#Alistair gives you a rose

[wolfsong-the-bloody-beast]

I've romanced plenty of characters at this point, but Ifan is the only one who's ever shared his snacks with my character. Also, gave her a flower (okay, drugs, it was flower-shaped drugs). And a rare mushroom as a means to poison her enemies. All that completely casually, in a single conversation, without ulterior motives. I'm just saying.

[captainderyn]

[Fic] Unwilling Vows

Summary: Duncan returns from a recruitment trip bearing two recruits. Alistair thinks it is a joke when Duncan says one recruit is the teryn of Highever's daughter, Baraneth Cousland. From the way Duncan refers to her, Alistair imagines a stuck up princess chasing glory and facing reality of what a Blight really is. Instead, he finds a deeply broken woman who has had everything stripped from her, and is forced to face the thought that conscription into the Grey Wardens is not always the life line it is painted as.

Warnings: Mentioned/Implied Character Death, Mentioned/Implied Violence

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Duncan was displeased with his most recent crop of recruits. 

The more the Blight loomed on the horizon, the less recruits successfully made it through the joining, the more often that seemed to be the case. No matter how much the Grey Warden of Ferelden’s need grew for warriors, for bodies, the supply was never enough. 

As it turned out, when the recruitment model involved people with nothing to live for and nowhere to go, it wasn’t exactly the highest quality characters going through the trials. 

It wasn’t easy to become a Grey Warden, and somehow that fact was always left out in the pitch to the criminals, the destitute, and the vagabond. They were hemorrhaging people, whether it was those who fled and were hunted down before they reached the edge of the Korcari Wilds, or those who died within minutes of the Joining chalice touching their lips. 

Alistair hadn’t seen Duncan this ruffled and discontented in a long while, however. 

“You brought two recruits back, that’s two more than last time. Was the travel talk really so horrific?” he tried to jest as Duncan paced by him once again. 

Duncan sent a dark look his way, and Alistair pressed his lips together with a wince. Rarely was his senior in a joking mood, but more often than not he tolerated Alistair’s attempts to diffuse the tension that only seemed to grow with each passing day. 

“The best they could offer me was a mewling welp of an elven mage, too scared of her own shadow to even think of doing the heinous magic her Circle accused her of, and a prideful noblewoman’s daughter who sees becoming fodder for maggots a better alternative to serving her country.” Duncan spat, running his hand over his beard, “I am not confident either will make it through the Joining.” 

Alistair crossed his arms over his chest, muttering, “That seems a little harsh.” 

Any information on the two new recruits had been sparse. They’d arrived a few hours earlier and been shuffled off to a space with open bedrolls to rest from the long journey. The elven recruit, a tiny waife of an elf that was all gangly skin and bones, had passed by earlier with Duncan as he’d led her towards the mages’ tents to get new robes that weren’t blood stained and tattered. She’d kept her head down, her faded ginger hair obscuring her face. 

He’d seen nothing of the other recruit and Duncan’s description finally caught up with him. 

“A noble’s daughter?” he spluttered, “Duncan, we don’t recruit noble’s daughters. They don’t give up their own to our ranks.” 

The Grey Wardens were respected when they’d done their duty, repelled a Blight, and gone off to die in the Deep Roads when their usefulness reached its end. That was their unspoken agreement with society. They were meant to exist as legends, as heroes in stories. Not for the children of nobles to go running off to. 

“Baraneth Cousland.” Duncan said, voice dropping to a near growl. Something had happened either on their journey or during recruiting that was left unspoken and Alistair frowned. Duncan continued, “You would do well to avoid her at the present, Alistair. She is a wretched sort without a grateful bone in her body for what she was spared from. Perhaps she will come around when she sees what the Wardens will provide her with.” 

“Cousland?” Alistair repeated, incredulous, though Duncan was already disappearing into the sea of tents, called to some meeting or another. 

“Cousland.” he repeated, softer to himself.  An old family second in wealth and influence only to the royal family itself. 

Alistair’s frown deepened. He would bet his meager coin pouch that neither the teryn or teryna would give up their daughter willingly to the Grey Wardens. Though he knew they had a son, a few years older than Alistair and well known to be the one in line to inherit the seat of power at Highever, they were not a family known to discard their second borns. 

But if a Cousland was among them, Alistair could not imagine why Duncan would not have taken her to get supplies and why he would have simply dumped her in a spot to rest and recover from the journey. 

Stay away from her sounded an awful lot like he should go seek her out. Casting a furtive look over his shoulder and finding nary a Duncan in sight, Alistair set off to find where the cart had discarded the recruits. 

The elven girl still had not returned to her bedroll, presumably still with the mages at the center of camp. But sitting on a bedroll beside the empty one, a woman his age sat untangling hair with shaking hands.

For a prideful, ungrateful brat as Duncan had described, Alistair expected a prim princess in a flouncy outfit, not a hair out of place with her nose upturned to the commoners around her. 

Instead, all the air went out of his chest. 

Perhaps at one point the well-made tunic she wore had been the deep Cousland blue, the embroidered, interlocked laurel branches once silver. Her tunic was black with dried blood, shredded at the hem and ripped in places with what looked to be oozing nicks from swords and daggers. 

Prideful, he saw in the way she squared her shoulders up at his approach, sitting ramrod straight and folding her hands in her lap. She was every bit a teryn’s daughter as she lifted her chin and as her mabari, a young brindle pup, raised his head in kind to fix too-intelligent eyes on him. 

Maker’s Breath. She still had flecks of blood on her cheeks, matting the strands of her hair into clumps. 

Where could ungrateful fit into that? 

“Baraneth Cousland? I, well, I heard you were here. Not like that, but I’d heard we had a new recruit.” Alistair fumbled under the heavy weight of her stare. Striking, yes, but empty. As if she wasn’t totally there. 

He cleared his throat, “I didn’t see you pass by to the supplier. I thought you might need something.” 

Perhaps he expected something to click and for her to start making demands, ordering him around like her little manservant. That would sound about right for most of the interactions with nobles he had. 

She looked down at herself, running her thumbs along the sides of her hands. Russet stains and dirt flakes off. When her eyes settled on him again, it was like another candle had been blown out within her. 

“Might you show me where to find a wash basin and cloth? And perhaps a change of clothes.” she asked and he was taken aback by how it sounded as though she was concerned about inconveniencing him. 

What had Duncan been on about? 

“Of course!” he shuffled, gesturing towards where the supplier would be, who was supposed to issue all new recruits their clothing, food, and water rations gifted to them before the process of the Joining began. “I’m not sure why Duncan didn’t take you there when he delivered the other recruit to the mages.” 

