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inquisimer · 7 months

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✨20 Questions for Fic Writers✨

thanks @nirikeehan for the tag!

1. how many works do you have on ao3?

2. what’s your total ao3 word count?

226,296

3. what fandoms do you write for?

Mostly Dragon Age at the moment, plus a hint of Dishonored. In the past I've also written for The Mortal Instruments/Shadowhunter Chronicles and MCU.

4. what are your top five fics by kudos?

Grace In Denial: oneshot, f!Hawke x Anders - mostly fluff with a hint of emotional hurt/comfort Ended in Love: oneshot, f!Trevelyan x Cullen - some classic mage-Templar angst (cw: forced sterilization, abuse) Lamentations of the Living: oneshot, f!Mahariel x Alistair - the Dark Ritual/Ultimate Sacrifice debate It Will Have To Be Enough: oneshot, f!Lavellan x Cullen - Cullen waits for her to come back at Adamant Conditionally: oneshot, f!Lavellan x Cullen - Lavellan's clan does not approve of her relationship with a human

5. do you respond to comments?

I try! But I am very slow at it, and when the backlog gets too much I psych myself out about it. Currently working on convincing myself that it's not weird to reply to comments from many months ago😅

6. what’s the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Probably Mostly A Lie,about an Inquisitor who breaks up with Blackwall at his judgement and a Blackwall POV of her subsequent relationship with Cullen

7. what’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Apple Whiskey, which is an all around fluffy fic about Alistair helping my Inquisitor Neria escape one of Josephine's parties.

8. do you get hate on fics?

I haven't yet, nope! And I know that if I did, I would bitch about it to my friends, block the user, and delete the comment. So what if we just didn't, hm?

9. do you write smut? if so, what kind?

A bit, perhaps. It's an eventual goal of mine to be more comfortable writing it, but that's definitely a work in progress.

10. do you write crossovers? what’s the craziest one you’ve written?

Nope! Personally not a fan of crossovers.

11. have you ever had a fic stolen?

Nope!

12. have you ever had a fic translated?

Nope!

13. have you ever co-written a fic before?

Sort of, as I participated in the DAFF Discord Server round robin anniversary event where we all popcorn wrote a crackfic. Other than that, nope! I think it could be really fun, though :3

14. what’s your all-time favorite ship?

Horation Caine x Marisol Delko (CSI: Miami - I will never write fic for them but their canon story makes me f e r a l)

15. what’s a WIP you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?

My Inquisitor!Carver AU. The idea is compelling af, but I have other DAI retellings that I want to write more.

16. what are your writing strengths?

Character backstory, description in general

17. what are your writing weaknesses?

DIALOGUE, dialogue tags, making endings (to chapters or oneshots) sound like endings without being cheesy AF

18. thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

I like it, both as a reader and a writer! It can be used well for character flavoring, but is also frequently misused in a way that makes fic harder to read. If it's large chunks of text, especially with plot relevant information, I prefer another indicator that the language has shifted, like italics or a dialogue tag. I think it works best when the author has a reason for it besides "they're speaking another language", like they don't want the readers to understand what's being said, or the character is trying to deceive someone who doesn't speak that language.

19. first fandom you wrote for?

MCU Avengers

20. favorite fic you’ve ever written?

HMMMM probably a toss up between Inquisitor as a Companion: Neria Surana Lavellan (faux DA wiki page entry for my inquisitor) and after all this survival (a snapshot of Siobhan Hawke as Viscountess in Kirkwall)

1. how many works do you have on ao3?

2. what’s your total ao3 word count?

3. what fandoms do you write for?

4. what are your top five fics by kudos?

5. do you respond to comments?

6. what’s the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

7. what’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

8. do you get hate on fics?

9. do you write smut? if so, what kind?

10. do you write crossovers? what’s the craziest one you’ve written?

11. have you ever had a fic stolen?

12. have you ever had a fic translated?

13. have you ever co-written a fic before?

14. what’s your all-time favorite ship?

15. what’s a WIP you want to finish, but doubt you ever will? T

16. what are your writing strengths?

17. what are your writing weaknesses?

18. thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

19. first fandom you wrote for?

20. favorite fic you’ve ever written?

#tag games

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plisuu · 2 years

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Prompt information for @dadrunkwriting, among other things :)

Please send the full prompt (not just a number!) and pairing or character in your ask!

This Week:

Connor x Cullen: Exes to Lovers For the Damaged Love Confessions Budding Romance Will They, Won't They Hozier Lyrics Connor x Solas: 100 Compliments 101 Ways to Say “I Love You” With Actions Hand Holding Soft & Sweet

Characters and Pairings:

My OCs:

Connor Trevelyan - Inquisitor, ex-templar, ex-tranquil, and mage. Connor is a generally stoic individual with a strong sense of duty. He has fairly anti-templar views that are muddled by his Chantry upbringing. He's a bit dry, a bit grumpy, full of angst and internal conflict, and a total softie under all the armor. Champion spec. Close friends with Solas, Vivienne, Josephine, and Cole. Cullen rivalry/romance. Hinge/V poly. Revalas Lavellan - Tal Vashoth and ex Ben-Hassarath, Revalas was raised under the Qun from infancy. After fleeing Seheron in a crisis of identity, he ended up in the Free Marches where he joined clan Lavellan and fully adopted Dalish beliefs. He works for the Inquisition as an agent under Leliana and never seems to take anything seriously. Reaver spec. Friends with the Chargers and Harding. Kitchen table poly.

Main OC Pairings:

Connor x Cullen - twin-flame, awkward idiots, rivals to begrudging co-workers to friends to lovers to exes to friends to lovers Connor x Solas - queerplatonic/romantic, deep emotional intimacy Connor x Bull - FWBs, kink-centric dynamic, "it's so complicated they outright refuse to think about the implications of their feelings" (it's not complicated, they're just stubborn) - Revalas x Bull - Two Tal-Vashoth walk into a bar but the bar is romantic feelings Revalas x Dorian - They're in looOOoOOoOoOooooove xoxo Revalas x Krem x Harding - If they're gonna get stuck on missions together all the time they may as well kiss about it

Other Pairings:

Cassandra x Solas Garrett Hawke x Cullen Garrett Hawke x Varric

Prompt Masterlist:

DA Inspired: Codex Entry prompts DA Inspired Dialogue prompts Angst: Angsty Poem Prompts Betrayal One-liners Dramatic and Protective Emotionally Charged For the Damaged Angst prompts Hidden Injury prompts Hit ‘Em Where it Hurts Angst Prompts I Said Sorry Protective prompts Secrets prompts Suspense prompts Fluff/Comfort/Love: 100 Compliments 100 Different Kisses 101 Ways to Say “I Love You” With Actions 21 I love You's Budding Romance Domestic Fluff prompts Enemies to Friends to Lovers Fluffy Dialogue prompts F. Scott Fitzgerald prompts Hand in Hand Hands and Touch Hand Holding Height-Difference prompts Intimacy prompts Little Domestic prompts Love Confessions More Kisses Noticing/Being Noticed Oblivious Idiots in Love Physical Intimacy Pillow Talk Pining prompts Soft & Sweet Sentence Starters Super Soft Intimacy Touches (both sfw & nsfw) Will They, Won’t They Smut: 100 Smut prompts NSFW prompts Whump (blanket tw: torture, abuse): 101 Quick Whump Prompts 30 Very Specific Whump Prompts Angry Whumpee Difficult Recovery Prompts Make Them Kneel (tw: graphic violence) Rethink What They Said Quotes Tarot Inspired Misc. Collections: 200 Writing prompts Hozier Lyrics Hozier Lyrics (Unreal Unearth) Micro-story starters Non-Verbal Prompts Random Sentence Starters A list of a list of prompts

#writing prompts #writing ref #dadwc

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ao3-diablofic · 7 months

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by Kosho

Back at it again with Kinktober! My eventual goal is to use both the nsfw and cutesy prompts, but if not, then I’m aiming for at least getting it done.

