#Alistair/warden

[deeplord]

someday

[wasuremonosposts]

This is my first playthrough

[jopzer]

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

[cadaveerie]

no one:

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

[agirlinsearchof]

Well. I was playing through the Ostagar DLC today. I intended to loot a Darkspawn corpse, but accidentally clicked on Alistair instead. And so he and my character had their first kiss after clearing out a wave of Darkspawn in the fort where they first met.

Somehow, I think it fits.

For bonus points, I gave him the Joining chalice, which I found in the exact same spot where they first met.

Also, King Cailan's corpse, the way it was shown, reminded me of some paintings of Saint Sebastian I had seen on the internet. Intentional reference?

Either way, there's a level of unintentional comedy to Dragon Age II when you realize the DLC companion is a highly religious archer named Sebastian... and his religion is the Christianity-parallel...

[heroofshield]

Whumpcember Day 5-Impaled (Dragon Age: Origins Alistair/Warden Cousland)

"Trap!"

Leliana's warning came late, the trap activating and catching Rose Cousland as she shoved Alistair out of the way. The iron spike breaking her armor and driving itself into her side, she let out a scream of pain as she dropped her sword.

"Rose!" Alistair shouted from his position on the floor, where he'd landed after she'd taken his place. Scrambling to his feet, he cautiously took a step towards her but stopped when she held out her hand.

"No." Rose gasped out, the pain nearly making her blackout. "Stay...there. Could...be more."

"Then Leliana'll find them and disarm them." Alistair was taking charge of the situation, even though he'd rather not. Turning to the bard, Leliana nodded and started to scour the room for anymore traps that might layabout.

Alistair let out a sigh and ran a hand through his already blood splattered hair. "Of all the times not to bring Wynne along..." he thought while taking a hesitant step towards Rose and trying not to stare at the wound that was starting to seep blood around the edges.

"You should've let me take it."

Rose let out a huff of amusement and grimaced at the pain it caused. "You always seem to get the fun traps, maybe I wanted a turn."

Alistair just shook his head and opened his mouth to answer when he heard Leliana shout, "The room is all clear!"

"Well now that that's taken care of, time to deal with mister pointy here."

"Alistair please, you're going to cause more damage with your jokes."

"Me joke at a time like this? Please, I know better. Just going to grab these," Alistair slowly reached for the pouch of potions at Rose's waist and careful unhooked them, combining them with his own and Leliana's. "Hmm...at least we have enough ice potions for when it gets too hot."

"I think I can deactivate this one, just be ready when I do." Leliana said as she slowly made her way around the pair, carefully looking for the mechanism that controlled it.

"At least we didn't bring Zevran this time." Rose grunted, trying to resist the urge to shift around and cause even more damage. "I'd never get out."

"That's not fair, he got us out of that jam in Redcliffe." Alistair replied as Leliana found what she was looking for and started studying it.

Rose raised an eyebrow, "Now I know I'm seriously injured, you of all people are defending Zevran."

"Only because he's not here to do it himself."

"Alistair, get ready." Leliana said, placing her hand into the mechanics of the trap. "On three. One...Two...Three!"

The scream echoed throughout the room and Alistair caught Rose as her legs gave out and fell forwards.

"Quick, the potions!" Rose heard Alistair shout before everything went black.

--

The dull ache in her side is the only thing that told Rose she was still alive. Slowly opening her eyes, she was greeted with the stone ceilings that had been a constant since arriving in Orzammar. The amazing carvings had been a reminder that beauty could be found in the ordinary and so far underground it had been somewhat comforting.

Pressing a hand to her side as she slowly sat up, she wondered how long she'd been out. Then a snore drew her attention to the foot of the bed and she turned her head to see Alistair asleep there; his head on the mattress awhile the rest of his body leaned against the bed.

A soft smile appeared as she watched her lover sleep. After watching her family and home be destroyed at the hands of Arl Howe, it had been hard to open up to someone again. But Alistair had been there, waiting patiently until she was ready. Somehow, in the midst of all the fighting and cajoling everyone to respect the treaties with the Warden's, they had found a bit of happiness with each other.

Alistair woke up and realized that in waiting for Rose to regain consciousness he had fallen asleep. Blearily raising his head, he ran hand over his face to get rid of the last cobwebs of sleep and looked up to see Rose awake and sitting up.

"You shouldn't be up so soon." he protested while standing and ignoring the protest of his own muscles.

"Says the man with drool still on his face." Rose gently teased, removing the hand from her side and placed it on the bed towards Alistair. "I'm fine. Perk of having drank darkspawn blood is improved healing remember?"

"I know just...we were all-I was...it was a close one." Alistair simply replied.

"Hey." Rose looked at Alistair, giving him a gentle smile once he was looking at her. "I'm here, we're both here. Together until the end, remember?"

"Together until the end." Alistair echoed, remembering the promise they made to each other that first night they'd slept together.

