#alistair romance

[the-queen-across-the-water]

Ali doodle

[schwoobzilla]

damn alistair… you really get around huh?

(commissions i’ve done of alistair x warden. none of the characters are my own)

check my ko-fi if you want to get your own!!

[natbachika]

I love love...

[snacobie]

Decision of the flower 🌹

[beetnik-jay]

Love of my life fr fr

[sweetjulieapples]

Alistair: Babe, babe look! Look I'm doing king stuff.

Amell: (busy filing nails) You're doing great, sweetie!

[triaelf9]

Countdown to DAtV, day 11!

Back to DAO and my warden again ^_^ Got a soft spot for these cuties ^_^

f you want to join in on the Countdown hashtag, share a DA creation of yours that you've been wanting to repost! Let's share our old creations to get hyped for the new game!

[starlightchocolatecookie]

Original tweet by someone else but we know it would fit Alistair and his wife

[selky]

DA:O gif set 002 | Alistair Romance - I'd like to talk to you, privately.

[inquisitor-julia]

Did some of those cute kiss picrews that have been going around!

Ft. my cousland and alistair, hawke and anders, trevelyan and cullen, solas and lavellan, astarion and tav, and my dnd girl and her LI <3

[the-queen-across-the-water]

Maker’s breath

I’ve been reading too much Alistair filth during this dragon age renaissance

[f4iryt3a]

Echoes of an Eternal Love - Alistair*Warden (+18)

Warning : Explicit | Years after the Blight, Alistair and the Warden reunite for a moment they've both long awaited. Their love, forged through time and trials, rekindles in an intense passion, marking a new beginning for their relationship.

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He was there. Alistair. The same man, yet so different. The weight of the crown was evident in the curve of his shoulders, in the lines now etched into his brow. And yet, in his eyes, there was that familiar spark — that blend of gentleness and torment, of longing and pain.

She closed the door behind her, leaning her back against the heavy wood as though she needed its support to keep from collapsing. The air was thick, laden with silence and something far heavier: absence. The kind that had hollowed out their hearts for years.

He spoke first, his voice broken: “I thought I’d dreamed you.”

She didn’t respond immediately, fighting the tide of emotion threatening to overwhelm her. Her hands trembled slightly, her lips parting in an attempt to find the right words. But there were no words. Not for this. Not for them.

“I’m here.” Her voice was a whisper, barely more than a breath, as though speaking too loudly might shatter everything.

Alistair took a step towards her, then another, each movement laced with hesitation, as if one wrong move would cause her to vanish. When he was close enough to touch her face, he stopped. His fingers brushed her cheek, trembling, uncertain.

“By Andraste…” he breathed, eyes closed, as if in prayer or self-condemnation. “I’ve missed you so much.”

She placed her hand over his, pressing his palm against her cheek. The contact made them both shudder. That simple gesture, so intimate and fragile, broke something within them.

“Alistair” she whispered, and it was all he needed.

He pulled her to him abruptly, his arms wrapping around her with a near-desperate force. Their embrace was wild, brutal in its intensity, like two souls shipwrecked and finally found. She buried her face in his neck, inhaling deeply, as if she could absorb his essence, absorb him.

“I can’t… anymore” she choked out, her voice muffled against his skin. “I can’t pretend.”

Alistair clenched his jaw, his hands moving over her back, his fingers gripping at her armour as though afraid she might slip away.

“Neither can I. Every day, I… I thought it would stop, that the emptiness would fade. But it’s worse. It’s worse, and I’m falling apart…” He broke off, his breathing ragged.

She pulled back just enough to meet his gaze. What she saw there made her falter: pain, longing, and a need so raw it was almost unbearable. Without thinking, she cupped his face in her hands and drew him in.

The kiss was anything but gentle. It was a clash of lips, breath, and tears — a collision between the present and years of deprivation. They kissed like survivors, like people starved for a touch they thought they’d lost forever.

