Alistair Week

A week celebrating our favorite Warden, coming September 6th - 12th, 2026

[alistairweek]

Alistair Week is back, September 6th through 12th!

We hope you'll join us for another week of creativity and community! Just post your works using the tags #alistairweek and/or #alistairweek2026 to participate. Whether you use one prompt, combine prompts, or decide not to use them, all forms of creation are welcome!

See our rules/guidelines here and FAQ here for more information. We can't wait to see whatever the prompts inspire in you! Find us on other platforms: Twitter | Bluesky

Prompts: September 6th: Diverging Paths | Identity September 7th: Faith | Resentment September 8th: Pre-Blight | Post-Blight September 9th: Duty | Desire September 10th: Confidence | Self-doubt September 11th: Free Day September 12th: Beginnings | Endings

[alistairweek]

Alistair Week is back, September 6th through 12th!

We hope you'll join us for another week of creativity and community! Just post your works using the tags #alistairweek and/or #alistairweek2026 to participate. Whether you use one prompt, combine prompts, or decide not to use them, all forms of creation are welcome!

See our rules/guidelines here and FAQ here for more information. We can't wait to see whatever the prompts inspire in you! Find us on other platforms: Twitter | Bluesky

Prompts: September 6th: Diverging Paths | Identity September 7th: Faith | Resentment September 8th: Pre-Blight | Post-Blight September 9th: Duty | Desire September 10th: Confidence | Self-doubt September 11th: Free Day September 12th: Beginnings | Endings

[alistairweek]

Alistair Week 2026 is coming September 6th - 12th! Stay tuned for more info and prompts 💕

[picchar]

Day 5: Childhood

[aetherflowers]

Alistair Week Round-up

I posted a lot during Alistair week so I figured I'd do a quick round-up. And also use it as an excuse to repost my Alistair/Elona commission from @stealingpotatoes because it fills me with such tremendous joy.

Day 1: Firsts

Light: Alistair has had a lot of firsts. This is the best one yet. Rated: G

Day 2: What If?

bloodlines: What if Cailan had spoken to Alistair before the Battle of Ostagar? Rated: G

Day 3: Reunions

Make This Go On Forever: Alistair has been on a journey to find his father, but now he just wants to be home with those he loves most. Nothing in his life goes as planned. Rated: T (Mentions of pregnancy issues and child loss)

Day 4: Free Day

we can make forever feel this way: Alistair and Elona share a tent for the first time. Rated: M

Day 5: Childhood

Honeysuckle: Alistair is determined to spend some time with his family, and in the process plays a prank on Eamon. Rated: G

Day 6 & 7: Sacrifice & Victory

light up light up: Chapter 1 - The armies are rallied, it's time for the final push against the archdemon and the Blight. But when the truth comes out about the sacrifice that's required to do so, a happy ending slips from their fingers. Chapter 2 - The Battle of Denerim is over, Alistair survived, but Elona's health hangs in the balance. When the reason comes to light, everyone is surprised. Rated M/E

Bonus:

In the Embers - chapter 4 - Loss: As the Battle of Ostagar looms on the horizon, new arrivals in Ostagar send the camp into a frenzy. Rating: T

Many thanks to @alistairweek for hosting and all of the lovely creators who fed us some wonderful Alistair content. (✿◡‿◡)

[alistairweek]

Alistair Week 2025 has come to a close!

[🎨 @mehyann] A huge thank you to everyone who submitted their creations and to everyone who helped cheer them on. It's been an amazing week thanks to each and every one of you 💕 Don't panic if you didn't manage to finish your work in time, we still want to share it! We'll be checking the tags here and there so you won't get missed. We'll see you again next year for more Alistair love!

[thalion71]

unto light

He fell into Lake Calenhad once, from a little boat they had no business taking so far from shore- much less in storm. The water was cold and dark like this, turbulent and furious and sure to drag him down. A young Chantry sister had pulled him out then, but there’s no hope of such a thing now.

so. continuing the descent into dragon age, i stumbled into the middle of @alistairweek like. three days ago or so, looked at the remaining days' themes, and went 'hey! i have two-thirds of a scene in my head that could fit that :)'. and then, because i enjoy hubris and tempting fate, i tried to type Real fast

more or less for day 7, victory

[mercenarysexuality]

Hella late today, but for the Final Day of Alistair Week - "Sacrifice" - I wrote this thing on Alistair observing the aftermath of the Final Battle. CWs for blood and gore.

