#King Alistair Theirin 'verse

[spainkitty]

WIP WEDNESDAY

Chapter 7: Cast into darkness The light we had won.

Nearly the entirety Part One (if not the fic) revolved around this one scene where Lanil FINALLY meets Alistair. Fantastic set up (imo) for the subplot they'll embark on after this.

#in all my fanfics (in my head living rent free) lane and ali are siblings #and it started because of this #For It Is Fleeting AU #Alistair jumpscare i mean cameo #DAI Alistair #King Alistair Theirin 'verse #lanil is AMGERY AND READY TO BITE #and dorian gentle little pet wondering when she'll pull her orange cat energy out and bite again im sO SOFT FOR THEM #kitty writes a thing #dai surana #lanil surana #dai fanfic #dragon age fanfiction #there are other characters there but i forgor i only care about lane ali and dory

[fatetcrn]

Some Absolutely Random Alistair Things: Royalty Edition.

You will have to literally physically wrestle him into anything fancy. He just wont have it. Nothing more elaborate than leathers, furs and simple weave cloth.

Alistair has no sense of diplomacy and doesn't feel the need to play any silly games with words. He will tell you exactly and directly how he feels about a situation and what his opinions are on any given matter. There is no posturing and double talk.

Initially leans heavily on Teagan for guidance and support. His only constant confidant across all verses but this reliance grows steadily less and less and it isn't long before Teagan is barely ever in Denerim letting his sort-of-nephew get on with things in his own unique way.

There are three crowns. One for daily wear when seated ( slouched and bored ) in the Great Hall as nobles have their audience with the King ( and Queen conditional ) where they come before him with their problems, grievances and complaints. One slightly more ornate one for more formal occasions such as banquets, galas and dinners / meetings with dignitaries from other counties. And then there is The Official Crown ( along with the scepter, orb and fur lined mantle ) only worn at coronations and other official ceremonies of state. He doesn't care for any of them.

Alistair has a small personal guard of trusted men and women and can often be found among them ( either sparring or drinking ) as he wont ask anyone to protect the Fereldan Royalty if he can't stand beside them.

He isn't into hunting, a hobby that would normally be considered appropriate for a Ferelden King but he does make sure the royal forests and areas around the city are maintained and protected.

He continues his interest in the arcane and collects magical/possessed artifacts… mostly to keep them away from anyone who would misuse them. There is a whole room full of these things on display to both keep them safe and for their arcane advisors to study.

Never stops collecting ornately carved figurines. He is a small boy inside.

Helps re-establish the Warden Compound in Denerim and builds up a massive library of Grey Warden Lore and History second only to that at Weishaupt.

Travels across Ferelden overseeing her restoration after the Blight. He is happier away from court among what the nobility would considerl "the ordinary. common" people. To him they are Ferelden.

Is in tentative negotiations with Orlais but can't be manipulated ( or charmed ) by the Empress.

Makes every effort to never be anything like either Cailan or Maric. This extends to his private relationships. Does not engage in affairs and dalliances.

There are those who insist he is an usurper or put on the throne as some Grey Warden bid for control or power. While not wanting to risk a civil war, he will not tolerate unrest. He knows from history that these things cannot always be solved without bloodshed and will fight those who threatens Ferelden's peace. But not 'at all costs' there are some prices that are just too high and if a compromise can be met he will take it. Many would call him idealistic and they might be correct but those who understand him refer to him as incorruptible. A king is to serve and this is something he doesn't want to forget.

it is the fact that he never wanted to be king, never wanted the power and status that makes him a good king. He does. however accept the responsibility reluctantly but not half-heartedly.

Can sometimes be found up into the early hours of the morning studying politics, law, history and anything that could be useful. This is not common knowledge and many still see him as flippant and ignorant but there is power in being underestimated.

In 9:38 he travels to Antiva following a lead to where he might find Maric and returns fully committed to being good king. Whatever that means. But he will endeavor to find out.

There is always that restless part of him that would give all this up in an instant. Theirin blood or not.

#ch : alistair #alistair : headcanon #throws out more ramblings into the void before i settle down to work on drafts #he has my soul

[shannaraisles]

A SNIP IN TIME 'VERSE

The three known heroes of Thedas as of 9:41 Dragon.

Gisela Cousland-Therin - one of two survivors of the Howe attack on the Cousland family, the woman who ended the Fifth Blight almost before it began, beloved Queen of King Alistair Theirin.

Left her home in Denerim mid-summer of 9:40 Dragon to seek out a cure for the Wardens who willingly inflict the Blight upon themselves to protect Thedas from what will come. A cure that may also save the life of her only child ...

***

Robert Hawke - a survivor of Lothering, and the reluctant Champion of Kirkwall. Brother to both a Warden and a mage, who has lost as much as he has gained. Was once closely associated with the Prince of Starkhaven, but events in Kirkwall appear to have ended that association.

Left Kirkwall in the wake of the destruction of the Chantry to prevent the threatened Exalted March. Last known location was somewhere in mid-Ferelden, before the explosion at the Conclave; appears to be investigating the proliferation of red lyrium ...

***

Athera Lavellan - the only known survivor of the explosion at the Divine Conclave, declared Herald of Andraste, and accepted leader of the Inquisition.

Seeking answers to her own mysteries as much as to the mysteries plaguing the Inquisition. Has proven her loyalty to the Inquisition many times over thus far. May be the only one who can stop Corypheus ...

#a snip in time #oc - gisela cousland-theirin #oc - robert hawke #oc - athera lavellan #the heroes of thedas

[thesummerstorms]

Idgaf, I’ve decided that in my personal DA canon, Anora is Queen Regnant, Fergus Cousland is her Prince Consort (in an entirely political marriage) who still spends most of his time in Highever, and they have a daughter who is the Crown Princess of Fereldan.

BioWare can bite me with the Magical Theirin Bloodline shit. Alistair doesn’t want to be king, can have a child to secure a dynasty, and, despite his compassion, doesn’t seem like he’d make a great king anyway.

He’s better off helping the Wardens reform after Clarel and Corypheus, because lord knows they need some reasonable folks with seniority there.

(This is also a verse where I headcanon that the stupid pointless decision in Here Lies the Abyss doesn’t happen, because there is literally no narrative purpose served by that sacrifice.

And my brain strategizes like “well, we need to leave the Wardens someone trustworthy and experienced to take over or they’ll be in a bad spot in the sequel”, but my spite at Alistair’s attitude toward my Warden in Crestwood has me leaving him in the Abyss and bringing Hawke home to Varric a good 50-75% of the time.)

[alistheir]

Verses - ( may be subject to edits )

canon verses

V;; stableboy: period between Alistairs birth, up bringing with arl Eamon, Templar training and Duncan's intervention.

V;; origins : can occur any time within the first dragon age game. In game choices will vary depending on what is discussed ooc with partners. Generally speaking however, will default with biowares canon of Alistair being king of Fereldan and will be verse V;; tbd. Highly suggest providing your timelines of your canon when discussing this with me pls and thank.

V;; warden: this verse is used for Alistair if he remains a grey warden after the first game. Affects events of DA:2 & DA:I respectively.

V;; betrayer: similar to the above but instead, Alistair remains a drunkard in DA:2 until Bann teagan retrieves him from the hanged man and returns to Fereldan as a stable hand once more for the arl. Aids the inquisition by attending to the horses in skyhold (DA:I)

V;; Silent Grove: deals with the events of the comics and alternate media (wip)

AU

V;; kingsgaurd - (Game of Thrones): after the fall of the mad king, royal house theirin crumbled from the alliance with aerys and all but the bastard child was left to be utilized to secure titles and property of the family, only then to be groomed to become a member of the kings guard. Alistair grows up in kings landing and is roughly 17 at the start of the books.

V;; for crows - ( The Witcher ): Fereldan is the eastern half of the continent where a curse grips the land since the conjunction of the spheres, creating undead creatures controlled by an ancient unseen force. Events similar to DA:O ensue now with the help of witchers. Alistair once again becomes king but with emphyr not far behind, civil wars for power ensue.

V;; Half blood - ( ACOTAR ): wip

V;; Hunted - ( Buffy the Vampire Slayer ): (wip) after failing to become a watcher, Alistair takes matters into his own hands and decides to take the hellmouth on by himself. Trouble ensues and inevitably he is rescued by the scooby gang.

V;; jokeking - ( King's Quest ): wip

#ooc #( im screaming #this is too many and i may rewrite lordy ) #verses

[keptvigil]

I was thinking about how Alistair is very clever and intelligent, he just downplays that to protect himself, and that led to thoughts of a verse where he’s king. It’s TDC canon that Eamon revealed his parentage, thus cornering him into taking the throne, and he married Anora to avoid another civil war. However, with Al clearly being an elf, Eamon is less likely to out him, and even if he floats the idea, Alistair has changed so much that he would fight against it. He’s not afraid to speak up for himself anymore; he’s not afraid to stand up to even Eamon.

