#Zevran x alistair

[alltears]

dragon age twitter au? dragon age twitter au. ORIGINS + VEILGUARD!!! HAPPY MORRIGAN RETURN HAPPY RELEASE DATE HAPPY PREORDER!!!!

[tobythewise]

for Zevistair this dadwc friday: “You’re snapping. Headache again?”

-inquisimer

Thank you so much for the prompt!! written for @dadrunkwriting <3 I accidentally took a lil bit of an angsty take but hopeful ending. I hope you enjoy!

Content: Timeline wise this is set after origins but before inquisition at the Keep, established relationship, Inquistion Calling, Angst with a hopeful ending

Zevran’s steps are silent as he moves across the rampart. These walls have recently been redone, making it harder for him to properly sneak in, but walls have never stopped him before. 

There are guards on the walls, walking their routines. He’ll need to tell the Warden Commander to talk to everyone about making their routes too predictable. If someone wanted to scale a sneak attack, these routines would make it far too easy. 

Ducking into the shelter of darkness, Zevran pulls out his lockpick, getting to work on opening the door into one of the outer towers. Lock picking might not be his strong suit but in the time since the archdemon’s death, he’s been practicing! No more snarky comments about his insufficient skills. 

The lock clicks and he smiles to himself. He’s careful with the door, not wanting it to squeak as he pushes inside. 

Heading down the stairs, he makes his way into the main part of the keep. He keeps his head on a swivel, his ears to the floor to hear any footsteps. He wants to surprise his beloved warden and refuses to get caught before he can get to him. 

Footsteps prickle his ears and Zevran quickens his steps. It’s only a few more hallways before he finds the door he’s looking for. He slips inside without a sound.

Zevran is expecting the room to be empty. Usually, Alistair is either doing patrols or is with the Warden Commander. It would appear that tonight, he’s already in bed. That’s odd. Really odd. 

His armor comes off silently and he hands it in Alistair’s closet. Then his weapons come off next. He stripes himself until he’s comfortable in his underclothes before moving over to the bed. 

Alistair’s hair sticks out from the top of his sheets. Zevran’s chest clenches with affection at the sight. He’s missed his warden. The last mission lasted far too long for his comfort but on the bright side, the latest string of assassination attempts have been taken care of. They’re off his trail. For now. 

As much as Zevran wants to let Alistair sleep, the bigger part of him wants to get into bed with him and he can’t do that until he’s properly awake. He runs his fingers through Alistair’s blond hair. It’s gotten longer since the last time he was here. 

“Mi amor? Alistair?”

Alistair murmurs in his sleep. It takes a moment before he’s grumbling and opening his eyes. “Fuck off, Tristian.”

Zevran chuckles warmly. “Not our lovely Warden Commander I’m afraid.”

“What?” Alistair looks up, his eyes finally focusing on Zevran. “Zev?”

He’s so adorable like this, all confused and rumpled from sleep. He does his best not to think about how easy of a target a sleepy Alistair could be. He really needs to have a talk with him about making his room harder to break into. That can wait until the morning though. 

“Yes, it’s me. I’ve missed you.”

Alistair sits up, rubbing at his eyes. “I’ve missed you too. What are you doing here?”

“I’ve come to see you, of course.”

“Right. Yeah, that makes sense.” Alistair nods his head. His eyes are puffy with dark circles under them. Zevran frowns. “By the Maker, what time is it? Do I need to get up?”

“No, no. Stay in bed. I was hoping to actually join you. If you’re agreeable that is.”

“Yeah, that’s fine,” Alistair says with a deep sigh. He shifts himself lower, pulling the covers over his face. 

Zevran suddenly feels unwelcome in Alistair’s space. This is a first for them. He debates whether he should take Alistair’s words or pack his things and leave in order to give him some space. 

The answer is given to him in the from of a hand reaching out of the blankets and wrapping around his wrist. 

“I’m sorry,” Alistair eventually says, “I’ve been getting these headaches,” he explains, his voice trailing off. 

“Oh,” Zevran breathes out. He lets Alistair pull him into bed with him, snuggling against his side, laying a gentle hand against the center of Alistair’s broad chest. “Is it - “ the question is left unspoken. Zevran can’t get himself to say it outloud, like that somehow will make it real. If he doesn’t say ‘The Calling’ then it can’t be that. 

“I don’t know,” Alistair eventually says. “Tristian thinks it’s something else. He’s actually thinking about sending me away to research a few things and speak with other wardens. Apparently, I’m not the only one hearing -” Alistair stops himself. He rubs at his eyes again. “I mean, having headaches.”

