#andrasste

soft sentences!↳  alistair theirin / reader.

notes: short n sad bc alistair’s a good boyfriend lbr here. even if this is set in dragon age 2 when he’s miserably exiled lmao.rating: teen. there’s some death mentions.words: 774.

You hold in your chest a great many songs, all of them are slowly removed and sung. All of them are sung for him, every night, so he might sleep. 

Alistair’s not so drunk as to postpone gratitude, but every time you join him in bed with a new tune singing at the back of your mind he fails to return the favour. He doesn’t know how. You sit up, give him a lap to rest his head in. What could he say to the woman who has everything?

What could you want from a bastard? He’s no chance of ever being king, now. Though he knows what you’d say if he offered. “A queen? Me? Oh, Alistair, I’d run wild!”

And he’d laugh, because it would be true. You on a throne would spell chaos, surely. But as his eyes close, he knows it would also spell beauty. 

He’d hate to rule, just as much as you would. But he thinks about you, shining brilliantly on a throne of painted wood. One leg thrown over the armrest, you’d beckon your subjects nearer than they ever dared before with a sunny smile. 

You would be a radiant queen. But perhaps it’s best that it’s only a fantasy. 

“Close your eyes, Ali” Ella pleaded.

“Why? Is this a prank because it feels like a prank?”

“It isn’t” Ella whined “ I have a present and I think you’ll love it.”  Ella tried to keep her voice steady, what if she’s wrong.  No, he’ll be happy.  He has to be she thought.

“Fine but I swear to Andraste if it’s another bucket of Ice.” he sighed.

“That was Morigan, keep your eyes closed and no peeking.”  Ella grabbed the present from the drawer she hid the gift and placed it in his hands.

“It’s a onesie?” Alistair said is face etched in confusion. Realization must of hit him like a bolt of lighting.  His body turned rigid as he stared at her.  For a second Ella was worried he wasn’t happy about the news before elation spread across his entire face. 

“Your pregnant?” Alistair said as his entire body shook.

“ Yep. Wasn’t a prank this time, just a baby.”  Ella’s voice cracked on the word baby as she tried to not let tears stream down her face. 

Alistair grabbed her face a placed tiny kisses all over her face.  Her face became wet with tears, though she wasn’t sure if it was hers or his.  

“I think Duncan for a boy and Ducanna for a girl.”  Alistair said hoarsely \

“Duncan is fine.” 

“a hose of semen” Shan NO D:

SHAN, YES!!!

@andrasste​ Thank you so much for the prompt, lovely! And the first smut prompt sent to me, as well! ;D This prompt just sounded like such an Alistair thing to suggest, so sending a little Alistair/Surana smutty goodness your way!

Obviously, this is NSFW, so the majority of it will be behind a cut. Use your discretion if smut makes you uncomfy~

21. “First one to make a noise loses.” From the Smut Prompts list. Pairing: Alistair Theirin/Lana Surana. NSFW. 

“Care to play a game?”

“A game?” The words left Lana’s mouth in confusion. She and Alistair were walking through the dense forest towards the river to collect water for their group. The river wasn’t far, perhaps a five or ten minute walk, but Alistair had insisted that he and Lana save the others the trip. It didn’t seem long enough a trip for much of a game, but she’d bite. “What did you have in mind?”

“I-spy’s been a bit over-done, I suppose…” He grinned as Lana let out a sarcastic gasp, the game of sight usually the first one Alistair reverted to when on the road. “How about… First one to make a noise loses?”

“You mean if I snapped a branch I’d lose?” She asked.

“No, not a sneaking game. Just… You know, if you say anything, or make a noise. That sort of thing.”

“Isn’t that a game you have children play when you want them to be quiet?”

Alistair was silent in thought for a moment as he stepped over a pile of fallen branches before letting out a long, “Oooh,” as if something in his childhood had suddenly made sense. 

“Well… I suppose, if you don’t want to, we could do I-spy -”

“No, the quiet one is fine,” Lana quickly interrupted with a laugh, eager for something new. She paused, looking up at Alistair. “Are there any rules? Besides not making any noises.”

“No tickling,” Alistair said quickly, pointing his finger at her accusingly as she smiled innocently. “Other than that, I suppose not. What should we wager? Loser has to… streak naked through camp?”