But, the possibility of kingship is still there. Even being an elf, he is the last Theirin, and he’s successfully united Ferelden, Orzammar, the Dalish, the Circle against the Blight in the middle of a civil war. He also dominates at the Landsmeet. There are major Calenhad vibes here. He could make a push for the throne and succeed.

I can only think of Eamon cornering him and revealing his parentage at the Landsmeet. Always a possibility. But, I wonder if there’s a situation where he would make the push himself. All I can think of is if Anora (who knows from Cailan who Alistair’s father was) would not be assured that he had no designs on the throne and/or was adamant in siding with Loghain. Alistair does think she’s the right one for the throne and does support her, but if he is forced to defend himself or he makes him doubt her integrity as a ruler, he would step up. Not her capability, mind you, but her integrity.

#⊰ holly ⋄ a wild hobgoblin ⊱ #mobile. #this is not an attempt to criticize Anora or w/e #it’s just the reality that if she does side with Loghain #Alistair will not be understanding #after all Loghain has done. how he’s torn Ferelden apart. how he’s harmed its people especially its elven communities #he cannot look at anyone who would stand with him and consider them moral #and he doesn’t think Loghain deserves redemption #if Anora was on his side in the Landsmeet Alistair would view her as selfish and even self-serving above the needs of Ferelden #she’d say she loves her people #and he’d say of course just not the elves or the common folk or your husband #TO BE CLEAR in the usual storyline where Loghain is executed #and Anora doesn’t stand with him and she lets Alistair keep his secret #he retains his respect for her and is one of her supporters #this is just a hypothetical where that would be soured #he still wouldn’t execute Anora tho #just imprison her — at someone’s estate not in a prison #or exile her outside the kingdom #and if Eamon forces his secret out but Anora does not side with Loghain and she agrees to it #then he will enter a political marriage and will accept them being co-rulers #I think DA:O Al would accept being a consort actually #but TDC Al would not #he does not want the throne #but he KNOWS he can lead. he KNOWS he’s capable. and he REFUSES to return to a situation where he is powerless and disadvantaged #he will glady work with Anora but he will no longer be a pawn

[rxdonmyledger]

Coming home

Summary:  Sometimes you can't help it. Sometimes you want to forget. But sometimes you just need someone who you can call home.

This was not one of my best summaries, I'll admit. But we all love a sassy and cute Alistair.

Disclaimer: I do not own Dragon Age or their characters/lore/story.

I hope you enjoy it. I think we all have a thing for this sweet puppy. I tried to keep my female Amell without description except for the hair, so anyone can immerse themselves in the story.  I do not ask anything but if you want to support my writing and my economic situation, I could give you my Ko-fi! Thank you in advance. Anyway, enjoy my stories!

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The sunset turned the sky into a purple mantle that covered Denerim. The voices of the last merchants in the market echoed in the void. It could be possible to hear a fainted reminder of the Elf Alienage.

Another day passed.

He sighed and looked at his cup of wine, twirling it so the liquid caressed the inside. He was wearing simpler clothes than he was used to, the mantle long forgotten in his wooden chest, in the room. It was a weight on his shoulders he did not want to carry. At least not when he had the opportunity to be alone.

Claiming Ferelden’s throne had never been in his mind. In his own opinion, he was the last person capable of giving orders. Or leading. Maker, he didn’t even feel capable to lead the Mabari during his Blight days. And yet, it seems that it had not been his choice. It never was. Neither was his marriage to Anora.

Anora.

He snorted as he thought of his wife, emptying the cup before filling it again. The sweet smell of wine calmed his senses and he leant against the stone banister. One of the rooms near his had the windows open and he could hear the maids talking and chuckling, trying to muffle their sounds. He smiled at it, trying to remember when everything was easier. When he was a child, running down the halls of Redcliffe, or when he was a young man, training to be a templar.

His mind wandered to his wife again. Anora. How could someone describe Anora? Well, she was ambitious. She was determined and knew how she wanted things to be done. And she knew how to have them done. She was strong and she knew how to rule a country, that was out of question. Actually, she had been doing it for years while she was married to Cailan.

Yet, he didn’t like her. They got on well in the end, after a quite…difficult start in their marriage. The idea of beheading her father was a tricky matter. Yet, in the end he had learnt plenty of qualities from her and Eamon. How to rule, how to be a tactician. He could be well-versed in war and battlefield, but she was an expert politician and she knew how to manipulate those arrogant noble people to act on Ferelden’s benefit. He had to admit that.

She was good.

They were not close friends. But they respected each other and tried to improve their relationship. They would never be lovers, they both knew that. But the alliance had been better than they had expected.

Up to this time, he was still confused with her decision. The night he had come to his chambers and asked him to marry Anora if he wanted to go on with his birthright as Maric’s son and Ferelden’s heir. He had been astonished and he remembered himself standing in the middle of the room, the fire with a glowing orange light that outlined her figure, leaning against the fireplace. Maker, it seemed her ginger hair was on fire too.

“Don’t you…don’t you love me?”

Oh, sweet Andraste. The deeply sad smile she had forced in her beautiful lips. The way her shiny eyes had gone over his own face, as if he were still a child who needed to learn more about the real world. Probably that was the most probable option.

“I’m doing this because I love you, idiot” she replied with a faint voice and a playful tone. “Do you think you’d be allowed to marry someone…well, someone like me?”

Yes, he was an idiot. An idiot in love who thought that would be enough. But sometimes, desire was not enough. And then Morrigan’s thing had come. Maker, he hated when his mind wandered to that night.

What he remembered perfectly was him going back to his own chamber, finding her sitting on the bed, back against the headboard and hugging her knees. Seeing her like that broke his heart. His mind was blank, and he just approached the bed, laying on the soft mattress, too good to be real, after years of sleeping on a bedroll or the ground. She just laid by his side and opened her arms, as she always did, welcoming him. Her whole body surrounded him, and her hands rubbed his hair the way he loved.

They had made love. Slowly. Intimately. He wanted to erase every single rest of Morrigan’s touch. And she was the only one capable of doing that. Nobody knew what would happen. Would they defeat the Archdemon? Would they survive? Or would the world immerse in a future of darkness and despair?

If they had to die, at least they would live first. Together.

At first, he had his doubts about keeping her as his…Maker, he hated that word. Mistress. She did not deserve that. He wanted to be with her, marry her. Yet, she had been terribly pragmatic as always. Even Anora agreed with the deal, claiming Cailan had his own lovers. At least she would like this one.

It was done.

The arranged marriage was made public in the Landsmeet, after she had defeated Anora’s father, punishing him for his crimes. He thought about Loghain sometimes. He had betrayed his king and fellow warriors. He had committed treason. And yet, he had been helpful and valuable to Ferelden for years. Time had passed and he sometimes considered if it was the right thing to do.

He had made a speech and promised to come back to marry Anora after fighting the Blight. Everyone had celebrated the coronation of a Theirin heir. But his mind was not on the speech or the people who listened to him. He was like a tranquil, repeating the words that had been handed to him. His eyes wandered on those surrounding him, looking for his companions.

But they were nowhere in sight. And that broke his heart. Specially when it came to her.

He was alone in this.

Yet, he didn’t blame them. His companions had followed her to the fight. She was the natural leader, a sweet-caring woman with the rage of a dragon that could sew a mouth with her magic, a simple movement of her long fingers. She loved him, and he understood it was not easy to her to watch the man she loved marrying another woman, even if their relationship was going to continue.

He sighed and heard a soft knock on his door, followed by the creaking of the wood. He didn’t turn. It was probably Helena or one of the maids with his dinner.

“Leave it on the table. I’m not that hungry now”

But a king must be strong and healthy. You must eat something.

He could hear Eamon’s and Teagan’s voice in his mind. He shook his head, trying to clear his thoughts while the sun started to disappear in the horizon. The night was calm and silent. And that was when he noticed.

Too silent.

He had not heard the maid leaving the room and a shiver ran down his spine. His hand left the cup of wine with deliberate movements and went for the dagger in his belt, prepared to defend himself from the threat. Even if he was not a fighter anymore, he was still skilled and prepared. Strong and fast, ready to attack.

Suddenly, a painless aura seemed to envelop his body and he discovered with fear that he couldn’t move a single inch. He tried to resist, to wriggle and escape from that magic prison. Maker’s sake, he hated that. Magic was something that kind of admired but feared, knowing he could be powerless in a battle with a mage.

Then he heard it. A chuckle.

Her chuckle.