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[loreofthedasposts]

Lamb Stew

A short work written for the @alistairweek 2025 Day 4 prompt "Free Day." I already wrote something for this day, but I was thinking about this and thought it would be a cute interaction for my doomed couple.

Title: Lamb Stew

Rating: General

Warnings/Tags: None

Count: 300

Summary: She has never eaten lamb stew, yet he has eaten it all his life.

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"I've never eaten lamb before," she had whispered to him while refusing to make eye contact. Haljra gazed at the ground biting her lower lip, her hands were clammy and her cheeks burning. Alistair watched her as she struggled with herself as she tried to be vulnerable with him. "Lamb wasn't commonly sold in the alienage, so when it was available it was too expensive."

In response he only smiled and served her an extra portion of the lamb from his famous lamb and pea stew. Sitting next to her, he wanted to see as she took her first bites. Cautiously she poked at the meat and instead chose to try the peas first. She grimaced. Clearly she does not like peas and was too mannered to be honest about it.

Then, she stabbed the meat and Alistair watched with wide eyes as she placed a large chunk into her mouth. Haljra's brows shot up and she chewed slowly. "So, what do you think?"

"It's…" her eyes glistened as she considered. "It has a really interesting taste but…"

"But?" he asked leaning in towards her.

"It is delicious," the Elf complimented while taking another bite. With a full mouth she added, "You're a really good cook Al."

"Here," he smiled as he grabbed her bowl and took out her portion of peas replacing it with his potion of lamb.

"You don't—"

He held up his hand to stop her from continuing. "I've eaten lamb my whole life, I can go a single night without it."

Haljra gave the warrior a small smile, looking down at the bowl. Eventually she returned to her meal, while Alistair watched her closely, he really wanted to kiss her, but he had yet to even tell her how he felt. So, he watched.

[crowpendragon]

Day 7: Victory

The Archdemon falls, and thanks to Morrigan's ritual, at least one sacrifice is averted.

[ai-no-kokuhaku]

[[victory]]

the moment i saw the prompts i wanted to do a matching pair of illustrations :)

[lunian]

"And yet you don't like an idea to send him in Nevarran or Tevinter Circle. Maybe he doesn't have much potential to cause fire storms and a sight of blood makes him faint, but such strong connections to the Fade isn't my speciality, dear" "And separate him from his dogs? Some demon hauntings isn't as scary!"

Alistair Week - Childhood

Some little echoes of your past or when your son resembles your wife in some odd ways.

[dogot]

Okay @carako and @aetherflowers, I needed a warm up drabble for the requested Alistair smut. Have some fluff and humor as an amuse-bouche.

Alistair Week: Free Day!

Rating: General

Pairing: Alister x Surana

WC: 575

It's a Date! ... it's a Date?

Alistair hummed a tuneless ditty while the pot bubbled happily on the fire. It wasn't his turn to cook, but he had begged Wynne to let him swap places for tonight's meal. Morrigan had scoffed that it was a wonder their little band survived the night any time he was given access to fire and cooking oil at the same time before sauntering off to do whatever witchy ... apostate ... things she got up to in camp. He hadn't bothered to ask whether the concern was food poisoning or burning the forest down, but he wasn't about to admit to curiosity on the topic.

“Mmm, that smells good,” said a playful voice behind him, “What are you making?”

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“This, I'll have you know,” he said, smiling wide, “is Redcliffe Castle’s lamb and pea stew. It's famous throughout Ferelden, and I’m one of a handful of people who know the secret recipe!”

He turned to face his audience and his breath caught as he found his fellow Warden, Althea, standing right behind him. He felt his cheeks grow hot, and scratched at the back of his head.

“Of course, there's no lamb to be had anywhere. Or peas, actually, but the concept... is there,” he gestured, pointing with both hands from his temples to the cooking pot.

She laughed; an airy sound that tickled his ears and made his chest feel light and tight. Maker, he loved her laugh!

“So, what’s in this no-lamb, no-pea, lamb and pea stew?” she asked, tucking a stray hair behind her delicately pointed ear.

“Well,” he replied, hands on hips, “there's potatoes and onion. And I caught some rabbits this afternoon. Those are going in after I finish dressing them."

Barkspawn's ears perked, and he sat up from his nap on Althea's bedroll. He whined plaintively.

