One shots X Reader

Alister; Dragon Age Origins

Okay so I know that I published part of this by accident but now I'm changing the whole thing lol oh and in this one your and elf btw.

A group of darkspawn had ambushed your clan while you were finding a new place to set up your camp as a group of shemlen (humans) had infiltrated the camp earlier that day and tried to kill everyone which was not sucessful on their part. No elves had been killed although some of the warriors would have scars from the battle including yourself. Now, all of your clan mates were laying beside you, their bodies broken and bleeding: all dead. You laid there in a puddle of your own blood that was slowly expanding and heard the screams of children, elders, of all the elves that you had lived with since you were a child. All of the dead now. You gazed up at the sky and waited for death to take you. Your vision was blurry as a figure loomed over you, darkspawn filth most likely. You closed your eyes and waited for the sting of a blade, but instead, you were picked up by someone and passed out before you could figure out who it was. That was six months ago. It had been a Grey Warden who had picked you up, Alistair to be precise. He had carried you to the nearest healer, then took you back to the Wardens' keep. It was there that you met Duncan who had explained to you what the Wardens did and asked if you would like to join to which you said yes. You had nowhere else to go so you thought you might as well make yourself useful and slay all the darkspawn who cam across your path.

Now, you were travelling around with Alistair and a few other people, taking down all the darkspawn that you could. Your first impression of Alistair was that he was like any other shemlen, ignorant and annoying. He would always try to talk to you but you wanted nothing of it. Eventually, you started to accept that not all shemlen were the same and that Alistair was actually quite funny and sweet. He would always say good morning to you when you awoke and good night just as you fell asleep. He had told you about his heritage, that he was a bastard child and not only that, but a royal bastard as you liked to call him, as his father was actually the king of Ferelden and his half brother Cailan, was now ruling the continent. Alistair wanted nothing to do with them because he did not want to be next in line for the thrown which you thought was a shame. You thought he would have made a great king but never told him that as you knew it would make him mad. In return, you told him about you life when you clan was still alive. You told him about Landon, the only man you had ever loved and how, while battling darkspawn, he had fled and left you to fight at least twenty five darkspawn on your own and that if another patrol of elves hadn't passed by and helped you, you would have been dead. After you told him this, he finally understood why you didn't let anyone have your back. Slowly, you began to trust Alistair with your life until you finally trusted him enough to guard your back. You felt a hand on your shoulder and was pulled out of your thoughts by none other than Alistair. 

"Hey, were ready to go (y/n)." He said and helped you to your feet. "What were you thinking about?" He asked.

"I was thinking of that day that you saved my life." You replied and smiled at him. "You know, I don't think I ever thanked you for that."

"Yeah you were too busy trying to bite my head off after that." He replied with a lopsided grin.

"I don't know if biting your head off is the right phrase." You said and laughed. 

"The way you looked at me, I was scared that you were actually going to bite my head off." He claimed. You just shook your head and laughed. You strapped on your sword and picked up your pack only to have it taken away by Alistair. 

"Hey!" You shouted as he took off running, toting your pack with him. "Give it back!" You yelled laughing. You took off after him as we weaved between trees. He was fast, but not fast enough. You pounced on his back but he didn't topple over like you had hoped. He grabbed onto you legs and hoisted you up onto his back. You wrapped your arms around his neck and giggled as he said, "I will be your carriage today My Lady." in a thick accent. He carried you back to the group pretending to trot like a horse and when you arrived back at the camp he announced, "Make way for Lady (y/n) and her noble steed!" Everyone in the camp laughed as Alistair came to a halt and you slid off his back. You grabbed your pack from him and patted him on the head saying,