Baraneth’s expression darkened, “I don’t believe the Warden-Commander took very kindly to me nor I to him.” 

Duncan was not the easiest to get along with, Alistair would concede to that. His Warden-Commander was prickly, overly serious, and all-consumed with the oncoming Blight. Yet even still, it was unusual that he would be outright hostile towards a recruit. 

“Did you not get off on the right foot? I promise he isn’t as harsh as he seems--” 

Baraneth’s lips curled, stony anger sharpening her features. She snarled like a mabari, fierce enough that Alistair almost recoiled. 

“Your wretched leader used my father’s dying breaths to barter for me like chattel! I would’ve died defending my mother and father as was my place, yet he ripped that choice from me, dragged me away as my father bled out on the cobblestones of our estate--” 

Baraneth sucked in a sharp breath, pressing her mouth into a thin line. The young mabari by her side lifted his head, grumbling discontentedly at his mistress’ apparent distress. 

“And you would not call that harsh?” she finished, voice evened out and flat almost on command. 

Alistair’s mouth went dry and he rocked as if struck, “I believe there’s a misunderstanding, I do not know what you’re talking about.” 

Baraneth looked stricken, her brows knitting together, “Word of the slaughter of my family has not spread? Howe has covered it so flawlessly?” 

Slaughter. Family. Dying breaths and bargains. Alistair’s heart felt like it was plummeting into the earth, his stomach flipping with how horribly out of touch his comment had been. 

“There’s been no word of what happened at the Cousland estate that has reached here.” 

“Then Fergus does not know…that man promised. My papa’s life for getting my safety and word to my brother.” She said, speaking to herself. 

Baraneth fixed Alistair with glassy, empty eyes. He feared he’s well and truly shattered something within her. “We saw my brother off to fight darkspawn in the south, and I damned to be here.” she gave a mirthless laugh. “I have no way of sending word to tell him that his mama and papa and his wife and son were slaughtered like cattle in their beds.”

 There were no words that Alistair could call swiftly to his mind to say. This was well and truly more horrific than anything he could have assumed brought her to Ostagar. He had thought he would find a woman who bit off more than she could chew, seeking glory. Not a woman the same age as he who’d been so thoroughly stripped of everything that had been hers. 

People came to the Grey Wardens when they had nothing left to live for. The Grey Wardens were not supposed to leave them with nothing to leave for. 

Questions swirled around his mind; what had happened, what had Duncan done to aid her, why did she speak as though he’d given her no choice about taking a Warden’s vows. 

Silent tears tracked down her cheeks and it was clear that she was no longer seeing him. 

“Can I bring you a basin, some clothes, and perhaps some food? You’ve traveled far.” Alistair asked softly. “Some food for the hound as well? We have a small kennel with supplies.” 

For it sounded like what she needed was someone to extend human kindness to her. 

A brief moment of clarity swept across Baraneth’s face and she looked almost surprised at his offer, looking at him the way one would look at the glimmer of the sun after weeks of rain. Then it was gone, her face hollowing out again. 

She squeezed her eyes closed, and whispered, “Please.”

[blighted-elf]

Going from Daeran’s romance in Wrath of the Righteous to Dorn’s in Baldur’s Gate 2 has me screaming. The whiplash.

[felassan]

Letters from Lovers

Transcriptions of the letters from the various gear store items. under cut for length.

Isabela:

“My dear Hawke, Do you know anyone with a flock of parrots? I'm trying to cheat on a bet with Varric and the stakes are exceedingly high. If you help me, I shall take you to that breathtaking beach you so crave. Free of ancient horrors, too. I think. I'd hate to take respite from all my adventures, but there are other ways to make the heart flutter. In fact I'm already imagining a few. Aren't you? Sailing there can be fatal, but Admiral Isabela will keep you safe. Are you interested? I would love to see you again. Yours, Isabela”

Morrigan:

“My love, Now before that grin reaches your ears, perish the thought that this letter was my idea. 'Tis Kieran who would not give me peace until I wrote to ask how you are faring. Regale us, if you please, with another of your tales that I might read to him in bed. He is particularly fond of those wherein you spur mischief whilst you save the day. Thank you for your most delightful gifts. I shall make certain to wear them the next time you come home. Dream of me until then, my Hero of Ferelden, and have a care. Morrigan”

Dorian:

“My dearest Amatus, Home is ever as it was: a glittering whirl of dancing, politics, and murder. I'm used to people staring daggers at me - I quite relish it, actually - but the glares seem to possess a new intensity since my return to Tevinter. Do they disapprove of House Pavus freeing its slaves while I work in the Magisterium to end slavery across Tevinter? Perhaps they simply covet my cheekbones, and who could blame them? Real reform will take time, but we're making inroads. I miss you terribly, Amatus, perhaps almost as much as you miss me. I treasure you and your belief in my work here. Yours always, Dorian P.S. I wouldn't take it amiss if you might send me another barrel of that dreadful Fereldan beer?”

Alistair:

“My love, How are you? Is it true that you recently killed darkspawn with only a mean glare and a pointy stick? Ferelden is ablaze with this rumor! You do give people so much hope. Tales of your heroism never fail to astonish me and almost ease the pain of going to sleep without you by my side. Almost. I can't wait to be with you again. I'd bring you some roses, you could give me a tour of the keep, we'd drink with the new recruits and then cuddle in a tent. Without the new recruits! Tent time is just for the two of us. I want to make that clear. Now excuse me while I practice my death glare and rummage through the dog's stash of sticks. I love you. Yours forever, Alistair.”

The Iron Bull:

“Kadan, You won’t believe what I did today. I got a guy to flip! Twice! So yes, all is well. Except for all the demons. And this whole thing in which I’m far away from the love of my life. Really keeps me up at night. Anyway, you hearing these rumors of a dragon on the loose? Yeah! The boys and I are on its trail. Last I heard, it was flying toward the Frostback Mountains. Can you join us? I hope you’re not uh… all tied up. Don’t worry, I’m fairly certain it’s not a Ben-Hassrath trap. And if it is, you know I’m prepared. Ataash varin kata! I love you, Kadan. See you soon. The Iron Bull.”