"Yess, I know. You can have the nasty innards for your dinner. You're welcome," he responded, crouching to give the pot a stir, “Anyway, what was I saying? Right. Ingredients! Maybe some wilty turnip greens? And I pinched a bit of the wild garlic you found. Oh, and mushrooms!”

Alistair straightened suddenly, making for the supply wagon. He returned with a little basket of pale grey mushrooms with crinkle-top caps and little skirts just under the gills. He brushed past Zevran in his hurry to get back to Althea and was just about to tip the contents of the basket into the pot when the Crow turned his attention to the basket and the great mabari started barking.

“Alistair!"

"Hmm?"

"Stop!”

Barkspawn charged him and Alistair fumbled the basket, the mushrooms landing on the ground rather than in the pot.

“Aww, now look what you've done!" he admonished the dog. Then he looked up to see Zevran puffing for breath directly behind Barkspawn. Oh no.

"W-what? Not a fan of the fungi?” he joked, flustered now.

“Those are blightcaps! Just one mushroom in that pot would sicken us all, perhaps even kill us!”

Zevran huffed, took the basket from Alistair, and began collecting up the spilled mushrooms.

“Well, what were they doing in the larder?” Alistair whined.

“They weren't in the larder! The larder is on the other side of the wagon! You went to the side that holds the alchemical ingredients!”

Alistair froze.

“Oh damn.”

He could feel the embarrassment bubbling up as he watched Althea strain against the laughter she was holding in, the words tumbling out before he could stop them.

“Don't tell Morrigan?”

[carako]

Alistair Week Day 7: Victory

The Archdemon is dead, the Blight has ended

Rating: T

Ao3 link

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Vision came back to him in waves. Blinking the world back into focus, Alistair took stock: his head hurt, his ears were ringing, he felt like he'd been tossed about by an ogre. And there were still lingering spots in his vision from…

The explosion!

Ignoring his screaming muscles, he hauled himself to his feet.

Lyna had struck the final blow.

He remembered the light, the explosion, the sense of weightlessness as the shockwave hit him like a blow and sent him tumbling ass over teakettle into rubble.

Body protesting each movement, he staggered over to where the Archdemon lay motionless. It was the best place to start to find her. Turning in a slow circle, he stopped when he caught a shape slumped against a low wall a few feet away.

There she was. Was she…? She wasn't moving. He couldn't see if she was breathing as he moved closer.

Maker, please, not now. Not after everything.

Collapsing at her side, Alistair reached shaking hands out to touch her cheek.

"Lyna?"

No response. Shit.

He tried speaking louder. Ripping his gloves off, his fingers returned to the smooth skin of her cheek, pressing just a hair harder this time. Tears were streaming down his face, cutting a path through the grime coating him from the battle.

When had those started?

She wasn't supposed to die; they had made sure of it. He had made sure of it.

Then a deep, shuddering breath wracked Lyna's frame beneath him, and his relief was palpable as it washed over him. Gingerly, he ran his fingers down her cheek, her eyes fluttering open in reply. They were unfocused as she looked at him.

"You look like shit," she said, a weak laugh quickly morphing into a bone-deep cough.

"Wow, ouch. You wound me, dear lady. Besides, you're not looking much better yourself," he replied, thumbing away a trickle of blood that was tracking down her forehead towards her eye from a cut on her forehead.

She didn't reply. Just stared at him as her eyes slowly focused.

"Alright, that was a lie. You're still just as beautiful, all blown to hell and covered in Darkspawn guts and Archdemon bits," he rambled, unable to stop it. When had he ever?

"It's dead then?" she asked, trying to look around, but seizing and hissing in pain before she could sit up.

"Hey, hey, don't move. Just rest," he said, petting her hair. "You did it. The Archdemon is dead. And you lived."

"I did. I guess maybe we need to thank Morrigan."

"I'd rather we didn't if it's all the same," he grumbled. But she was right. If it hadn't been for Morrigan, for that night… He shuddered at the memory. But looking into Lyna's eyes, feeling her warmth under his hands, he couldn't help but feel thankful.

They had survived. After all this, they had both survived. He almost didn't believe it; his luck never went this way.

He had thought he'd be alone again.

Distantly, he could hear others yelling over the faint ringing in his ears and the pounding of his heart.

"Lyna! Alistair!" Leliana's voice cut across the roof. "Are you okay?"