Day 1: Elsine x Cullen Rutherford Day 2: Youkai x River Ward Day 3: Taki x Zenos Day 4: the commander x daeran Day 5: Cherish x Cullen Day 6: Arakiel x Socothbenoth Day 7: Felix Alexius x Talon Adaar Day 8: Solas x Jack Day 9: Zevran Arainai x Varadin Cousland Day 10: Paladin Danse x Leander Day 11: Female Necromancer x Kormac

Words: 13549, Chapters: 11/31, Language: English

Fandoms: Dragon Age: Inquisition, Cyberpunk 2077 (Video Game), Cyberpunk & Cyberpunk 2020 (Roleplaying Games), Final Fantasy XIV, Pathfinder: Wrath of the Righteous (Video Game), Dungeons & Dragons (Roleplaying Game), Dragon Age: Origins, Dragon Age: Origins - Awakening, Fallout 4, Diablo (Video Games)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/M, M/M

Characters: Original Avvar Character(s) (Dragon Age), Cullen Rutherford, V (Cyberpunk 2077), River Ward, Warrior of Light (Final Fantasy XIV), Zenos yae Galvus, The Commander (Pathfinder: Wrath of the Righteous), Daeran (Pathfinder: Wrath of the Righteous), Original Inquisitor Character(s) (Dragon Age), Socothbenoth (Pathfinder: Wrath of the Righteous), Male Adaar (Dragon Age), Felix Alexius, Solas (Dragon Age), Male Lavellan (Dragon Age), Male Cousland (Dragon Age), Zevran Arainai, Paladin Danse (Fallout), Male Sole Survivor (Fallout 4), Kormac the Templar, Female Necromancer (Diablo III)

Relationships: Female Inquisitor/Cullen Rutherford, V/River Ward, Zenos yae Galvus/Warrior of Light (Final Fantasy XIV), The Commander/Daeran (Pathfinder: Wrath of the Righteous), Male Inquisitor/Cullen Rutherford, Felix Alexius/Male Inquisitor, Male Lavellan/Solas (Dragon Age), Zevran Arainai/Warden, Male Cousland - Relationship, Paladin Danse & Male Sole Survivor, Kormac the Templar/Female Necromancer

Additional Tags: Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Kinktober, Pegging, Roleplay, Sexual Roleplay, Nurse - Freeform, Hate Sex, Teratophilia, Sweat, Collars, Tieflings (Dungeons & Dragons), Dubious Consent, Mildly Dubious Consent, Sex Pollen, Sex poison, Oral Sex, Sex, Vaginal Sex, Loss of Virginity, Virginity, Mage Adaar (Dragon Age), Named Adaar (Dragon Age), Blood and Gore, Blood and Injury, Blood, Blood Kink, Glory Hole, Praise Kink, Sensory Deprivation, Dream Sex

Read on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/50516668

#Diablo IV #AO3

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fluffleforce-mysdrym · 7 years

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Andraste’s Witch - Chapter 75 - SFW

Pairings: Slowburn Cullen x F!Witch!Inquisitor

Rating: M for later chapters which will include violence, PTSD, withdrawal, angst, body horror (think red templars), and possibly other stuff that I will be sure to tag. This is not actually a grimdark story, but I just wanna give people a heads up for stuff that will happen. There will also be fluff and friendship and magic (though to be fair, this is Thedas, so magic will not always be positive and very rarely as adorable as that last statement implied).

Genre: Action/Adventure with elements of romance

Summary: After the attack on Denerim Castle, Cullen finds himself struggling with some old fears.

Thank you to everyone who reads! Ya’ll are amazing and I love you <3

Andraste’s Witch Chapter 75: Regret

#dragon age #cullen rutherford #witch!inquisitor #cullen x f!mage!inquisitor #angst #for this chapter #please take your expectations #and lower them a bit #ya'll're awesome

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pach-inks · 4 years

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So I designed some chaotic children, first two are: Elizabeth Rutherford (Inquisitor Trevelyan and Cullen, only child), Russell (who has 2 younger siblings, son of Rylen and Eloise), and the other two are the Theirin twins (King Alistair and Queen Cousland) Merlind Eleanor (left) and Cahir Duncan (right).

Also here are their classes and specializations:

Elizabeth: Warrior/ Champion (trained by her father and Rylen for sure)

Russel: Mage/ Knight Enchanter (trained by former Inquisitor)

Merlind: Warrior/ Berserker

Merlind is the future queen and her brother is a former bard now ambassador. I’m missing Hawke and Fenris’s child but she is the next to come :)

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jujubeansart · 4 years

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"Maker, no..."

This started out as a cute drawing, I swear! I apologize for the unexpected feels!! XD Cullen and f!mage Inquisitor

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laurelsofhighever · 3 years

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“Wet kisses after finding refuge from the rain” for Maighread and Cullen? 💙

Thank you for sending this prompt, and for finally giving me a reason to write Maighread and Cullen’s first kiss! It’s rambling and heavy on the angst because maighread overthinks everything, but it has a happy ending, I promise.

Maighread Trevelyan, Herald of Andraste and storied leader of the Second Inquisition, stands at the tower door, hand raised to knock as it has been for long enough that the blood is starting to drain out of her arm. It’s pouring rain, night black around her, storm lanterns guttering on the walls, and she’s drenched. At least the bad weather means no one can see her, though the thought is of little comfort. The light spilling under the door means that Cullen is still inside, awake – probably working.

What is she even doing out here? A sensible person would have waited until morning, or at least until the rain stopped. But she’s not sensible. Her feelings for the Inquisition’s Commander have been burning in her, consuming her from the inside out like a fire in the heart of a lightning-struck tree. She thinks about him all the time. When he talks to her – smiles at her – the blood in her veins sings; when shadows bruise his eyes and his voice emerges in terse, indistinct mumbles it’s like the cut of the wind off the mountain peaks. Varric and Bull have needled her, and Cassandra has been kind, but she could not make any of them understand. She had tried to weather the emotions Cullen stirred in her, determined to outlast the impossibility of having feelings for a man put so far out of her reach by past and present circumstance.

But her mind won’t let her rest. It turned over, and paced, and snapped at her heels until it went one sting too far and drove her out of her rest and into the rain, to his door, now bedraggled and shivering with the bravery drowned out of her at the last step. All she has to do is knock.

And what will she say? She already knows all the reasons why it’s a terrible idea, she’s recited the full list to herself often enough. Besides which, she must indeed be presumptuous to think their rally of book recommendations and a few games of chess in the garden mean that his feelings run along the same lines as hers. She imagines his rejection, imagines him laughing at her – or worse, pitying her – and her hand drops to her side. Her arms wrap around her own body. No, she thinks, better she fights this demon on her own rather than succumb. She’s survived worse.

