#dragon age x male reader

[bigfan-fanfic]

A Stolen Kiss (Male!Reader x Cullen Rutherford)

Can I request a fic where Cullen mets the reader when he was in the circle tower and they kinda live this forbidden love, sneaking back to kiss, but during the blight, the reader escapes the tower and they just meet again during the Inquisition. Cullen, however, is kinda embarrassed to talk with him again because of how he treated mages in Kirkwall but they eventually date again, please?

He tastes like mint.

He just likes to be fresh when you get to kiss, so he makes a habit of chewing on the mint leaves he can pilfer from the greenhouse rooms where the mages practice their plant magic.

There's an alcove where the patrols rarely go. It's hard not to feel like it's a betrayal when you take him there, but it's love, in this dark tower, it's a blindingly bright light in a life where you have none, so how can you resist?

Everything has been taken from you. Family, life, freedom. So when Cullen lets you take the lead, when his lips part at the slightest prompting from your tongue or teeth worrying his lip, it almost feels like the Maker giving you everything you missed out on.

You've never seen him without his armor, nor he you without your robes - there are whispers that the Templar recruits train shirtless outside the tower, but the windows start on an upper floor, and they don't let you see the sun. And yet there's something about it that makes this feel so intimate.

Your fingers tangle in his curly hair, and he moans when you tug it, just rough enough not to be considered gentle, but not rough enough to cause any pain.

"I love you" is said, because how can it not be? This is the only kind of love you'll ever get to have in this tower. A forbidden, clandestine love with a man who tastes of mint, who kisses you desperately, who cannot let himself lose control and gently bite you without uttering a prayer to the Maker and Lady.

But he finally finds a way, pulls you into a discreet broom closet and asks - more like begs, really - to touch you.

It's awkward and uncomfortable in there, but you get his armor off and marvel at him and his tanned skin and his muscles, and he gently removes your robes and what you two do cannot technically be called making love, because it's over too quickly, but you two hold each other close and it's even better, your lips finding his skin, your body protected and warm in his embrace.

He whispers "I love you" against your skin so many times you lose count...

but then, during the Blight, there's a chance. An opening as demons overtake the Circle, and you flee.

Even ten years of apostasy later, you still can remember that first time touching grass on the outside.

The Inquisition needs the help of mages. That's why you go. Not because it's pretty famously Cullen that's their armed force commander.

You accept that he's busy, but after a few weeks go by, it's pretty obvious that he's avoiding you.

So you go to find him.

He looks at you with a bit of... shame? Fear?

"Cullen... it's been a long time."

"I... you haven't changed a bit."

"Really? I feel like I have."

"You still light up a room the way you always have when you walk in."

He blushes after blurting that. Such an honest and eloquent response.

"You knew I was here."

"Yes, but... I wished to respect your distance."

"Distance?"

"I'm sure you... heard of what happened. In Kirkwall... and Kinloch. What I did. What I proposed to do."

"I did. But I also heard that you've... that the Inquisition was helping mages."

"Against my recommendation, I'm sorry to say."

"And you're still forthright to a fault, I see."

"I looked for you. At Kinloch. I thought you were dead."

"I'm sorry."

"I'm glad you did. My fear of magic... of mages. It's... I need to make an effort. To know mages. To understand that - that maleficarum and abominations are an exception and not the rule. That mages are just people. Just people trying to survive, like everyone else."

"Do you still dream of me, Cullen?"

"Yes." he breathes. "Often."

"Look, Cullen. It's been a while, I know. How about... we get to know each other. Outside of the Order. Outside of the Circle. Just us."

"I... would appreciate that chance. Though it may be short-lived, with our battle with Corypheus on the horizon."

"Then let's make the most of it."

"As always, you are right."

You whisper "I love you" as you leave, eager to start your second chance.

Unbeknownst to you, he whispers it at the exact same time.

#cullen rutherford x reader #cullen x male reader #dragon age x reader #dragon age x male reader #dragon age headcanons #headcanons #male reader

[freestyle-crocodile-trashpile]

Dragon

Summary:You somehow figured out how to make a dragon not kill you, not necessarily tame

Type:Hcs: Dorian X M!Reader: Cole X M!Reader: Iron Bull X M!Reader: Cullen X M!Reader

Version:Inquisition

Iron bull

Oh, he's super excited

Do you know how cool that is for him? His boyfriend somehow befriend a dragon

Doesn't like how he can't get close, but either way

He finds it super cool and exciting

Cullen

He won't step 500 feet of you

Definitely don't think it's very exciting, impressive yes, but exciting, no

He loves how you found a way to befriend a beast, mainly because it's not eating you

He'll congratulate you tho

Cole

He thinks it's dangerous, like really dangerous, and tells you to be careful

He'll watch you from afar, he's impressed tho

Even though he's not really human, he understands how exciting this can be for you

So he won't ruin your fun

Dorian

He honestly thinks it's kinds hot how you befriended the dragon

Essentially, when you look intermediating with it behind you

But besides that, he thinks it's super dangerous

Almost didn't let you go out of the house after he found out you could befriend a dragon

[A/n:Heh, I love dragons. I hope you enjoyed]

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[mlm-writer]

Destress (Iron Bull x GN!Reader)

Pairing: Iron Bull x Gender Neutral Reader Rating: Explicit Words: 1163 POV: Second Summary: Stopping Corypheus is stressful. Bull knows what helps you relax... besides cheese. Note: For the prompt ‘cum shower’.  See my kinktober 2022 masterlist here. Reader is implied to be any species but Qunari. Tags: cum shower, fluff and smut, reader loves cheese, reader is a stress eater, established relationship, sloppy blowjob, facefucking, no degradation and a dash of praise (as a treat)

Sometimes the stress would just build and build, until there was only one thing left to do: raid the kitchen. In the flickering light of a single candle, you were stuffing an entire cheese into your face, chewing your stress away. When the door opened and a single stream of light from the hallway fell over your face, you froze in place. A piece of cheese was still hanging from your mouth, when you set your sights on an impressively built silhouette in the doorway. He could barely fit his horns through the door, but when he stood in front of you, you managed to have swallowed down your cheese. 

“Kadan… this is no way to deal with your stress,” your love gently scolded you. He sat down on the floor with you and took the piece of cheese from your hand to put it aside. “What about we go to the training grounds and blow off some steam?” His hand was huge on your shoulder. 

“More fighting? Bull, that is exactly the shit I am done with. I am so fucking done!” You reached for the cheese he put away, but his hand moved to stop you. You struggled, but you were no match for his strength. 

Bull picked you up like you weighed nothing. To him, that was perhaps true. He blew your candle out and threw you over his shoulder. “Then rest,” he ordered, while carrying you out to his private quarters. You protested the entire way, but in the end just gave up. Your lover did not let go until he was sitting on his bed with you cradled in his lap. You snuggled against his chest, burying your face into his skin. “You take too much responsibility. You are not the only one fighting the good fight,” he whispered to you. 

You sighed and nodded, before shifting in his lap until you were straddling him. Your lips met and you leaned against him. His rough lips felt like heaven against yours. Bull was rather quick to pull away, much to your dismay. “You taste like cheese,” he chuckled. You gave him a poke in return. 

“Don’t make fun of me. You know how having something in my mouth helps me relax.” He smirked. You smirked as well. Bull pulled you down, kissing you less sweet and more spicy. You wrapped your arms around his neck, while grinding on him. Lips could not stay in just one place. Both you and Bull would have something to show tomorrow, but you did not care. Krem could make all the comments about the hickies, until he was on the floor laughing, but it all did not matter right now. 

When you felt his solid length under you, you slid down onto the floor. You kneeled between his legs and rid him of his breeches. Bull’s huge length stood tall and proud before you. You took the tip into your mouth, sucking eagerly. His musk filled your nose, making you hum. You stroked him with both hands, while you worshiped the head of his cock. 

His smell and taste made you all heady. Your eyes closed, so you could focus even more on his flesh on your tongue. If Bull was saying anything, it was not coming through properly. In only a matter of moments your mind became foggy and all you wanted was to take his cock deeper down your throat. 