Alistair growled against her mouth, his hands lifting her almost off the ground, pulling her flush against him.

“You drive me mad” he murmured between kisses, his lips trailing to her jaw, her neck. Every word dripped with frustration, desire, and a love he’d never been able to forget. “I tried to forget you. Maker, I tried…”

She closed her eyes, hot tears spilling down her cheeks.

“Don’t say that. Don’t apologise.” Her hands slid into his hair, tugging gently, forcing him to lift his head and meet her gaze. “We don’t have time for that. Not now.”

Their breaths were ragged, their bodies pressed together as if trying to bridge the years of distance between them. Alistair nodded, unable to speak, and kissed her again. This kiss was slower, but no less devastating. His hands slipped beneath her tunic, seeking the warmth of her skin, and she shivered at his touch.

They stumbled back, colliding with the stone table in the centre of the room. Alistair lifted her effortlessly, setting her down on the cold surface, his lips never leaving hers. His fingers fumbled with the fastenings of her armour, loosening them with barely restrained urgency.

“Tell me this is real” he whispered, his voice trembling as he cupped her cheek, resting his forehead against hers. “Tell me I’m not dreaming.”

She took his hand and pressed it to her chest, where her heartbeat raced, wild and erratic. “This is real. We are real.”

He closed his eyes, exhaling a broken sigh. And then, as if finding peace in the chaos, he kissed her again, more gently this time. But the passion simmered beneath the surface, ready to ignite once more.

In that hidden room, shielded from the world, they finally let down the walls they had built for far too long.

Alistair’s gaze locked onto hers, his fingers tracing her cheek with a tenderness so intense it was almost painful. Each touch felt hesitant, as though he feared it was all a mirage, ready to vanish at any moment.

“I dreamed of you” he murmured, his voice rough, cracking under the weight of emotion. “Every night. Even when I knew it was hopeless.”

She ran her hands over his chest, feeling the tension in the muscles beneath his partially undone tunic.

“You weren’t alone” she whispered, her voice a breath laced with truth. “I dreamed too… of this. Of us.”

Their lips found each other again, but this time, there was no more urgency. It was no longer a battle against time but a slow, tender exploration, as if they were trying to mend the cracks left by the years. Every kiss was a silent promise, every touch an attempt to piece back together a love that had never truly faded. Alistair undid the final straps of her armour, letting it fall to the floor with a dull thud. He paused for a moment, taking her in, absorbing every detail, every scar he knew by heart. His hands rested on her hips, his thumbs tracing slow, deliberate circles on her bare skin.

“You’re… so beautiful.”

She smiled, a sad but genuine smile, pulling him closer as her legs wrapped around his waist. " You always say that, even when I’m covered in dust and darkspawn entrails.”

He laughed — a rare, almost forgotten sound. But there was warmth in it, a lightness he hadn’t felt in a long time. “That’s because it’s true.”

Their embrace grew more intimate, more urgent, their bodies seeking to fill the void left by years of separation. His hands explored every curve, every line, rediscovering familiar territory that had never really been forgotten. His lips followed a heated path along her neck, descending slowly, savouring every shiver he elicited.

She whispered his name, and that simple word, heavy with desire and pain, made him tremble. He lifted his head, their eyes locking once more. “Say it again” he breathed, his voice almost pleading.

“Alistair…” This time, it was a prayer, a call. And he answered it without hesitation.

He lifted her, carrying her to the makeshift bed they had once shared, a nest of worn but soft blankets. They fell together, bodies entwined, hearts beating as one. Every touch, every kiss, every breath was a reminder of what they had lost, but also of what they were willing to fight for.

The outside world ceased to exist. There was only the tangle of their bodies, their whispered words, their muffled gasps in the darkness. Desire burned bright, but the love beneath it made it all the more powerful, all the more profound.