“Alistair Theirin. I’m surprised you let me defeat you so easily” Her voice. Soft like silk sheets. Like a Sunday morning with the sun peeking through the curtains. Even in his state, without looking at her, Alistair could notice she was grinning.

“Eyra” The feeling of her magic surrounding him disappeared and he sighed, rubbing his muscles before turning.

There she was. With her light purple tattoos on her face. Her red hair framing her beautiful features and her clothes, typical of a mage. She never felt comfortable with the heavy Grey Wardens clothes. She always said they made her feel slow.

Memories hit him as if someone had punched him in the stomach. The first time he saw her when she was a mere recruit, brought by Duncan from the Circle after doing only the Maker knew what. The way they had survived, how he had hugged her when she appeared from the inside of Flemeth’s house. Camp nights, telling stories and mocking the other.

Their first kiss. Their first…Oh, sweet Maker.

Eyra approached the man with a smile and the air was cut from their lungs. Even if she kept her façade, she was as nervous as he was. It had been too many years. A long time separated from each other.

“I…I…” he stuttered, and she laughed, watching as blush crept from his neck to his cheeks before his lips twitched in that boyish smile she loved. The way she could make him nervous was unbelievable.

“You…you” she teased, crossing her arms over her chest before Alistair ran and picked her up, making her to scream. “Alistair, no!”

They twirled and laughed, not caring about anybody hearing them. They knew. Everybody knew about their king being in love with the Commander of the Grey Wardens and they did not care. Anora and him were good, so what?

“I can’t believe you are here!” he exclaimed, burying his fingers and face on her hair. She still smelled like blueberries. “Unless I fell from the balcony and I hit my head. That could be a possible reason as well”

“It seems you are the same idiot I left here” Eyra replied with a smile, nuzzling her face on his shoulder, resting her body against his. His hands went to her waist and he chuckled, the vibrations rumbling against her chest.

“C’mon. You love it”

“Just because I have no choice with you it doesn’t mean I love you”

“Ahhhhhh, you said it. You said you love me” Alistair started to pinch her and hit her with his index finger, only for her to laugh and try to escape from his strong grip.

“Maker’s breath, you’re the king of Ferelden. Behave!”

“That’s why I can allow myself to misbehave”

“You are unsufferable” She replied, and Alistair stared at her. The last sunrays made her hair shine. It was like a fire, threatening to consume him all. Her sweet smile and her lovely eyes on his own. “How you have you been here?”

“A few hours”

“What? And you didn’t come to see me?”

“I was having tea with Anora”

Alistair’s face was priceless at this information and Eyra chuckled, walking inside the room and taking off his cloak, tossing it on a chair. The man followed her like a puppy, and he moved his hands in an exaggerated manner.

“Are you telling me you went to have tea with my wife before coming to see me?” Eyra bit her lip and nodded, smiling like a child. Alistair huffed and feigned indignation. “My wife and my lover together! I can’t believe! Having tea and pastries without me”

“Don’t forget the cake, dear”

“Of course! You had cake without me! I despise you, Mage” he added with a voice that was intended to sound cruel and mischievous but failed in the attempt.

Both women had forged a bond over the years. Eyra had admitted Anora’s qualities as a queen and Anora was surprised with her work as the Commander of the Grey Wardens and her title as Arlessa of Amaranthine. When some political matters had to be discussed, Eyra usually went to Anora and the queen looked for her advice when necessary. All of this under the astonished gaze of Alistair, who could not believe it.

“Cailan had his affairs, dear” Anora had said one night they were having dinner together. “I don’t mind you having one. Especially if you truly love her. I can’t blame you and this political situation. Besides, she’s an exquisite person. A natural leader and an incredibly talented mage”

Maker, he had not only one but two pragmatical women.

“Did you even bring me a piece, at least?” Eyra pointed at the tray with her head and Alistair grinned like a child. “Andraste’s breath, I love you. Did I say that? Yes? Good”

“You love me because I brought you cake?”

“AND cheese!” Alistair exclaimed, raising his plate before taking a mouthful of food, much to Eyra’s disgust.

“Honestly, my mabari has better manners than you while eating”

“But I smell better”

“Well” Eyra scrunched her nose. “You are levelled with him”

“Hey! Don’t hurt my manly feelings, you woman!” Eyra raised her hands, smiling and took the fork to grab some food.

Time passed and both enjoyed a delightful dinner. It was summer and the balcony’s door was open, allowing the soft night breeze coming into the room. The candles lightened Eyra’s face and made her eyes shine with sparkles. Even her tattoos seemed brighter. Alistair had his chin on his hand, listening to her stories about how she had wandered around the world.

“Honestly, I thought that beast was going to bite me” she finished with a chuckle, shaking her head and taking her cup to drink. Before it took her lips, Eyra smiled sweetly at her lover’s gaze. “What?”

“Nothing. It’s just…I missed this. I missed you” Alistair grabbed her hand and kissed her knuckles, one by one, making her giggling. His brown eyes looked at her intensely. “Did you…come here to tell something about…?

He didn’t even finish the sentence before she shook her head. Eyra already knew what the question was.  The reason why she had left Amaranthine to go all over Thedas. The reason why Alistair and the mage had been separated for years.

He knew he was pressured to have a child. An heir to the Theirin legacy. A new king or queen of Ferelden. Yet, with the taint, it was difficult. He had tried several times, even if he avoided Anora’s chambers as much as he could. Yet, it was useless. She was not pregnant.

Alistair remember their wedding night. He was nervous, sweaty, and the looks she was giving him didn’t help. He didn’t want to sleep with Anora, he wanted to sleep with Eyra. Still, his wife talked to him, trying to calm him down enough to perform his duty. And he did, with a bittersweet taste in his mouth.

“I’m sorry, my love” Eyra muttered in a mere whisper. Alistair’s eyes softened and he leant to press a kiss to her forehead.

“It’s not your fault. You will do it. If someone can, it’s you. I still remember our days in the party, from one side of Ferelden to the other, fighting darkspawns and monsters and dragon and you were the sweetest girl I’ve ever met” Eyra smiled softly, leaning against his shoulder. She loved the sound of his voice. “And you were always caring for us. Protecting us”

“And trying to stop Morrigan and you from killing each other”

“Oh, and do you remember when I felt jealous of your mabari?”

“What?” Eyra frowned and observed Alistair’s face turning crimson. Her mouth opened and she squealed. “Andraste’s breath! You were jealous of a dog!”

“No, I…did I say that? No, no. Of course not” Alistair coughed and tried to cover his blush with his cup, while Eyra held her head with her hand, grinning at him. “Okay, fine! Maybe I was a bit jealous of your dog. I mean, he could sleep with you!”

Eyra laughed heartily until tears rolled down her cheeks and her stomach hurt. Alistair had his arms crossed over his chest, staring at her with an eyebrow raised.

“I’m sorry. It’s just so funny. It seems they were right”

“What? Who?”

“Leliana, Zevran, Morrigan…” she counted with her fingers and Alistair slapped his face, shaking his head.

“Maker…I’m embarrassing myself”

“Yeah, well. That’s part of your charm, I guess”

“Is that so? Well, then…” Effortlessly, he grabbed Eyra and placed her over his lap, with her legs on the sides. He nuzzled his nose against hers, smiling. “Tell me, what other charms are irresistible to you”

“I didn’t say you were irresistible”

“You don’t have to. I can see it over your beautiful puppy eyes when you look at me”

Eyra sighed when he wriggled his eyebrows, his smile always in his lips. She chuckled and put both arms around his neck, lowering her voice while biting her lip. It had been a long time since they held each other. It was like an echo of another time. Their bodies had memory and remembered every single kiss and touch. And sweet Andraste, how much they had missed it.

Alistair’s hands cupped both of her cheeks and she leant, closing her eyes and enjoying that feeling. He stared at her, mesmerized, trying to memorise every single feature of her for when she left. Unable to hold himself any longer, he leant and pressed his lips against hers, a soft, delicate, and feather-like kiss that made their heads to spin. They felt dizzy as their mouth moved in a non-spoken agreement.

“Eyra…” he muttered when they moved back, breathing each other’s air and staring at their eyes, blown with not-so-subtle lust. The mage kissed the tip of his nose and moved over his jaw, feeling Alistair’s hands gripping his waist. When she reached his earlobe and licked it, he groaned and stood up, forcing her to stand.

His brown eyes looking at her as he walked until her knees hit the massive mattress. Even if time had passed and he was no longer a warrior, Alistair was still strong and could lift her without problem. Eyra bit her lip, just to tease him and his eyes followed the movement, tongue licking his own lips. His breath was ragged, as if he had been fighting darkspawn for hours.

Eyra went to unlace her shirt but his hand, bigger than her own, stopped her.