Bull’s cock was half the size of your torso. There was no way you could fit all of him inside you, but that did not stop you from giving it your best shot. You forced your head down on him as far as it would go. Once you reached your limit, you felt Bull’s huge hand on the back of your head, holding you in place. After a few seconds, you started gagging, but you could not pull off yet. Bull kept you in place for a little longer, before he let go of you. You pulled off completely, gasping and coughing a little. A thick stream of drool dripped down your chin and Bull used the tip of his cock to rub it over your face. 

You stuck your tongue out and tried to keep your eyes open while Bull rubbed his wet cock all over your face. “Feeling relaxed yet?” You hummed and tried to lick his cock, following his movements with your head. “You want me to cum all over you, don’t you?”

You nodded eagerly in reply, kissing his cock. “Please,” you hummed against his greyish skin. Bull’s hands cupped your head. You used your own to guide his cock back into your mouth. Once the head slipped past your lips, you put both of your hands behind your back, submitting yourself to your lover’s mercy. 

Bull gave a few shallow thrusts into your wet mouth, before thrusting in deep. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, when you felt him reach deep down your throat. Then right before you were about to gag, he pulled out almost completely, thrusting shallowly once more. He repeated the process, thrusting deep inside you longer and longer. 

You lost track of time, of where you were and what you were doing. All that there was, was that lovely foggy feeling accompanied by the taste and smell of the man you loved. You gasped when he pulled out completely, your face a mess from your own saliva. “Please, please,” you pleaded in between waiting for his cum with your tongue hanging from your lips. 

Bull stroked his cock above your face, a beautiful symphony of moans and grunts coming from deep within him. When he reached the edge, he roughly pushed you backwards. You ended up lying backwards on the floor while resting on your elbows. You barely registered this new position, when hot liquid showered over you. “Yes, thank you,” you moaned, before opening your mouth and catching as much as you could. 

You got completely soaked as Bull showered you in his cum. Once the stream had stopped, you felt a hand on your chin. “Spit.” You followed his command and spit out the cum you managed to catch in your mouth. “Good job,” Bull praised you. As much as you wanted to drink all of his seed, you were not keen on finding out what swallowing Qunari cum could do to your biology. 

He wiped his cum off your eyes, so you could look at him. He smiled at you, warm and fuzzy. “I think I need a bath,” you sighed, feeling very relaxed. He quipped back that you just had one, before promising he would take care of it as soon as he got new breeches. “Okay, just go, I’ll be here.” You sighed again and rolled to the side so you could lie on the floor, without being in the middle of the cum puddle. “And don’t forget to grab a mop too!” 

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[dreamedaboutboys]

HI GUYS

I'm new here and I want to introduce myself!

I'm 21 and I really like writing stuff and play videogames, so, I decided to create this blog! Here I want to post about some characters I love, write HCs or just talk about them in asks! 

So, if you want, just come to my asks and ask things like " what would * do?" " How are cuddles with * ?"

The fandoms and characters I like are here and the rules are here.

Thank you!

#x male reader #male reader #dragon age x male reader #inside out x male reader #marvel x male reader #supernatural x male reader #the quarry x male reader #until dawn x male reader #mass effect x male reader #genshin impact x male reader

[divine-donna]

inquisition companions react to the inquisitor missing half their arm

because bioware didn’t wanna give it to us, i decided i’d just do it myself. (insert thanos meme) even though i am like years late to the hype.

the game is like 9 years old at this point, but spoilers ahead.

do keep in mind this is my own personal interpretation of each character. it may not be accurate to your own interpretations. (also i know leliana is technically not a companion in inquisition but i included her anyways)

cassandra pentaghast

if cassandra could plunge a knife into the heart of solas, she would. she would not let him get away with betraying you and taking the anchor along with your arm. you had basically fallen into her arms when you emerged from the portal and she had to carry you back to halamshiral. for the days you were unconscious, cassandra was anxious and extra prickly. there were many times where cullen would have to talk her down from her anger. even varric did too.

dorian pavus

the first thing he did was crack a joke. the atmosphere was tense and it just slipped out. “i asked you to come back in one piece, not missing one.” safe to say, the other companions did not approve of his joke. dorian was set to return to tevinter after being notified of his new position as a magister, but he delayed the return to his homeland for you. he sat in your room as you lied unconscious, barely breathing, leg anxious bouncing up and down. when you awoke, you were immediately met with a large and tight hug from him. he knocked the air out of your lungs from that.

blackwall

blackwall admires you. in fact, everyone would go so far as to say he adores you. he thinks of you as strong, capable, almost infallible. you closed rifts, you closed the big green tear in the sky, and you defeated corypheus! what couldn’t you do? all your feats proved to him that you were the strongest leader he could ever know. and yet, you were still mortal. you left the eluvians mortally wounded and exhausted beyond belief, your eyelids so heavy and ready to close so you may drift off into the black void of sleep. blackwall would not let you, not until you were taken away to be cared for. you found him sitting besides you, awake and on guard. your mortality was his reminder that you and him were the same, even if your lives appeared to be completely different. and he understood that the world would need a leader like you and that is dangerous.

iron bull

the bull could feel a stronger kinship with you that day. it appears that the both of you lost something. he betrayed the qun for the inquisition, thus losing a part of himself, his people. you lost a literal part of yourself, something you had to come to terms with after having the anchor for two years. to say iron bull was shaken up would be an understatement. he was getting cassandra to hit him with sticks for days on end while you lied unconscious. he wondered what would’ve happened if he was with you, if maybe...he could’ve stopped solas. but reminiscing never did anyone any good.

cole

as much as he wanted to help you, cole couldn’t. he also understood that you wouldn’t accept his help, no matter how much he insisted. so instead, he did the best thing he could do: help tend to your injuries. what was curious was that he could feel very little of your pain. when he felt your pain two years ago after forming the inquisition, it was concentrated in your hand and forearm. with it gone, you felt at peace. the primary source of pain for you had been washed away. perhaps it was a blessing in disguise, he thought.

sera

sera’s immediate reaction is, like dorian, to crack a joke. everyone is used to her eccentricity. but it felt different this time around. while you laid unconscious, recovering from the long battle, she occupied herself. she had to busy her hands and her legs, keep moving, keep her mind busy. because if she sat too still for even a second, then her mind would think about the worst outcome. she would get images of you, dead, because solas had betrayed you, betrayed her, betrayed the inquisition. hell, he betrayed the world! that knob! thinking he knew what was best! sera’s all the more relieved when it’s revealed you survived. she bursts through the door to see you and hug you tightly, complaining about how much you scared her.

varric tethras

in all honesty, varric should’ve been more prepared to expect...well, the unexpected. he had expectations of you coming out unharmed, untouched. obviously, that was not what happened. and he wondered if he was responsible for this. he had been one of the many people to support you as the inquisitor two years ago, suggesting it. he wondered if he made the wrong decision. but also, part of varric was relieved. he lost someone close to him two years ago. he didn’t know if he could handle losing you too.

vivienne de fer

the court would devour tales of the eluvians and how you managed to survive. that was vivienne’s first thought. people would be talking about you for centuries to come, certainly. and yet, she knew in her soul that was not what you would want. she does her best to minimize what rumors spread when you first emerge from the eluvians and help give you privacy. behind closed doors, vivienne checks on your injuries. part of her is amazed that the anchor was removed so cleanly.

josephine montilyet

josephine has seen many things ranging from serious to just plain absurd. when she was alerted that you had returned with many serious injuries, including the loss of half your arm, she sent messages to get the best possible doctors in all of orlais to help attend to you. the woman was definitely stressed beyond belief. but when she wasn’t trying to get everyone from backing off from you or getting people to look at you, josephine was attending to you herself. you awoke to find her wiping some sweat off your face and when she noticed, she muttered about how great andraste was and embraced you tightly.