Then again…

Her steps halt a few paces back towards the castle. He seeks her out, asks about her wellbeing. He searched for her through the snow after Haven and lets her hide away in his office when Josie crams Skyhold with too many noble visitors for comfort. And isn’t it always better to take the lid off a boiling pot, instead of letting the contents bubble over without control? So what if her feelings aren’t returned? She cannot control his actions, but she has always felt pride in her ability to control her own, and she has suffered enough shame to last a lifetime for things she cannot help. After a moment summoning courage, she turns, glares at the door, marches up to it to raise her hand again as the sheet of falling raindrops hiss onto the stone at her feet.

No. She can’t do it. The cost is too high. She’s a mage, and she’s nervous and standoffish and lacking in all social grace; the only thing special about her is the mark in her left hand. Water drips off her lashes and suddenly she’s glad for the storm, because her eyes sting and her throat is starting to burn and she is a fool but at least she is one out of sight of all the people who will snicker at her behind their hands. None of them really know how much of a coward she is, and if she leaves now, retreats back to the fancy tower room, they’ve given her, she can hide away until –

The door opens.

“Inquisitor!” Cullen halts in the doorway with an oilskin envelope in his hands and surprise hanging off his open mouth.

She must look like a used handkerchief. Her voice doesn’t work. She drops her gaze, drawing her arm back into her chest.

That startles movement out of him. He throws the packet in a vague direction behind him so that papers burst and scatter over the floor, and steps out across the threshold to gather her up against the rain before she an protest.

“What’s wrong?” he asks, closing the door. “Has something happened?”

Panicking, she can only shake her head.

“You’re soaked to the bone. here –”

She numbly allows him to guide her over to his desk chair, which he pulls out for her before bustling around the small room to tidy up. Dread fogs her mind, the rain still a roar in her ears. He’s seen her now, which means she can’t pretend she was never stood arguing with herself in a downpour, which means he’ll ask her why she’s here, which means –

“Will you be alright here for a moment?” he interrupts, in a voice timorous with concern.

Her head turns towards him, but she can’t unstick her gaze from the wall. For a moment longer, he hesitates, until he seems to decide that staying would be worse than going, and retreats up the ladder into his loft, which at least now has a barrier charm over it to keep out the weather. Her fingers tighten on soft wool and she realises he’s tucked his mantle around her shoulders before he left. It smells like him. His warmth is still on the collar, and her traitorous hands wrap it more tightly around herself as if she might hide in the depths of the red-streaked fur.

She could leave, sneak out. But then she would have to explain herself to him later, and she knows she won’t. She’ll avoid him, dodge around his gaze or simply escape to some Maker-forsaken part of Thedas until he gives up, and that will hurt him. He’d think he did something wrong.

The clatter as he drops from the ladder startles her, as does the waft of scent, oakmoss and elderflower, that enfolds her as he brings her blankets that must have come straight from his linen chest.

“You don’t have to –” she tries, but he’s already piling the soft wool around her. It seals in the wet with her, but she won’t deny it’s nicer than having the draughts of the room stealing what little body heat she has left.

And now he kneels before her, tugging his gloves off with his teeth and laying them aside on the desk so he can get at her hands to chafe them warm. The callouses on his skin rasp against her knuckles, the broad fingers disappear hers between them, but the touch is delicate, gentle, and she can’t take her eyes off the sight. A ribbon of water seeps through her drenched hair and trickles cold down the back of her neck.

“What’s happened?” he asks again, quiet.

Her heart trips against her ribs. “Nothing. I’m –” But finishing that sentence would admit too much.

Her halted answer brings a sigh from his lips, as if he’s steeling himself – or losing patience.

“Maighread…” He sucks in his bottom lip. “If something is troubling you, I would help if I can. If you would let me. And not only because you are the Inquisitor.”

The rain still lashes down, but inside this solid stone it’s less impressive, a futile bit of noise. Their hands are joined in her lap, just together, and he doesn’t seem to mind that hers are leaching warmth away from his. In the silence, his thumb makes a slow sweep along hers.

“Do you care for me?”

Her gaze stays rooted on their hands, but on the edge of her vision his head snaps up. Another bead of water escapes her hairline. This time it traces the contours down the side of her face, before it loses momentum in the corner of her mouth and gets stuck there. This sudden spark of bravery doesn’t even feel like bravery, with her hands cradled so as if she’s precious, but nevertheless it fizzles out just as quickly under the weight of his stare.

“I tried not to think about it – to wonder,” she excuses, shrinking. “I know we’re at war, and I’m the inquisitor, and there are so many bad things that might happen. Not to mention –”

He prompt is as tender as his hands. “What is it?”

I am such a fool.

“I’m a mage. You were a templar. I –”

It’s too much. Her throat closes up, her body holds itself so she can’t breathe and she has to squeeze her eyelids shut because he hasn’t moved and she wishes all at once that she had more courage, that she were anywhere else, that she could barricade herself off from the raw strength of emotions tugging her along like a pebble caught up in the tide.

Fingers curl under her chin.

“I didn’t think it was possible.”

The wonder in his voice forces her eyes open, and her heart rolls through her chest like thunder at the whiskey softness looking back at her.

“I… I’ve wondered a thousand times what I might say in this kind of situation,” he admits. “But I never thought I would ever get the chance.” A smile curls at the corner of his mouth as he sweeps a glance over her bedragglement. “Especially not on such a nice day.”

She huddles deeper into his blankets. “I didn’t know it was raining. I mean – I did, but I didn’t notice at first, and then –”

“I do care for you,” he interrupts, and her ramble stutters to a halt. “It seemed like too much to ask for, that you would return those feelings… but I want to.”

He’s leaning in, fingertips sliding along her jaw, waiting for her to pull away, but she doesn’t – can’t – because having him so close is overwhelming and her mind has fled to wonder if her shivering is because of the cold or because Cullen is about to kiss her. Their lips meet without fire – she is still half-frozen and he has chosen caution – but still her insides twist, her limbs tense as if with lightning. It doesn’t feel like last time she was kissed; Cullen’s focus is rapt on her, responding to her movements but not demanding more, and at the end she breaks away because if she doesn’t the tension thrumming in her chest will suffocate her completely.

But he doesn’t pull away. Their breath still mingles, his thumb strokes her cheek as she fights for steadier breath, his forehead pressed to hers.

“I care for you,” he repeats. Laughs. “I’ve wanted to do that for so long. I’ve wanted to tell you… I didn’t think you’d welcome it.”

“Cullen…”

“Mm?”

“What happens now?”

His smile fades. “What do you mean?”

“I wasn’t expecting to get this far,” she stumbles, in her haste to reassure him. “I thought –”

She thought of rejection. Humiliation. And now that she’s been wrongfooted, all expectations scattered, a new kind of panic takes hold. Her hand has taken a vice-like grip on his. She has no idea what to do, how to act – what if she does something wrong, something unforgivable, what if something happens? Words have been spoken now and made the whole thing real where before she could have denied it and kept it hers alone, secret, impossible to be used against her.

“I care for you.” This is the third time he’s said it. “What do you want to happen now?”

Has anyone ever asked her what she wanted?

“I don’t know.” And it’s absurd. A bubble of laughter forces itself out of her chest, because she’s in his office, completely sodden, confessing her feelings as far as she can because actually saying it leaves her too vulnerable, and she feels so pathetic she could cry, and yet – and yet. “I – I’m cold.” It’s the only thing she can settle on.

“Then let’s warm you up before you catch a chill.”

