#modern!thedas roommates au

[contreparry]

hello and happy friday! maybe "so, what would you be? if you had to power to change all the things making you unhappy, what would your life look like?" from the yearning prompt list? uwu

You know what I haven't written in a bit? The Fenders roommates AU. So here's some pre-Fenders roommates for @dadrunkwriting!

Anders had grown fond of their Thursday night hangouts. When the weather was good, as it was now, they opened the door to the balcony, sat in the cheap plastic lawn chairs, and looked out over the bay while they drank whatever was stocked in the liquor cabinet or fridge. Occasionally Pounce joined them to nibble at the cat grass growing in a pot, but usually it was just the two of them watching the sea with drinks in hand. Sometimes they talked. Sometimes they didn't.

It was the companionship that mattered, really. The knowledge that Fenris was around did wonders for Anders' psyche. It was comforting to have Fenris sleeping down the hall, or to hear him cursing up a storm in the kitchen as the smell of fresh herbs and fried garlic filled the air. It was pleasant to turn a corner and see Fenris flick a cat toy towards Pounce's paws to play with him. And Anders couldn't deny the thrill that ran through him whenever he happened to catch Fenris fully relaxed- thumbing through a book, watering the plants on the balcony, stretching in the living room while wearing those leggings-

It was the companionship that mattered, that was all, but Anders couldn't deny that there was something special about Fenris' company.

"I can hear your brain overheating, Anders," Fenris remarked dryly, and he reached out with his foot to nudge Anders' shin. Footsie. Almost footsie, Anders corrected, and he took a swig of his drink. It was some sort of fruity cocktail concoction that Fenris insisted he try- an experiment for the summer menu at Isabela's. It was sweet. He could barely taste the alcohol.

"My brain is fine," Anders said. "Just... thinking."

"Is it something you can share, or would you rather ruminate on it for longer?" Fenris asked. His eyes were sparkling- or maybe that was just the setting sun. Fenris had nice eyes: big and olive green and surrounded by ridiculously long lashes- puppy dog eyes, Merrill called them, and she was (damnably) right.

"Mmmm," Anders weighed the pros and cons carefully before taking another sip. Fuck it. Why not?

"Just thinking that I enjoy your company. That's all," Anders said. It felt far too simple, considering the enormity of his... his gratitude, in truth. But it honest, and Anders was so careful about his honesty. You had to trust people when you wished to be honest, and trust was hard to come by. But with Fenris... Fenris was reliable. A pain in the ass and stubborn to a fault, but Anders knew him now. Fenris was honest and clever and noble, and he would always find a way to help his friends, even if he grumbled and complained all the while. Fenris made for good company, and Anders liked him, damn it!

Damn it.

"I wonder how painful it was for you to admit that," Fenris observed, a smug little smile playing at his mouth. "Considering how you required liquid courage to say those words aloud." The little swagger that pride and self-satisfaction gave Fenris was rather appealing. A confident Fenris was a delight. It was a shame that it was such a rare thing, and something in Anders cracked. Fenris was a delight, a bright, burning, almost unbearable delight, and though Anders didn't ask much about his past (a mutual agreement to respect pain and secrets) he knew that it was not pleasant. He knew that someone tried to snuff that light, that fire, out, and it made Anders want to set something ablaze.

"Not as painful as you might think," Anders replied. "Might I ask you a question?"

"Ask," Fenris said (with all the noble grace of a lordling speaking to his subject, Anders noted with a thrill of delight).

"So, what would you be? if you had to power to change all the things making you unhappy, what would your life look like?" Anders asked. Blunt. He was forever blunt when it came to Fenris. Were it anyone else he would try to be subtle. He would try flattery, try to bring about his thoughts and queries in an organic, meandering fashion. But this was Fenris, and Fenris deserved the upfront. He deserved honesty. He was someone who appreciated and valued the blunt just as he valued the delicate.

"An interesting question," Fenris murmured. He swirled the cocktail in his slim glass, and held it up to the setting sun as if he were toasting it. Then he knocked the entire thing back and set the empty glass down on the arm of the lawn chair.