“Wherever you go, I will follow.”

Alistair finally opens his eyes. He gives Zevran the tiniest smile. “Thank you. I’m sorry I wasn’t more animated when I realized you were here. I’m really glad that you’re back.”

“I am glad as well. Perfect timing to join you on another grand adventure. Hopefully this time we won’t have to face an archdemon.”

Alistair manages a little chuckle. “Nothing brings people together quite like a blight.”

Zevran leans over, kissing Alistair’s cheek. Then he kisses his forehead, wishing he was a healer so his kiss would take some of his lovely warden’s pain away. Instead, all he can do is stay at Alistair’s side and help him on this mission. 

In the morning, Zevran will see Tristain and see what’s going on. He wants all the information he can get to help him track down what’s happening. There must be a reason more than one warden is hearing The Calling at the same time. 

If all else fails, he refuses to leave Alistair’s side. Long ago he’s come to realize he will see this through to the bitter end. Alistair may not be the first person he’s loved, but he will be the last. He won’t allow Alistair to experience any of this alone. 

Zevran moves so he’s sitting with his back against the headboard. “Put your head in my lap, my love. I’ll rub your head until you fall asleep.”

Alistair lets out a deep sigh, tucking himself against Zevran. “Thank you,” he whispers, “I love you.”

“And I, you. Get some rest. We’ll plan for this grand adventure in the morning.”

[crackedeluvian]

hey. zevistair fans. is there any fanart you have posted that youcan provide me . please i just wanna see them be gay

[barbex]

@breninarthur, I have no idea what happened to your ask, it has gone poof. But luckily I still have the email. Thank you for the prompt for @dadrunkwriting! Have little zevistair fic.

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Alistair tries to loosen the stiff collar of his shirt without being too obvious about it. But of course, that thing is like a plank of wood, bleached and starched to the point of not being fabric anymore, and it pokes into his skin. How he hates this, all of this. It's not just the collar, it's the heavy coat, the tight trousers, the layers upon layers of richly decorated, heavy fabric draped all over his body indicating a status he doesn't feel he deserves. 

He catches a raised eyebrow from Anora and drops his hands to his sides. Caught again. They may only be married on paper, but she definitely has her eyes on him. His gaze flees from Anora's glare to the other side of the room and gets caught on quite another set of eyes. 

Amusement twinkles around the corners of Zevran's eyes as he raises his glass towards him. Alistair is about to rush forward, but someone, some noble lady and her annoying wife, step in his way, pinning him in a conversation about landrights and dalish elves. It's a conversation he keeps having, every five minutes or so it seems. As he rattles off the information about the reinstatement of rights and the office for land disputes, open every day of the week except on Sunday, he watches Zevran stroll along the cold buffet.

Occasionally, he picks something off the plates, looking at Alistair as he pops a morsel in his mouth. Then he moves to the desserts, taking a tiny bowl of iced fruit foam. He watches Alistair intensely, turning fully towards him as he dips his tongue into the foam, slowly. 

Alistair stops talking in the middle of a sentence, just staring at Zevran, licking that sinful stuff. He can't take this. "Please excuse me," he mumbles, parting the crowd like an angry bull as he stomps over the dancefloor to Zevran.

"But, your Highness!" someone calls after him. 

He ignores it, he has a mission. "Zevran." He's out of breath, as if he had to cross half of the Deep Roads to reach his love. 

"Yes, my king?" Zevran licks another deep gorge into the frozen cream in the bowl, not hiding his grin.

"Come." Alistair grabs Zevran's arm and pulls him behind him, ignoring the gasps and titterings as he drags him into a servant hallway. 

"You're causing a scandal, my king." Zevran's complaint would be more convincing if he wouldn't laugh like a schoolboy. To see him laugh like this, with ease and joy like he does so rarely, makes Alistair's heart jump in his chest.  

As the door falls closed behind them, Alistair spins Zevran around until his back hits the wall, very aware that Zevran is letting this happen, when he could easily side step Alistair's clumsy movements. "A scandal would have been what I want to do to you right now." 

Smiling at him, Zevran widens his stance and pulls Alistair closer. "I can hardly wait, my dear warden."

Alistair presses his nose into Zevran's neck, breathing him in. "Zev, I missed you so much."

"And I you, Alistair," Zevran says with a soft voice. "I didn't mean to distract you —"

"Yes, you did." Alistair straightens, trying to look intimidating but obviously failing because he just can't stop smiling. 

