Alistair Week

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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

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

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."

Day 7: Victory

[[victory]]

"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

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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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.

day 7—victory

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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