Tali:

“By the way, I left something for you up in your cabin. Go have a look.” - Tali’Zorah  --- “Dear Shepard,   As you may remember, I presented this picture frame to you as a gift on the Normandy. It was my way of expressing my admiration for you and our bond as comrades-in-arms. On the back of the metal frame, I've emblazoned a promise that will never fade - 'Shepard, wherever you go, I'm with you.'  I know it's not much, but...this is what I look like under the mask. I'm sorry if it's not what you were expecting. I know Quarian faces can be a bit...different. Every time you look at my picture, I hope you will be reminded of our adventures on the Normandy, from our battles against the Reapers to our intimate conversations in the privacy of our quarters.    I am not one to express my emotions openly, but thank you for being my friend, my confidante, and my inspiration. I look forward to many more adventures together.  Keelah se’lai,   Tali’Zorah”

Another letter from Tali:

"Whatever the galaxy throws at us, I'll be at your side. - Tali" --- "Shepard It's been a while since I last struggled to sleep. You must be dreaming of falling through a fish tank or starring in a hanar vid? I can hear you muttering about jellyfish. It's funny. I've spent my whole life hoping for the future, but these days nothing scares me more. Keelah, why can't we stop time? Even for just a little bit? No war, no Reapers, nobody counting on us. Just you and me, as free as the dust in the solar wind. When this is all over, will you settle down on Rannoch with me? I love you. - Tali"

Bonus:

Shepard's N7 acceptance letter, from Anderson:

“N7 Congratulations on your graduation From Captain David Anderson Shepard, When I graduated from the N7 program I had the honor of meeting Admiral Grissom, the man who inspired me to pursue a career in the service, and I never thought I’d feel prouder in my life. I was mistaken. Don’t get me wrong, it was a big day. An important day. But there’s something about welcoming driven young people like yourself into the ranks that’s also pretty damn satisfying. Your distinguished service record may have gotten you into this program - but it was your courage, integrity, and tenacity that’s enabled you to join an elite few. You represent the best of humanity, and I feel certain you’ll make the galaxy a better place. And I’m not the only one who feels this way. Becoming an N7 means the entire Systems Alliance is telling you one thing - we believe in you. Let me end by saying this. Welcome to the team Shepard. We know you won’t let us down. David Anderson Systems Alliance Interplanetary Combatives Academy N7 N7 Acceptance Letter”

[most-datable-datable-bracket]

ROUND 3 MATCH 3

Edelgard propaganda:

“to summarize, she started a war but she was right. maybe her means weren't the best, but I'll always support my wife to tear down the church and end fodlan's reliance and discrimination on Crests”

"FODLANS MOST ELIGIBLE LESBIAN BACHLORETTE"

Alistair propaganda:

“this man is my first love and i was heartbroken when he lost </3 i believe in you baby”

“Alistair and the player are the last known surviving members in the country of an organization sworn to save the world from the recently reappeared apocalypse. You travel together to gather allies and he is very sweet and adorable if you choose to romance him. Depending on your choices he can become king and make the player his queen, or you can stay side by side in the organization. If you try to sacrifice yourself to save the world at the end, a romanced Alistair will take the killing blow in your stead if he’s by your side in the moment”

“He's the sweetest pun-iest man and it is so hard not to fall for his goofy charm, especially since he is the first companion you meet. He has a tragic backstory as a bastard child of royalty who was sent away to protect the heir. I always try to go in to date someone else when I restart the game and I always give in and pick Alistair.”

“I love his puns and sarcasm. He may be kinda dumb and like the epitome of boring white boy to some people, but i just love the humour he brings to the party.”

"alistair was literally forced to live in the stables growing up because the man who had stewardship of him remarried and she didn't like him; he's a bastard prince and tries to keep it secret but is almost identical to the king and you meet those two within 5 minutes of one another; he finds a rose in the middle of a battlefield and thinks how impossible it was to find something so beautiful in somewhere so terrible and it reminds him of finding you - so he saves it to give it to you; he's 20 and if you tell him to he will take the throne (even though it's always been his greatest fear - he'll do it if you're at his side); he doesnt know he's a half elf and its possible for him to live in the same castle as his mother later; he notices she looks at him strangely but he never finds out why; he's doomed to die young and so are you"

[bigfan-fanfic]

Home Now (Male!HoF x Alistair Theirin)

I don't know. Can I just get some Alistair and male warden being adorkable together after their first night together?

"The Maker has blessed us." Alistair winks. "We've been granted a day of rest."

You raise an eyebrow at him, and he grins, looking up at the the softly vibrating fabric of the tent as it shakes from the heavy raindrops hitting it.

"What are you talking about?" you ask, chuckling a little.

"We can't possibly make it to Denerim today in this rain. So... we should just stay in here."

"Alistair..."

"Please. Let me have this, Y/N. Last night was absolutely amazing, and... I don't want to have to be Wardens yet."

"I wasn't going to deny you." You chuckle. "I want to stay with you too."

He gives a nervous laugh and leans down for a kiss.

You happily sit up to meet him, and you both tumble back down into the bedroll, his arms wrapped around you.

"I love you." Alistair mumbles, and you bury your face in his neck. "Is that too early to say?"

"I think I knew that from the moment you gave me that rose."

He blushes and you kiss him again. "I love you too."

The morning is spent sheltering from the rain, cuddling with Alistair and simply talking, a big dog curled up and snoring softly in the tent with you.

When it lets up, it's past noon, and everyone is hungry.

Sten and Leliana are taking care of the meal, which means that Zevran and Morrigan immediately see you both and have very different reactions in the same category.

Morrigan gives you a look that clearly indicates that she has serious doubts about your taste.

While Zevran grins. "Ah. I see you two have finally sorted out your, ahem, tension."

Morrigan rolls her eyes. "At least we will no longer be subjected to the longing looks."

"Or the searing gazes."

"Or the-"

"Alright!" Alistair yelps, looking at you in abject embarrassment.

You kiss him right there in the middle of camp, no longer caring about Morrigan's disdain, Zevran's interest, Leliana's grins, or Wynne's disapproval.

He melts into it, completely forgetting other people are around.

"Get used to it." you say firmly to them all, and pull Alistair over to a log, practically sitting in his lap.

"I like seeing you get all... bossy."

"Bossy?" You smirk.

"Well... Commanding. That's the word."

"As I recall, you do prefer to follow, right?"

His mouth falls open. "I was- I, er, I, that... hooo.... that was in reference to the chains of command."

"Ah, so you enjoy chains as well?"

"I-" Alistair nearly goes cross-eyed. "That... do you have some?"

You laugh and kiss his cheek. "I'll get some. For us."

"Sweet Maker..."

"You look adorable when you blush."

He blushes fiercely and then smashes a kiss against your lips. You yelp, the sound cut off and strangled into a moan as he holds you close.

"Ah, your weakness. You can't tease me while I kiss you."

"I am at your mercy, Ser."

Morrigan smacks the soup pot, making a loud noise. "IF you are quite finished, we are eating now. Though you've ruined my appetite."

The two of you chuckle, a little embarrassed now, and hurry in for bowls.