cullen rutherford

your knight-commander appeared to take the news very well, much to the disapproval of cassandra. but the moment cullen was alone, in private, he flipped a table, causing everything to crash. all he could feel running throughout his body was regret, guilt, and anger. regret and guilt for not having gone with you. he should’ve. because if he did, maybe you would have came back alright. anger directed towards solas because the apostate had betrayed you, the inquisition. and everything you and him had worked towards was going to crumble. all of his hard work, leliana’s, cassandra’s, josephine’s, it’d all be for naught. cullen ends up spending a lot of time alone while you’re unconscious. he prays to andraste and the maker to distract himself from any wandering thoughts going towards lyrium. certainly the new mabari hound he decided to adopt on a whim helps with distractions at least.

leliana

the woman has seen many things in her lifetime, having experienced the fifth blight itself and been part of that fight against the archdemon. still, things aren’t easy when you come back from the eluvians missing half of your arm. even if it goes against all her duties, leliana stays with you until you wake up to make sure you’re alright. you’re the inquisitor after all and it’s vital that you’re still alive.

solas

he’s the one who took it. you think he cares?

in all seriousness, it gave him no pleasure to remove your arm for the anchor. even if his plan was...well, shoddy we should say, the anchor was going to kill you. he had no choice. carrying your hand and forearm around felt heavy. he could carry it just fine but what made it heavy was the burden that came with his plan to tear down the veil and bring doom upon the world in a desperate attempt to bring it back to what it once was. and also, the burden of having harmed you.

#dragon age #dragon age inquisition #cassandra pentaghast #dorian pavus #blackwall #iron bull #sera dragon age #cole dragon age #cullen rutherford #josephine montilyet #dragon age leliana #solas dragon age #varric tethras #vivienne de fer #x reader #male reader #female reader #gender neutral reader

[elfyelation]

I am on my hands and knees begging for headcanons of Dorian and Astarions (male) a/I being utterly shy and nervous around even the idea of sex, like, they stumble off the WORDING like a new baby fawn

dorian

the very moment he found out about your shyness around the subject he came to realise that he loves nothing more than to tease you and watch you squirm

all he has to do is say one dirty thing or even just mention the word 'sex' and you practically recoil, looking away from him as you stumble on your words with your cheeks flushing a deep shade of red

oh how he adores it

innocent kisses are about as much as he can get off you before you’re coming up with some excuse and running away before things can advance further

although it is reassuring to him to know that sex is not the only thing you want from him, as has been with many of his... tumbles in the past

he was sure you did want him though, even if you were too shy to admit it. how could any man resist him, after all?

you just weren’t ready, still far too shy to the thought, and he was okay with that

he would wait for as long as you needed and he’d certainly be there whenever you were ready to go just a little further

it seemed that baby steps were required with you but he could be patient

the teasing would not stop though, it was far too fun for him to forgo it

and when the time finally came when he was able to work you up to it, he adored you all the more for how you twisted and turned underneath him, trying to hide your flushed and embarrassed face under your arm or by pushing it down into your pillow

"i want to see you, amatus," he'd say as he turned your face towards him with a gentle hand, kissing you softly as if to remind you that you were safe with him and that there was nothing to be embarrassed about

astarion

like dorian, astarion would love to tease you

he’d bring something dirty up in almost every conversation with you just to watch you squirm

he had never seen anyone so shy about sex before

he certainly wasn’t and usually he’d have given up and moved on to someone else by now

but he wanted you

“come on baby boy, i know you want to” his voice would be low, sultry and full of desire

more than just teasing, he’d love to describe all the things he wanted to do to you in great detail

the rest of the party had scolded him time and time again after seeing how uncomfortable it made you

still, he wouldn’t stop

not until he had at least had a taste of you

the camp would be celebrating with a party by the time you would finally begin to buckle under his advances

a little too drunk for your own good

he’d sit beside you, handing you another pitcher of wine, your shoulders bumping together

whispers of sinful things would find their way into your ears as he trailed his fingers up and down your arm

if shadowheart hadn’t been watching with a close eye you were almost sure he would have had his way with you right then and there

instead, he settled for watching you fumble more than usual, face burning red at every foul description that fell from his lips until you finally passed out from the exhaustion of it all, head slumping against his shoulder as he smiled almost too fondly and carefully removed the pitcher from your hand before what was left of the wine could spill over you both

he would never give up though and the next morning when you woke up in his bed he was quick to tease and threaten you with how great of a time the two of you had had the night before

you only blushed and pulled the blankets up to hide your face in panic

oh how he loved this game

“don't worry your pretty little head. nothing happened between us last night, as much as i wish it had.”

your first time together would be a long time coming and he would savour every moment of it, drawing it out for hours until you could do nothing but cry out his name

#—warrenwrites ✦ #headcanons #requested #request #dorian pavus #astarion #dorian pavus x male!reader #astarion x m!reader #dorian dragon age #astarion baldurs gate #astarion bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #dragon age inquisition

[iliumheightnights]

Alistair: "Ugh! I hate how we have to keep moving because of the darkspawn." M/n, a dalish elf: "I know. It SUCKS having to keep moving because staying in one place too long could mean death." Alistair: "..." M/n:

#dragon age #da #bioware #alistair #alistair theirin #x male reader #x male!reader #male reader #male!reader #x reader #reader

[malemacrofics]

The Tiny Protector

Summary: While on a mission in the Hinterlands, Cullen comes across a small curiosity. A man victim from a spell by a darkspawn Emissary that’s left him reduced in height. Luckily, a small size doesn’t mean the tiny guy can’t still help protect his new protector.

Content: Accidental Shrinking, Caring Giant, Fluff

A/N: Hopefully this is the first of many new fanfics! Also, special thanks to @iliumheightnights for letting me use his OC, Finnick!

Cullen doesn’t normally go on missions for the inquisition. In fact, he’d be lying if he said he didn’t detest the idea of leaving Skyhold normally. Sure, its stone brick walls and floor offer little in way of comfort, but between his bedroom and the courtyard of the keep, it truly does feel like home. However, when Leliana’s scouts reported darkspawn activity in the Hinterlands, the Inquisitor specifically asked Cullen to go with his soldiers. In hindsight, it seemed like an odd request, but Cullen wasn’t one to question his superior. At Least not with Josephine and Leliana standing right next to him.

Regardless of what happened back in Skyhold, now Cullen was here in the Hinterlands. And so far, Lelianna’s spies seemed to be wrong. They’ve visited numerous small settlements and none have reported any darkspawn activity. In fact, the soldiers were at the last settlement they had to search through. There wasn’t much special about it so far. There was a lack of people in the settlement when the soldiers arrived, but the lack of any destruction or personal effects in any buildings just caused Cullen to assume people had gradually left. He doubts many cartographers were making it out here to update their maps after the rift opened.

As Cullen approached the town hall, however, he could hear faint sounds of combat. He called over some soldiers before opening the twin doors. Before them was a mage engaged in a fierce magical duel against a Darkspawn Emissary. Each spell cast was immediately dispelled by the opposing party. That was, until the mage’s focus was drawn towards Cullen and the rest of the templars. In the briefest of moments, panic began to set into the Mage’s eyes, just enough time for one of the emissary’s spells to connect to the mage it was dueling.

As a sickeningly green bolt of energy connected with the mage’s robes, it began to wash over the cloth like ocean waves crashing over sand. Immediately, the mage began to fall over, almost as though paralyzed. Once he hit the ground, all that remained was the cloth of the robes.

Maker’s breath… Cullen thought, If only we were able to get here sooner.

As Cullen thought, the emissary began to cast another spell, the same sickly green energy coalescing in its hands. However, after the bolt had been cast, but before it could hit Cullen square in the chest, it was met by a different ball of energy. This one cast from the robes laying on the ground. And in the moments between the emissary’s bolt being dispelled, and it beginning to cast another, an arrow from one of Cullen’s archers found itself lodged in the emissary’s chest. And as it looked down at the wound it now had, it began to dissolve, pieces of its own mass separating and falling to the ground. All that remained of the darkspawn was a small pile of dust and the arrow that had been shot into it.

