In his book, she made the right choice. But when he thought he was confident enough that what he had gathered together in his mind should suffice, Aithne turned to look back at him. That face– filled with what he perceived to be a perfect fusion of beauty and commanding strength, with steely, focused green eyes that had enslaved his flesh the moment he could see them– turned his innards turned to jelly and incinerated what he was going to say. “Yet again, you have proven that you are… not quite as callow as I thought,” is what came out of his mouth after an anxious pause, instead of the novel’s worth of words to describe the way everything about her was moving all the mountains and seas of his inner being.  

            Aithne turned fully around as she crossed her arms and cocked her head, giving him a cold glare of death. ”Not as callow ??” she shot at Sten. “You thought I was callow? ?”

            “At first, yes,” Sten answered, as he shrugged his arms. “Truth can be a hard kick to the head sometimes, can it not? Do not worry– you will get over it eventually.” 

            Sten had permitted her to see his subtle, wry smirk. Aithne understood just then that he was just being a big tease, and that’s what saved him from another earful of rage from her. She reflected his grin, gave his arm a soft, playful punch, and said “Sometimes I wonder why I let you out of that cage!” 

            “I sometimes wonder that myself,” Sten replied. “It is one of the many things about you that I still struggle to understand.”

            “Well, there are lots of things I don’t understand about you .”

            “What is there to understand that I haven't already explained? There is much left to teach from the Qun, but I am a simple creature. I like swords and I follow orders–there is nothing else to know.”

            “You said so yourself that people are not simple." Aithne leaned forward as she crossed her arms, narrowed her eyes, and spiced up the tone of her voice when she added " You are no exception ." 

            She’s doing it again , Sten noted. She is flirting, and not while drunk . 

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[annoyingcattiger]

My Warden and Sten on a date

[theredviolets]

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