"I don't expect a repeat of last night, by no means, but... I'd be honored if you shared my tent again." Alistair whispers to you during dinner.

"I'd be happy if we never slept apart again."

"Oh, Y/N... I'd be the happiest man alive."

"I'll see you tonight, then."

"All the nights."

[secretsandwriting]

Part Four: Flirting Attempts: Part 1

The Edutzal. 

A species known for their ruthlessness and destruction. With an unimaginable amount of strength and power they were a species you didn't want the attention of, so why were there three of them spotted on Earth.

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“As for the new thing we teased last week,” Bruce paused, giving the reporters watching a dramatic moment to play later. “Wayne Apparel and Beauty!” The screen behind him lit up with the logo and soon started showing the first products to be sold. Applause rose up from the crowd. While they were busy clapping, you, Ry, and Alistair stepped up near Bruce. “Wayne Apparel and Beauty will have new designs for any and all occasions. All high quality and affordable clothes and all vegan and cruelty free beauty.”

“The head designer and Director of the fashion department is Y/n L/n!” You stepped forwards and smiled and nodded to the crowd. Ready to be done with the press part.

“The head designer and Director of the Shoe and Accessories Department is Alistair Lockman.” Alistair stepped up next to you and copied your smile and nod move.

“The head creator and director of the beauty department, Ry Vondervan.” She stepped up to Alistair, what a group you were, just smiling and nodding. As long as it worked you didn’t really care. 

After the General announcement, Bruce introduced all three lines of clothes, three lines of accessories and shoes, and three lines of beauty. Thankfully instead of having to answer a million and ten questions, Bruce had you three make a qna sheet for each department that were handed out. The last thing for the press conference was revealing that the site would go live at midnight and sales would be open then.

Of course you were still bombarded with questions after the press conference but it was better than answering everything up front. 

“Y/n, Alistair, Ry!” Damian called out, playing up the thirteen year old act. He gave all of you a hug. “Thanks again for last week!” Dick came up behind him. 

“Yes! Thank you for helping him last week! I hope he didn’t cause any problems for the three of you. His eyes never left Alistair despite addressing all of you. 

“Damian, lets go get a drink.” You winked at Ry and brought Damian with you to leave Alistair with Dick.

“Well that was easy.” Damian Muttered. “He hasn’t let me out of his sight since last week. If I had known it was this easy to lose him I would have stopped by your building ages ago.” YOu shared a smile with Ry over his head. He really was just a thirteen year old boy under all that training. It was quite endearing to see. 

“So what would you like to drink? Sparkling water, grape juice, sparkling grape juice?” Ry read off the options Damian could have. The entire time you and Ry took to chose and order your drinks, Damian whined about being able to handle alcohol but there was no way either of you would let him drink in your presence. 

“Well, Shame. I guess you’ll just have to go thirsty.” Damian sputtered at your tone before ordering himself one of the non alcoholic drinks. With your drinks in hand, you followed Damian to what he claimed was the best place to watch.

While you were enjoying the decorations to the ballroom, Tim came hunting for Damian, saying it was his bedtime. Damian did his plan of action which was moving behind Ry so Tim got distracted. It worked. With tha, Damian was pulling you along to a different location in hopes Tim would be too distracted to come looking for him again.

10 minutes into your new spot, Jason came and you were thrown under the bus and into a conversation while Damian made his escape.

“You look amazing tonight.” Jason’s eyes flickered over you, a smooth smirk resting on his lips. So Damian wasn’t exaggerating. 

“Thank you, you look quite nice yourself.” This was going to be interesting. 

“So how did you get into fashion?”

“I got into it from my grandmother. She always loved other culture’s styles and would bring new things home every trip. When she stopped taking trips, she would ask my parents to bring her things back from their trips.” More like she ripped the clothes off every ruler before destroying their planet to hang on her walls as trophies and you would study them in an attempt to figure out how they were made, but close enough you supposed. 

“Ah, so it runs in the family.” Not really but sure. 

“I guess you could say that.” He nodded and sipped his drink. You were really stretching the truth here.

“How long have you been in Gotham?” A change of subject thankfully. 

“About three years ago, I came here for university and haven’t left since. Now I’m at Wayne Enterprises for a while and don’t see that changing. 

“Where are you from?” SO many questions. 

“A small town in the middle of nowhere.” Jason nodded and leaned against the wall. His next question was interrupted by Alistair. 

“Y/n! Madison just called me, theres a problem. She says we need to come now, Bruce knows and Ry is on her way there already.” Alistair your savior. 

“Of course!” You turned back to Jason. “I’ll see you around.” Joining Alistair you followed him out the building.

“Do you know what it is?”

“She said there was a problem with manufacturing, but that's all she would say over the phone.”

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[aliavian]

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[rosella-writes]

Gayfics (by me!)

To celebrate 🌈Pride🌈 I thought I'd share some of my favourite gay fics I've written for DA over the years. Here are my faves in no particular order:

The Needle and the Shield

Relationship: Alistair Theirin x Zevran Arainai

Rating: E

Tags: painplay, (tattoo) needles, blowjobs, first time

“The ink might be cold, caro,” Zevran said in a teasing tone, barely masking his own anticipation. “Hold still.” Alistair takes Zevran up on his offer to give him a tattoo—Zevran learns that Alistair likes pain.

Amatus, Kadan, Vhenan

Relationship: Dorian Pavus x The Iron Bull x Solas

Rating: E

Tags: polyamory, top!Dorian, bottom!Solas, bottom!Bull, porn with feelings

Solas shoots him another look over his shoulder. His eyes are bright under furrowed brows. “Do not assume I cannot see this ploy for what it is. Perhaps I want to remain upset with Dorian. Did you consider that, oh benevolent peacekeeper?” Iron Bull shrugs. “Or you could fuck about it and stay mad. Makes no difference to me.” Solas and Dorian have a difference of magical opinion. Iron Bull brokers peace in the best way he knows how.

Lay Down Your Armour

Relationship: Blackwall x Solas

Rating: M

Tags: vignettes, canonical banter, catching feelings, betrayal

When they shuddered to their ends together, limbs tangled and skin stuck together with sweat, Blackwall pressed an open-mouthed kiss to Solas’s pulse and whispered, “I’m sorry, I’m so —” “Don’t,” Solas hissed.  Then the elf rose, dressed himself, and left Blackwall alone in the dark. Against their own better judgements, Blackwall and Solas find it calming to see something familiar in another.

[sadly-never-after]

Music in the EAH Universe and who listens to them Part 6.