He rises, practicality back in place now that he has a problem to solve, but as relieved as she is that some attention has been deflected from her, her traitorous heart skips in her chest because he’s still holding her hand.

kiss prompts

#professionalfruitgremlin #dragon age #dragon age inquisition #dragon age: inquisition #da:i #cullen rutherford #maighread trevelyan #f!trevelyan #mage trevelyan #cullen x inquisitor #cullen x trevelyan #my writing

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barbex · 5 years

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A new chapter for Cullen and Niamh in Haven. I beta and edit this story and love it to bits.

Excerpt:

“Are you all right?” Josephine asked delicately. Niamh looked at her, the calm grey eyes and the serene, unruffled demeanour everything she wished she was in that moment.

“I’m getting there,” Niamh said, taking another sip of tea. “What did Aunt Helene want?”

“Would you believe me if I said she wanted to help out?” Josephine answered, glancing down at her clipboard.

“Not really. It’s not her style. She always has strings attached,” Niamh said with a sigh.

“As does your grandmother,” Vivienne pointed out. “I’ve known your grandmother for the better part of three decades, and she never does anything without expecting something in return. Whether that is the utter control over her family, or the expectation that she will be able to call in a favour at some unspecified date— she doesn’t do anything without that. She’s a shrewd woman, but you have every right to be angry with her for calling in Helene duCasperge without consulting you, or Lady Montilyet.”

Niamh looked at Vivienne, and then at Josephine, who nodded.

She had never considered that her grandmother had been playing the Game for so long— or rather, that she had outplayed her time and again. Her head warred with her heart, Vivienne’s words sinking in slowly. A part of her wished to deny the allegations that Vivienne had brought against Granny, but the rational, logical part of her knew that there was truth in what she said. Granny was always the mistress of half-truths, and Niamh hated never knowing the realities from the lies.

read it on AO3

#Cullen Rutherford #dragon age #dragon age fanfiction #Trevelyan #mage!inquisitor #Cullen x Trevelyan #Cullen x f!Trevelyan #f!mage!inquisitor #Cullen romance #Cullen x Inquisitor #OCs #lots of wonderful OCs #so alive #unique characters #I beta this story

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magerightsyeah · 6 years

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My sweet children (sorry for the bad quality I literally just have to zoom in on my iPhone 5 on my tv cuz I don’t have a pc)

#tempest trevelyan #cullen rutherford #cullen x trevelyan #Cullen x tempest #mage trevelyan #mage inquisitor #f!trevelyan #inquisitor trevelyan

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the-lightning-mage · 3 years

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Fanfic Master List

A Guiding Hand - F!Cousland x Alistair. Explicit. Complete. No warnings apply. Summary: Though he's as ready as he can be, Alistair has no idea what he's doing and is a little overwhelmed. Luckily, Warden Beatrix Cousland is more than willing to walk him through it. It's mostly making out tbh. AKA that scene.

The Inquisitor’s Sister - Gen fic. General audiences. Complete. No warnings apply. Summary: Being seen as the Inquisitor is hard on Graham. He's grateful to have someone who knew him before.

A Push in the Right Direction - Gen fic. General audiences. Complete. No warnings apply. Summary: Graham struggles to admit his feelings about a certain mage to himself. Holly teases him about it.

Homecoming - F!Cousland x Alistair. Teen audiences. Complete. No warnings apply. Summary: After being away for four years, Queen Beatrix Cousland returns to Denerim with the cure for the Calling. She and Alistair share a very tear-filled, but very happy reunion.

Like Lightning in a Bottle - F!Trevelyan x Cullen. Explicit. Incomplete. No archive warnings apply, read tags. Summary: When Holly Trevelyan arrives in Haven, Everyone is a little surprised that the Herald's sister is a mage. To add to the surprise Cullen finds himself charmed by her, and Holly finds him equally enchanting.

Sleepless Night - F!Cousland x Alistair. Teen audiences. Complete. No warnings apply. Summary: Beatrix can't sleep, so she spends some time with Alistair.

From the Past - F!Cousland x Alistair. Explicit. Incomplete. Graphic depictions of violence. Summary: What if Lady Cousland and Alistair were friends as children? He and Beatrix Cousland are, and rely on that friendship to get them through their most difficult moments.

The Need For an Heir - F!Hawke x Sebastian. Explicit. Incomplete. No warnings apply. Summary: Sebastian realizes he needs an heir and what that means. Smut in the second chapter.

#dragon age #dragon age origins #dragon age 2 #dragon age inquisition #dai #dao #da2 #fanfiction #fanfic

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a-templars-vice · 2 years

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A Templar's Vice

Part 10 - "Playing with fire"

A Cullen Rutherford x F!OC Apostate Witch Dragon Age: Inquisition - fanfiction.

Rating: 18+

Warnings: contains subject matter that maybe triggering for the vulnerable or victims of abuse and trauma.

Also contains alcohol, drugs (alludes to substance abuse), detailed lewd and violent scenes.

Reader's discretion is advised

Link to Master List

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It was closing in on the day they had to leave for Orlais and go to the winter palace where peace talks were happening…

Dorian and the inquisitor saw what Corypheus had planned to set a terrible future in motion. The empress of Orlias was killed by Corypheus’ forces. They needed to go not only to gain support to help combat Corypheus’ massive forces from Orlais, but to hopefully stop the assassination of the Empress…

It was fortunate that the inquisitor and Dorian had apparently seen the future when they went to help out the rebel mages back at Redhold. They got a glimpse at Corypheus’ plan…

Before… Heaven fell to Corypheus… and is now buried under a mountain worth of snow…

Cullen felt a huge pang of guilt and shame for not being able to fight back… Because Corypheus had a bloody dragon– an archdemon on his side… As well as a red templar monster army accompanied by dark spawn, demons, and abominations the archdemon controls– which Corypheus controls… Also Corypheus had been creating the rifts as well– which were giving him an endless supply of demons from the Fade to use…

The odds were truly stacked against them but…

Next time… he won’t run away. He does not want to…

Cullen was getting extremely nervous and had a headache… Though not bad as usual but still annoying…

He really wanted his demon witch to go with him, but he remembered what was a part of their deal…

Their contract…

“Do not put me or this girl’s body into any real danger.”

And into danger is where they were going…

…

“For Corypheus!”

Grand Duchess Florianne shouted as suddenly a slew of guards started to attack anyone who was not on Corypheus’ side.

It turned out she was the assassin.

Some of the guards turned into abominations as well.

It was chaos– Just like what happened when he was stationed at Kirkwall…

“Cullen, protect the people– I will go after Florianne!”

The inquisitor commanded.

Culled nodded.

“Alright! Take care inquisitor!”

Cullen ran off to find a weapon. He was not allowed to bring his sword and shield with him…

He tore off a halbird from one of the armored statues and started to fight off the abominations and turned Red Templar guards.

This was not good… So many people were killed already…

Cullen was trying to fight off some abominations, and he saw some helpless people about to be killed.

Maker! No!

Cullen would not be able to save them–

The abominations and guards suddenly bursted into black flames. They screamed and cried out in angoy as they were reduced to nothing.

It happened so fast.

‘Maker! What the–’

A woman dressed in all black wearing a long cloak with a cape wearing a raven mask to hide her face appeared and spoke in a familiar calm soothing voice.