"I would rid myself of my fear of magic. From there-" Fenris bit his lip and cast his gaze aside. "... I could learn to live again, if I could do that. It would make life a great deal simpler if I could be rid of this fear."

The honesty wasn't a surprise. Fenris was an honest person. It was the fact that he shared that honesty with Anders that shook him. He could have been knocked over with a feather. Fenris would have never admitted to being afraid of Mages or magic only mere months ago, but now... now was different. Fenris' honesty was precious, and Anders was going to hold onto it with all the care it deserved.

"I think you've made excellent progress. You don't even bristle at me when I boil water with magic anymore!" Anders said, keeping his tone bright. "Data point of one and all, but you do live with a Mage. That's progress, don't you think?"

"The power outage was a reminder of the usefulness of magic," Fenris admitted, and he held up his empty glass and nodded towards Anders' own. "More?"

"More," Anders agreed, and he got up, wincing when his knees cracked in protest. "If I were younger I'd ask you to make it stronger, but..."

"A light pour of gin, then," Fenris snorted. "Or none at all."

"So considerate. That's why I like you," Anders replied, and he hoped that Fenris didn't look any further into the comment. That was the only problem with living with Fenris: his honesty rubbed off on those around him, and Anders found his own tongue wagging when it ought not to. Companionship was all that truly mattered, Anders reminded himself as he followed Fenris inside. He didn't need anything more.

But damn him if he didn't want for everything.

[thedragonagebigbang]

time will change you

Written by: Slothpoe Illustrated by: Tiira

Rating: Explicit Content Warnings: Canon-typical homophobia/transphobia, alcohol use Fandom(s): Dragon Age Inquisition Major Pairing(s)/Character(s): Dorian Pavus/The Iron Bull

Dorian is a graduate student on summer break who meets the Iron Bull while looking for a quick hook-up. After one amazing night, they go their separate ways until Dorian finds himself in desperate need of a roommate with Bull as his only option. (Modern Thedas AU, Dorian and Bull are Both Trans AU.)

More from Slothpoe: @slothpoe | ao3 More from Tiira: @tiiracotta

Full art by Tiira:

[fereldanwench]

Writing Tropes Tag Game

Tagged by the wonderful @wanderingaldecaldo--Thank you, bb! 💙

Rules: Choose one, both or none of the following tropes!

Key:

Bold - yay

Strikethrough - nay

plain - ambivalent

italic - there is a caveat upon which I will elaborate

slow burn or love at first sight // fake dating or secret dating // enemies to lovers or best friends to lovers // oh no there’s only one bed or long-distance correspondence // hurt-comfort or amnesia // fantasy au or modern au // mutual pining or domestic bliss // canon-compliant or fix-it // reincarnation or character death // one-shot or multi-chapter // kid fic or road trip fic // arranged marriage or accidental marriage // high school romance or middle-aged romance // time travel or isolated together // neighbors or roommates // sci-fi au or magic au // body swap or gender bend // angst or crack // apocalyptic or mundane

Caveats:

All the AUs: I've actually never been interested in AUs until Goro and Valerie. Typically, I enjoy creating with characters in the world in which they were intended to exist and pulling them totally out of that world loses something for me. And even with the little dabbling I've done for them in Dragon Age, for instance, I get very fixated on finding parallels between Thedas and Night City. So, I guess I am as equally interested as I am disinterested in the possibilities of any kind of alternate universe.

Domestic Bliss: I absolutely love soft, quiet home moments between characters, especially giving people who've had hard, dangerous lives some peace, but anything with getting pregnant or having children being a part of that narrative/scenario is frankly very distressing to me and would only be treated as such if I ever wrote it, which I probably wouldn't. (And I realize that probably sounds really melodramatic, but I'm probably underselling it, honestly. Even just thinking about it to write this is lowkey making me want to crawl out of my skin. ANYWAY)

Canon-compliant/Fix-it: I also like working within the constraints of canon, but I am not a canon purist by any means. I think how I decided the whole Mikoshi thing goes down for Valerie probably a great example of how I navigate canon: Like, okay, fine, she couldn't be totally fixed after the Relic was removed, but she will absolutely still be getting a new body and have her second chance at life (with Goro).