She was at their side a moment later, an elfroot potion in hand. Quickly, she bit out the stopper and tipped it back into Lyna's mouth. Wynne reached them after it had started to take effect as Lyna was trying to struggle to a seat. He grabbed her instead, stilling her motions as he wrapped his arms around her.

"Lay back, child. Let me take a look at you," Wynne said, a hand at her brow.

Leliana crouched next to Alistair, her hand on his shoulder. "Are you okay?" she asked, looking at the body of the Archdemon curled behind them.

He nodded as he looked down at his love, safe and cradled in his arms, while Wynne fussed over her, the gentle glow of healing magic diffusing through the air. Their friends were around them, the others hopefully safe down below, keeping the Darkspawn at bay.

Darkspawn whose ranks would hopefully be shattered with the Archdemon dead.

Those who had helped, who had joined their cause and fought their way up to the roof alongside him and his companions, were milling about. No doubt taking stock of their losses. But a growing cheer was rising up, the sound of victory spreading through the assembled ranks.

"There, child, you should be feeling better now. But don't try to move too much just yet," Wynne said, turning her focus to Alistair. "Now for you."

He sat still as the gentle thrum of healing magic flowed through him, helping soothe the cuts and bruises he'd acquired. His focus drifted from the feel of the magic to the feel of Lyna, warm and safe in his arms. He could feel her chest expand and contract with each breath, her heartbeat strong under his hands.

She was alive.

So, so alive.

For the first time since Riordan had told them about the price Wardens had to pay to end the Blight, he felt the cold grip of dread around his heart loosen. Cautiously, tentatively, hope had started to seep in to take its place.

They had won. They had killed the Archdemon; they had ended the Blight. The last year of effort hadn't been for nothing. Everybody had come together, had joined forces to make sure Thedas was safe, that Ferelden wouldn't fall.

He wished Duncan could see them now.

"What's on your mind?" Lyna asked, her voice cutting through his thoughts.

Blinking, he realized Wynne had finished her work and had left, tending to other injured on the battlefield. Lyna waited, watching him as he tried to collect himself.

"I was just wondering… if Duncan would be proud."

Her eyes softened, lips twisting in an understanding smile. Wincing slightly as she lifted her hand, she cupped his cheek. Leaning into her touch, he smiled back at her.

"He'd be so proud of us. Of you. I'm sure of it." Her hand shifted to pull his head down to hers, placing a brief kiss on his forehead. "I'm proud of you, too, Alistair. We did it."

"We did, didn't we?"

He held her close and kissed her fiercely, the taste of victory sweet on his tongue.

[jerdynnn]

day 7—victory

i wish i had heard about this earlier but enjoy my contribution!! alistair and aeducan drinking in front of the funeral slab meant for one of them,, ik its not 1:1 w the castle/courtyard layout but shhhhhhhhh

[ooachilliaoo]

In All But Name - Celebration

They insisted on calling it a victory, and he supposed that, technically, it was.

It still didn’t feel like it.

Almost a year since they had raced across this very ground in a desperate bid to reach Denerim before the darkspawn could destroy it. Since the day that they had fought that terrible battle through the city. Since she had plunged her blade into the Archdemon’s skull and he had worried, for what was still the worst few hours of his life, that all he’d done, all he’d suffered to save them both, hadn’t worked.

Then she’d awoken. For a moment, all had been bright and good, but then she’d looked so lost and he hadn’t known what to say and then… and then she’d left.

He’d followed, and things were… fine, for now. But while the rest of his nation had rejoiced, had celebrated, had set to rebuilding with hope for the future in their eyes and hearts, he had only felt the loss of his own heart and the crushing weight of the crown that now sat upon his head.

Strangely, that weight was a little lighter today. When he was finally facing an official duty that he was, despite himself, actually looking forward to.

As petulant and vindictive as that made him.

But he didn’t think that he could be overly blamed for finding a little enjoyment in it. Especially since, despite all of Eamon’s assurances to the contrary, he’d found that there weren’t actually a lot of perks to being King.

Or, at least, there weren’t a lot of perks that personally appealed to him.

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Read the full series here

[alistairweek]

Hey!

I just wanted to say a HUGE thank you for hosting Alistair week. I've had SO much fun posting every day and seeing all the glorious works. You've done an AMAZING job!

It's been such a joy to host and see what everyone has created! Thank YOU and everyone else who has shared their works! It's been such a great week 💕