“My my… I did not expect Orlaians to adopt Tevinter party customs and entertainment…”

Cullen thought he was going mad. She’s here but…

“I-I thought you could not come here.”

“Hmm…? Why not?”

“Because–”

More abominations and guards came to attack. She moved gracefully and dispatched them all quickly– with her magical black fire.

Cullen involtarty raised an arm to defend against nothing.

She looked pointedly at him.

“Because it’s dangerous? Ha! This is nothing compared to a Tevinter gathering going wrong… The abominations are much bigger and scary…”

An abomination tried to sneak up on her, thinking she was distracted by talking to Cullen, but she snapped her fan closed and the abomination’s body snapped along with the closing of the fan.

Cullen cringed.

“Maker’s breath!”

She chuckled as she reopened her fan and was casually fanning herself. As if she did not have a care in the world about the chaos and death going on around them.

“Well…”

She raised a pointer finger at Cullen that had a fancy purple jewel increscested in a black ornate ring. Then flicked her finger to one side and Cullen’s weapon’s blade turned pitch black.

“What did you do?”

“Hit something and find out… and I would recommend to… keep that blade away from cutting yourself… or anything you care about.”

Cullen was confused but he knew she was here to help. No time to think too hard about this…

They have abominations to slay and people to save.

…

Cullen struck the blackened blade of his halberd into an abomination.

The wound he inflicted bursted into a bright blue fire that quickly spread and consumed the monster.

Maker’s breath!

“Oooo yours is such a pretty color!”

“What?”

“The fire of your soul– it’s a pretty color.”

“Is… that what that is?!”

The fire of his soul?

Wait a minute. He still has his soul? But their contract–

A few more abominations appeared and she summoned black fire to consume them.

Well… demons do not have souls so… he guessed a flame void of light and the opposite of what a soul might produce made sense…

He needed to ask her about their contract later…

Like didn’t he sell it to her? Has she not taken it yet and why?

So many questions but a really bad time to think about this and ask them.

She broke him out from his thoughts– pointing at something and said calmly.

“Behind you…”

Cullen turned around and quickly dispatched a Red Templar who was dressed as an Orlaisian Guard. The fire did not spread as much nor quickly– due to templars being magic resistant, but Cullen’s powerful swings were enough to take them down.

…

There were only Red Templars now, but they were much much more difficult to take down…

“Ahhh! I cannot take them down quick enough… They’re resistant to my magic…”

“Don’t worry I will–”

“Cullen, you cannot fight them all by yourself…”

“Don’t worry I can handle it, just get to somewhere you’ll be safe.”

He started to leave.

“Cullen! Wait–”

He stopped surprise at the sound of… desperation in her voice… she was always calm so that caught him off guard…

He turned around to look at her and spoke softly towards her.

“What is it?”

“I cannot fight them… but…”

She raised her arm and cut into it with a sharp ring she wore on her other pointer finger.

“What in the maker’s name are you doing?!”

He was going to lunge to stop her but then she spoke.

“It’s alright… You see… I am calling my… Pets…”

“Your… pets?”

She smiled– then as her bloody arm was raised she spoke in a language Cullen did not understand nor recognize. Her voice sounded strange as well… She was using blood magic to summon… Something…

Cullen then heard it.

Growling. Like a mabari hound, but only much much larger, and there were many of them…

But he could not see them. But he could feel whatever she had summoned… were here…

“I might not be able to fight the Red Templars effectively but… they can…”

…

Cullen with his demon witch mistress were able to save a lot more people than he could have on his own.

“Aww… Is it over already? Sheesh… this goes on for much longer and a lot more blood at a Tervinta Magistrate gathering that goes awry…”

Cullen just looked at her like she was crazy… Well okay yeah she is crazy but…

He did feel happy she was here.

…

“I am surprised you’re here!”

Josephine exclaimed.

“Ah yes… My apologies for not telling you… I felt it was best I keep myself hidden in the shadows… because of the situation…”

Josephine nodded.

“Ah makes sense and well… Regardless, we are very happy for you being here and for your assistance– You truly have gone above and beyond for us…”

The witch bowed her head respectfully towards Josephine.

“I am not as noble as you may think I am… because…”

Josephine and Cullen watched her.

“Oh! A plot to overthrow the Empress?! I just had to come see for myself– how could I not? This is history in the making! Quite exciting I must say~”

“Feels like we are back home… I am feeling quite nostalgic…”

Dorian chimed him.

“Indeed.”

The witch chuckled.

Josephine was taken aback and chuckled awkwardly.

“Uhh yes… exciting… that’s a way to put it…”

The witch chuckled again.

Cullen pinched his nose and breathed out exasperated.

“Maker’s breath…”

Right… Those two are from Tevinter… and it felt like it was a whole different chaotic world there… a chaotic world they were used to here…

His beloved demon apostate witch just smiled and chuckled at him in response as well.

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End of Act l - Link to Master List

Side story - "The Witches"

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Andraste’s Witch - Chapter 66 - SFW

Pairings: Slowburn Cullen x F!Witch!Inquisitor

Genre: Action/Adventure with elements of romance

Summary: Cullen works to get all the last minute details into place, only to learn that Finley has gone missing -- again.

I’m so sorry this took me so long, but thank you to everyone who puts up with the long waits! You’re great!

Chapter Warning: mild withdrawal symptoms

Andraste’s Witch

Apprehensions

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” a loud whisper hissed as Cullen strode up the stairs toward his office, drawing him out of his thoughts about the growing headache in the back of his skull, and the nausea that had been creeping through him since he’d woken up.

“No, I’m not. The bet is real and—”

As Cullen stepped up onto the ramparts, both soldiers jumped as though he were a darkspawn crawling out of the Deep Roads, coming specifically for them. Both of them snapped to attention so quickly that the movement did nothing to ease his nausea. Cullen couldn’t help but narrow his eyes.

The guilt on their faces was so plain, but he couldn’t figure out what it was that they were on about.

“Is everything alright?”

“Yes, ser!” They both snapped in unison, a bit louder than necessary.

His head throbbed.

Were they afraid of him?

“At ease,” he murmured, deciding that whatever their problem was, he would worry about it later. After all, they’d been talking about some bet, not an assassination attempt or anything dire.

And he already had enough to get done before they left in the morning.

If he could focus.

The nausea had hit him about an hour after he’d left Finley’s side, and it was like a curse, building up and curling within him, making it a fight to make sure his steps never faltered as he reached his office.

With any luck, it would pass quickly. The last few weeks, most of the times this mess reared its ugly head, it was little more than a small swell of a wave, and as much as he feared it breaking, it never did.

If he could just keep his mind focused, then everything would be fine.

After all, there was no reason for today to be any different. Any worse.

He’d barely had a chance to settle into his office and begin reviewing a few different documents with Knight Captain Rylen—his old friend was going to be left in charge while Cullen was away—when suddenly the door leading to the rotunda snapped open and Josephine stormed in, looking something akin to a vengeful goddess.

“Commander, a moment of your time, if you can spare it?”

Cullen’s head pounded, but he lowered the papers he was going through, and inclined his chin toward her. “Has something happened?”

“Our illustrious inquisitor has run off.” The usual patience in Josephine’s voice was thin, her arms crossed and a heavy frown replacing her usual smile. “If she happens by, would you be kind enough to bring her back to me?”

Even as he nodded, trying not to notice the way the edges of his vision wavered for a second, he reached up and scratched at the pain pooling at the base of his skull. “Gladly, but…wouldn’t Leliana and her scouts be better suited for this?”