“No, I want to do it”

She smiled and nodded, letting her arms hang by her sides, observing his movements. They were deliberated, slow, enjoying every inch of skin displayed to him. His calloused hands caressed it before replacing them with his soft lips, peppering kisses over her jaw and neck, nipping and biting. Eyra’s breath hitched and soon her upper part was bare except for her breast band. Alistair frowned and stared at the cloth.

“I still hate that”

The woman chuckled and shook her head, feeling his hands caressing her hips, circling the skin with his thumbs. Soon they moved upwards, where her breasts were craving for his attention. Alistair bit the tender skin between the neck and the shoulder, and she gasped, noticing his smile against her skin. Her hands buried in that hair she loved and pressed his body against hers.

Soon the knot that held the band together and tossed it on the floor, staring at her body with admiration. To Alistair, not even Andraste could compare to his lover. She smiled shyly, as she did the first time they slept together inside her tent.

He felt a twitch in his heart, the memory of his camp nights still fresh in his mind. Sometimes he wondered what would have happened if he had left with the Grey Wardens, being her second-on-charge.

“Are you going to stay there all night, or will you do something?” she teased, biting her lip and wiggling her hips so the rest of her clothes fell, leaving her bare in front of him. Alistair felt his throat dry and swallowed hard. “Yet, I think it’s not fair that you are still dressed”

“No? Well, I’m the king here, and I think I might deserve having a little bit of advantage” he winked, and she punched him in the shoulder playfully before she started to undress him.

His broad chest was still tanned and strong. He had some scars here and there, the results of his time as a Grey Warden with Duncan and the travelling he had done with Eyra and the rest of the companions. He had some chest hair down his navel, where his breeches started. Alistair picked her up and placed her on the mattress, straddling her hips. He peppered his neck with kisses while his hands went to her breasts, touching and caressing them. Eyra gasped when his thumbs circled her nipples and arched her back.

“So sensitive. As always.” he grinned against her skin and lowered his head, capturing her nipple with his mouth, making her moan. “I miss those sounds. The softness of your skin…” Eyra pulled at his hair, placing her legs around his waist. His clothed length rubbed against her thigh and she felt her mind going blank. “I wonder…If I can make you come as I used to…”

Alistair’s wicked smile remained in his features as he went down her body, pressing kisses on her skin. Eyra knew where this was going, so her head hit the pillows, biting her lower lip. His hands caressed her thighs almost tenderly, peppering kisses all over the skin until his breath fanned against her folds.

“Oh, sweet Maker…I missed this”

Before Eyra had a chance to reply, he pressed his tongue against her clit, circling slowly, teasingly. His calloused fingers caressed her wet folds while his free arm forced her waist to the mattress. The mage huffed and writhed, letting small whimpers escape her throat.

“Alistair…” she muttered, grabbing and pulling his hair with both hands.

“I love when you say my name, my dear”

She moaned and tried to get free from his grip, only to be stronger. Alistair moved his head both sides, tapping and licking. Eyra screamed his name when she felt two fingers inside her, looking for that spot that made her mind go blank. In a few minutes, that man had the Commander of the Grey Wardens begging for release, which he gladly complied. The knot in her stomach tightened and her legs shook around Alistair’s head. His brown eyes observed her, not wanting to miss a single thing.

And oh, how he loved watching her come like that, eyes shut and hands gripping the sheets as if her life depended on it. Her chest moved as she tried to catch her breath and he rode her orgasm until she couldn’t take it any longer. When Alistair moved away, his chin was covered with her fluids and Eyra felt her whole body burning in shame.

“Oh, Maker. Are you blushing? The great Hero of Ferelden?”

“Stop mocking me” she replied with her muffled voice, as she had covered her face. He laughed and kissed her body, cupping her face.

“It was beautiful. You are beautiful”

Eyra Amell felt the sting of tears on her eyes and closed them when their lips touched. Her hands caressed his back, feeling his taut muscles. Soon they moved down the spine, raising goosebumps under the touch until they reached his ass, grabbing it.

“Hey!” Alistair shrieked with a smirk, making her laugh.

“Stop complaining, you love it” she replied, pecking at his nose before helping him remove his breeches. He stood there, kneeling by her side and Eyra couldn’t stop herself.

She pushed him until he fell on the mattress, his gaze following every single movement. She smirked and straddled him, rubbing her core against his length. Alistair gasped and grabbed her hips. Eyra placed her hands on his broad chest and, without taking his eyes off him, sank herself to the hilt. Slowly, intimately. The only sounds in the room where their breaths, rhythmic and ragged. Alistair groaned when he filled her completely.

“Maker…” he muttered, feeling his head dizzy at the feeling of her warm inside around him. “It’s been a long time…”

“Too long” said Eyra with a croaked voice, rocking her hips.

It took her a while to get used to it, but soon they moved at unison. Their bodies were like a puzzle that fit perfectly. The moans, the sweat, rolling down their bodies. The movements were deliberated, slow. They had all night to feel each other, taste each other. There was no need to rush.

His feet were on the mattress and his hips moved to meet her movements. They became faster, harder. Skin slapping skin, the sound echoing in the room. Moans, whimpers and soft words of love. Everything they wanted to say and couldn’t over the years. In that moment, they were no longer king and commander. They were just to lovers, as they were in their tents.

Eyra’s nails dragged lines over his shoulder and Alistair sat down, circling her body with his arms. His forehead against hers. One of his hands went to his small bundle of nerves and her body tensed. He knew she was close. She could feel it.

“C’mon, my love…oh, sweet Andraste…”

He pumped his hips faster and her body shivered while pleasure ran over her veins. She closed her eyes and Alistair kissed her, swallowing her moans. Her hands pulled his hair and he felt himself coming inside her, shuddering.

“Alistair…” she muttered with half-lidded eyes, peppering kisses over his face.

Without saying a word, they laid down and covered themselves with the mattress, caressing each other and making the other laugh. The following day they would have to remain serious and professional. And soon, she would leave again.

For now, that was not important. They had each other in their arms.

#Alistair #Alistair Theirin #Dragon Age #Dragon Age fanfic #Alistair fanfic #Female Amell #Alistair Smut #Female Mage #Dragon Age Origins

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 My multi muse DAO based is now reality! 

It’s still a work in progress but I’m too impatient to wait for it to be perfect!! For now: 2 HoF + Alistair and The LOST (I can’t wait to write him, I always wanted a Darkspawn as my muse! VERY likely, I’ll add Sten to the list bc GUYS, he’s just fantastic... Muses under the cut! Follow, if you like!

Alistair Theirin, the fatherless kind of bastard.

Verses: Templar, Warden, King, Drunk.

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Kiera Cousland, Rage and  Revenge.

Verses:  Warden, HoF, Warden Commander, Queen of Ferelden.

FC: Jennifer Lawrence.

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The Lost: son of the Blight.

Verse: Once mindless creature, he fought to save Amaranthine. Now lurks in the shadows observing the humankind.

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Raluca Brosca:  noble duster.

Verses: castless, warden, HoF, Warden Commander.

FC: Karen Gillan.

#ablightcdworld #SO EXCITED!!! #vaneggiamenti mondani || ooc

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𝑪𝑯𝑨𝑹𝑨𝑪𝑻𝑬𝑹 𝑺𝑯𝑬𝑬𝑻

repost,  don’t reblog !

𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐬 !

FULL NAME.      Alistair Theirin PRONUNCIATION.     (al) (is) (stair) NICKNAME.      None GENDER.         Cis men HEIGHT. 6′1 AGE.  about mid 30s as king ZODIAC.      unknown SPOKEN LANGUAGES. comon

𝐩𝐡𝐲𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐬 !

HAIR COLOR.       brown EYE COLOR.        chocolate SKIN TONE.         tan BODY TYPE.         lean with muscles ACCENT.       British accent, or Ferelden   DOMINANT HAND.         right-handed. POSTURE.         Pretty average.  SCARS.     Down his back and some on his arms from battle TATTOOS.        none, maybe a warden one BIRTHMARKS.       none  MOST NOTICEABLE FEATURE(S).       his smile

𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐝 !

PLACE OF BIRTH.      Denrim HOMETOWN.         Denrim BIRTH WEIGHT.        6 pounds, 11 ounces BIRTH HEIGHT.          18 in MANNER OF BIRTH.         natural birth FIRST WORDS.         Unknown SIBLINGS.      two siblings Goldanna and Calian PARENTS.    Maric (father), Fiona (mother) PARENTAL INVOLVEMENT.    bastard son to King Maric and a slave girl. barely knew either because he lived in the chantry when he was younger.

𝐚𝐝𝐮𝐥𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 !