[fiberpunk027]

Rating: M/E

Pairings: Past Alistair/Warden Tabris, Anders/Warden Tabris

No Warnings for this Chapter

Summary:

Something about the palace's confined compound felt oddly familiar to Anders. Maybe it was the cramped small quarters, the guards around every corner, or the whispering behind hands as he walked past. Nevertheless, he tried to set aside his discomfort and concentrate on the talking points Zukal had asked him to go over earlier that morning. “The chantry teaches us that Andraste calls for magic to serve man. Is it not fair to assume that without the necessities man will become desperate? Does the thief not resort to crime only when at their most dire circumstances?” he read lazily off the thick parchment, “You realize this sounds ridiculous?” “It sounds ridiculous when you read it with a complete lack of conviction,” Zukal called over her shoulder as she busied herself with braiding her hair back. He tried to focus once more on the words in front of him but felt his eyes drifting back towards her till he gave up entirely and watched her deft hands weaving through the strands of her hair. Idly he daydreamed about trailing his fingers through her hair and inhaling its scent.

[cryptid-jack]

"You know, nice as this is, I do have a council meeting to get to." "I know─ I'm supposed to be there too, remember?" "Guess we'll be late together, then." "What are they going to do? Start the meeting without the king and his top advisor? They'll wait a few minutes." "Good point. Come around the front, then─ I want a proper hug. A kiss too, while we're at it. King's orders." "Then we'll really be late..."

(Ya'll I am just... the biggest slut for men with long hair so of course I had to try it out on Alistair! He rocks it, lets be honest 👀)

[saltlordofold]

Chapters: 1/2 Fandom: Dragon Age (Video Games), Dragon Age: Origins Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Alistair/Male Warden (Dragon Age), Alistair/Warden (Dragon Age), Alistair/Male Cousland (Dragon Age) Characters: Alistair (Dragon Age), Male Cousland (Dragon Age), Morrigan (Dragon Age), (Secondary character), Warden's Mabari (Dragon Age) Additional Tags: Unresolved Sexual Tension, Unresolved Romantic Tension, unresolved everything ok they’re still IDIOTS, Bisexual Alistair (Dragon Age), sliiight dubcon physical contact? Just to be sure, Blood and Gore, gross descriptions of the Joining, dao is a horror game you can’t change my mind, Sickness, Vomiting, emetophobia warning, Hurt/Comfort, if i forgot to tag something let me know!, Grief, Dissociation, Second chapter is done and should come out in the next few days 

Summary:

“The hunger you spoke of, after your Joining, I haven't felt any of it,” Cousland started to explain, “But there's been other things happening to my body. Other… well. Other appetites.”

wake up moronsexuals new Alidan fic just dropped

[athenasdragon]

ehehehe

[arwyninamaranthine]

[megafreeman]

Got this wonderful commission of my Warden Elijah and Alistair, done by the amazing @merruschka. Thank you so much for doing an amazing job!

[ooachilliaoo]

Twiddles

Elissa dragged her arm across her forehead, certain she looked an absolute mess. Her hair was probably sticking out at all angles, curls long since devolved into frizz. She could feel the sheen of sweat on her cheeks and the way her shirt was sticking at the back.

(She could only hope that there wasn’t a tell-tale stain as well…)

Usually, of course, she couldn’t have cared less about what she looked like while training. But then usually her training sessions were with Ser Gilmore, and there wasn’t anyone around to impress. At least not with her looks.

But lately, she found herself rather keen to impress with her looks.

Though to only one member of their little group in particular.

Normally, she wouldn’t have voluntarily elected to train in front of him – at least not in a way that required such intense effort – but the way Isabela had fought in the Pearl had been incredible, and she’d have been a fool to pass up the opportunity. Especially when Zevran knew her.

There was also something vaguely familiar about her too. Perhaps it was merely because she was a captain, but she thought it was more than that, a similar spirit, something shared by Isabela and herself and her mother.

She just wished Alistair had elected to remain in the brothel as Zevran had. She knew why he hadn’t, understood even, but having him out here lounging against the wall watching her with intense eyes as she tried to learn Isabela’s complex techniques was a little distracting, to say the least.

Twice already, Isabela had called a halt in order to loudly reprimand her for getting distracted by the tall, handsome scenery.

His coolly raised eyebrow had only made her blush even worse.

Possibly worse than his blush when the madam had informed him that many of her girls would be interested in soliciting his coin, and be glad to have done so.

She was still trying to ignore the rush of red hot jealousy that had elicited.

Still trying to convince herself that he wasn’t hers.

Read the rest on Ao3!

[nochi-quinn]

Fic/Fluff/Kinktober day 1

Fandom: Dragon Age: Origins Relationship: Alistair/Female Dalish Warden Rated: G Words: ~250 Prompt: hand-holding (kinktober alternate list)

Nadene liked when Alistair held her hand.

[neocities] [ao3]

[annalyia]

happy definitely not a whole month late again birthday @morgsmorgsmorgsblr <3 here's your fic!

title: counting stars

rating: G

pairing: Alistair/Female Cousland

length: 1,965

summary:   alistair and the warden take a relaxing moment to themselves to re-center and ground themselves, in spite of everything going on around them.

[agirlinsearchof]

It's interesting to me how much Alistair and Warden Cousland have in common.

Both, as far as they knew, lost everyone they cared about one night due to one man's betrayal, and now they seek revenge. One is a noble who has to learn how to be a Grey Warden, the other is a Grey Warden who, in some paths, has to learn how to be a noble. Cousland takes naturally to the leadership role, while Alistair can grow into the leadership role if nudged the right way.

Both also discover their sibling is alive later on.