Arranged marriage: This is one I enjoy more as a reader than as a writer, but I wouldn't be opposed to exploring it under the right circumstances.

Angst: I don't like pure angst, especially if it's unresolved. I need that angst/fluff or hurt/comfort balance.

Crack: Another one I like more as a reader than a writer.

Tagging: @theharlotofferelden, @halsin, @morganlefaye79, @corphoe, @gloryride, and @sarahawke 💙

Clean template under the cut:

slow burn or love at first sight // fake dating or secret dating // enemies to lovers or best friends to lovers // oh no there’s only one bed or long-distance correspondence // hurt-comfort or amnesia // fantasy au or modern au // mutual pining or domestic bliss // canon-compliant or fix-it // reincarnation or character death // one-shot or multi-chapter // kid fic or road trip fic // arranged marriage or accidental marriage // high school romance or middle-aged romance // time travel or isolated together // neighbors or roommates // sci-fi au or magic au // body swap or gender bend // angst or crack // apocalyptic or mundane

[amarmeme]

I've been drafting lately. Focusing on a four-part, modern Thedas found family AU.

All of the Inquisitors exist, five in total (two Trevelyans). They are roommates, and highly co-dependent. It's a mixed bag of tropes with each story fixed on one ship, but with background hints and elements woven throughout the other pairings.

Inquisitive:

Evelyn Trevelyan has a history of bad relationships. Her closest friends say she's emotionally inept, but she's certain her exes just weren't the right fit. An alluring stranger at The Hanged Man catches her eye though, and for a moment she feels hopeful before making a truly embarrassing mistake and ruins the first impression. Saved by an unfortunate and seemingly sinister work crisis, Evelyn heads out of town determined to forget romance. Unfortunately, the detective her boss hired to work alongside her is none other than the man at the bar: Knight-Detective Rylen MacClacher.

Will she be able to live down her mistakes and work together with Rylen to solve the poisoning of her company's well?

Carta Queen:

After a crazy one-night stand at The Hanged Man, Melly Cadash decides to keep the identity of her unexpected paramour secret, even from her friends. No one would believe the Viscount of Kirkwall would sleep with a broke, unemployed former Carta member. But then Varric Tethras asks to see her again and again, seemingly in secret, until someone vindictive on the internet places them together. After a post goes viral on Thedasapp, Melly has to come clean about who she really is to a man who could actually press charges against the crimes of her past.

With the comments of thousands eating at her, Melly starts to doubt what such a powerful figure would see in her anyway.

Friends Without Benefits

Mal Adaar and Hish Lavellan have always been best friends, even in their highly insular group of five. Trouble is, Hish has wanted Mal since the moment they met and much to her frustration, he's been oblivious to her in that way. Practically night after night, Mal hosts a new bed partner and is not ashamed to admit it. When sharing a rather thin wall becomes too much for her to bear, Hish escapes to a hideout on the Wounded Coast to decide whether she should make a move or move on.

Mal has wanted to fuck Hish since the moment they met, but she has given him zero signals along the way. She's his favorite person though, and he's sure he'd mess things up beyond repair if they slept together. So, he keeps things open and casual with pretty much any person he meets. After sensing something is off with his bestie, he plans a road trip to cheer her up, only to discover she's fled altogether.

Once they find each other again, will they be honest with one another? Or will they keep their insecurities as walls between them?

Only Time Will Heal

They've all noticed he's been missing, but Edward can't tell his best friends and roommates what he's been up to or where he's gone. As the unofficial "fixer" in his noble family, a lot of responsibilities fall on Edward that most people don't understand. When the Trevelyans threaten to destroy themselves yet again, Edward seeks out the services of a mediator in Orlais to resolve the family squabble. Sidney Caron helps solve the problem with aplomb, but Edward can't make himself leave Val Royeaux without running into her again. After a date with Sidney goes perfectly right then disastrously wrong, Edward realizes his patience and protective nature will be tested like never before.

She's more than worth the wait, but as a hands-on problem-solver, will Edward be able to give her the space she needs to meet him halfway?