OCCUPATION.       Grey Warden or King CURRENT RESIDENCE.         Denrim CLOSE FRIENDS.        depending on the verse RELATIONSHIP STATUS.          Single FINANCIAL STATUS.       king of Ferelden so well DRIVER’S LICENSE.    No CRIMINAL RECORD.        yes? VICES.      Hastiness,  moodiness, stubbornness

𝐬𝐞𝐱 & 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 !

SEXUAL ORIENTATION.       usually straight but can be bisexual ROMANTIC ORIENTATION.       biromantic PREFERRED EMOTIONAL ROLE.       submissive |  dominant |  switch. PREFERRED SEXUAL ROLE.     submissive |  dominant  |  switch. LIBIDO.       pretty high TURN ON’S. intelligence, kindness, empathy TURN OFF’S. being too self centered LOVE LANGUAGE. physical touch and quality time RELATIONSHIP TENDENCIES. he wants to be with someone who is also his best friend. he doesn’t view sex as an essential part of a relationship. A nice part, sure, but not essential. 

𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐨𝐮𝐬 !

CHARACTER’S THEME SONG.     I wouldn’t call them theme songs, but this cover of World Domination How To reminds me of her HOBBIES TO PASS TIME.        reading, playing chest or spending time in the wilderness MENTAL ILLNESSES.   none that he knows of PHYSICAL ILLNESSES.        None. LEFT OR RIGHT BRAINED.     does he have one? lol right brained PHOBIAS. losing himself or loved ones SELF CONFIDENCE LEVEL.  tends to belittle himself VULNERABILITIES.      Emotions, fear in particular

TAGGED BY:  Stolen from @lathal​

TAGGING: Anyone who wants to do it

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𝑪𝑯𝑨𝑹𝑨𝑪𝑻𝑬𝑹 𝑺𝑯𝑬𝑬𝑻

repost,  don’t reblog !

𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐬 !

FULL NAME.      leliana PRONUNCIATION.       leh-lee-ah-na NICKNAME.       leli, red, shadow of birds, nightingale GENDER.         female HEIGHT.         5′10″ AGE.           39 (beginning of inquisition) 42 (trespasser) ZODIAC.         cancer SPOKEN LANGUAGES.            native orlesian speaker, fluent in the king’s tongue and antivan. has cursory elvhen knowledge.

𝐩𝐡𝐲𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐬 !

HAIR COLOR.       ginger. EYE COLOR.        light blue. SKIN TONE.         pale with freckles. BODY TYPE.        slender, has developed more noticeable curves as she’s aged. ACCENT.         orlesian (french) VOICE.         he has a soul? DOMINANT HAND.         right. POSTURE.         straight, arms behind her back. SCARS.         a map of them sprawl across her back with some on her legs and a nasty one above her right hip. TATTOOS.         n/a. BIRTHMARKS.         n/a MOST NOTICEABLE FEATURE(S).       her hair and tall stature, along with the cowl she wears.

𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐝 !

PLACE OF BIRTH.        south reach, ferelden. HOMETOWN.         val royeaux, orlais. FIRST WORDS.         “momma.” SIBLINGS.         n/a. PARENTS.         oisine and an unknown father. lady cecilie vaseur acted as her guardian after oisine died. PARENTAL INVOLVEMENT.         she never knew her father. oisine died when she was four. lady cecilie was a doting guardian who lavished her with gifts and tried to ensure that she would have the skills necessary for life in orlais.

𝐚𝐝𝐮𝐥𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 !

OCCUPATION.         left hand of the divine, spymaster of the inquisition. CURRENT RESIDENCE.          skyhold. CLOSE FRIENDS.         zevran arainai, alistair theirin, wynne, josephine montilyet, cassandra pentaghast, orion, divine justinia v. RELATIONSHIP STATUS.    ��     verse dependent, defaults to single. FINANCIAL STATUS.         well off. DRIVER’S LICENSE.        yes (modern) CRIMINAL RECORD.         was framed for treason. her criminal record was expunged when she was chosen as the left hand of the divine. VICES.        drinks often, but mostly socially.

𝐬𝐞𝐱 & 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 !

SEXUAL ORIENTATION.         bisexual. ROMANTIC ORIENTATION.         biromantic. PREFERRED EMOTIONAL ROLE.       submissive |  dominant |  switch. PREFERRED SEXUAL ROLE.       submissive  |  dominant  |  switch. LIBIDO.         average to high. TURN ON’S.         high romance, long conversations about nothing, heroism. TURN OFF’S.        needless cruelty, bigotry, disrespect of her faith. LOVE LANGUAGE.    songs and stories, occasional gifts and romantic nights. touching when nearby. RELATIONSHIP TENDENCIES.       she doesn’t let the romance die, even when a relationship goes past being a decade old. the older she gets, the less open she is with her affections, preferring to keep most things private. she’s no stranger to being apart from her beloved for long periods of time, but she likes keeping in touch with letters when possible.

𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐨𝐮𝐬 !

CHARACTER’S THEME SONG.         wicked games by raign. HOBBIES TO PASS TIME.         singing, storytelling, playing the lute. MENTAL ILLNESSES.        ptsd. PHYSICAL ILLNESSES.         none. LEFT OR RIGHT BRAINED.         left brained. FEARS.      loss, ending up like marjolaine. SELF CONFIDENCE LEVEL.         high in her professional abilities. moderate in anything else. VULNERABILITIES.        she’s in a constant struggle between her nature of caring too much and her job that requires her to detach herself. loss and grief can either motivate her further or shut her down, and without the support of divine justinia this only escalates.

TAGGED BY:   @theharellan TAGGING:    anyone who’d like to

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vir lath sa’vunin

The end of the Fifth Blight heralds a new dawn for Ferelden and her peoples, but consolidating support for the young new king will not be easy, and rebuilding would be an arduous task even without the threat of residual darkspawn and fresh new horrors lingering in the wake of the Archdemon. Aelinor Surana and Alistair Theirin will need all the strength, savvy, cunning, and knowledge they can muster if they are to heal their country's hurts. With help from friends new and old and their love for each other, they will face down adversity as they always have: together.

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Note: "Vir Lath Sa'vunin" is a line from Leliana's Song - the one she sings to the warden after Zathrian and/or the Lady of the Forest die during the Nature of the Beast quest line. It is an old elven song that Keeper Lanaya may share with you in the form of a codex entry. The line means "we love one more day." 

Relevant to this chapter: There is an actual in-game conversation you can have with Anora in which she will directly ask you if you and Alistair are together. It really took me off guard because in my playthrough I was careful not to mention anything to Anora about Alistair other than that I think he would make a better king than she thought. But she was too sharp for my love to go unnoticed lol. You can see that conversation here. 

Chapter 3: A Fereldan’s Best Friend

Aelinor entered after the announcement of the arls and teyrns in attendance but before the banns. Traditionally, the king’s chamberlain would have been second only to the king, but she had feared seeming too much of an upstart by taking her place at his side, much as he had wished her to dare it. She had become chamberlain during his coronation ceremony and like his kingship it had been openly communicated to the rest of the kingdom, but there had been no separate ceremony conferring the title and responsibilities on her. This would be her first formal appearance as the chamberlain and with so many visiting dignitaries present, she could scarce afford to make mistakes.

She came in through a side door with little fanfare from the major domo as per her request, and bowing to the king, attempted to melt into the crowd and mingle with Leliana’s advice in mind. She could feel many sets of eyes on her, leering, appraising, disdaining. Her heartbeat fluttered in her throat, but she kept her spine straight and her gaze level. There were no mages here, and the only elf besides herself in attendance was Shianni, but there were a few other familiar faces. Her background being what it was and feeling the need to justify it, she inhaled deeply and approached the gaggle of chantry sisters first.

“Sister Justine!” Aelinor inclined her head in the direction of the Denerim Chantry’s curator, who was surrounded by a number of other church officials deep in conversation. “How are your studies progressing?” Sister Justine smiled and motioned her closer. Her dark blond hair was elegantly braided as usual, though there were dark shadows beneath her eyes. Ever since the discovery of the Sacred Ashes’ final resting place she had likely been burning the candle at both ends.

“Lady Surana, come, we were just discussing the latest excavation in the old temple above Haven. The etchings we have made of verses long lost from the Chant are an archivist’s dream–both those you found, and those Brother Genitivi and many others have uncovered since.”

“Long lost? Or stricken?” remarked one of the other sisters with a sour expression. Justine raised an eyebrow at her.

“Wilhelmina, you know very well none of them connect to any of the Dissonant Verses, or perhaps to any verses we know of at all. Taking joy in their recovery is far from controversial.” Wilhelmina sniffed but said no more, narrowing her eyes at Aelinor. Being an elf and a mage and a public official, she was a flagrant offense to the natural order of things most conservative Andrastians adhered to, so it was hardly surprising.