“You’re joking,” Lana laughed. She grimaced as she saw the wide grin on his face. “Maker… Can it at least be at night?”

“Yes. But, not when everyone is asleep!”

“Fine,” she sighed, not able to suppress the smile on her face before it fell as the full weight of what she had agreed to sunk in. She opened her mouth to attempt another negotiation, but Alistair began first:

“Aaaand, start!”

Lana paused, opening her mouth once more to object, when Alistair looked down at her expectantly and she knew she was trapped in the game. She let out a silent sigh as she focused on ahead. They were silent but for their footsteps, focused on the forest and the brush. Out of the corner of her eye Lana watched Alistair’s hand reach for her, and she quickly smacked it away. Alistair quietly scowled at her guard which had instantly come up since their game began, though the smirk on his face told her she had made the right move. Alistair tried to slow down, speed up, anything he could do to get close enough to her to startle her into making a noise, but she was watching him too closely. At one point he had slipped on the ground, eyes wide as he scrambled to steady his footing. When he had regained his balance, silence still maintained, he looked beneath his feet where there was a thin layer of ice. He looked quickly at Lana accusingly, his mouth moving silently as he pointed at the ice, as if she had broken some unspoken rule of the game. Lana simply smiled, shrugging as she continued walking towards the river. He had never said no magic, after all. 

Lana bit her tongue as she felt his hand grab hers, pulling her quickly towards him as he leaned down low to kiss her. It took all her control to not sigh, and he knew it. He knew that it was her first response, how his fingers curling into the back of her braid while his tongue ran along her lower lip made her want to moan no matter where they were. She swallowed hard as she bit down the sounds that threatened to spill. But his hand was sliding up her side, groping at her through her padded armor, and her resolve threatened to wash away like melted ice. She quickly reasoned with herself, of what lengths she would go to, what personal lines she would cross to not make a sound. Running naked through camp. Maker, she couldn’t do it.

ohhhhh boooy you’ve opened an entire box of feels i don’t think anyone is going to be prepared for adhjfsadfa

i think the number one song i associate with solavellan from lover is, surprisingly, afterglow. the entire song, start to finish, rings so true to their love, break up, and that unanswered “what if?” 

with my lavellan specifically, i see them both blaming themselves and screaming the pre-chorus and chorus internally, and it gets me every time.

why’d i have to break what i love so much? / it’s on your face, don’t walk away / i need to say / hey, it’s all me, in my head / i’m the one who burned us down / but it’s not what i meant / sorry that i hurt you / i don’t wanna do, i don’t wanna do this to you / i don’t wanna lose, i don’t wanna lose this with you / i need to say, hey, it’s all me, just don’t go / meet me in the afterglow.

and then there’s the bridge? when she’s trying to push him into fighting with her? into that familiar space of arguing? so she might have some comfort in thinking she isn’t to blame or that it might turn out between them? if you were to translate the “angry” dialogue option emotionally, it would sound like this:

tell me that you’re still mine / tell me that we’ll be just fine / even when i lose my mind / i need to say / tell me that it’s not my fault / tell me that i’m all you want / even when i break your heart.

the other songs i associate with them are: false god (for obvious reasons, and that first verse – we were crazy to think / crazy to think that this could work / remember how i said i'd die for you?); miss americana and the heartbreak prince (trespasser vibes! ugh, the pre-chorus and bridge, too.  –  and i don’t want you to go, i don’t really wanna fight / cause nobody’s gonna win / i think you should come home. FUCK. ME UP. MISS SWIFT); and cruel summer. 

although, i think cruel summer is more from solas’ POV than lavellan’s, unlike the other three songs.

said, “i’m fine,” but it wasn’t true / i don’t wanna keep secrets just to keep you / and i snuck in through the garden gate / every night that summer just to seal my fate, oh! / and i scream, “for whatever it’s worth / i love you, ain’t that the worst thing you ever heard?”

he could very well mean “i’m sealing my fate in loving and losing you” and “i’m sealing my fate and death at your hands.” we don’t know. it’s very solas.

I’m not beautiful inside nor outward. But you are, dear. Thank you for this. :D