[other-cullen-ficrecs]

MLM!Cullen Fic Rec List

Inspired by this post. Here is my fic rec list of some of my favorite fics with queer Cullen. Happy Pride :)  🏳️‍🌈 🏳️‍🌈 🏳️‍🌈

Cullen/Dorian

Only True in Fairy Tales by Dragonflies_and_Katydids

Summary:  In which Dorian is a special forces operative, Bull is his partner, and Cullen is the guy they're sent to rescue. Hijinks ensue. // Words: 110150

Modern AU. Dragonflies_and_Katydids makes me read the weirdest stuff. But their work is always captivating. The more ridiculous set up the better outcome, I promise. This one is both ridiculous and absolutely perfect. And somehow one of the very few modern au fics in which Cullen's lyrium addiction is well transfered without making it literal.

Fashionably Late by tsurai

For the tumblr prompt: Cullen/Dorian Soulmates AU? <3 "Maker’s breath, this is absolutely the worst timing, he thinks distantly." // Words: 1038

This is but a tiny thing but I'm a sucker for a soulmate AU. Would I love it more if it was 150,000 words? Yes. But I'm just greedy.

COLD HANDS, WARM HEART by spicyshimmy, stonelions

Summary: Cullen and Dorian's friendship deepens. Cullen is a romantic. Dorian is literally cold. Cullen is no longer certain what he would consider surprising. Mages and Templars working in perfect cooperation, perhaps. Evil and corruption disappearing into the ground along with the blight, blood magic falling so far out of favor it ceased to be. A united Thedas: that would be a surprise. // Words: 25369

I think this is most recced Cullrian fic and for a good reason. Slow burn, drama, all the delights. 

Light In This Darken'd Time Breaks by RamonaDecember

Summary: Cullen wouldn't say he hates mages, not anymore, but he can't see himself ever trusting one again. Dorian is no exception. The mage is off-color, self-important, and all together too much for Cullen to deal with. So why is it that every time Cullen is at his lowest, Dorian seems to be the only person by his side? // Words: 121289

Slow burn with 121289 words, what more do you want?

Cullen/Bull

Jump In by Dragonflies_and_Katydids

Summary: In which Cullen is almost terminally awkward, Bull and Dorian are literally brothers (because why not?), and Bull tries really hard to be good. Or: In which Dorian tries to set up his brother and his roommate, if he can avoid killing them for being so clueless. (You might get cavities from reading it. Don't say I didn't warn you.) // Words: 33700

What did I say about Dragonflies_and_Katydids and ridiculous premises? But if you're as delighted with awkward Cullen as am I - enjoy.

Dragons from Stars in an Empty Sky by Midna_Ronoa

Summary: The one in which Bull takes Cullen dragon-hunting. // Words: 10423

Fluff and smut and dragons!

Stuck on the Puzzle by thespectaclesofthor

Summary: Once, back in Kirkwall, Cullen had an arrangement with a member of the city guard that satisfied his needs. But time changed all things, and he despaired of ever finding a similar arrangement again - that was, until he met The Iron Bull. Problem being that Bull seemed to care far more about sorting out the nitty-gritty of such an arrangement than Cullen ever has. // Words: 235586

No fic rec lists that can involve Bullen canot do without Stuck on the Puzzle. If you haven't read it - please give it a try. As far as I'm concerned - the best fic in the fandom. And definately one of the best fics in general. <3

Cullen/Dorian/Bull

Exit Light by Dragonflies_and_Katydids

Summary: In which Cullen is suicidally depressed, Dorian is a high-functioning alcoholic, and Bull just wants them both to be happy, except when he wants to crack their heads together for being emotionally stunted idiots. // Words: 77427

This premise is actually very close to canon, compared to some other stories by the same author recced here. The angst? Delightful. The smut? Delicious. The exploration of issues? Delectable! Cheff kisses all around.

to burn cool and collected by toomanyhometowns

Summary: Dorian hums. "Here is the function of the spell: Upon invocationne, ye caster's spyryt shal sterte to ye form of whomsoever mofte recently achieved releafe by hys hande." He taps the page in punctuation and looks back up. "And then there's a lot of text about the vast joys we may experience together, et cetera, et cetera." // Words: 16121

Ok, this list shows more than anything that my main delight is issues and angst wrapped in with porn. Anyway - cracky premise (body swap!), and angsty, sexy outcome.