Alistair paused, his forehead resting against hers, their breaths mingling in the shadows. Each heartbeat thudded in the heavy air, almost tangible. The silence surrounding them wasn’t empty; it was filled with everything they had never been able to say, with everything they had always wanted to.

His hands slid slowly down her arms, stopping just long enough to intertwine their fingers. A simple, intimate gesture, but one so charged with meaning that it felt almost sacred.

“I want…” He trailed off, searching for words, but none felt right. He shook his head, a sad yet tender smile briefly lighting up his face. “I just want to feel you. Here. Now. Nothing else matters.”

She tightened her grip on his fingers, guiding them gently to her waist, her own movements slow, almost reverent. “Then take me, Alistair. As if it’s the last time. As if…”

Her voice broke, but he understood. They didn’t need to finish sentences, not now. Everything they felt was already etched into every movement.

Alistair pulled her closer, their bodies pressing together in perfect harmony. He kissed her, and this time, the kiss was a promise: to hold on to her, to never let her go again. His hands found their way, exploring her skin with an almost painful slowness, savouring each shiver, each sigh he drew from her.

Slowly, he eased her back onto the blankets, settling above her, his eyes locked onto hers. He didn’t move right away, choosing instead to savour this suspended moment, this point where everything still felt possible.

“I love you” he whispered, his voice barely audible, but she heard it. She felt it in every fibre of her being.

Alistair’s gaze never left hers, his eyes filled with an intensity that was almost painful. He was breathless, as if every second spent apart from her had been a struggle, and now, here, he could finally breathe. His hands moved over her body with deliberate slowness, tracing every curve as though committing the sensation to memory. Every touch was imbued with a blend of reverence and urgency.

He brushed his lips against her collarbone, slowly trailing down her sensitive skin, placing light kisses along every inch. His fingers, trembling but determined, slid over the fabric still covering her, seeking to free her from the last barrier between them. She arched beneath his touch, one hand curling around his neck to pull him back to her, their lips meeting in a deeper, more desperate kiss.

Their breaths mingled, the air between them thick with desire and memories. Every movement felt both too slow and too fast, as if they couldn’t wait any longer but also wanted to savour each second. Alistair exhaled a shaky breath against her neck, his forehead resting against her skin as he fought to maintain control.

“I want to feel you. All of you” he murmured, his voice rough, almost broken by emotion.

She responded by slipping her hands under his tunic, caressing the warmth of his skin. “Then take me, Alistair. I’m here. With you.”

Their eyes met again, and that was enough. A silent understanding, a wordless promise. He kissed her once more, his hands gliding over her hips to pull her closer, their bodies instinctively seeking each other’s warmth. Time seemed to slow, each heartbeat echoing in the room, a reminder of their shared longing. And as he touched her, his lips tracing burning paths across her skin, they finally gave in to the passion they had held back for too long, their whispered words lost in the darkness.

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The silence in the room was broken only by their heavy, intermingled breaths. Alistair didn’t rush. He wanted to savor every second, every sensation. His warm, steady fingers traced imaginary lines across her skin, sliding up her arms to the delicate curve of her neck. There, he lingered, his thumb gently brushing her jaw as his lips followed closely, planting light but insistent kisses.

She shivered under his touch, her hands gripping his shoulders as if afraid he might pull away. But he had no such intention. Alistair leaned in further, pressing his weight against her, anchoring their bodies together. He took a deep breath, drinking in her scent, the warmth of her skin against his.

"I’ve dreamed of this moment... so many times." His voice was rough, barely a whisper, as if he feared breaking the spell of the moment.

She lifted her face to meet his gaze, her eyes shining with an emotion both tender and intense. "So have I. I don’t want to wait anymore."

Her words ignited something in him. With a tenderness tinged with determination, he slid his hands to her hips, pausing to savor the curve of her waist before pulling her closer. Their lips met again, this time in a deeper, slower kiss, heavy with all the emotions they had held back during their years apart.