Returning to reality, Cullen quickly rushed over to the heap of cloth on the floor. He began to search through it, hoping to find some personal effect that they could send home to the man’s family. However, in place of a locket or journal, was something Cullen wasn’t expecting at all. Laying in the cloth, almost in a daze, was the mage. He was still clothed, his undershirt and pants seemed to change with him, but instead of his normal height, he was reduced to mere inches tall. The man looked up at Cullen as a slight smile covered his face before he collapsed. All he remembered before everything went dark was the far off sound of a man ordering soldiers, and the feeling of leather against his skin.

—

Finnick woke up with a start. His head was pounding and he felt drained. Not only physically, but magically. He closed his eyes trying to remember what had happened. He recalled fighting a darkspawn in a wooden building, a strange man appeared, and the last thing he had done was cast a dispel. He looked around his surroundings and it appeared like a tent. Small candles dotted the area, providing scant light into the night. However, this tent was more akin to a fortress or castle. The ceiling above Finnick seemed to be nearly 100 feet above him. And the floor he was resting on seemed to be made of oak, with massive papers stretching it’s surface. Finnick attempted to run to the edge of the surface he was on, and after gazing over the edge realized two important things. One was the fact that he seemed to be at least 50 feet from the ground, and that whatever surface he was on was more akin to a table than any floor. And with those realizations, that’s when it clicked for Finnick.

He is on a table. And the ground wasn’t 50 feet below him, but probably only 3. Just as the fear begins to seat itself in the base of his stomach, Finnick watches as the strange man from the town hall enters the tent. His blonde hair and stubble framed his face quite handsomely, with a faint scar visible across the man’s upper lip. And his polished armor glinted in the candlelight, only hidden behind the large feathered collar. The man looked in surprise at seeing Finnick up and moving. He made his way to the table and sat in the chair that was pulled up. He began to introduce himself.

“Greetings, ser mage. My name is Cullen Rutherford. I’m here on behalf of the Herald of Andraste.” He said with a smile, “We heard rumors of darkspawn operating in this part of the Hinterlands, and upon investigation, we encountered you. May I ask your name?”

“Finnick. Just… Finnick for now. Where am I, and why are you so large?” Finnick asked nervously.

As soon as Finnick had asked that question, Cullen’s smile faded. “Right, your size. When we approached your battle with that darkspawn, it appears he had cast a spell of some kind on you. We don’t have the magical knowledge here at our base camp to have any hope of reverse it. However, with your permission, I’d like to take you to Skyhold. Perhaps the herald or our mages could reverse it.”

“It’s not like I have much of a choice, do I? I either go with you, or have to fend for myself at this size.”

“Unless you have another idea, it appears that way, Finnick. My apologies.”

Finnick thought for a moment, hoping there was some alternative he could think of. However, each time his mind drew a blank. “And I can trust you?” He asked.

“Of course. I wouldn’t wish you any harm. You have my word.”

“Alright then, Cullen. How soon do you plan on heading back?”

“We’ll stay stationed here for the night, and leave first thing in the morning. If you’d like, to can even sleep in this tent with me.”

“That sounds nice. Although, I don’t suppose you have anything extra to cover up with? At this size,  the gentle coolness of the Hinterlands feels more akin to a midwinter night.”

“I’m afraid not, Finnick. I understand it would be unconventional, but if you wish you could rest on my body as I sleep. I don’t move much and hopefully my body warmth would stave off the cold for you.”

Finnick immediately felt himself blush. He turned his face away from Cullen. Did he honestly just offer for me to sleep with him? Finnick asked himself. I suppose he’s right though. It seems like the best option at the moment.

“And you wouldn’t find that too awkward, Sir Cullen?” Finnick asked, his face still flushed.

Cullen notices the slight blush, even in spite of the size difference between the two. He cracks a small smile at the miniscule mage, “Of course not. Would you?”

“N-no, not at all.” Finnick sputters.

“Then it’s settled. Just give me a moment to take off my armor, and you shall accompany me to bed.”

With his sentence finished, Cullen walked behind a folding screen. However, given the height of the templar, his shoulders and up were still more than visible. And Finnick could swear Cullen looked over his shoulder to check if the tiny mage was still watching. Once Cullen was done, he walked from behind the folding screen. His muscular chest bare as he stood there simply wearing a thin pair of linen pants. A small dusting of hair visible across the templar’s broad chest. Cullen approached the table and placed his hand on its surface, palm up.

“Climb aboard.”

Finnick stepped on the palm, grabbing Cullen’s thumb for support. Cullen made his way towards his cot and laid on it’s surface. He laid Finnick on one of his pecs before covering his legs and stomach with a thin blanket. He laid his hand over Finnick, almost like his own tent, before asking the mage “Comfortable enough for you?”

“Yes, thank you.” He quickly responded.

And as the two fell asleep, Finnick began to wonder how much he really wanted to return to his normal size. Life alone in the Hinterlands was hardly the easiest thing to have to do. Being under the care of a gentle man like Cullen seemed like a very worthwhile trade. Even if he had to be stuck at the height of one of Cullen’s fingers. Regardless, that’s an issue for another day, for tonight the moon is rising, a soft breeze blows over the hills and mountains, and the two men have a wonderful night’s sleep together in a tent. Wondering what’s going to happen next.

#dragon age cullen #cullen rutherford #g/t #g/t fluff #male!reader #canon x reader #Cullen Rutherford x Male!Reader #Word Count: 1500-2000

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My Heart Bleeds Whenever I Look Upon You, But I Can Not Bring Myself to Turn Away - Part I

Solas x Dalish, Inquisitor, Male Reader

Word Count: 2.8k+

Warnings: Mentions of abuse, canon typical violence

Part I: Even in darkness Vhenan, I shall guide you home.

"Ir abelas, Mythal save us!"

Y/N woke with his heart clawing to escape from his own chest, bed sheets soaked with sweat that had seeped through the simple, white cotton nightwear shirt. He felt it stick to his skin, clinging desperately to the curves and forms of his body. His breathing was ragged and untamed, causing his brain to fog and his head to feel weightless as if it could just simply roll off of his shoulders.

Slow, deep breaths.

In... Hold... Out... Repeat.

So many nights practising the same routine.

Y/N turned to the beds that lay a few steps beside his own, thankfully his nightmare had not woken those who he shared a bed chamber with. He knew some nights simple dreams would turn into him screaming, pulling him from those same dreams with a burning throat and aching lungs. Thankfully he hadn't had one that bad while in Haven.

It surprised him nonetheless, that his friends who slept with knives beneath their pillows and swords by their fingertips had never heard him. Not when he woke as if he had been drowning, or when he slipped from the tacky covers to feel his bare feet on the cold, stone floor or when he slipped through the door of their shared room out into the hallway.

Another routine; slithering through the halls of the Chantry building, avoiding the night shift guards that forced their tired eyes open, pushing against the sleep that threatened to claim them where they stood. Y/N would move through the shadows gifted by low burning torch light, finally letting out a breath when his back pressed against a heavy wooden door and all that stood in front of him was a ladder leading to the roof.

Even during the warmer months, Haven was frost ridden. Nestled snugly between the mountains it never received the warm winds from the north, instead, the snowy ranges kept a blanket of cold stillness across Haven. With Y/N used to the milder, damper-heavy forests the frigid air made his muscles ache and his bones creek at any movement. Even standing still for too long made his limbs go numb.

Sitting on the rooftop of the old Chantry building did nothing to help the creeping feeling of slowly being paralysed by frost. The tiles beneath him were like fresh ice, jagged and unwelcoming, making even his skin feel raw beneath his heavy sleeping trousers. The light wind that had found its way through the hills was bitter and cruel as it caressed the thin layer of his nightshirt and bare face.