"Guilty as charged," Zevran whispers against his lips, carefully kissing him. "Seeing you with all these fine people..."

"Terrible people, vipers, all of them."

"Still, they get to be close to you," Zevran says, sliding his fingers into Alistair's hair. "When I can just watch."

"They will never get as close as you, that I can promise." Alistair wraps his arms around Zevran's slender form and lifts him up. "And I want you much closer right now and I'm not waiting anymore." He throws Zevran over his shoulder and kicks the door open to the hallway. 

"I am certain I can walk." Zevran shakes with laughter. 

Alistair huffs as he climbs the stairs up to the royal chambers. "At least for once, I want to feel useful."

"Then, by all means, carry on." Zevran's hands wander over Alistair's back. "I'm looking forward to divest you of these clothes." 

"You and me, my love. You and me."

[blarrghe]

Hey hey hey 10 “You never believe me! If I told you right now that I love you, would you even believe me?” forrrrrr zeviolstair OR pavellan

You always send me prompts that I wind up incorporating into Party Camp I hope you're happy

For @dadrunkwriting and Strange Feelings in the Party Camp, some zeviolstair.

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Violet is laughing, clutching Zevran's arm and laughing through her tears.

"Thank you," she says, wiping one away, gaze lingering on Zevran's still-concerned smile and then flicking over to him. "Maker, this is why I love you."

Alistair catches Zevran blushing, but he backs away and makes room when she says that, as though she hadn't said it to him. Violet grips his arm and pulls him back.

"Love you both," she clarifies, and she doesn't need to look Alistair in the eye for him to believe it, and she knows it, so her gaze snaps back to Zevran, defiant.

"Ah," Zevran hesitates. It's...

Is he allowed to be cute?

Alistair thinks it's cute, how he hesitates.

"I... thank you."

Violet's eyes narrow. Alistair almost laughs. Wrong choice, he thinks, that isn't what you say back when Violet Cousland tells you she loves you. He would know.

"You don't believe me?"

"Mi amor, of course I..." Zev swallows like he's choked on the Antivan phrase he's just spun. He says that all the time, mi amor, and Alistair knows just enough Antivan to know it means 'my love', and more than enough about Zevran to know that it's not really supposed to. Except it does.

He's always meant it, just draws it out and purrs over it and spreads it around, thinks they won't notice if he does it like that, which is precisely why he can't say it now.

"We both do, Zev." It's a rare moment for him, to be able to say something so succinct and just be done with it, but that sounded right. His own voice dips low and quiet, both his and Violet's eyes land on him, and he just lets that hang there. He takes Zev's hand. "You know that."

Zevran pulls his hand back. Alistair's never seen him blush so deeply. "Do I, now?"

He's doing a bad job of playing this off. Violet giggles.

"Mm, well, you ought to." Violet bumps her head into his shoulder.

Alistair crosses his arms and nods in agreement. "Sure, we say it enough, right Vi?"

"I've said it," she agrees, kissing Zev's cheek. "And we had that long talk, me and you."

"Mhm," Alistair nods.

"Aye, you've said it..." Zevran sighs like he's contemplating some difficult lock. "When was this talk?"

Alistair shrugs. "Week ago? Days are running together."

"I told him I loved you still, asked if it was alright."

"I just laughed, I was so relieved," Alistair adds in.

"And then we went on about him, didn't we?"

"Oh, into the night."

Zevran looks between them, skeptical eyebrow raising, defensive smirk forming, something almost like annoyance in his eyes, under it all. Alistair's heart sinks just a little, and he does a similar-but-different kind of not showing it.

"Ha ha, very funny," Zevran retorts, sarcastic and a smidge too defensive and so far off base it pangs in Alistair's sinking heart.

"Didn't I tell you he'd never believe you?" Alistair shoots Violet a raised-eyebrow and a look she'll know what to do with.

She nods, and her smile is the only one of theirs that isn't hiding something. She can get through to both of them like no one else can.

"Zevran, look at me," she says.

He does. She doesn't even say anything, and his eyes well up.

"Maker," Alistair sighs into a real smile and just collects him under an arm, draping his weight across Zev's shoulders and taking in the scent of his hair. "Finally."

"I -- this was not to be about me -- I do not need you two to - to..."

"Love you?" Violet finishes for him, not what he was going to say, Alistair knows, but absolutely what he was going to mean. "We've only tried to tell you half a million times each."

"You have not!" Zevran protests.

He's said it plenty of times, actually, thank you very much, Alistair thinks. Zev's just never heard him.