This is just an excuse to try to make music puns and share music I think the characters would listen to. (Some of these are even canon by the books!) I don't even like a majority of these musicians but I am fully convinced of my choices here. I marked in colours the one that are canonically part of the EAH Universe.

Since Tumblr only allows 100 inline links for a post I have to make different parts.

Part 1 (Alistair, Apple, Ashlynn, Blondie, Briar, Bunny)

Part 2 (Cupid, Cedar, Cerise, Chase, Courtly, Daring)

Part 3 (Darling, Dexter, Duchess, Farrah, Faybelle, Ginger)

Part 4 (Holly, Hopper, Humphrey, Hunter, Jillian, Justine)

Part 5 (Kitty, Lizzie, Maddie, Meeshell, Melody, Nina)

Part 6 (Poppy, Ramona, Raven, Rosabella, Sparrow, Tucker)

(❀❛ ֊ ❛„)♡-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈☁︎‎‎‧₊˚ Poppy O'Hair (❀❛ ֊ ❛„)♡-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈☁︎‎‎‧₊˚

Mayhem! in the Ballroom (Emperor's New Clothes, Victorious, She Had The World)

Lady Yaga (Born this way, Alejandro, Bad Romance)

Katy Fairy (Firework, Part of Me, Roar)

April Vineyard (Girlfriend, Sk8er Boi (if you guys listen to the entire song instead of only the first verses you'll understand), I Fell In Love With The Devil)

Truelove (Raspberry, Tongue Tied, Schoolboy)

·:¨༺ ♱🐺♱ ༻¨:· Ramona Badwolf ·:¨༺ ♱🐺♱ ༻¨:·

Rabbit Hole (Jennifer's Body, Credit In The Straight World, Northern Star)

Corset Suffocation (Feels Blind, Rebel Girl, Alien She)

Incandescence (Bring Me To Life, Everybody's Fool, Sweet Sacrifice)

Fall Out Book (Centuries, I Don't Care, Fake Out)

Writtin Park (Bleed It Out, Burning in the Skies, Runaway)

⋆˖⁺‧₊☽🔮☾₊‧⁺˖⋆ Raven Queen ⋆˖⁺‧₊☽🔮☾₊‧⁺˖⋆

Taylor Quick (Anti-Hero, Enchanted, You're On Your Own Kid)

Royale (Royals, 400 Lux, Ladder Song)

Lady Yaga (Bloody Mary, Monster, Government Hooker)

I DONT KNOW HOW BUT THEY CURSED ME (Mad IQs, New Invention, Absinthe)

Spellannah Joffe (Die Your Daughter, Nobody Wants Me Tonight, My Dog Died)

༉‧₊˚🕯️🥀❀༉‧₊˚. Rosabella Beauty ༉‧₊˚🕯️🥀❀༉‧₊˚.

Penelorepe Scott (Rät, Dead girls, American Healthcare)

Bob Dalan-a-Dale (Blowin' in the wind, The Times They Are A-Changing, A Hard Rain's A Gonna Fall)

Joan Bard (We Shall Overcome, Diamonds & Rust, Girl of Constant Sorrow)

Mirra Simone (Sinnerman, Mississippi Goddam, Revolution)

Sam Book (A Change is gonna come, Mean Old World, Jesus gave me water)

🎸⋆⭒˚｡⋆♪ °˖➴જ⁀➴ Sparrow Hood 🎸⋆⭒˚｡⋆♪ °˖➴જ⁀➴

Knight Chloe (Too Close, Hooves, Michelle)

Black Rebel Carriage Club (Beat the Devil's Tattoo, American X, Weapon of Choice)

Wolf Killer Kids (Hang Me Up To Dry, First, Robbers)

The Legacy Keys (Lonely Boy, Weight of love, Little Black Submarines)

Prince Ferdinand (Take Me Out, Love Illumination, Lazy Boy)

Wands N' Roses (Paradise City, Sympathy for the devil, Sweet Child O' Mine)

He gets an extra one because the Knight Chloe ones are all very shippy.

✩°｡ ⋆⸜ 🎧✮🎸⋆⭒˚｡⋆ Tucker ✩°｡ ⋆⸜ 🎧✮🎸⋆⭒˚｡⋆

Giantz (Feel Good Inc., Kids With Guns, Momentary Bliss)

The Spells (Little Girl, Is This It?, The Adults Are Talking)

The Legacy Keys (Fever, Go, Psychotic Girl)

Black Rebel Carriage Club (Red Eyes And Tears, Going Under, Restless Sinner)

Prince Ferdinand (The Dark of the Matinee, Curious, Billy Goodbye)

You are trapped on an eight-hour long road trip with these guys and you have to give one of them the aux chord.

[bluerose5]

Okay, okay, why was I just now hit with the idea of the crossover pairing of Wyll and Alistair because it's like WHAT? WHY HAVEN'T I PAID THIS MORE ATTENTION? Alright. Hear me out, hear me out.

Alistair is bi/pan. He told me himself. Fight me.

They're both monster hunters of sorts, and they enjoy what they do! They both obtained the means to fight said monsters by questionable means (the Joining for Alistair and the Pact for Wyll).

They're both nice and/or heroic to a fault. The whole thing with "hardening" Alistair is literally trying to convince him that people are out for themselves, and he needs to not let people run over him. Wyll, on a similar note, is willing to sacrifice so much of himself for the good of others. He doesn't give himself the same courtesy and leniency as he does others. Likewise, as good-aligned characters, these two can also come off as hypocritical at times.

They're the type of good-aligned characters that would encourage others to expect better/more for themselves, even if they don't extend that to their own lives, so I could see them finding a balance where they see the other getting worn down and they encourage a little selfishness and time to themselves.

Do I even need to get into the family issues on these two?

I guess there's also the whole former templar/mage (spellcaster) dynamic if you wanted to go that route with it too.

Both of them have nobility endings (King Alistair and Duke Wyll), and while I honestly haven't looked too deep into Wyll's Duke Ending, I could see these two being the power couple of the century. They're changing things for the better, and you better pray for anyone who gets in their way.

THEY'RE ROMANTICS. Gods, are they romantics. Alistair and his rose, how he finds the beauty amidst the darkness and despair. Wyll saying, with so many shadows around, how he almost missed the light. Wyll and his acorn! Both of their desires to have true, deep romantic feelings established before anything sexual happens. Both of them courting each other!

[tobythewise]

welcome to dadwc!! for the future, or whichever pairing, maybe "One person stopping a kiss to ask “Do you want to do this?”, only to have the other person answer with a deeper, more passionate kiss." for zevran x alistair?