The scar within the heavens shone brighter than the stars, its crackling, green lighting harsher in the dark, the Lichtenberg figures the static created twisting and gripping onto the sky with too many fingers to count. Within the eye of the storm there was a window to an unknown world Y/N wished he would never have to return to; its towering, gravity-defying pillars of jagged rock, dense, choking fog, and the creatures that scuttle and crawl within it.

He shivered and pulled his arms tighter around himself, ignoring the protests coming from his aching back.

"It'll be hard to save the world if its mighty hero catches a cold." Y/N violently turned at the voice, almost slipping on the tiles in the process. Solas stood there with a gentle smile gracing his lips, eyebrows slightly raised in an almost concerned way. He took a moment before approaching, an ugly-coloured blanket draped over his forearms.

Solas was careful as he sat beside Y/N on the awkwardly sloped tiles; not too close, but close enough that he could drape the scraggily blanket over the other man's shoulders. It did not keep in any warmth as there was so little in the first place, but it acted as a stronger barrier against the wind, which seemed to whine at the loss of someone to torment.

"Thank you, Solas," Y/N's throat still felt raw from trying to keep his sobbing quiet, the remnants of dried tears still clinging to his blushing cheeks. He held onto the blanket in a vice grip, pulling it tighter around him, bunching up his shoulders in a practised defence, "I'm sorry if I woke you."

"No bother, I was not sleeping," Solas' voice was like mulberry silk, soft and delicate, yet his voice would cut through the thick fog like a freshly sharpened blade. "I could hear your dreams in the Fade."

Y/N stilled, his knuckles growing white as his grip became like iron on the fabric. "What did you hear?"

Solas pondered for a minute, head tilting to one side. "Hear is the wrong word perhaps, but to say I sensed it is not correct either. I did not hear what was said nor what occurred. Instead, I felt its symphonies... its purest emotions. Maybe if I pried I could get a clearer picture, but something as private as a dream should not be invaded."

Some of the tension that clung to Y/N dissipated, a sigh escaping his lips. "It'll be hard to save the world if I'm too busy running from my nightmares."

Something that could be read as concern finds its way into Solas' features as he turns more of his body to face Y/N, shifting his balance so he does not fall from the tiles. "What are your nightmares?"

A dry chuckle leaves Y/N as he watches the forest sway. From so high the trees are so small, so fragile, it is hard to imagine that stood at their base the branches and leaves would tower high above his head.

"Part of me wants to be able to say the big hole in the sky, or maybe the ugly as fuck demons falling out of it. I would prefer it if I was fighting them, it's easier to fight what you know is real."

There is a ram that drinks from the flowing parts of the river, the water not yet consumed by ice. Its ears are twitching as it listens, legs braced in case it needs to dart back into the protective arms of long grasses and thick tree trunks. But nothing has come for it yet, it is allowed a moment to rest.

"Do you miss the forests?" Solas had followed Y/N's gaze to the ram, now watching it too.

"Yes... Gods yes," A smile tugged at the corners of Y/N's lips.

"What is it that you miss most?"

They sat in silence as he thought for a moment, "The privacy for one. Some days I feel as if I can't piss without someone's watching eyes, waiting for me to turn into a monster or reveal my villainous plan." Y/N carefully adjusted his seating as the base of his back began to sting at the numbness. "I think... I think I also miss the freedom. Even when Cassandra removed the bonds from my wrists I still felt the ghost of them... and sometimes the cord tightens and I can feel the circulation being cut off from my wrists to my hands."

Y/N took a breath, lip quivering as he held onto the last few strands of willpower he had spent so long weaving.

"I want to run Solas... even now when the world gives me a chance to breathe, I want to run back to forests and just sit under its canopies. To listen to a songbird's melody, to smell fresh dew atop soil... anything that isn't..." he flails his hand in the air, "...this."

"Yet you stay... and that is braver than almost anyone here." Solas moved closer, just by an inch. "Many forget that you are not a divine being sent by the heavens, you are just a man and that is all that should ever be asked of you. You have not trained your whole life with a sword, you have not commanded armies, and you do not get to hide in the shadows and listen to a person's deepest secret or topple someone with a few intricately laced-together words. Yet you stand tall with what you do have and you build up from nothing but rubble and ash."

Y/N's eyebrows knitted together as he let Solas's words sink in. "Thank you... I think..." Y/N turned to better face Solas as well, his knee bumping against the others at the difficult angle. "I do believe a lot of that was insults though before you got to the compliment."

"You will have to grow used to it if you wish to gain the allyship of those with their noses pointed to the sky... they may even forget the compliment at the end."

"I didn't realise you were capable of telling jokes, Solas."

The elven mage lets out a soft laugh, the corners of his eyes crinkling at the smile it forced on him. "Incredible, a compliment and an insult in one, you'll be strutting your way through the courts in no time."

"Dirthara-Ma." The lashes came fast and heavy, settling into a confident rhythm. With the pattern, he was able to relax his muscles once more to make the next hit more tolerable. He just needed to hold on a little longer, for if he let himself fall it would only start over when he woke.

Y/N woke once again to sweat-soaked sheets. His head was calmer this night though, something soft stroking against his mind in an effort to soothe him. It was gentle, not attempting to make its presence known or to try to hide it either; just the tips of fingers gracing against hair around the crown of his head.

The first sunlight peeked through the stained glass windows, decorating the floor with colourful, abstract, illustrations. Y/N just lay there, allowing himself the indulgence in the comforting sensation. He took a single, deep breath that expanded his lungs to their limit and let it flow out of him once more as his feet touched the cool stone. As he did so, the presence went, but it left behind the mental peace it gave him when he woke.

The day was almost at its end once more, it was a blessing that he finally found the time to search for the man he sought. Tucked away beneath the old Chantry building, sat in its little dungeon library, Solas let his fingers skim over the books, taking in their dust-ridden titles and worn-down spines. He looked half interested, but there was little to do in Haven for most apart from complain about the cold.

The Room was only illuminated by a single brazier and a few scattered candles, leaving creeping shadows to settle comfortably in the little nooks and crannies the litter dotted about the room caused. Crumpled papers most likely old, incorrect notes, tossed books and writing equipment. Perhaps a scholar's or researcher's old room, but why would it be down here?

"Was it you?" Y/N cringed at how loud his voice had sounded, echoing throughout the empty halls - he did not mean it as an accusation, but the walls of the Chantry made it so. Yet Solas did not tense, he did not even turn at the sudden displacement of noise behind him.

"Yes, it was," His hand slid from its hovering position at the bookshelf and fell to his side as he finally turned towards Y/N, "I apologise if I overstepped my bonds."

Y/N thought for a moment, cracking every joint in his hand - a nervous tic he still had yet to grow out of. "No... No, I-" He stopped himself and collected his thoughts once more. "It helped... the nightmares, I still feel them, experienced them... but not alone... Thank you."

A soft, yet hesitant smile tugged at Solas' lips. "I'm glad." He took Y/N's hand from its place at his side in his own, his other hand coming to rest on top, fully encompassing it. "You needn't fight alone, we... I am your ally. I am here to help you win any battle."

"This is not a battle I think I... we can win, even with your aid," Y/N found his gaze lingering on their intertwined hands, allowing himself to give in and feel the warmth that seem to radiate from Solas' palms.

"Have faith."

A beat passed between them... then a second.

Then Solas pulled his hands away, a look on his face that was unreadable, but not wholly negative. The sudden cold of the cellar hit Y/N's bare hand which had been marked by the anchor and he shivered.

"Find anything good to read down here?" A casual conversation, yet the question felt awkward upon Y/N's tongue. He found himself scanning the few titles that had been discarded and left upon the cobweb, dust-ridden desk.

"Nothing so far. There are some of Varric's pieces here."

"I think I shall pass, thank you," A book of tales and fables written in a variation of the elven language caught Y/N's eye and he gently blew on the cover, attempting to clear the detritus that riddled the front. He was gentle turning the pages, so afraid to tear the delicate paper.

"Not a fan of romance?" Solas turned just briefly before returning to the wall of books, a genial smile once more gracing his lips.