At that, Josephine hesitated, only a breath. “I have already gone to her, but I thought it good to come to you as well, seeing as she does rather enjoy your company.”

Images from the night before flitted through his mind at that, of his fingers tangled in her hair, her body arching up into his, the feel of her beneath him, around him.

He found himself at a loss for words for a moment. Even as heat crept up his neck, making his headache throb a bit harsher, he nodded again, trying to focus on the matter at hand. He’d promised Finley he’d do his job, hadn’t he? “Ah, yes.”

“Be careful,” Rylen offered, a grin in place. “Have him turn her in too often and she’ll find a new friend to hide out with.”

The words stung. That she might grow wary of his company…

As Rylen’s smile slowly gave way to a questioning look, Cullen shook his head. It was just…a joke. He felt a bit of bile rising up in his throat, though he swallowed it down. It was a good thing he’d skipped breakfast.

Maker, this wasn’t going to be a good day, was it?

With a tired sigh, Josephine nodded to both men and shook her head. “I swear, sometimes I think I understand her, and then she just…snaps. I have tried to speak with her about what exactly it is that upsets her, but it just makes things worse. I—” Josephine quite abruptly realized what she was saying and snapped her mouth shut. After a pause, she nodded to them again. “Thank you for keeping a lookout.”

And with that she was gone, just as quickly as she had come.

Part of Cullen wanted to drop everything and start his own search, if only to make certain that Finley was alright. He could remember her after their fight in Haven’s Chantry, of how she’d panicked and had just crumpled to the floor, fear overwhelming her.

If that was what was happening now, he could understand why Josephine was at such a loss.

Further, if that was happening right now, he didn’t want her to be alone.

A pang of pain shot through his skull.

Now was not the time…

“I’m sure Leliana’s scouts will find her.”

Rylen’s voice was nearer than he expected, and he snapped his head up, startled. For a moment, the Knight-captain looked as surprised as Cullen felt, though his eyes grew gentler for just a moment. Cullen hated him in that second.

He didn’t need pity, didn’t need understanding.

He needed to do his damned job.

Making a point of focusing his gaze on the papers he’d been reviewing, his voice somehow managed to come back to him, strong and measured as he continued with their briefing.

Despite having been sure that he would be up all night working his way through reports and the like, he somehow found himself with nothing to do by midafternoon.

It was the first time this had happened since…well, since he’d joined the Inquisition.

There were reports still coming in, of course—there were always reports—but he’d already set Rylen up in his office to give the man and the scouts time to see how well they worked together and to have time to admonish anyone who felt they could treat the knight-captain differently than the commander, should such an instance occur.

Security for the trip was already in order, he’d checked everything over thrice, and there would be nothing more to do until they were actually leaving, in that regard. There were no plans of moving troops while they were away, aside from a few mineral gathering missions that had already been assigned.

Fortifications to Skyhold itself were still underway, but there wouldn’t be an update on that for another few days. Rylen would have to see to that.

And despite tensions between mages and templars, they didn’t seem ready to start anything just yet.

Hopefully, they never would.

Even as he wondered if perhaps he should try to get some rest—lunch was still out, with his stomach feeling queasy—though he dreaded the thought. Twice during his rounds with Rylen, he’d thought he’d seen…things in the shadows. Figures, monsters, twisted flesh and hulking, deformed shoulders, dark eyes that only reflected an inner malice. Creatures he’d been fortunate not to see since joining the Inquisition.

Sleeping was not going to be pleasant.

Last night had been so…perfect. It felt like he was being punished for allowing himself to get lost in another’s arms. Of allowing himself to forget everything that had happened and just live in that moment, arms wrapped around one another as smile pressed against smile.

What did she even see in him?

She’d called him too kind, once, though he still couldn’t fathom how she’d drawn that conclusion.

He wanted to be, though.

Before he’d met her, he’d just wanted to be a better person, to drag himself back from what he’d been, but now…he wanted to be the man she thought he was. Someone who actually deserved her.

Like that could ever happen.

“Still not there, still not good. Can one even be good themselves if they can’t see it in others? To see the good is so…hard. So hard not to hate, not to fear. What if a first impression is wrong? Better to be wary than dead. It’s so easy to be deceived. A monster hides behind even the prettiest eyes. Any eyes. She proved it was possible that anyone could hide that sort of evil in them.”

Cullen blinked out of his thoughts and glanced toward the blonde boy standing beside him. He’d ended up on the ramparts, though he didn’t remember walking there.

He’d met the boy before, though he couldn’t place where.

“Any power can be corrupted,” Cullen murmured, mind flitting back to his former knight-commander at the boy’s words.

“And any evil can gain power if it’s ignored,” the boy agreed. “Diligence is a noble aspiration, but a difficult one.”

Cullen shifted a little where he stood, frowning. Uldred and Meredith were odd mirrors of each other. Both had worked right under the noses of those around them, poisoning minds and torturing those they felt were enemies.

The only difference was that he should have seen what Meredith was doing so much sooner.

He had. He’d known the things she did, and yet he’d turned a blind eye, telling himself she was the knight-commander and that it was her job to decide what force was necessary. It had been his job to keep the mages in the Gallows, to find them when they ran. He wasn’t there enough to know that her methods were too strict, even when the mages begged that they were.

That’s what he’d told himself…

Sometimes he wished he could tell himself that again, if only so he might rest a little easier.

It was a selfish, vile wish.

“You are better than she was,” the boy offered as he began to walk. Without thinking, Cullen matched his pace. “It is hard to stand up to evil when you find it.”

“I didn’t find it,” Cullen muttered. “I knew it was there, and I let it fester. I helped it.”

The boy nodded slowly. “Yes, but you can’t change that. Better to move forward and keep what you’ve learned in your heart and head.”

“I try.”

“I know.”

With a blink, he was standing by himself on the ramparts, near the door to one of the towers. It was the one where he’d spoken to Finley about being a witch. His headache still drummed at the back of his head, but it was a bit softer than before, and he couldn’t help but wonder if perhaps she was up there.

He opened the door and felt as though the darkness inside was ready to swallow him whole. His heartbeat quickened and he gulped as he swung the door shut, feeling as though he were already trapped in the room, with the walls too close, not enough room to stretch, to breathe.

Whirling away, he gripped the wall of the battlements, gulping down air as he looked out over Skyhold, reminding himself that he wasn’t trapped in a little space, but in one that stretched out in every direction, the open sky overhead, wide and free.

As he managed to gather himself enough to let go of the wall, his gaze just happened toward the back of the barn. There, on an outcrop of wall behind it that was mostly hidden by a few trees growing there, a ledge that must have once served as another set of stairs, though the wall was far too debilitated to know for sure, was a bit of cloth stretched out. A slender hand moved it and he caught a faint flicker of green that went with it before disappearing back behind the barn.

Cullen took in a few slow breaths, eyeing the wall to see how one might get to that spot in particular. Not wanting to walk through the tower, he chose to backtrack, going down the steps carefully, feeling a little foolish that his balance wasn’t quite what it should be, and then wandering through the courtyard and into the barn.

Stable boys and Horsemaster Dennet were busily preparing for the trip in the morrow, with the older man barking orders and making that chaos move at his whim.

It was impressive, though Cullen quickly drew himself up the stairs to the second floor of the barn. There he found Warden Blackwall going over his own supplies and inspecting the different bags he had. The warden looked up and started to get out of his seat, though Cullen waved for him to stay where he was.

