My collection of fills for the Alistair Weekly Challenge on the BSN. Weekly prompts #7, #8 & #9 up.

Neria Surana assumes command of Vigil's Keep, alone but for Zevran, as Alistair is sent abroad in the company of Leonie Caron to explain their survival to the First Warden. "I hate the stars for I look at the same ones you do, without you." Within DA:A.

It is some two decades after the Archdemon was defeated at Denerim. What happens when the King of Ferelden is Called to the Deep Roads. NSFW for various smutty situations and name calling. This is almost the fic that never made it, please review :

"You know that when I hate you, it is because I love you to a point of passion that unhinges my soul." Can Alistair reconcile his love for someone who may never love him in return? One angry templar and a naughty dwarf. Slightly smutty. :

An anthology of random one-shots. Currently: Food and Virgins - Poor Alistair. He's only trying to help name the Warden's invention.

Tamyra Cousland had preserved Loghain's life and earned Alistair's hatred. She leaves to make a new home far away and is joined by Zevran, eager for adventure. Eventually, circumstances will force them to return. Will Alistair ever forgive her? *Sex*

Aedan has buried his emotions and questions his purpose. All of his comrades know the situation, but one takes the initiative and she is eager to show her concern for the Warden. Mature for suggestive themes. Could possibly be teen.

He agreed because he couldn't stand the thought of losing the one he loves. But it doesn't change the fact that he's doing this with someone he hates. A one-shot from Alistair's point of view, as he goes through Morrigan's Dark Ritual. Explicit content.

"The sun was shining, the birds chirping, and the elf was scowling. Again." A bitter Mahariel and an oblivious Alistair interact at Ostagar. One-shot. No pairings.

Facing a moment of doubt, Adrian Cousland finds comfort in an unexpected place.

A low point for the Grey Warden. Set during the search for Andraste's Ashes.

A small prompt about Fenris and lady Hawke.

"Ever has it been that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation." If one must rule Ferelden, the other must die. Short one-shot in Alistair's POV during Elissa's final sacrifice.

The story begins atop Fort Drakon and deals with the aftermath of victory and the choices made to secure it.

A series of 10 shorts, focusing on various Warden PCs and other characters. Some humorous, some thoughtful, all song inspired.

Songfic, Broken Iris A New Hope. FOC's thoughts on Alistair Sacrificing Himself... Oh by the way there may be a spoiler or two... R&R. Reviewers get cheese

The evolution of a relationship as viewed by an older brother.

Of all Sad Words of Tongue or Pen, the Saddest are these, 'It Might Have Been.' Alistair faces the concequences of his decision after Landsmeet. One-shot. Alistair/Cousland/Zevran

After the Blight Alistair must find a wife. Former Circle Mage, and fellow Grey Warden Isha Amell is his Chancellor. Little does he realize the woman he wants is right under his nose. But when she leaves suddenly, is it too late for them?

Nathaniel comes back from the Marshes to find that his father is Teyrn and that there is a Grey Warden captured with the Cousland's youngest in the dungeon. Suspicion, betrayal, questions arises and Nathaniel has to choose where his allegiance truly lies

After defeating the Archdemon, Loghain Mac Tir happens upon an injured, bathing Warden, who is slightly horrified at his intrusion. He helps her - and then there is Wynne... Prompt response.

A romance between Cullen and his Lady Mage. Acknowledgments to Bioware's Dragon Age, the Cullen Romance mod by Cmessaz and to the Cullen kiss scene by Dahlialynn, within it!

Emily decied to take Zevrans Daggers to train..but what she finds is somthng alittle more pleasuable.

Following the loss at Ostagar, it's up to one ragtag group of virtual strangers to save Ferelden from the Blight. Chapter Two: The nameless stranger.

A one shot where Zevran contemplates his similarities to Alistair. Silliness from the back of my brain.