"I'm not a fan of the romance Varric rights, too much swooning for my taste," Y/N closed the book, his fingers resting on the cover for a moment before he left it to its resting place. He did not have the luxury to spend time reading fantasies. "Don't tell Varric I said that or I think I might end up with a crossbow bolt buried in my skull."

The other man laughed, muted in its hesitance, but genuine. "Don't worry, your secret is safe with me, Falon."

Solas stood in front of Y/N now, less than an arm's reach between them. The air seemed to still in its own anticipation, almost seeming to watch with gated breath. A moment passes once more and something careful passed through Solas' eyes, a single thought that he seems to immediately blink away, breaking his study of Y/N's features.

"Take it," He pushed the book that Y/N had been ogling on the table into his stomach, not forcefully but with a commanding push, "Read before you sleep, it will help you rest." Then in a breath, he was gone.

*****

The stench of blood hit him first like a slap across the face, a spark of panic shot through his body and it awoke him to the scene that surrounded him. The smoke was next, coupled with the roaring flames that burned hot as they brushed against Y/N's skin, stripping away the small hairs.

The fire engulfed the wooden hulls of the aravels, reaching into the gaps it had paved away with its sharp claws and tearing them apart until they were unrecognisable. The crates and chests that sat idly by them suffered the same fate, the flames blanketing them in twisting red and orange heat.

A shrill, piercing scream hit Y/N's ear but he could not find a person to connect the voice to through the burning aravels. The smoke settled like a heavy fog obscuring his vision and the light from the fire blinded him. Y/N lifted his hands to his eyes in an attempt to shield them as he stood, feeling the creaks within the joints of his protesting, aching knees.

The first step was agony, almost sending him toppling back down into the dirt - the second step was not much easier.

The third sent him falling back to his knees, the pain shooting through him like a thousand small knives, reaching up through his thighs to his hips. He let his arms fall back to his side as he wept, unclear if the tears came from the smoke filling his eyes or the pain he felt racking his entire being.

"Ir abelas," Y/N felt the words leave his lips before he could stop them. "IR ABELAS." The tears flowed freely now, cutting through the filth that coated his cheeks, leaving pathways atop his skin.

It took a moment to notice the sitting wolf through blurred vision.

It was towering, twice the size of that found within these forests he'd spent his life travelling through. Its fur was not dissimilar to that of charcoal but held a shine compared to that of obsidian. The snout was long and pointed, the same as its ears, the shape of them narrower than to be expected. Its eyes were a dim red, but as Y/N stared into their hollow colour he swore he felt it staring back.

The tears stopped flowing and his heartbeat quietened in his chest, even as the flames danced and the cries sounded around them.

He was calm.

"Ir abelas" - I am sorry.

"Dirthara-Ma" - May you learn.

"Falon" - Friend

#dragon age #dragon age inquisition #dragon age x reader #solas x male reader #dragon age solas #solas dragon age #male reader #solas x inquisitor #solas x lavellan

[demigoddessqueens]

Hello again :) please could I request headcanons for the dragon age 2 companions and male hawke where they fall in love with carvers ex girlfriend who is half elf :)

Oh sure! 😉

Being Carver’s ex, but the others like you, includes…

Carver’s never going to hear the end of it! He let you go?? He dated you??

Isabela thinks you’re interesting already and is immediately drawn to you. Shamelessly flirting every second

Varric is that dude who ribs Carver but also shamelessly flirts with you too. Planning on what’s going to be in the book he has planned

Fenris and Anders are jealous of you as soon as they see Hawke flirt with you. Like it just radiates off them and you’re quick to piece two and two together.

Needless to say, you’ve got a quick wit too and give them a taste of their own medicine.

They’ll give you this, you’re a good listener and you have a light-hearted nature that is sympathetic to them as well.

But then again your bark is as good as your bite

Aveline and Sebastian are infatuated quickly with you. Always close by, hanging on to every word you’re saying, and sometimes going out of their way to get things you need or want.

#dragon age #dragon age 2 #inbox request #headcanons #dragon age x reader #hawke #dragon age fenris #dragon age anders #dragon age carver #dragon age sebastian #sebastian vael #dragon age isabela #male hawke #varric tethras #dragon age varric #dragon age aveline

[scarfacemarston]

Writing for Fenris

So, I’m trying to branch out a bit! I haven’t had the best success, but I want to keep trying! I finished DA 2 and working through Inquisition. I’m replaying Dragon Age Origins and am almost finished. I didn’t expect to fall for Fenris at all, but the minute I heard his voice, I knew I was in for it. I want to start writing for the fandom so please send me anything you want that’s Fenris related! Any type of headcanons, prompt questions, etc. I can’t write fanfics at the moment, but I’ll accept drabbles. Anything from questions about Modern Au, Parenting Au, Asking what a date with Hawke would look like, etc. I can also write Meta, too.  So come meet me! :)

#fenris dragon age #dragon age fenris #fenris x hawke #fenris x femhawke #fenris x male hawke #fenris x female hawke #dragon age 2 #fenris x reader

[bigfan-fanfic]

Windows Through the Past (HOF!Reader x Cullen Rutherford)

Requested by @iliumheightnights for  Another fic request! Cullen reuniting with his long time crush the HOF. Now the hero is a super powerful mage capable of fighting entire armies himself and he's been invited to help the inquisition for a mission?

"I believe the Commander is quite well-acquainted with this ally," Leliana smirks, still not revealing her plan, and Cullen has just about had enough of it.

She gives a giggle behind her hand once more before she states that she has invited the Hero of Ferelden himself to join the Inquisition's march on Suledin Keep.

Cullen is absolutely stunned.

And not all in anticipation of seeing the Hero again.

He had been stationed in Kinloch Hold, where the Hero had spent most of their years before the Fifth Blight took hold.

And had a quite awful experience with abominations as the Circle broke and demons ran rampant, capturing and tormenting him, using the image of the Hero himself to toy with his mind and heart.

He hadn't been kind, last he saw the Hero. And couldn't imagine that anything that Warden Amell may have heard would change that.

After all, he had acted with, shall we say, less than graceful manners at the uprising among the mages in the Gallows, and only when presented with the city's destruction did he take a stand against Meredith.

Cullen immediately resolves not to engage with the Hero. After all, he was trying to be more sensitive of the feelings of the mages serving in the Inquisition, and did not want to bring up any traumatic memories.

But then Leliana states (with an infuriatingly offhand tone) that Amell was actually quite looking forward to seeing Cullen, and now the poor man can't think at all.

It causes him no small amount of stress, puzzling over why Amell would wish to see him, and he comes to the conclusion that it's to enact justice for his crimes.

He can't even bring himself to argue this theoretical point, and resolves not to resist. He'll even alter the guard patrols to make sure Amell has a clear escape.

The Hero of Ferelden shall be his judge and executioner, a hand of the Maker given flesh.

Amell was rather stoic, last time he recalled seeing them. A side effect of the Harrowing, a temporary disorientation. But now, ten years later, the mage seemed... well, downright peppy.

Amell has decimated armies in fire, wiped out a darkspawn horde in a whirl of wind and ice, and summoned a rain of holy light, but now he - you - seem so... soft. Happy.

Cullen smiles despite himself. "You look well, Warden Commander."

"There's no need to be formal, Cullen. I've known you since your hair was still curly." you tease, and Cullen actually laughs.

"My apologies. We have not seen each other in so long, and our parting was... under unfortunate circumstances."

"I understand. I was glad to hear you were with the Inquisition."

"May I ask why?"

You tilt your head and sit. "Well... after Kinloch. I heard about you and Kirkwall. It wasn't great, what I heard."

Cullen nods. "It wasn't great living there, either."

"I feared you had lost your way, but seeing you here... working with mages once more - free mages at that! - I knew the man I once saw was still there."

"The man you once-"

"You weren't very subtle, Cullen. I know how you felt about me in Kinloch."

Cullen blushes. "My deepest apologies. I had never meant to-"

You raise a hand. "I liked you too, but... you were my jailer, Cullen, no matter how handsome and kind you were. I hoped, that after the Blight, you might come to see the truth."