“Commander,” he nodded respectfully.

Even as Cullen glanced around, wondering if the warden would even know about the ledge behind the barn, the man coughed. When Cullen looked at him, he nodded his head to the side, gaze flicking with it and then resumed inspecting his bags.

Cullen stood there a moment before slowly walking the way he’d indicated. It seemed further from where he was trying to get, but as he looked around, he found an old window was opened and, if he stepped on the sill, he could pull himself up to the beginnings of a ledge a little way to the right of it.

Once he was up there, the roof of the barn made it impossible to follow the ledge without crawling on his stomach. Instead, he opted to carefully step across the roof itself.

Even as he wondered if he was being foolish, he looked up from where he was stepping to see the roof ended shortly and there, on the small space of the ledge beyond, was Finley.

She was in a rather lovely Ferelden styled dress, with the skirt spread out around her, except for the part she had pulled to herself where she was…

Maker, she was sewing the hem herself.

No wonder Josephine had been displeased to have her run off.

As soon as his gaze was on her, she was looking back up at him. There was a second of hesitation before she straightened up where she sat, relief flitting across her features.

It sent a shiver through him that merely seeing him could make her feel better.

He made his way the last few steps before hopping down to where she was. Two long strides took him to the edge of her skirt, and he tried not to frown when he saw that her sewing skills were wanting.

While the hem looked even at a glance, it was far too thick for a typical hem, and when he looked closer he realized that she had half a dozen threads winding around. The finished sections were wide enough that they gave the illusion of being neat, but at the closer glance, he could see that the threads crisscrossed over each other, filling gaps that had been left by others. The stitches themselves varied in length and there was no way to try to pretend that the part she was working on now was in a straight line. It reminded him of a half-starved, leafless vine, twisting its way across the fabric.

He doubted that was her intention.

When she patted the edge of her dress, fingers just barely brushing the stone beyond, he took the invitation and sat beside her, watching with poorly veiled amusement as she went back to the task she was taking most seriously.

“I suppose it is too much to hope that you are here of your own volition and not on Josephine’s behalf?”

“I doubt I’d have found you if she hadn’t let me know you were missing,” he admitted. He wished his was close enough to run his fingers through her hair, but he’d have to crawl across her skirt to do that, and he wasn’t about to leave shoe prints or scuff marks on the fabric. When Finley replied with a soft ‘humph’, he couldn’t help his smile.

Leaning forward as close as he dared, he peered up at her, catching her gaze. “Is there a reason you’re up here by yourself?”

“I thought you’d be busy today.” There was a hint of disapproval in her voice as she added, “You did leave rather early.”

“I wanted to make sure I didn’t fall behind,” he said, straightening out of his lean when he felt his world spin a little.

Even as he settled back, she followed, moving onto her knees, one hand propping herself up over her skirts as her other brushed against his forehead and then cheek. “You’re not well.”

The dress she was in was well fitting at the top, though it was a low cut, and as her hair spilled over her shoulders, he found himself rather distracted by the view of her collarbone and the skin beneath. His hand was halfway to her when she repeated her statement, moving and tugging her skirt out of the meticulous circle she’d set it in so that she could reach him better.

As she tilted his head back, fingers feathering over his neck feeling for swelling or other signs of illness, his gaze finally moved to her face.

Her lips were slightly parted, eyes lowered as she looked him over so that he could see just how long her lashes were.

For a moment, he forgot to breathe.

“A headache?”

“I’m fine.” He wasn’t sure how he managed to find his voice, but as soon as he’d spoken, Finley frowned and settled back to her previous seat, busying herself with setting the fabric around her back into place. She looked mildly indignant, though she said nothing of his dismissal of his pains. He watched her resume her sewing for a few minutes before sighing. “You know, there are seamstresses here specifically to do that.”

“I wish to do this here.”

“Would you like me to show one or two of them up here to help you?”

The look she gave him was one of betrayal, and he was surprised at how sharply that hurt.

“Finley…”

Her gaze darted away from him, and he found himself resting his knees on her skirt anyway so that he could reach her. He brushed her hair back as she blinked up at him, surprised. As he tucked her hair behind her ear, he let his fingers curl around the shell of it, and he gently kissed her.

Whatever tension was in her seemed to drain at the mere touch of their lips. Their kiss was far gentler than anything last night, and yet it left his heart racing just the same. As he pulled away, she chased him just long enough to give him a quick kiss on his scar.

“There’s too much movement in Skyhold today,” she mumbled finally, slender fingers working the needle through the fabric, again and again. After a few more stitches, she dropped that thread and went back to one of the others that was waiting where she’d left the majority of them. As that second thread chased after the first, sometimes crisscrossing the stitches, he peered up at her, watching the murky expression that had taken hold.

“Wouldn’t it be easier to just go somewhere quiet with Josephine so that she can help you with what you’ll need to know when you meet the nobles in Denerim?”

“Except it wouldn’t be somewhere quiet,” Finley retorted, frown deepening. “There would be the experts on Ferelden culture and the seamstresses and whatever other manner of people she decides to drag along with us. All rushing about, moving from one side of the room to the other, slipping behind me with sharp things…” She trailed off a moment before shrugging. “They’re saying the king doesn’t care for mages.”

“Who told you that?” Cullen asked. It was likely true enough, if what little Cullen remember of King Cousland remained true, but he could hope that someone had created some elaborate story that he could dismiss to allay her fears.

“No one.” Her voice wavered slightly and she cursed softly as she stuck her finger with the needle. It was healed before a drop of blood could tarnish her skirt, and she kept going. “Alistair dragged Leliana to whisper about it. Alistair doesn’t like him, said he’s cruel, that it would be better if Leliana went to speak with him alone.” She dropped that thread and started on another. “He helped stop the Blight, you know. King Cousland.”

“I know,” Cullen murmured. He sighed, reaching up and scratching at the back of his neck. His head still hurt. “But you don’t need to worry. I’m bringing our best guards—and Leliana, Cassandra, and I will all be there to protect you. And Josephine. She knows court intrigue like no one else, and while I may not understand the necessity of it, she’s saved a lot of blood from being spilled with what she does. Have faith in us, would you?”

“A general doesn’t outrank a king.”

“No, but that doesn’t mean I won’t stand between you and him if it comes down to it. I’ll make sure you stay safe,” Cullen offered.

“No.” He was surprised at the distress in her voice as he spoke. She shook her head furiously. “No. I don’t need people deciding to stand between me and whatever threat. I’m capable of taking care of myself.” Despite her words, there was fear in her voice. “I don’t need—”

Cullen leaned forward and caught one of her wrists, tugging her to him. He wrapped his arms around her and held her a breath, his chin resting in her hair, with her half in his lap. “Would it help if I told you have I no intention of letting anyone cut me down, even a king? We’ll escape together.”

She shifted in his arms. At first he thought she was moving to put distance between them, but even as he loosened his grip, she snuggled more firmly against him, head resting against his shoulder. “Good, because I don’t like leaving people behind.”

Even as Cullen pressed a quick kiss onto the crown of her head, Warden Blackwall’s voice interrupted them. “Commander? There’s a courier looking for you.”

It was then that Cullen realized there was a window closer to the ledge than the one he’d climbed out, though it didn’t have a good way to get up to where they were. Even as his shoulders slumped, Finley slipped back to where she’d been, resuming her task.