Thank you so much for the prompt!! :D This one was super fun to write. I tweaked the prompt EVER so slightly but I hope you'll still enjoy <3 Written for @dadrunkwriting Content: Alistair/Zevran, Truth Serum, Some mutual pining, getting together, and first kisses

Oh. This is bad. This is really, really bad. 

“Tis nothing bad, per say,” Morrigan says, trying to reassure him, but for some reason, hearing her say that does nothing to stop the panic welling up inside of Alistair. 

“Per say? Just tell me what was in there, Morrigan. What did I just drink?”

“Twas only a serum. If you could only read you’d see the label had a warning on it,” she says, pointing at the bottle and rolling her eyes. 

“Let’s just stay calm,” their trusted warden companion says, his eyes darting between all three of them. “How much of that did you drink?”

“The whole bottle! I thought it was a healing potion! It was the same color as the others!”

Morrigan lets out a long sigh, pinching the bridge of her nose. “This will teach you to take something from my bag without asking me first. Maybe this will help you learn that lesson.”

Zevran picks the bottle up off the ground, his eyebrows just about hitting his hairline as he reads the words. “Ah, it has been a long time since I’ve seen something like this. You have nothing to fear, my warden, so long as you’re not trying to hide anything.”

“And what the hell is that supposed to mean?” Alistair demands, feeling his cheeks heating without his permission. His heart is hammering against his ribs as he thinks about the one, big secret he’s keeping from the group. Well, mainly from the elven assassin squatting in front of him. 

“It is a simple trust serum. Once it gets into your system, you will be unable to withhold the truth.”

Oh god. 

“Right,” he says slowly, getting himself to his feet and dusting himself off. “That’s my que to head into the forest for the night. Good night and I’ll see you in the morning.”

“Oh, Alistair. Sharing your truth is never a bad thing,” Leliana tries to reason but Alistair isn’t in the right headspace to argue. He just shakes his head and takes off into the treeline, praying to Andraste Herself that no one will follow him. 

Alistair feels like he can’t take in a full breath until he’s hidden within the trees. He ducks behind a large one, pressing his back against it. He sucks in a sharp breath, trying to get his heart to slow down before it threatens to leap right out of his chest. 

By the Maker, he feels so fucking stupid. How could he not look at the label before drinking that potion? Why’d it have to be truth serum? 

He’s not trying to lie to his companions but he’s certainly not trying to let them all know about his big, stupid crush!

Alistair drops his head back against the tree, staring up at the sky which he can just barely see through the branches. He should have brought his bedroll with him out here so he could sleep away from the others. He was in such a hurry to get away from Zevran before he said something he’d regret that he didn’t even think to grab any of his things. 

Just thinking about Zevran has Alistair’s cheeks heating. Though their relationship started off on the wrong foot, Zevran has more than earned Alistair’s trust. And more than that, he’s somehow earned his affection. 

There’s a rose in his backpack he often takes out and looks at when he’s alone in his tent. It’s meant as a gift that he can’t seem to get himself to actually give away, too terrified of everything changing. Why put himself on the line when there’s so much to do? Why change anything without the knowledge that there will even be a tomorrow to enjoy it?

Andraste’s ass, he’s a mess. 

He’s so deep in his own head that Alistair doesn’t hear anyone creeping up on him until he’s suddenly not alone. Or maybe he doesn’t notice because an assassin doesn’t want to be heard until it’s too late. Either way, Alistair absolutely does not let out a high pitched scream. Nope. That must have been Leliana finding a spider back at camp… 

“Ah, fear not, it is only I,” Zevran says in way of greeting, leaning against a tree across from Alistair. He crosses his ankle over the other, looking completely at ease. By the Maker, he’s hot. 

Alistair can feel his ear heating from the thought, thankful it hasn’t left his mouth. “I wasn’t scared,” he quickly says, crossing his arms over his chest. 

“Right, of course,” Zevran says with a knowing smirk that Alistair wishes he could kiss off his face. “I simply wished to make sure you were alright, my warden friend. You seemed rather upset earlier.”

Alistair opens his mouth to reassure Zevran that everything is fine, except what comes out is, “I’m freaking out right now and I don’t want the others to know.” He snaps his mouth shut so quickly it makes his teeth ache for a moment. That wasn’t what he wanted to say at all! Shit, this truth serum will have him confessing his feelings if he’s not more careful. 

“Is there anything I can do to be of service? Anything to help?”

“Yes,” Alistair says without thinking. He covers his face with his hands, letting out a frustrated groan. 

“If you don’t mind, I would like to hear how I can help.”

Alistair chooses his words more carefully. “I would be less embarrassed if you were not the one talking to me.”

Zevran’s easy smile melts away for a moment, a look of hurt crossing his features before it’s replaced once more. “Ah. I understand. Shall I send our fearless leader to talk with you? It seems the bond you’ve formed with him is something special, is it not?”

“It is. But it’s not what you think. I don’t have feelings for him, not in the way you’re assuming.” Damn his mouth. Damn this serum. Damn himself for not reading that label!

Zevran hums, tilting his head to the side. “Then I am confused. Is there another you would prefer?”

Alistair shakes his head but keeps his lips sealed for once in his life. They look at each other for a long moment before Alistair forces his eyes away. There’s something about Zevran’s golden eyes that somehow read past the bullshit and find the heart of issues. He can read people, has had to in order to keep himself alive as a Crow. That doesn’t mean he wants that insightfulness pointed in his direction. 

That’s a lie. He does want that. But he’s also scared out of his mind of being rejected. 

Zevran doesn’t keep it a secret that he’s had a string of lovers in the past. He believes in finding pleasure in the sure and now because there’s no knowing what the future holds. But Alistair is the opposite. He’s never fallen in love, never had his heart stir in this way, and certainly never had sex with anyone. He’s never even kissed another person before! 

Why would Zevran even think twice about someone like him?

And yet, those golden eyes continue to stare at him, seeming to see straight through him. 

“What is the reason you’d have me leave you here? Have I done something to upset you?”

“No! No, of course not, Zevran. You haven’t done anything wrong. You’ve only done everything right. You’re amazing.”

Alistair closes his eyes, tipping his head up towards the sky once more. Maybe if he prays hard enough, the Maker will send lightning down from the skies to smite him and deliver him from this conversation. 

“You flatter me,” Zevran says and Alistair’s eyes snap open when his voice comes from far closer than before. Zevran is no longer standing against the tree. Nope. Now he’s face to face with Alistair. “I have a theory. A very interesting one at that. But I dare not test it without knowing more.”

Alistair swallows around the lump in his throat, his entire body seeming to stand on end with how close Zevran is standing. He wishes he could take a step back but the tree has has him frozen in place, unable to escape. 