He winces. "I fear I am not the man you seek yet. I... the Inquisitor asked me my view of the Circles, and I responded that I see their necessity. For teaching, for ensuring abominations do not occur."

But you are patient. Far more than Cullen deserves. "And yet you saw in the Gallows, in Kinloch, that the Circle as it is does not do that. I agree that the Circles should still exist as places of instruction and learning, but not as prisons. Not to rip children from their parents. Did you know I had a brother, Cullen?"

"N-"

"Neither did I. That I had a mother that wished to see me and a father that never got to. That Irving was tricking young mages into pursuing blood magic. That the templar order, the Chantry, wanted us all turned into Tranquil."

Cullen would've denied it if it were anyone else. But you have lived it, as he had. You say it so concisely that Cullen cannot refute it. Not now that he has seen red lyrium, seen how easily the Templars fell.

"I struggle, sometimes... knowing that the world after this Inquisition will be far different. I am trying... but I have done so much ill towards the mages. I still fear the power of magic even as I know the wrongs the Circles and the Templars have done."

You grin at him. "The Cullen I had known would not even be questioning it. You have far to travel, Cullen, but you are on the road I hoped you would be."

He looks at you and the words tumble out before he can bid them stop. "Would you ever be able to consider me something other than a jailer? I would pledge myself to you in an instant if you desired it of me."

Immediately Cullen winces in horror, ashamed of his outburst, of asking this of you considering your history together, but you simply tilt your head.

"How about we simply see what the new world after the Inquisition holds? Continue on your path, and I shall endeavor to help you see the signposts. And perhaps someday I might see you as a companion."

Cullen nods. "Then let us proceed with the battle plans, Ser. We must hasten the new dawn."

#cullen rutherford x reader #cullen x male reader #dragon age x male reader #dragon age x reader #dragon age headcanons #headcanons

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Thighs

Summary:No matter the situation, you always have a hand on their thigh

Type:Hcs: Krem X M!Reader: Josephine X M!Reader: Iron Bull X M!Reader: Solas X M!Reader

Version:Inquisition

Josephine

She must admit, it did make her alittle flustered

Especially since you did it so often

More specifically, everytime you sit sat next to eachother

But she doesn't mind

Krem

He started thinking it was a subconscious thing

Mainly because you did it everytime you say next to him, even if people could see

It use to annoy him, but now be doesn't mind at much

He actually now waits for it, he enjoys the warmth

Solas

It would definitely surprise him, but only the first few times would he push your hand off

Mainly because he was embarrassed

He still is, but now be only looks away from your hand

To avoid the blush

Iron Bull

He finds it amusing

Especially if you're surprised the first time with how big his thighs really are

He doesn't mind in the slightest, hw actually enjoys it

It's nice having a more loving contact rather than a lustful one

[A/n: Back again with the thighs. I hope you enjoyed]

#dragon age x reader #dragon age inquisition #dragon age #dragon age krem #dragon age x male reader #josephine x inquisitor #Josephine dai #josephine montilyet #iron bull x male reader #iron bull x reader #iron bull x inquisitor #iron bull #solas dai #solas x reader #solas x inquisitor #solas x male reader

[mlm-writer]

Bleed Clean (Dorian Pavus x M!Reader)

Pairing:  Dorian Pavus x Straight Male Reader (trans-friendly) Rating: Mature Words: 1068 POV: Second Summary: The Big Tober Day 9 - Coming out + bad reaction Note: Please pay attention to the poetry that is the last sentence of this piece. Also being confused about your sexuality is normal and not wrong. Dorian is just very hurt here and haunted by his own demons. Tags: established relationship, coming out, breakup, platonic soulmates, hurt no comfort and reader is new to the dating scene

You have been wrong about many things in your life. There have been many things you had believed to be true, only to find out later they were not. There have been many decisions you made that turned out to be the wrong one. There have been yesses that were nos and rights that were wrongs - such was the way of life. You had learned to take those mistakes into stride. Why dwell on the damage when you could focus on how to fix things? 

It was an admirable mindset. However, it did not help you a bit as you were faced with was quite possibly the biggest mistake of your life. Emotions had never been your forté and then Dorian Pavus appeared in your life, all dashing and demon fighting. You loved his sharp tongue and wit; you loved his sass and his sarcasm. There was nothing to not love as you grew into close friends within a few days. Before you knew it, you spent every possible moment together, reading in the skyhold library, debating any topic that came up or drinking in Skyhold’s tavern with whoever else also happened to be there. It was either those things or fighting side by side against whatever came out of the fade. 

Then he confessed his feelings to you. Had you ever been interested in men? No. Had you ever been with a woman? Also no. ‘Perhaps, this is love,’ you had thought to yourself. “I can no longer imagine living my life without you,” you had told him that day in all truthfulness. It was as good of a confession as anything, but now you wondered if it was love or brotherhood like you had never experienced before. 

Dorian was patient with you, knowing being with a man was new for you. He even offered to shave for your first kiss, but you were pretty sure he was jesting. It had been over a month since that first kiss. It was nothing like you imagined, but you thought you’d get used to kissing a man. You never got used to it. You loved Dorian. You wanted to know him until your last breath. However, you had no desire to kiss him and the looming expectation of eventual sex filled you with dread. 

“You seem troubled,” Dorian observed as you sat across from him in the library. There was a book in your hands, but you had been staring at the same page for several minutes now and there was no hiding the glassy look in your eyes. Dorian took the book from your hands and then took one of your hands in his own. This felt fine, felt right even, but you did not experience butterflies in your stomach or a fluttering heart. 

Dorian took you out to one of the walls surrounding Skyhold. The wind was cold, but the air was warm. “I cannot help but feel I have done something to upset you,” Dorian spoke as he leaned against the wall. Behind him you saw the courtyard, many people walking around like ants. 

“You have not! It is… me, who made a grave mistake.” You could not look at him. You have been putting off this very conversation and Dorian had sensed something was wrong. How could he not? You often felt like you two shared a soul. You could not look at your partner, eyes glued on the mouldy stone under your feet. You did not see Dorian’s eyebrow cock up. 

“Amatus… What did you do?” Dorian made it sound like you cheated on him. As much as you had no romantic feelings for him, your undying loyalty would not have allowed you to even so much as look at anyone else, while your… arrangement of sorts was still in place. 

You took a deep breath and looked up. Dorian’s eyes were crushing your heart, but you felt it was unfair to even think that while you were about to stomp on his. “I…” You played this scene a thousand times over in your head, but now that you were here, you found yourself unable to remember any of the words you prepared. You took another deep breath. When beautifully crafted words were unavailable, there was always the good old ripping the bandage off. “I’m not in love with you. I don’t think I ever was.” You saw Dorian getting ready to say something, but you stopped him with a hand you almost shoved into his face. “Wait, let me finish! I don’t think I will ever be able to be in love with a man, but I do love you. I love you dearly, just not romantically. I still want to be with you until my last moments, just… as friends.” 

Dorian scoffed, throwing his hands up and turning around to look over the courtyard. “Oh please, spare me the salving words. You’re just like those before you. You hear of a man interested in other men and immediately think ‘oh I should try that’!” Dorian pushed himself off the wall and turned around to face you. You felt small under his venomous gaze. “I’m just a pretty test subject. What I feel doesn’t matter, does it? As long as that little itch of curiosity gets scratched. I really thought you were a better man, Ama…” He corrected himself, your name never spoken before with such contempt. “People like you disgust me.” 

You wanted to explain yourself, scream that is was nothing like that, but you couldn’t say a thing; words clogged up your throat. Dorian drew his own conclusions from your silence and turned away, walking back to the library with his head held high. You watched his back. Each step he took separated you further from the piece of your soul he still carried with him. You could not see the thick tears that stained the necromancer’s cheeks. You could not feel how his heart ached, how old wounds started bleeding once more. All you could perceive was the way your chest felt hollow where Dorian was supposed to be your brother in arms until your last breath. You didn’t know how long you stood there, but you decided against going through the library and left the wall via another route. Perhaps one day, you could mend things, but sometimes wounds needed to bleed clean, before one could bandage them up. 