He said it after the very first time he'd ever buried himself inside him, and fine, he supposes he understands why Zev might think that one didn't count. Supposes he gets why Violet mumbling it out sleepily into his naked chest didn't register, either. He's said it when they're both in his arms by the fire, and maybe those times Zevran sat there obliviously considering himself an accessory to it all, but Violet's the one of the two of them that's really shy with the word. Because Alistair? Alistair says it.

He says it when Zevran cooks and brings him a bowl of something that actually tastes like food. He says it when Zev's got him bent forward and cramping with laughter. He says it when he pulls him up after a hard fight, checking him for injuries before letting the rest of his adrenaline out in a crushing embrace.

"Oh, thank the Maker," he remembers saying breathlessly, pulling Zev up from a muddy pit of a narrowly-missed ogre-stomp, just the other day, "Maker, I love you too much for you to get smushed by some giant stinking foot. Don't scare me like that."

So he shoved him after, didn't make it less true.

"You never believe me," Alistair corrects, jostling him now as well, still pulled tight under his arm. "If I told you right now that I loved you, would you even hear me?"

He can't do it quite like Violet does. Whatever surety she puts in a look, he's never had that. He has a goofy smile, eyes that don't like long, important looks into other eyes much. But he presses a rough kiss into the side of Zevran's face and feels just how hot his cheeks have gotten, and he's pretty sure it gets through.

"Mi amor," Zevran breathes. "I... my apologies."

"So we all agree?" Violet asks hopefully, scooching her way closer on the bench to get wrapped up under Alistair's other arm. She pushes her head into Zev's shoulder again.

"It appears that way," Zevran mumbles, and Alistair tastes the salt of his tears when he kisses his cheek again.

"I love you, Zev," Alistair closes his eyes and whispers it into his soft hair, this time.

"We both do," Violet concludes.

[nesquako]

Dragon age is more alive than ever and i want to share my wisdom in this matters

[marduksstuff]

I REALLY LOVE ROMANCE WITH ALISTAIR

[sinizade]

"You must think I'm royally stupid."

"I think you're royally tough to kill, And utterly gorgeous."

A remake of one of my first Zevran drawings

[dailydadoodles]

Meanwhile, at camp:

[art-bloob]

Been playing origins and inquisition concurrently lmao

[kiivg]

.King’s Council.

[alltears]

dragon age twitter au? dragon age twitter au. THE BISEXUALIFICATION OF ALISTAIR THEIRIN EDITION (and also some blackwall shenanigans)

[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. 

[pisscrossiant]

Dragon age origins ROMANCE Headcanons [part 1?]

Starting with my favorites to least favorites

Leliana

She is a major cuddler, she's constantly hugging, spooning, and kissing you when she gets the chance.

She always stays by your side during battle she's too worried to leave you alone in case you getting hurt.

She constantly has nightmares where you betray her like Marjolaine did, or where you are murdered by Marjolaine.

She loves playing with your hair, she'll put bows in it, she'll braid it, put it in pigtails or twin braids, if she's sitting next to you she'll reach over to your hair so she can twirl it in her fingers.

Zevran

He's big on aftercare, he'll make sure you're comfortable afterwards, make sure you're clean and warm, he'll get you food. It's one of his ways to show you how much he cares.

He loves PDA, he likes showing people that you're with him. Whether this is grabbing you by the waist, kissing you, or holding your hand, he finds someway to show his love.

He's had nightmares of you being in Rinna's place, or of Talisan killing you (this one's inspired by a post I saw)

He constantly hangs on you, he'll have his arms wrapped around your shoulders, holding you from behind and resting his head on your shoulder, wrapping his arm around your torso, anything he just hangs on you when y'all are doing anything together.

Morrigan

She has a hard time adjusting to being loved, she never experienced love from her mother or any other person so it takes a while for her to get used to you expressing your love for her.

Instead of holding your hand or holding your torso like the others, when walking she'll just walk very close to you. Even though you're together doesn't mean she constantly wants to be touched.

She's had thoughts of what could happen to you, you either dying at a darkspawns hand or dying when you slay the arch demon. She has thoughts like that constantly, she's terrified that is what will become of you one day.

She gets very possessive of you to people she doesn't know/doesn't like, she'll pretty much latch onto you and give terrifying glares to the person you're talking too.

Alistair

He gets so embarrassed when anyone mentions how cute you two are together, or how he looks at you. He'll turn into a stuttering mess if someone talks about your relationship.

He doesn't like PDA or anything besides holding hands and hugs, but behind closed doors He's attached to you, he's hugging you, kissing you, etc. He won't leave you alone.