“I can understand Sister Wilhelmina’s caution,” Aelinor said, hoping she would seem reasonable rather than sycophantic, little as she cared to appeal to someone so ready to hate her. “I did find a great deal of these writings in the den of dragon cultists, after all. But so long as we have veteran researchers like Sister Justine and her fellow scholars on hand, I trust they will parse the truth from the apocryphal. In any case, the authenticity of the ashes themselves can hardly be doubted. Without them, all of Denerim may have been corrupted by the Blight now, so I think we can all agree that the Maker had a hand in our deliverance, regardless of what may yet be discovered.” Though Wilhelmina stared her down obstinately, many of the other sisters looked at her thoughtfully or even nodded enthusiastically as Justine did. Leliana’s advice was working like a charm.

Suddenly all the sisters about her were bowing, and Aelinor turned to find that Alistair was standing right behind her, clad in leathers threaded with the strong geometric designs characteristic of the Alamarri. She bowed herself even as she sighed inwardly. He had not held out for very long.

“Your Majesty?”

“My dear sisters of the Chantry, I must allow you to excuse Lady Surana for a moment, as Arl Wulff desires her audience.”

“Yes, of course, King Alistair,” said Sister Justine. “Thank you again to you both for your service to the Chantry. I very much look forward to sharing my findings with you in the weeks and months to come.” Aelinor nodded and moved to Alistair’s side as they walked away. The dining hall was vast and Arl Wulff was located conveniently at its far end.

She noticed Alistair’s arm twitch at his side, no doubt out of force of habit. When they walked alone together, it was rare indeed that he did not take her arm in his own.

“Alistair...”

“Yes, my dear, I know,” he whispered. “I know being within twenty feet of me in the public eye makes you uncomfortable, but people will talk no matter what. We do not need to be miserable, merely professional.” She looked up at his face, but he was staring straight ahead and talking out of the corner of his mouth. So Leliana had managed to get through to him too. She smiled.

“No, you’re right. There have been few female chamberlains in the history of the country in any case, much less mage or elven individuals who have held the position, male or female. They were always going to talk. We can enjoy each other’s company even in public if we are discreet, which you have been. I am grateful for it.” He nodded slightly, and could not suppress a half-smile from quirking the edge of his lips.

“You should be. It’s all I can do not to kiss you right now.” She could feel her flush creeping up the back of her neck again and blessed the high embroidered collar she wore for covering up the worst of it.

“Not to worry, Your Majesty...I’ll be certain to show you how grateful I am once we’re alone.” Alistair said nothing to that and instead cleared his throat a bit too loudly and placed his hand for the briefest of moments at the small of her back, guiding her toward the upper right corner of the room below the dais where the Arl of the West Hills commanded a lively group of nobles. They quieted and bowed at the king’s approach, eying her with curiosity.

“My chamberlain, Lady Aelinor Surana.” She curtsied, and meeting their gazes afterward was not nearly as daunting as she had thought it would be. Of course, it helped to have the king at her side, but this crowd in general seemed to take her presence in better humor than many in attendance.

“How fare the West Hills, Arl Wullf?” she asked. The south had taken the brunt of the horde’s incursion, and would be slow to recover. But she did not want to shy away from the obvious.

“Poorly,” he replied, “but improving with the help of the capital. There is green there still, and the fall will yield a harvest. In the meantime, your efforts with the dwarves to lower the price of provisions for us in the Frostbacks have proven most helpful. And the horde itself is all but vanquished.”

“And yet,” said a new voice in careful, even tones, “is not much of the ‘help of the capital’ owed to Orlais? For it is their Wardens who have bivouacked there with the king’s approval.”

A new face emerged from the crowd, fair-skinned and clear-complexioned. Anora Mac Tir. Aelinor turned and regarded her levelly, but without malice.

“Lady Mac Tir, I need not remind you that while the Wardens have historically overstepped their bounds on certain occasions, their loyalty has always been to themselves and to their mission of protection against the Blight. In the West Hills, the Blight remains and is combated with their help. There is no ambiguity in it in my accounting, but I invite you to find some yourself, should you seek it.”

“If you don’t trust the Wardens’ understanding of it, I wonder what you consider mine, Anora?” Arl Wulff added gruffly. “The self-important prattle of an old man who seeks to solicit favors for his holdings? If you don’t believe me, visit my arling or any portion of the south yourself. The farmers fending off raiding parties and dying of plague will surely lay your suspicions to rest.”

“I did not mean to question the gravity of your situation,” Anora replied coolly. “Merely to point out how easily the enemy might move on us once these Wardens overstay their welcome.”

“Regardless of the loyalty of the Orlesian Wardens, under other circumstances Ferelden would have had its own force,” Alistair cut in, voice hard and sharp with anger. “But fate would have it otherwise, it seems.”

“Indeed,” replied Anora. “Fate would have them on the throne and in the palace chambers.”

Aelinor controlled her sharp intake of breath even as her heart pounded in her ears. Anora had baldly put the question to her prior to the Landsmeet–did she have feelings for Alistair, given the way she spoke of him in such glowing terms? Why did she believe an inexperienced and naive young man like himself could be king? Aelinor had merely replied that she thought Alistair would make a better king than Anora believed and the then-queen had let the matter drop. But of course, she had held onto her read on the situation. It was correct, after all. And Aelinor almost laughed aloud at the pun and how it could be taken as merely a statement of truth or as a double-entendre: a chamberlain in the palace chambers. It was meant to get a rise out of her and Alistair, but she would not let it. Hopefully, Leliana had schooled him well enough that it would not get to him either. She would have put a hand on his shoulder to remind him of the necessity of restraint but of course that would have just put proof to Anora’s thinly veiled accusation.

But before she could so much as speak, there was a commotion in the small crowd as her mabari barreled through the assembled nobles to reach her side, bumping his muzzle against her hand and squeezing in between herself and Alistair.

“What are you doing here, boy?” she said sharply. He wagged his tail and barked with gusto, then looked up at the rest of the crowd with dark, liquid eyes suggesting an innocence Aelinor knew he did not have. “Well, as he seems to have introduced himself without all due courtesy, I shall do my best to atone for him on his behalf. This is my mabari, Shadow. I managed to heal him of the Taint he contracted at Ostagar and he’s followed me ever since.”

Arl Wulff crouched down to get a better look at him and Shadow barked excitedly. “A fine beast. If I am not mistaken, he has recently sired several litters of puppies known for their resilience and ferocity as much as their sweet temper. I gave one such whelp to my daughter.”

Aelinor smiled, grateful for the sudden change in topic. Shadow was a sly creature, indeed. “Yes, he’s been helping to replenish the kennels here in Denerim when he is not at my side. His mate is Bertie, a bitch from the long line of Theirin hounds.” The other nobles gathered around eagerly to ask more questions about his pedigree and the line he was sire to, and Anora’s slight seemed all but forgotten. Aelinor looked for her in the crowd, but she was gone.

“Bertie?” asked Arl Wulff, no doubt amused at so plebian a title for a descendent of the likes of “Sentinel,” and “Duchess.”

Alistair grinned. “Yes, short for Camembertie.” His stomach growled audibly and he leaned over Shadow to speak to Aelinor above the vigorous mabari breeding discussion Shadow’s entrance had set off. “It will be time for dinner soon, thank the Maker. I wasn’t sure how much more of that I could take, but you weathered it well.”

“I’m sure we’ve not seen the last of it,” Aelinor replied, scanning the crowd for Anora and finding her near the group of chantry sisters she’d spoken with earlier. “But I think we managed to make a case for ourselves and maintain our dignity. It wasn’t just my doing, either, Alistair.”

“No, of course not! Shadow takes the lion’s share of the credit.” She rolled her eyes but his slight smile and the gentle tilt of his head in her direction told her that he knew he had done well and that her assurance was enough.

#alistair theirin #female warden #warden surana #alistair x warden #alistair x surana #intrigue! romance! dogs! #what more could you ask for

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BASICS

NAME .  Alistair Theirin NICKNAME .  Little Pike-twirler and countless others I cannot for the life of me recall! AGE .  Verse dependent, usually somewhere between mid-twenties to early thirties.  GENDER .  Male SPECIES .  Human (elf-blooded & contaminated with Great Dragon blood)

PERSONAL

MORALITY . lawful / chaotic / good / neutral / evil / true RELIGION .  Andrastian, though more out of habit and conditioning than actual belief. SINS .  greed / gluttony / sloth / lust / pride / envy / wrath VIRTUES .  chastity / charity / diligence / humility / kindness / patience / justice KNOWN LANGUAGES . Common Tongue, a handful of Dwarven swears SECRETS . He used to send a stipend to Goldanna annually. He’s come to accept that they’ll never be anything more than strangers to one another, but still wanted to assist with the disservice life threw at her and her family. But when she started contacting him and demanding a larger amount, he stopped sending the stipend and instead funneled that money into improving the conditions of her alienage as a whole. And, of course, his actual biological mother is a secret even to him. Fiona went to great lengths to keep him in the dark about his true lineage. 