“You know I have to let Josephine know where you are.”

Finley sat a little straighter. “If you must.” Her gaze snapped toward him. “I’m not moving until this skirt is finished, though. She’ll have to come up here.”

With a low laugh, Cullen rose to his feet, shaking his head. The motion made him a little dizzy, but it was nothing he couldn’t work through. “I think you’re underestimating our ambassador, but I’ll let her know.”

#dragon age #dragon age fanfiction #andraste's witch #cullen x f!mage!inquisitor #cullen x f!inquisitor #cullen x inquisitor #cullen rutherford #witch!inquisitor #action/adventure #slowburn #do i still mark it as a slowburn if they're together at this point?#idfk #romance

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Against A Wall

Welcome to day two lovelies! Prompt list for the month is still open, sitting at 15 of 31 days requested so far, so please send something over if you’re interested. Prompt list can be found HERE. Switching lanes a bit today, I’ve been missing Delphine and Cullen quite a bit so I decided to pull something together for them. Takes place during the Trespasser timeline of DA:I.

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#2- Against a wall Cullen x F!Trevelyan Rating: Explicit (18+) Warnings: explicit sexual material, fingering, semi-public sex, maybe a little glove kink?

The first time Delphine had gazed upon the Winter Palace there had been an odd sense of familiarity for a place she’d never been to. It’s splendor hiding ugly truths brought her back into the world she’d been raised for. Decorum, stifling dresses and The Game, while an annoyance to their goal at the time were more familiar to her than roaming across the countryside hunting down demons and the venatori. Now that world seemed a lifetime away. Delphine was more comfortable in armor than a ball gown- though she was hoping there would be no need to wear either anytime soon. It was plainly obvious that a certain commander would rather be back in his armor though. He tugged, picked and adjusted the formal coat throughout the entirety of the opening talks, never one to sit still while uncomfortable.

“Cullen,” Del soothes a hand over his shoulder when they’re finally free of the meeting, “come walk with me.”

Golden eyes flicker between Del and the retreating figures of Cass and Josie. “Shouldn’t we…”

“They’ll live without us for a few moments, and you look like you could us a breather.”

“Well…you’re probably right,” Cullen sighs, “a few moments won’t hurt.” Ever the gentleman he offers her the crook of his arm as they wander deeper into the palace.

“Of course I’m right.”

Del’s pout draws a smile to Cullen’s face. “Of course, Delphine. I never should have forgotten.”

Rolling her eyes, Del shakes her head. “But in all seriousness, Cullen, are you feeling alright?”

The former templar had been doing incredibly well with his recovery in the last few months. The cravings had tapered off nearly entirely, only flaring up once in a blue moon now. Even when they did make a reappearance, they weren’t anywhere close to as strong as they’d been during the height of his withdrawals.

This time Cullen soothes her, his free hand rubbing calming circles across her arm. “I’m feeling fine today. It’s just this stuffy jacket and ignorant lords getting to me.”

Del tries to hold back her giggling. Figures the nobility was the true cause of Cullen’s mood. They never failed to get under his skin. “Well, I can’t do anything about the lords, but I do think you look very handsome in that jacket.”

Cullen sighs, “there’s no need to appease me, Del.”

The brunette comes to a sudden stop in the dim hallway, dropping Cullen’s arm. “I’m not appeasing you. It is a genuine compliment. You looked very handsome up there, facing down the nobles trying to tear us all apart.”

His face falls at the dejected tone seeping into Delphine’s voice. “I’m sorry, Del. I still can’t get used to-”

“Compliments. I know.” She shoots him a small smile, “that’s why I just have to remind you more often.”

Taking her hands in his, Cullen tugs the mage closer. “Well then, you must also let me remind you how beautiful you look today.”

Del blushes and averts her eyes. Cullen was one of the few people in her life who would never feed her false niceties, making his praise all the more special.

“And I’m the one who’s bad at taking compliments,” he chuckles, catching her chin and tilting her gaze back to him.

“What a pair we make.”

“Indeed.” He grins before leaning in to capture her lips with his own. Del gasps into his mouth, still often surprised by any display of affection out in the open. Cullen uses it to his advantage, sweeping his tongue past her soft lips, deepening the kiss.

Keening under his ministrations Del draws him closer, one hand holding tight to his uniform jacket, the other tangling into the loose golden curls at the nape of his neck. Cullen does much the same, wrapping one arm around her waist, the other coming to cup the back of her head as he slowly walks her back into the ornate palace wall.

“Cullen-”

“Yes, my love?” He grins as his lips leave hers to trail down her jaw to the delicate skin of her throat.

She squirms against him, already beginning to feel the heat blooming in her core at his actions. The rational part of her knows they should stop. They may be down a dim, unused hallway but they were still in public. Any servant, delegate, or Maker help them, any chantry sister, could come across them here. Yet, she knew she did not have the willpower to stop him, not when he kissed her like that. “Cullen, please!”

“Please what, Delphine?” He nips at her earlobe as he effectively pins her to the wall.

“Touch me, Cullen. Please,” she whines, tugging and grasping at him.

He groans against her skin, “as you wish.” With fumbling hands he tugs down the gray shawl wrapped around her shoulders. As it falls to the floor his lips drift farther down, splaying kisses across her exposed collarbone while his gloved hands drag down her sides, memorizing her curves over her olive green dress. One large hand anchors on her hip, the other continues its descent to her skirts. His name falls from her lips like a chant as he shucks up the layers of her skirt, giving him access to the damp spot growing on her underthings. “Is this what you want, Delphine?”

“Y-yes,” she rocks her hips against the hand cupping her mound. In the weeks leading up to their return to the Winter Palace they had not had time to themselves, no privacy. All that need seemed to wash over Del now as she begged for him.

Without warning Cullen pushes aside the cotton barrier to run his gloved fingers through her slick, drawing a keening moan from deep in Del’s throat. Cullen seals his lips over hers as he plunges two fingers into her dripping core. Del’s knees nearly give out at the sudden full feeling, and she latches onto her lover’s wide shoulders, her nails digging into that damned jacket.

It does not take Cullen long to find that spongy spot inside of her that makes her see stars. He attacks it relentlessly, leaving her crying out for him as the coil swiftly tightens in her belly. “Always so tight around me,” he hisses while she flutters around him. “Do you think you can come for me, my love?”

Delphine gives him a weak nod as he doubles his effort, his thumb rubbing tight circles over her pearl while his fingers drive into her with renewed vigor. Its all just enough to send her over the edge, the dam finally bursting as her walls clamp down around his thick fingers. He swallows her moans as he draws her in for another kiss, letting her ride out her high around him.

It feels as if her soul finally returns to her body as Cullen gently eases himself from her, leaving her boneless against the wall. Yet her heartrate picks back up as Cullen brings his soaked fingers up to his lips to lick her essences off his glove while she watches.

“Cullen-”

“Commander! Lady Trevelyan!”

Cullen snaps to attention, standing mostly in front of the disheveled Delphine as a servant rounds the corner. “Yes?”

“The Inquisitor has been calling for you. He requests both of you to join him before the talks resume.”

“Please inform him we will be there momentarily.” Cullen’s tone leaves no room for discussion. The servant nods before scurrying off again.

“We’ll just have to finish this later,” Cullen does not sound too disappointed at the thought. Instead, he drapes Del’s shawl back over her shoulders with a rather smug look on his face.

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