He constantly lays awake at night thinking about how you could die at any moment, how you can die easily by a darkspawn if the camp is ambushed, how an assassin can take you out, how you will most likely die if you kill the arch demon. He doesn't get much sleep because of it.

He's very awkward, this is his first relationship after all, he doesn't know what to do when he's around you or how to act, he's honestly just a hot mess half the time.

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Might make this into a series, I will gladly take any Headcanon requests if anyone has any prompts they want me to talk about!

[barbex]

maybe alistair and someone from the intimate romance prompt: "flirting with your lover from across the room"? :)

Thank you for this prompt for @dadrunkwriting.

It was time for a little zevistair tonight:

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Alistair tries to loosen the stiff collar of his shirt without being too obvious about it. But of course, the thing is like a plank of wood, bleached and starched to the point of not being fabric anymore, and it pokes into his skin. How he hates this. It's not just the collar, it's the heavy coat, the tight trousers, the layers upon layers of richly decorated, heavy fabric draped all over his body. 

He catches a raised eyebrow from Anora and drops his hands to his sides. Caught like an unruly child. They may only be married on paper, but she definitely has him under control, like a real wife. His gaze flees from Anora's glare to the other side of the room and gets caught on quite another set of eyes. 

Amusement twinkles in Zevran's eyes as he raises his glass towards him. Alistair is about to rush forward, but someone, some noble lady and her annoying wife, step in his way, pinning him in a conversation about landrights and dalish elves. It's a conversation he keeps having, every five minutes or so it seems. As he rattles off the information about the office for land disputes, open every day of the week except on Sunday, he watches Zevran stroll along the cold buffet.

Occasionally, he picks something off the plates, looking at Alistair as he pops some morsel in his mouth. Then he moves to the desserts, taking a tiny bowl of iced fruit foam. He watches Alistiar intensely, turning fully towards him as he dips his tongue into the foam, slowly. 

Alistair stops talking in the middle of a sentence, just staring at Zevran, licking that sinful stuff. He can't take this.

"Please excuse me," he mumbles, parting the crowd like an angry bull as he stomps over the dancefloor to Zevran.

"But, your Highness!" someone calls after him. 

He ignores it, he has a mission. "Zevran." He's out of breath, as if he had to cross half of the Deep Roads to reach his love. 

"Yes, my king?" Zevran licks another deep gorge into the frozen cream in the bowl, not hiding his grin.

"Come." Alistair grabs Zevran's arm and pulls him behind him, ignoring the gasps and titterings as he drags him into a servant hallway. 

"You're causing a scandal, my warden."

As the door falls closed behind them, Alistair spins Zevran around until his back hits the wall, very aware that Zevran is letting this happen. "A scandal would have been what I want to do to you right now." 

Smiling at him, Zevran widens his stance and pulls Alistair closer. "I can hardly wait, my dear warden."

Alistair presses his know into Zevran's neck, breathing him in. "Zev, I missed you so much."

"And I you, Alistair," Zevran says with a soft voice. "I didn't mean to distract you —"

"Yes, you did." Alistair straightens, trying to look intimidating but obviously failing because he just can't stop smiling. 

"Guilty as charged," Zevran whispers against his lips, carefully kissing him. "Seeing you with all these fine people..."

"Terrible people, vipers, all of them."

"Still, they get to be close to you," Zevran says, "when I can just watch."

Alistair wraps his arms around Zevran's slender form and lifts him up. "I want you as close as possible and I'm not waiting anymore." He shoves Zevran over his shoulder and walks along the hallway. 

"I am certain I can walk." 

Alistair huffs. "At least for once, I want to feel useful."

"Then, by all means, carry on. I'm looking forward to divest you of these clothes." 

"You and me, my love. You and me."

[blarrghe]

Strange Feelings in the Party Camp

Ch. 11: All Things End

Oh my God I finally finished it.

Rating: M | Category: M/M/F | Words: 34,880  | Chapters: 11/11

Summary: Alistair is in love with Violet. Violet is sleeping with Zevran. Zevran is too good a friend to Alistair. Violet is too good a friend to Zevran. And can love even really be on the table, when you're all probably going to die?

Chapter Snippet:

It starts in a bed in Denerim. 

Morrigan leans over him, candlelight shining in her raven hair. 

But that is not the important bed. 

The night after they saved Anora, Alistair finds himself in a bed in Denerim. With Violet, with Zevran, with relief clouding his judgement. 

He would do anything, anything, just to keep them. 

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