#alistair week

[picchar]

Day 5: Childhood

[miithriilart]

first 3 days of alistair week

1- firsts: first encounter between Alistair and my warden Illythien

2- what might have been: a lost future where Alistair and Illythien live together with the Dalish

3- reunion: in the end, they reunite, to finally stay together, forever.

[so1arsal]

Alistair week — day 2: "What might have been" I understand this topic in a peculiar way. Rather than a fantasy or a dream, it is more like a sad gathering at night by the fire, discussing what can no longer be changed. The good thing is — sometimes the person you're talking to understands you like no one else.

[razinbee]

Day 4: free day

Squish him👀

[mehyann]

Alistair Week 2025 | DAY 2: What Might Have Been

Family Reunion — “I guess I was expecting her to accept me without question. Isn’t that what family is supposed to do? I feel like a complete idiot.”

[aroguerebecca]

My weekend was really busy so I'm running a little behind for Alistair Week! For day 1 here is my Warden River Tabris & him sharing their first kiss at camp one night.

(Sketches are the only thing I have time for this week, I might go back and explore some of these more when my schedule frees up!)

@alistairweek

[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?”

[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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