A/N: I just needed more of my precious bean and her emotional support warden in my life. Writing them just brings me joy and gives me life. I have so many random lil HC IDK if they are going to make into my actual fic but this probably will in some form... full thing below the cut.

Maeve waited till everyone else was preoccupied to slip away from the camp they had just established near the Crossroads. They were close to where Alistair had told her he would be, before expressly warning her not to come find him because the other Wardens were looking for him. Maeve, like usual, didn’t listen. 

She remembered the cabin that they had found years before, lost to the world by a lake most people had forgotten about. It had been a refuge for them once and it didn’t surprise Maeve in the least the Alistair had returned there. Maeve fate stepped through the trees, she had always been good about sneaking up on people unnoticed. ‘Quieter than a mouse... not a sound... not even a squeak.’ Alistair’s words to her from years ago still rung in her ears clear as day any time she had to go unseen. 

As Maeve neared the shack, she could her Alistair mumbling to himself. Maeve couldn’t make out the words but just seeing him grumbling about carrying firewood suddenly made everything feel a little more normal. Standing near the edge of the lake she smirked as she crossed her arms in front of her chest. “So, good job hiding...” Maeve called out. 

a/n: I am not sure this is how it’s going to go when I actually write the fic but this is my little current HC for how Maeve finds Alistair.

Leliana had cornered Maeve in the Chantry hall in Haven. The older woman knew that Maeve knew more than she was letting on, Maeve had always been exceptionally good at keeping secrets. Folding her arms in front of her chest, Leliana sighed heavily. “Where is he?” 

“He, who?” Maeve asked trying to act as if she had no idea whom, Leliana was referring to. 

Scowling, Leliana sighed. “Maeve,” Leliana cautioned as she raised an eyebrow. Maeve suddenly felt 12 years old again. Being scolded for getting caught stealing. “Where is Alistair? I know you know where he is...if you don’t...” 

“Morrigan doesn’t know where he is. If that’s what you are thinking.” Maeve corrected her old friend quickly. “Alistair and her are fighting again...” As she added the list comment her tone dropped as she looked down at her boots. 

“So... do you know?” Leliana questioned once more. She was not about the let Maeve sidestep or backtrack her way out of this conversation. Leliana had known Maeve most of her life, though the scrawny little girl had long faded away, she still tried to use all her old tricks. 

Maeve pursed her lips before she scowled. “And if I do.... what do you want with him?” As much as Alistair had protected her over the years, Maeve was trying in her own way to protect him. The fierceness behind her words caused a smirk to dash across Leliana’s lips as she thought about how far the girl had come. 

Reaching out Leliana placed her hand on Maeve’s arm. “The rest of the Wardens are vanishing, I have tried to make contact with serval of Ella’s friends and...” Leliana’s mask dropped for a moment and fear for her lover flashed across her pale face. “I am worried for him if we knew...” 

“Wait... where’s Ella?” Maeve quickly questioned her own fears growing.

“Safe, fine... do not freet. Ella has her own task she needs to deal with. Right now, my concern falls with Alistair and the other Wardens.” Leliana squeezed Maeve’s arm trying to reassure the young woman that everything would be fine. 

Turning her head away Maeve cursed softly under her breath before turning back to face Leliana who scowled at her for cursing in the Chantry. “I know... I know...” Maeve responded quickly before she let out a heavy sigh of her own. “I am not sure of an exact location... but...” Maeve wavered for a moment knowing that involving Alistair in all this was bound to cause issues at some point. At very least wit her sister. “I can find out...” 

Leliana’s eyes narrowed in on Maeve’s golden eyes. “How?” 

Maeve smirked. “You do not give away your contacts, do you? Your secrets.” Her lips pursed together and her eyes grew wide as made her point. 

A genuine smile grew across Leliana’s lips as reached up and patted Maeve’s cheek. “You did listen to my lessons after all..” She commented proudly.