“What theory is that?”

Instead of answering the question, Zevran continues on his tangent thought. “I care for you a great deal, Alistair, and I would never push you or wish to make you uncomfortable. I have held myself back with great effort, but now I see maybe you did not wish for me to hold back.”

Alistair finds his head shaking without his permission. He’d never want to hold Zevran back. He deserves everything after all the shit he’s been through. He deserves happiness and pleasure and love. 

Zevran’s hand finds Alistair’s cheek, his thumb catching on his stubble. Alistair’s stomach explodes with butterflies. He licks his lips and Zevran’s eyes catch the movement of his tongue. Alistair is frozen, caught by the assassin and there’s no place he’d rather be. 

“I want this. I want you,” Zevran says, his voice just barely audible. “But I will not take that which you do not offer. We have darkspawn to defeat, a country to save, and an archdemon to slay. Those are all important things, but still, I find myself wanting more.”

Alistair feels like he can’t breathe. This is everything he’s ever wanted to hear. His fingers dig into pocket, retrieving the rose he’s been holding onto since the beginning of this journey. 

Alistair hands the rose over, doing his best to ignore the way his face is bright red. “After Lothering, I found this rose. Despite all the destruction this one little rose somehow survived. A little brightness to withstand the darkness. That’s how I feel when I’m with you.”

Zevran stares at the rose for a long moment and Alistair’s stomach sinks. He’s about to put the rose back into his pocket when Zevran finally moves, gently taking the offered gift with such reverence it makes Alistair’s knees weak. He holds it like it’s something precious, something to be revered, the same way he feels about Zevran. 

“This is a beautiful gift, mi amor. Thank you.” When Zevran’s golden eyes meet his, Alistair’s stomach fills with butterflies. “Now, one last time I wish to ask, do you really want this?”

Instead of answering with words, Alistair surprises them both by ducking down and kissing Zevran’s lips. 

[pxelbunny]

For real though, not romancing Alistair is so painful. Like, he gives you his rose and is so sweet in a moment of honest affection, and you're like "thanks, but no thanks bro." And then sidle over to the slut bisexual elf and giggle at all his euphemisms right next to Alistair.

Every time I'm so close to just giving in and have that Alistair romance.

[stop-breaking-my-heart-dragonage]

I'm sorry, but why don't we talk about Witch Hunt more? Seriously, I think it might be my favorite DAO DLC. Don't get me wrong, I enjoy the hell out of Awakening. Leliana's Song is good. The Golems of Amgarrak is... eh, bad. I didn't really like that one. The Warden's Keep, The Stone Prisoner, and Return to Ostagar are all amazing and I love them.

But Witch Hunt??? Y'all. I can't. I'm too emotional right now.

I have at least one dynamic from each game that I'm obsessed with. For DAO, it's the dynamic between romanced!Alistair, Tabris, and Morrigan. I've talked before about the dark ritual and stuff in this post, so let's just say that my Tabris, Rose, very much has unfinished business and a score to settle with Morrigan.

Tabris and Morrigan grew so close throughout the entire journey of DAO, y'know? Close enough that Morrigan claimed she thought of her as a sister, and Tabris felt the same way... and then in one single moment, it's just shattered.

There were signs that Tabris ignored, like the way Morrigan dismissed all the circle mages and claimed they should be left to their fates since they "allow themselves to be caged like cattle." Or how she disapproved every time Tabris wanted to help those down on their luck. Or, worst of all, when Morrigan disapproved when Tabris chose to kill the Tevinter slaver instead of making a deal with him to use the lives of the remaining elves to grant her more power... one of those caged elves being Tabris' father.

But she gave Morrigan the benefit of the doubt; she's sheltered and only had Flemeth as an influence and teacher, of course she's unempathetic and selfish, but there is good in Morrigan's heart. She can learn to be more empathetic and to care for others.

At least, Tabris believed that until Morrigan confessed that she's known about the ultimate sacrifice and the dark ritual from the beginning, that Flemeth sent her with the wardens with a purpose that Morrigan intends to follow through with. It's devastating and it broke Tabris' heart.

She just learned that a warden has to die to stop the blight, and that warden could be her or Alistair. Not only are they romantically involved, but they've been through all of this shit together, they're the only ones who fully understand what being a grey warden is like. They carry the burden on their shoulders, and they're probably going to lose each other to the archdemon.

And Morrigan waits until she's at her most vulnerable to ask that of her.

Again, I've gone into more detail about that before, but at this point Rose is done with people deceiving her. She's done with Morrigan... except she's not. It's the betrayal and knowing Morrigan got what she wanted that causes Rose to go searching for her.

To Morrigan's credit, she does give some answers. She claims she didn't thing the archdemon would show itself so soon, and she did what she had to because she didn't wish to see Tabris hurt or die. I believe her, and to an extent, Tabris believes her... but Morrigan still doesn't get WHY it's a betrayal.

Morrigan's right: She will never understand Tabris, and Tabris will never understand her. She can insist it's not a betrayal all she wants, but it absolutely is, and Tabris has never allowed anyone who crossed her to just walk away... except for Morrigan.

Until now.

Hearing that Morrigan manipulated her way into the trust of this Dalish clan so she could steal their book and run is just further evidence in Tabris' eye that she hasn't changed. Maybe it was always foolish to believe she could.

So... she stabbed Morrigan.

She didn't do it to kill her; Morrigan is the daughter of Flemeth and a powerful mage with healing magic, a mere stab isn't going to kill her.

No, it's about what the stab represents: "I am done with you."

And how the scene plays out? It's so dramatic and good, just the way everything slows down, the music, how they make eye contact as the stabbing happens just....

I know it sounds really bad, and this is the part where I remind everyone that I ADORE Morrigan, but the stabbing ending is so satisfying from a story-telling standpoint for my playthrough.

It's so tragic and it hurts and I hate it.... but I love it, y'know?

I love Witch Hunt, like I haven't even talked about Ariane and Finn, or how the circle just has all these books on Dalish artifacts and translations of elvhen, or how other eluvians can be found with a shard from the broken one in the dalish origin.... like you're telling me that Merrill had a piece of the puzzle? If she had the knowledge, she could've found a working eluvian to study?? I'm going to gnaw my own leg off--

Listen, I could gush about this all day.

But now that I've completely finished DAO, it's time to replay DA2.

[rainwingmarvel7]

The Lion and the Lamb

Part II. The Dressing of the Lamb

(@sikudastoner I’m back with them again - this one’s a bit shorter too, mostly setting the stage for what’s to come)

With delicate hands, Elinor Hightower tied the crimson satin lace of Nadya’s dress, pulling it tight against her bruised body. She bit back a wince, although she couldn’t stop her muscles from tensing at the sudden, slight pain pulsing beneath her skin and through her bones.