Hold by queeniegalore

Summary: Everyone knows Cullen doesn't trust magic. But he trusts Dorian and Bull, so maybe they can make this work. // Words: 6654

Issues? Trauma? Kink? I'm a one trick pony when it comes to recs.

Cullen/Cole

Okay now that we’ve gotten the obvious out, let’s enjoy the trully unexpected enjoyment.

Into The Light (Cole/Cullen Ficlets) by Sinister_Kid

Summary: A series of what I hope are tasteful Cole/Cullen fics that don't exploit or overly sexualize Cole's developing character. Based on a prompt I filled out of boredom in which I imagined the spirit actually hearing someone's pain like a physical noise in his ears that caused discomfort. Explores the option of making Cole more human, with my own original take on how that affects him as a character, and depicts Cole developing romantic feelings for the Commander as he discovers what it means to be human. // Words: 20454

I admit I don't often read Cole shippy fics but this one stays true to the info in the summary and it is careful and tasteful. Also Cullen learning to speak with Cole properly - <333

Cullen/Varric

Verse & Volley Triptych by boycoffin

Summary: POSSIBLE TITLES: This Shit Was Even Weirder: A Surprisingly Not-Doomed Romance In The Shadow of the Apocalypse The Commander and the Rogue already taken, Antivan maritime smut with an elf girl in it How The Hell I Ended Up With That Guy: A Tale for The People Who Keep Asking Me About It In Bars The Short and Curlies that's just terrible Love Among the tropey garbage A Tale of Two Names pretentious and unclear The Penman's Paramour Memoirs of a Moron (That He's Going to Regret Publishing and Will Never Hear The End Of for As Long As He Lives) // Words: 133354

One of the very few fics in which I can not only accept but love 1st person POV. Crack. Slow-burn. Pennames. Lovable OCs. DELICIOUS. Also a fic that made me start this blog, so love all around.

Cullen/Krem

Last but not least, my delightful fave (maybe, possibly, probably) and involving a shameless self-plug because it’s the month of pride.

Swordplay by orphan_account

Summary: The Bull's Chargers are undisciplined, untested, and unprofessional; but Cullen can't stop thinking about their lieutenant. // Words: 3910

I have a soft spot for whoever Krem being shipped with not knowing he's trans at first. But also oblivious, pining Cullen <3

If you have been starving, a creature of bone by missivesfromghosts

Summary: Cullen is content with where he is. He has a life and a purpose. He’s doing the Maker’s work and he’s cut the Chantry’s leash on him. He barely thinks about the fact that he’s trans anymore. The last person who knew he was born anything different, barring his sister Mia, died during the Blight. This works for him. That is, until he starts falling for Krem. // Words: 769

A tiny thing but I have a soft spot for the idea. Also what's better than a ship with trans character? A ship with two trans characters. Keep that in mind for further recs actually.

Sweet, Merciful Andraste by Tainaron

Summary: PWP. Honestly, Cullen should invest in walls and a ceiling that don't have holes if he's going to keep having such loud sex. Pure, unapologetic smut between trans men who love each other. // Words: 4187

¯\_(ツ)_/¯  What more do you want from me? Sometimes porn is just porn. Enjoy.

Champions of the Just by Tainaron

Summary: En route to Griffin Wing Keep before the battle of Adamant, Cullen falls prey to an injury that reveals a shameful secret about his trauma with magic. As Cullen struggles with his past, his duty to the Inquisition, and his love life, he becomes increasingly uncertain if he’s the target of an assassination attempt or just his own personal demons. // Words: 67885

Well, I also have some plottier and angstier fics in my rec disposal. This one actually explores the problems Krem and Cullen could encounter in their relationship and all within the canon plot line. Plus bonus points of Cullen actually interacting with other Chargers.

cabbage: a love story by psikeval

Summary: Krem’s grin fades into a quiet smirk, his eyes warm and amused, and Cullen does not forget how to move his legs because he is a grown man, a leader of soldiers, commander of the Inquisition’s army. He breaks the silence by coughing loudly, because he is also an imbecile. // Words: 18932

Creme de la creme of Krem/Cullen fics <3 Fluff, crack, porn <3 This delightful series has it all! 