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[ladydeadrabbit]

Rhythm [Cassandra Pentaghast]

Rating: General audience

Warnings: None

Category: F/M

Fandom: Dragon Age

Relationship: MaleInquisitor/Cassandra Pentaghast

Summary: Male Lavellan Inquisitor wants to dance with the beautiful, but stubborn, Cassandra Pentaghast.

Your bored, tired eyes glazed over across the crowd of party-goers as you swirled the glass of sparkling champagne in one hand while the other buried itself deep within the pocket of the black dress pants of your tuxedo. Quiet piano music played off into the background as chatter and laughter filled the air. You sighed once, took a sip, and sighed again as your [eye colored] gaze moved from one spot to the next.

From across the room, you could spot the short stature of Varric Tethras sitting at a table with a crowd around him- more than likely, he was telling an over-exaggerated tell about you. Probably something along the lines of "and then Lavellan slew a bear single-handedly with his eyes closed."

You chuckled at the thought before something, in the corner of your eye caught your attention.

Turning your head, your breath caught in your throat at the sight before you.

There, leaning against the wall fidgeting nervously, was Cassandra Pentaghast. Her athletic build was squeezed into a slim, open-legged, black dress. The long braid she'd normally have pinned to her head was now let-loose to flow down her backside.

You must've been staring as she turned and caught your eye. She offered a small smile before wading her way through the crowd and over to your side.

"Some party Vivienne has decided to throw, huh?" Her thick accent flowed through your pointed ears as her dark chocolate-colored eye's met yours.

"Haha, yeah. But I'm not really one for these types of things...." you shrugged as your gaze nervously moved away from her.

"I...can relate," she admitted. "I only came because Viv insisted that I wear this dress," she gestured down to herself.

"Vivie does have divine taste's. You look wonderful, Cassandra." This time you met her gaze. She needed to see that you were telling her the truth and not just trying to be nice in hopes of not offending her.

Cas' face instantly burned red at the unexpected compliment just as the band, that was previously playing something light and soft, kicked up the beat to some soft Jazz-swing music.

"Hey," you caught her attention again. "Would you like to dance?"

"N-No! No...I can't, really, I'm a horrible dancer."

"Awe common, Cassie, you can't be that bad." You held out your hand for her to take, "I'll lead."

Hesitantly, and mush to your surprise, she took your hand.

You started off with the simple one step forward two step's back as you guided her with your right hand on her hip and the left one holding her's.

At first, the ravenette was tense in your hold and kept stumbling over her own feet. But with soft-spoken words of encouragement and gentle eyes locked to her's in reassurance. You physically felt the muscle's in her back relax and her stronghold your hand and shoulder loosen.

And before you knew it, there was a small circle gathered around the two of you clapping to the beat, and Cassandra was smiling brightly than the sun.

And as the song mellowed out and your dance came to an end Cassandra pulled you into a kiss.

"Thank you, Lavellan, I didn't know you had such a good rhythm."

"If you think that's good rhythm then you should come up to my room tonight," you sent her a goofy wink- to which she rolled her eyes at.

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[divine-donna]

knight in shining armor

pairing: cullen rutherford x gender neutral! reader

premise: a royal au, featuring cullen as a member of your royal guard.

♡ cullen rutherford, your knight in shining armor since you were young. a righteous boy who grew up into a righteous man, protecting you from dangers beyond the walls of your castle and imperial spies.

♡ cullen rutherford, who was brash and outspoken, who would talk back to his superiors for interacting with royalty when he himself was nothing more than a peasant.

♡ cullen rutherford, a boy punished for rumors untrue.

♡ cullen rutherford, who became a knight and popular amongst your kingdom subjects.

♡ cullen rutherford, who became a hero in the war against an imposing empire that threatened to swallow your country whole. you were a hero strategist and he the heroic knight-commander.

♡ cullen rutherford, who gained a promotion from your father. “any position.” he said. it almost seemed too good to be true.

♡ cullen rutherford, who asked to be part of the royal guard. “nothing would bring me more honor than to protect you and your family, your greatness.”

♡ cullen rutherford, who also got a mabari with his promotion. he was more than ecstatic considering that he’s wanted once since he was a kid.

♡ cullen rutherford, who learns it was you who got him the mabari hound he’s wanted. your act of generosity would not go unnoticed.

♡ cullen rutherford, who participated in many tourneys representing himself. his experience gave him the upperhand against the nobles who had never even stepped foot on a battlefield.

♡ cullen rutherford, who asks for your favor. you smile cheekily and toss him the wreath of flowers. “may the maker smile upon you today.” he notices the wreath has daisies woven within it.

♡ cullen rutherford, who is assigned by your father to watch over you personally especially during the treaty signings. maker forbid something happened to you, the heir to the kingdom.

♡ cullen rutherford, who finds his love for you deepening, a love that has been building since he was a child and saw you all those years ago. he can’t help the smile that continues to form on his face. leliana and josephine are always pointing out his lovesick grin when you’re around.

♡ cullen rutherford, who continues to polish his chess skills. it drives you a little stir crazy that he has only beaten you. 10 to 0 is the current score. you’re determined to win at least one game.

♡ cullen rutherford, who finds you reading up on chess strategies and asking other people that have played him for advice on how to win. it amuses him and he decides to leave you alone.

♡ cullen rutherford, a man who feels pride when you finally beat him. you outmaneuvered him in almost every way. it was a little scary actually how you beat him.

♡ cullen rutherford, who meets you in the gardens at night. it’s just the two of you. alone. no one around. he could hear nothing but your breathing and his own and the gentle hum of insects.

♡ cullen rutherford, a boy who grew into a handsome man. the scar adorning his face added a charm to him. and his eyes were warm, gentle, inviting.

♡ cullen rutherford, whose touch put you at ease and made your skin flush. your heart would pound against your rib cage and it threatened to burst from your chest.

♡ cullen rutherford, who felt like forbidden fruit. you should be dallying someone of your status, someone born into nobility and with titles and lands. he was a man with neither (outside of his current titles, of course).

♡ cullen rutherford, who cupped your face gently. the two of you were so close. so very close. if you moved further just a little...

♡ cullen rutherford, a man surprised when he felt your lips against his. he suddenly couldn’t move, body frozen. he had become putty in your hands, maleable by your will.

♡ cullen rutherford, who kissed you back with such fervor that it felt like you were about to explode. with happiness of course.

♡ cullen rutherford, your lover. a secret affair you had to have. and sure, were you breaking your promise to your father to marry someone adequate? yes. but you knew what you felt and it would never be with any of the nobles that send proposals every day.

♡ cullen rutherford, who is content to be your lover in the shadows of the night. you were his liege. he wanted nothing to happen to you. he understood the responsibility on your shoulder.

♡ cullen rutherford, who always deflects from the rumors and questions surrounding him and his liege. people are talking. it wouldn’t be long before such whispers reached the greater nobility.

♡ cullen rutherford, who is surprised at your forwardness and openness during your name day ball. you ask him for a dance. openly. in front of all the suitors that had lined themselves up for you.

♡ cullen rutherford, who takes your hand and ignores the looks being sent his way, ignores the hushed whispers behind elegant masks and large hand fans.

♡ cullen rutherford, who utterly melts when you whisper to him, “i love you.”

♡ cullen rutherford, a man interrogated by your father because of the rumors of his liaison you. he gives vague answers that only further frustrate your father.

♡ cullen rutherford, a man saved when you enter the room and give your father clear answers. you are firm on your stance and on your love for cullen. he feels flutters in his heart watching you argue with your father. it appears you had become his knight in shining armor.

♡ cullen rutherford, a heroic knight-commander promoted to a member of the royal guard and now, your husband. he says his vows with enthusiasm and love. his whole body shakes with enthusiasm as he says, “i do.”

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