PHYSICAL

BUILD .  scrawny / bony / slender / fit / athletic / curvy / herculean / pudgy / average HEIGHT .  6′2″ SCARS  /  BIRTHMARKS . Verse dependent; several battle scars, the most prominent of which are the two on his face. One is fairly shallow and small beneath his left eye and along his cheek bone. The second is significantly longer and above the right side of his jaw.  ABILITIES  /  POWERS . Great Dragon blood in his bloodline allows him to awaken ancient dragons. Templar abilities; magic suppression. Grey Warden abilities; able to sense darkspawn, immune to darkspawn taint. RESTRICTIONS .  Tapping into his templar abilities take more ritual and training than most, because Alistair hasn’t taken lyrium since he joined the Grey Wardens. He really has to work at it to maintain these abilities and as king he doesn’t often have an opportunity to do so.His Grey Warden abilities don’t necessarily have restrictions so much as extremely negative side effects.

FAVORITES

FOOD .  Soft ripened cheeses DRINK .  Brown ale PIZZA TOPPING . Smoked meats COLOR .  The rich blue associated with the Grey Wardens & warm browns MUSIC GENRE .  The living music played at court, heavy on string instruments and drums BOOK GENRE .  He isn’t big on reading, it gives him flashbacks to his time in the chantry, but he does enjoy a good adventure serial.  MOVIE GENRE . N/A CURSE WORD .  Maker’s Breath is as racey as he tends to get with curses, although he knows his fair share of creative ones thanks to the company he’s kept over the years. Lookin’ at you, Oghren.  SCENTS .  Camp fire, metal, and wet earthy smells

FUN STUFF

BOTTOM OR TOP . More of a bottom, but it really depends on circumstances.  SINGS IN THE SHOWER .  Oh yes, but not well. LIKES PUNS .  *infinitely looping maniacal laughter*

TAGGED BY  : @selfishisuppose thank you for tagging me dear! ^-^ TAGGING :  @ghost--dragon & literally everyone else I follow! I’ve been off the dash for several days so I don’t want to tag people in case they’ve already done this, but if you haven’t yet then consider this your tag to do the thing! *throws confetti* character development for all!

#CANON┊there′s nothing glorious about me #//this was a ton of fun to do

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Alistair?

alistair theirin? on this blog??

favorite thing about themi love his humour and how he uses it to relieve the tension and escape uncomfortable conversations because thats something i’m guilty of as well, i love how dedicated he is to helping people around him and to being a grey warden, i love how soft he is, i just LOVE him

least favorite thing about themwhy did bioware change his design so much? i mean, he was never white and in inquisition his skin got 5 shades lighter..... also his new hair is cool but please give me back his da:o hair 

favorite linethis ‘yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeees?’ of his that you get when trying to talk to him lmaoi love every single alistair/wynne banter, gems like “i once had a very large cat. that's not the point.” or “maybe [the sock] likes you? socks are sneaky like that.”also “that's what i’m here for. to deliver unpleasant news and witty one liners”.  

brOTPi really like the feel of alistair/leliana, also alistair/cullen? good shitactually now that i think about it alistair/josie is cool af as well, this makes me declare alistair/advisors my brotp

OTPalistair/cousland (say its boring, i dont care......)

nOTPalistair/morrigan, like... theyre cool as those friends that pretend to hate each other, but i dont see them together in a romantic way, no no no

random headcanonhe still stitches his name on his socks even after he left the chantry (and became a king)

unpopular opinioni mentioned how i dislike the changes in his design, but? his new face is a very good face

song i associate with themcoming of age by foster the people, especially the first verse

favorite picture of themwhat do you mean a favourite one, i love every single one

thanks for asking!

#alistair theirin #dragon age #imma reblog it to my da blog bc thats where alistair shit belongs......... #anonymous #answered

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Another Tag Meme Monsterpost

I realize I’ve been tagged in a whole bunch of stuff lately, and I mostly haven’t been doing them because I haven’t been at my computer. I also wasn’t doing them because I’ve been in a funk lately, and we had a few bad days recently. Long story short, a co-worker died unexpectedly, we adopted a puppy who had aggression issues toward our dog and we agonized over our eventual decision to give her to a local rescue, I’ve been trying to find work in Washington so we can get out of SoCal, and my parents were over (that was awesome, it just kept me away from the computer).

So, let me start by tagging everyone who tagged me. I won’t be tagging anyone to do these memes, cause that would just be cruel and most all of them have been done to death. 

@gugle1980, @ladydracarysao3, @galadrieljones, @kagetsukai, @aerismoon, @thevikingwoman, @princessvicky01​, @inner-muse, @makers-breath, and @roguelioness​. Thank you all for your tags, and sorry for the spam that is about to occur.

30 Random Things About Me Meme

Rules: answer 30 questions and tag 30 people. 

Nickname: Red, Ginger, Ginge

Name: Amanda

Gender: Female

Star Sign: Scorpio

Height: 5′8″/173 cm

Time: 8:46 am

Birthday: October 30 

Favorite Band: At this very moment, probably Fleet Foxes, but there are too many I love to pieces for that to be anything but momentary

Favorite Solo Artist:  At this very moment, probably Andrew Bird, but there are too many I love to pieces for that to be anything but momentary

Song Stuck In My Head: Eivør - Trøllabundin

Last Movie I Watched: Dragnet

Last Show I Watched: Preacher

When Did I Create My Blog: Years ago, though I started posting in June 2016

What Do I Post: Cullen everything, fanfic, random musings...

Last Thing I Googled: 5′8″ in cm

Do You Have Other Blogs: I’m a mod for @cullen-in-command​ and I have an NSFW blog that you can ask me about if you want it

Do You Get Asks:  Occasionally

Why Did You Choose This Blog Name: It’s my tag for pretty much everything

Blogs You Are Following: 195

Followers: 1,049

Favorite Colors: Rainbow, then blue then green

Average Hours of Sleep: 4-8

Lucky Number: 17

Instruments: Voice

What Am I Wearing: Blue slouch t-shirt and black yoga pants

How Many Blankets I Sleep With: 1

Dream Job: Video gam attorney

Dream Trip: Next? Belgium to The Netherlands to Germany to Denmark to Sweden

Favorite Food: Italian or Sushi

Nationality: 98.2% Ashkenazi Jew

Favorite Song Now: I will never, ever be able to answer this question

Kissing Meme

Rules: name 10 characters you would kiss, then tag people.

Cullen Rutherford - Dragon Age

Alistair Theirin - Dragon Age

Nathan Drake - Uncharted

Joel - The Last of Us

Shadow Moon - American Gods

Zeke Tilson - The Brink (You can replace this with Mad Sweeney from American Gods if you want. It’s still Pablo Schreiber.)

Solas - Dragon Age (mostly because I’m curious?)

Blackwall - Dragon Age

The Iron Bull - Dragon Age

Knight Captain Rylen/Professor Bram Kenric - Dragon Age (I cheated)

10 Songs I’ve Been Listening To

Links are on Spotify or YouTube

Fleet Foxes - On Another Ocean (January / June)

Fleet Foxes - Kept Woman

Eivør - Mjørkaflókar

Royksopp - Forsaken Cowboy

Ludovico Einaudi - Promessa

The Rapture - In the Grace of Your Love

alt-J - 3WW

Joshua Messick - Woodland Dance

Gorillaz feat. De La Soul - Momentz

Thomas Newman - Accidental Happiness (from the “Passengers” score)

10 Questions Meme (from @thevikingwoman​ and @galadrieljones​)

1. Dream car? 

Audi R8

2. Favorite animated movie? 

Wall-E

3. Something you really want to learn to do? 

Fly helicopters and speak every language

4. What is your eye color? 

Hazel

5. A fanfic you wish someone else would write (any fandom)? 

I don’t really have anything i wish someone else would write. I like to write my own ideas.

6. If you could undo one historical event, what would it be, and how would you think the world would be different. 

I don’t believe in changing the past. The human race as a whole is incapable of learning unless it learns from its own mistakes.

7. When playing games, which class do you usually pick? Do you have a go-to class (mage/archer/healer/stealth/melee/etc)

I usually go with mages or something that can do long-rage damage, though if I’m clunky enough at a game, I usually pick something I can use to get up close and bash shit with.

8. Place you think everyone should visit, if they can?

The place they want to go most. Everyone is different, but everyone has someplace they’d like to go.

9. Video game character you would like to go drinking with?

I don’t drink, but I’d love to see the DA:I crew cut loose.