She wore a fine golden dress with elaborate red embroidery that fit her figure well. Her hair had been done up in a traditional Southern style, and a golden headpiece of ruby and pearl sat atop her head, matched by the necklace at her throat. Her cheeks had been made rosy, her lips painted as red as a rose, and her wounds covered as best as they could be.

She was sure that if she saw her reflection, she would scarcely recognize herself.

“My lady, are you alright?” Elinor asked. “I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

“I’m fine, Elinor,” Nadya responded quickly.“Its just been quite a while since I’ve worn such a tight dress. I’m afraid my body has grown weary of such things when it has still yet to heal.”

“Well, then I hope Lord Darren will be gentle during the bedding,” Elinor remarked. “If he is even capable.”

Nadya frowned. “What is that supposed to mean?” she asked warily.

“Your betrothed has a certain reputation,” Elinor responded as she finished tying the lace. There was no softness to her words. “He is never without a woman in his bed, and he is never satisfied with any of them. Nor anything really. He discards them as soon as he’s finished, then moves onto the next.”

“Do you think he’s compensating for something?” Nadya asked.

Elinor snorted. “He has to be,” she said. “What Lannister isn’t?”

“He really does sound just like the rest of them,” Nadya murmured. “Lannisters.”

She spat out the word as if it tasted like salt. The idea of being married to one was still vile to her. Especially Darren. If she had to be married to one, she would have preferred his older brother, Jaime. Even Lymond seemed preferable.

Elinor moved around to face Nadya, her blue eyes clear and piercing, full of a fiery intensity that Nadya admired. She clasped her hands in her own, giving them a tight squeeze.

“He is just like the rest of them, and yet not at all,” she said. “I do hope that he will be a good husband to you, Nadya.” She cupped Nadya’s face in her hands, her grip surprisingly strong. “But a lion is still a lion, and you are another pretty lamb wandering into his waiting teeth. Do not let him devour you as he has all those other women. Perhaps you will come to love each other, or perhaps you will not. But you are not his prey, Nadya Dormaire. You will never be. Remember that.”

Nadya felt as though she could hardly breath as she stood outside the Sept of Baelor, her arm intwined with Alistair’s, waiting to make her entrance. Her heart pounded in her chest, frantic like a caged bird desperate to escape.

But there was no escape for her.

The doors to the Sept swung open, revealing the crowd of people gathered for the wedding ceremony. She saw her brothers and cousins and grandmother, all standing together. Her children, Ren and Lena, were there too, held in the arms of two nursemaids.

Nadya’s lower lip quivered. She didn’t like that her two infants, the last of Robb’s line, were so close to the lions who wanted them gone. But she had to believe that they were safe with her family. Perhaps the one good thing to come from her marriage would be some leverage for their protection.

Standing across from the Dormaires and Tyrells were the Lannisters. Nadya could feel Tywin’s gaze on her, and she could see the triumph in his eyes. He thought he had won.

The realization made her skin crawl, but she forced herself to look away from him, instead focusing ahead of her, where Darren stood with the High Septon.

Darren wore an expensive red doublet with trailing sleeves, accented with gold and embroidered lions. His golden hair was slicked back, and his ears neatly trimmed. Nadya had to admit to herself, he was very handsome.

She could see how he drew so many women in.

Darren’s expression was unreadable as Nadya let go of Alistair and ascended the steps to stand beside him. She wondered what he was thinking. He wasn’t happy with the arrangement, she knew. But what was he hiding behind those plump lips and sharp eyes?

“You may now cloak the bride and bring under your protection,” the High Septon instructed Darren.

Knowing what was expected of her, Nadya turned so that her back was to Darren. She felt the sudden weight of the cloak as it was draped over her shoulders with a surprising amount of care.

As she turned to face the Septon again, Nadya ran her hands through the pale red and gold fabric now adorning her shoulders. She tried to keep her hands from shaking, with little success.

Darren wouldn’t look at her, his hands clasped behind his back and his jaw set with barely contained emotion.

“Your Grace,” the High Septon said, addressing Joffrey, who was with the rest of his family on the steps. He was grinning from ear to ear, finding the whole thing quite amusing. “Your Grace,” he added to Cersei. “My Lords, My Ladies, we stand here in the sight of gods and men to witness the union of man and wife. One flesh, one heart, one soul, now and forever.”

Nadya could not bear his words, and she was suddenly overwhelmed with the urge to cry, and she fought back against the tears threatening to escape her. When she finally looked into Darren’s eyes, and he met hers, she saw the same despair, and her heart only ached more.

The lion and the lamb had been made one, and she was not sure she would survive it.

[most-datable-datable-bracket]

ROUND 3 MATCH 10

Alistair propaganda:

“I love his puns and sarcasm. He may be kinda dumb and like the epitome of boring white boy to some people, but i just love the humour he brings to the party.”

"alistair was literally forced to live in the stables growing up because the man who had stewardship of him remarried and she didn't like him; he's a bastard prince and tries to keep it secret but is almost identical to the king and you meet those two within 5 minutes of one another; he finds a rose in the middle of a battlefield and thinks how impossible it was to find something so beautiful in somewhere so terrible and it reminds him of finding you - so he saves it to give it to you; he's 20 and if you tell him to he will take the throne (even though it's always been his greatest fear - he'll do it if you're at his side); he doesnt know he's a half elf and its possible for him to live in the same castle as his mother later; he notices she looks at him strangely but he never finds out why; he's doomed to die young and so are you"

Shinjiro propaganda:

"shinjiro is leaps and bounds ahead of any of the other persona romance options. sorry NOT sorry literally jerk with a heart of gold taken to the nth degree his romance is BEAUTIFUL it's TRAGIC it's ultimately DOOMED BY THE NARRATIVE. literally a guilt-ridden man who despite his death wish reluctantly opens his heart to the MC and it's so touching and despite his struggles he still finds beauty and kindness in love and the small things. he's a great cook he's a lover of animals he is one of the only romance options that gives a shit about how the MC is doing. he TAKES a bullet for a kid but is saved literally by the PC romance/power of love in an ironic twist of fate that depends on the player liking his romance SO MUCH that you keep trying to hang out with him AFTER COMPLETING THE ROMANCE LINK.... he wakes up from a COMA at the end of the game because he feels the MC about to fade from this plane of existence (doomed romance alert) just so they can spend a few last moments together. Fucked up. his romance accomplishes more in his one month of gameplay time than any other options have in their whole runtime."