Alistair’s fingers wandered over her bare skin, tracing the silken expanse of her stomach. He felt her breath hitch against his mouth, drawing a small, teasing smile from him. "Still so impatient..." he murmured against her lips, his tone playful but filled with his own eager anticipation.

She responded by slipping her hands under his tunic, her fingers gliding over the warmth of his chest. Every scar, every taut muscle beneath her touch told a story of the battles he had fought, of the man he had become. Alistair shuddered at her touch, and she seized the opportunity to gently guide him onto his back.

Straddling him, she took a moment to admire him, her fingers lazily drawing circles on his chest. Alistair gazed up at her with undisguised adoration, his hands resting on her hips, grounding her firmly against him. He loved this feeling—the shared control between them, this silent dance where neither sought to dominate but rather to share in each other’s strength.

“You’re beautiful…” he whispered, the words escaping before he could stop them.

She leaned in, her hair falling in a cascade around their faces, creating a cocoon of intimacy. “Alistair… stop talking.”

The silence in the room was heavy, broken only by their ragged breaths and the distant crackle of the fire. The Warden slid slowly down Alistair’s body, her lips brushing against his warm skin, every movement infused with tenderness and desire. Her hands, hesitant yet passionate, explored familiar territory with a renewed sense of devotion.

He closed his eyes, a low groan escaping his throat as she continued her exploration, each touch sending waves of pleasure crashing over him. It was intense, almost too much.

When he finally reached his peak, his body tensed, his breath hitched, and a whisper—her name—fell from his trembling lips. She moved back up slowly, her kisses tracing an invisible path along his skin, her lips soft and teasing.

“Cheeky” he murmured, a playful smile lighting up his face as his hands framed her cheeks, pulling her into a hungry kiss.

In a gentle motion, he rolled her onto her stomach, his fingers gliding down her back in an exquisite caress. She shivered, each brush of his touch awakening sensations long buried.

Alistair chuckled softly, the deep, warm sound resonating in her ear. He placed a feather-light kiss on her shoulder, then another, lower on her neck. Slowly, he trailed down her spine, savoring each sigh she let slip.

“You’re beautiful..” he whispered against her skin, his hands caressing her curves, teasing, worshipping.

She arched slightly under his touch, her cheeks flushed, caught between desire and impatience. When he pressed gently against her, a soft moan escaped her lips. Alistair, ever attentive, paused for a moment, savoring how she trembled beneath him.

He entered her slowly, every inch of their union bringing them to a place where time no longer mattered. She arched further, biting her lip to stifle her moans, but he shook his head, his mouth near her ear.

“Let me hear you. Please.”

That was all it took for her to let go, to abandon all restraint. Their bodies moved together in a gentle but deep rhythm, every motion filled with infinite tenderness. He placed kisses along her neck, his hands caressing every inch of skin he could reach, as if trying to etch this moment into his memory.

But soon, the need for more became undeniable. He rolled her onto her back, his eyes locked onto hers. He wanted to see her, every expression, every shiver, every sigh. She opened her legs to welcome him, her gaze burning with the same desire.

“I missed you so much” he breathed before resuming his movements, more intense this time.

They lost themselves in that passionate dance, their bodies reclaiming what time had stolen. Their skin met in a wild rhythm, but never rough. It was urgent, necessary, but always filled with love.

The climax drew near, and they both felt it. Alistair’s thrusts became faster, deeper, his hands gripping her hips firmly. She moaned his name one last time before surrendering, trembling as waves of ecstasy overtook her.

He followed, his breath ragged, his face buried in her neck, her name a sacred whisper on his lips.

The silence fell again, only disturbed by their heavy breathing. Alistair collapsed beside her, his heart still racing. She turned her head toward him, her eyes bright with tears, her trembling hand gently brushing against his cheek.

"I love you" she whispered simply, her voice broken with emotion.

He took her hand and kissed it, his eyes filled with a silent promise. "Always."