10. Favorite breakfast? 

Eggs Benedict with Cheesy Hashbrowns

1. Favorite small town? Real or fictional.

Whitefish, Montana

2. Video game or DLC you’re most looking forward to right now? (sans DA4)

Besides DA4...ummm...The Last of Us 2

3. Favorite fictional world? (i.e.: Middle Earth, Thedas, etc.) Why?

Thedas, cause it’s beautiful and complex, and Cullen lives in it.

4. Where/what was the best cup of coffee you’ve ever had? If you don’t drink coffee, what’s the best meal you’ve ever head?

That’s a really hard question. I’ve had amazing steak in Paradise, California. I’ve had amazing fish n’ chips and king crab in Alaska. I’ve had amazing sushi in the Tsukiji Fish Market in Tokyo. I’ve had amazing food down the street and on the other side of the world. I just love food.

5. Where/when do you do your best daydreaming?

Whenever and wherever I’m supposed to be doing something else.

6. Favorite TV show right now?

This is also a super hard question. I love Game of Thrones, I really enjoyed the first seasons of American Gods, A Handmaid’s Tale, and Harlots, Insecure is a guilty pleasure...the list goes on and on.

7. Is your canon Inquisitor reluctant about their power, or do they embrace it full-force, or something in-between? 

Something in-between.

8. What’s the best purchase you’ve ever made?

It might fall somewhere between my engagement ring (my husband and I split the cost) and my first law school book. Hopefully soon it’ll be a house.

9. Favorite or go-to clothing brand/designer/store?

Target. All day. It sounds silly, but they actually have really good quality, versatile clothes that I really like.

10. Are there any popular TV or video game character arcs that really bother you? How would you change them, if you could?

I get annoyed and bothered by a lot of characters, but I wouldn’t necessarily change them. They are who they were intended to be, and it’s not my place to say they are right or wrong.

15 Associations Meme: Belle

Rules: Repost and fill in the answers you most associate your character with to each question.

1. ANIMAL: Fox

2. COLOR(S): Rainbow

3. MONTH: October

4. SONG(S):   The Maccabees - WWI Portraits (these lyrics aren’t the complete verse, and they’ll read a bit disjointed at the start and end)

A go-getter, go-getter You’re the best of all You’ve seen it four, five hundred times on repeat You’re like a leftover better than a ribbon-tied treat Narrow roads, never limit, never temper your speed And when the river froze solid you’re still swimming upstream You’d hold your own in the presence of pauper and a king Leave a singing bird silent, make a hummingbird sing You are a rope-a-doper coming back queen

5. NUMBER: 17

6. DAY OR NIGHT: Night

7. PLANT(S): Hydrangeas, Coniferous Trees

8. SMELL(S): Pears, Peaches, Lilies, Garlic/Basil/Oregano Trifecta

9. GEMSTONE: Opal

10. SEASON: Autumn

11. PLACE(S): Skyhold, The Emerald Graves (once she finally goes (if ever))

12. FOOD(S): Pasta and Sushi, but in Thedas, Roasted Duck or a Ham and Cheese Sandwich

13. ASTROLOGICAL SIGN: Scorpio

14. ELEMENT(S): Fire, Water

15. DRINK(S): Water, Fruit Juice

#memes #meme monsterpost #ask meme #oc meme

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Return of the Warden Commander (Drabble)

For: @et-dracones​

Ship:  Cailan / Eiric

Verse: Main

Notes: Very Likely a Main ship for Eiric

Words: 1,096

11 Years, Eleven years since the Warden Commander of Ferelden went missing from Amarnthine and Vigil’s Keep. A lone rider rode into Denerim, a cowl was wrapped around the rather small person as the massive black horse walked the main road to the Palace. She had been called to a Landsmeet, An annual meeting between the Teyrns and their King. Eiric Cousland, The Hero of Ferelden; Warden Commander of Vigil’s Keep, Commander of the Grey was currently not amused that her older brother had found her, Four years after the beginning of Inquisition. She had been pulled away from Skyhold for THIS?! 

King Cailan had returned during the blight, although it was unnerving at first the young warden still had respect for the Older Theirin, as for Alistair, it was a bit of a Hit or miss. A part of her would always love him but now? After their break up, with her being with child... she didn’t know what to think about him.

“I’m going to Kill Fergus.” Commented the rather grumpy Warden. She had been an Adviser towards the Darkspawn but NOOOO. Eiric gave a huff and nudged the 17.3 Hand Stallion into a quick trot, his massive hooves echoing off the cobble stone and the stone houses. With the Palace before the woman, she halted her horse and dismounted. Standing at 5 foot and 1 inch; She was rather small for a human, Although she didn’t mind it. Pushing back her cowl, the woman stabled her horse before striding inside of the palace. She stuffed away her cowl and coat and walked into a side room just before the main hall.

Her short hair had grown past her shoulders, There was a small scar on the left side of her lip. Light brown looked around before spotting her brother, Thankfully her daggers were sheathed as she strode up to the older man. Her light elven armor clanked as she frowned a little more, Fergus had Greyed out even more since she last saw him. “Fergus.” She called as she crossed her arms over her chest, eyes narrowing. “Please tell me you brought me here for a reason.” 

“Sister!” He turned around and strode up to her, wrapping her in a warm embrace. “I’m glad that you came, and there was a reason for you to be here. The King wants to talk to you.” Fergus explained as he looked her over “Never without armor huh?” he questioned, a lopsied smile crossing his face.

“Ferg, Why the hell does Cailan want to see me?” She questioned as she gave a tiny grumble. “Of course, I’d rather be in this than in normal clothing.” 

“I don’t know exactly why but he asked. What was I supposed to do?”

“Uh, Say no? You know that I wasn’t ready to return to Ferelden.”

“Eiric, It’s been 15 years since the blight. Eleven since the boy’s deaths and Amaranthine. It’s Time. I’m not going to be Teyrn much longer.” 

“Meaning?”

“I’m Naming you as my Successor.”

“... YOU WANT TO WHAT!?” She screeched a bit too loudly. “No! Nope! Absolutely not!” She vehemently denied as she shook her head and placed her hands on her hips. “Why the hell do you think I’d be a good Teyrn?” She questioned, fear was clearly seen in her body language.

“Because Father wanted you to take over years ago remember? Or hell, I’ve seen you command Vigils, I KNOW you can do it Eiric. It’s a matter of your confidence. “ Fergus landed her a look and a frown crossed his face.

“No. I’m not taking it Fergus. That’s final.” She glared back an shook her head again.  “Look, Lets just go to the Landsmeet... Get this over with.” Eiric ground out as she stepped away. 

“It will be a shock for the other Teyrns and Banns.” Fergus commented with a smirk.

 Walking out into the hall and opening the main doors to the massive throne room, He took his spot near the king but not too close. Eiric had followed closely behind and was a step back and behind her older sibling, her arms at her sides the meeting started.

An hour passed before a Bann spoke up and drew Eiric out of her sulking. “Teyrn Fergus, Pray tell; where is your sister? She hasn’t been seen in Eleven years. For all we know she could be dead.” The man tited his head in challenge to the rather taken aback Fergus. “If she is alive, Do you think she is still a single woman? It’s rather insulting to think about that. Such a woman of her stature, wasted and childless. You two are the only ones left of your Line. It’d be a waste to loose it.”

Eiric’s right eye twitched before stepping up and leaning over the railing, her hair falling to the right side of her face. “Excuse me?” She demanded with a firm tone, Fergus had tried to stop her but seeing the restrained fury behind his sister’s gaze unnerved him. 

“It’d be a waste such a long line of Ferelden noble’s due to them being childless don’t you think? Wait... Who are you?” He asked with a confused look. 

“I am the very woman that you are talking about. The reason I am still unmarried is because of a personal choice.” She countered. “I gave my love freely once, and he betrayed it. I do not intend on making a second out of it if I decide that I am ready. And I was not Childless, I bore two twin boys... who are not with us anymore.”

“Lady Cousland?! You’re alive! I- I had no idea that you’d be here.” 

“Trust me, this was FAR from what I had wanted to do, Alas; My brother wanted me here anyways.” She gave a frown and shook her head. “I will not be married off like a piece of Jewelry, That is final.” 

Sighing softly the woman shook her head before looking towards the throne and squaring her shoulders. This was awkward. Her eyes landed on the King, Anora beside him... and Alistair; Standing to the side. No. She can’t go back to him; she Won’t.

 “I-Forgive me.” She commented as she stepped back and away. “I had lost my temper.” Striding down to the main floor the woman left the main hall, making a line for the spare room on the side. “Perfect Eiri... Just what you needed.” She grumbled to herself, sitting down on the chair and holding her head in her hands. Just her luck.

#v; Main #This was supposed to be a starter #NOP #this is the Prequel to their starter XD #Keep #Squid writes #Et-dracones