And in that suspended moment, nothing else mattered. They stayed entwined, their bodies still buzzing with the intensity they had just shared. The silence was soft, almost sacred, only interrupted by the murmur of the wind outside. Alistair slid a hand into the Warden’s messy hair, his fingers lingering on each strand as if he wanted to engrave this sensation in his memory. She, nestled against him, savored the comforting warmth of his body, her fingers lightly grazing his skin. Each caress was a silent vow, a promise that neither time nor duty could break their bond.

After a long moment, he took a deep breath, his gaze lost in the ceiling as if searching for the right words among the invisible stars.

"You know…" he murmured in a hoarse voice, still filled with emotion.

She lifted her head, her curious gaze meeting his.

"I… I never imagined my life like this" he continued softly. "Being king, leading… all of it felt so distant from me."

He paused, a smile almost shy lighting up his face.

"But you… you make all of it bearable. No, more than that. You make it beautiful."

The Warden looked at him with infinite tenderness, but he wasn’t finished. His eyes locked with hers, shining with a newfound intensity.

"So listen to me carefully. No matter what the world says, no matter the protocols or expectations… you will be my one and only Queen. Not because you’re a warden, or because of what you represent. But because I love you. You."

She burst into soft, crystalline laughter, her head gently falling back against his chest.

"Alistair" she murmured, amused yet deeply moved. "You really are incorrigible, you know that?"

She lifted her head again, capturing his lips in a tender kiss, filled with all the love she didn’t know how to express otherwise. Slowly, she pulled back just enough to press her forehead against his, their breaths mingling.

"Very well" she whispered. "I accept your promise, my king."

She emphasized her words with a slight smile before snuggling closer to him, her arms wrapping around him gently. Alistair held her close, his lips pressing a kiss to her forehead. They stayed like that, in a cocoon of love and warmth, their hearts beating in unison. The world outside could wait. Here, in this disheveled bed, beneath the soft glow of flickering candles, they were simply two souls in love. Nothing else mattered.

And the story continue - Alistair made the Warden his Queen, the one who shared his days and watched over his nights. Their union wasn’t merely political, nor dictated by duty. No, it was forged in the flames of a love that was genuine, deep, raw, and tender all at once. He married her under a starry sky, every vow exchanged resonating with sincerity. Their gazes never parted, as if the world around them faded away. And from this love, from this pure, consuming passion, came a child. An heir, yes, but above all, the fruit of a true, unshakable love. Their story became a legend told by the fireside, that of a warrior king and his Queen, bound by much more than crowns. Bound by their hearts, their souls, and every breath they shared.

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[saintsandsorcery]

“I kind of think the same thing when I look at you.” – post battle

Missed Dragon age: Origins, replayed it, romanced Alistair again, came up with this

Imagine…

it’s moments after the final battle against the Archdemon, the world around him existing in a single blur.

Most of the items gathered during their travels are strewn all around her room. Manuscripts, weapons - all forgotten save for a precious few. The only thing she spared any space in their pockets for at all are health and lyrium potions. Only the absolute necessary.

So imagine Alistairs surprise when she rises, suddenly not only herself anymore, but a hero. Imagine the way he would look at her, trying to catch his breath, trying to grasp that this is really over. Imagine how he now sees her all different, but still the same.

He watches her reach for the little pocket above her heart, a sigh of relief escaping her as she unbuttons it. He closes the distance between them, focusing on the object cradled in the palm of her hand.

That final little confirmation that she still loves him.

His rose.

[snacobie]

King and Lionheart

@greenieart ‘s warden 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

[lerulpes]

in this house we love alistair theirin more than our lives. and also kiss him on the mouth passionately

[rae1123]

I finally finished my Shadow Dragon Rook play through. However I started really missing my boy Alistair from Origins, so I decided to play as him for my Grey Warden Rook play through. So far, I am very happy with the results!