[onesparrow]

Patio Pianos & Musical Bees

A quick drabble for @faslaidir, who I hope has a better day today. :) Based on this amazing video she sent me. 

Modern AU, Kate/Ari with roommate Cullen. PG for people being in their underwear.

Finally, her shift is over. Kate sits down in the locker room, tempted to take a quick nap on the bench before heading home, but is distracted by her phone going off in her locker. She fishes it out, and finds a text from Ari; I’d know if I were allergic to bees by this point, right?

Kate looks up from her phone and straight at the wall, weighing her options. One, she ignores Ari’s cryptic text, goes home to sleep, and hope she doesn’t get a frantic call from Attis because it turns out that yes, she is allergic to bees afterall. Two, she goes to Ari’s place, gets her away from the bees, and goes to sleep. She really doesn’t want to have to go deal with bees after a fucking 18 hour shift, but she also hasn’t gone grocery shopping in over a week and Ari at the very least will make her a sandwich when she wakes up.

Kate sighs, rubs her face, and severely questions her life choices as she gathers up her things.

Out of all the things she was expecting to see when she opened the front door, it was definitely not this. Cullen, who looks like he’s been awake for roughly ten minutes, is standing in the middle of the living room in his underwear, a sword in one hand and a shield in the other, loudly arguing with Ari, who is holding an armful of weapons. Kate drops her keys in the bowl, unnoticed by the pair, and wonders if she fell asleep on the bus again.

“How did this happen?!” Ari parrots back, shoving another sword at Cullen, “Oh you know, life is normal, I just wake up and have to move your many swords because there are bees coming out of the patio piano on which you store them!!”

Cullen looks affronted, and is about to protest when he gets a third sword shoved into his grip. He frowns down at it, forgetting whatever he was about to say.

“These swords and the shield is mine, but this one isn’t.”

Ari looks at the sword she’s just pushed into his hands, and Kate decides that she is not awake enough for whatever is happening and slowly makes her way around the edge of the room.

“Okay, that sword is mine and so are all the daggers that were taped to the bottom so I guess I have to take some fault here,” Kate notices that Ari does, in fact, have several daggers shoved down the sides of her shorts, and does not question how the pants are staying up and how Ari isn’t bleeding yet.

“Why did you have daggers taped to the bottom of the patio piano?!” Cullen asks, looking vaguely horrified. Kate shares his sentiment, but is fairly certain he can’t judge, considering he was storing swords on the top of it.

Ari ignores him, and continues speaking. Kate turns the corner, heading straight for the bathroom where she can take a hot shower and ignore whatever the fuck those two are shouting about. She doesn’t even want to start with the bees.

“This staff is also mine but I’m not taking credit for whatever the fuck this is,” she hears Ari say as she shuts the door.

She’s curled up in Ari’s bed, showered and moments from falling asleep, when the bed moves and Ari curls up around her.

“…bees?” Kate asks sleepily, vaguely wanting to know if she should be concerned about a swarm of them suddenly showing up.

“You know, just the piano bees. It’s not a big deal. We’re not worried about it,” Ari says. “We’ll teach them Chopin. What good is a piano full of actual bees if they don’t even know how to play?”

Kate cracks open an eye so she can glower at Ari. If she doesn’t get a sandwich when she wakes up, she’s going to be pissed.

“What the fuck kind of roommate did you even get?” Kate grumbles into her collarbone before she falls asleep, “Fucking swords and piano bees.”

[a-shakespearean-in-paris]

Another chapter of smut :D

Chapters: 30/? Fandom: Dragon Age (Video Games), Dragon Age - All Media Types, Dragon Age: Inquisition Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Cullen Rutherford/Female Trevelyan, Female Inquisitor/Cullen Rutherford, Female Mage Trevelyan/ Cullen Rutherford Characters: Female Trevelyan, Cullen Rutherford, Cullen Rutherford's Family, Cullen Rutherford's Mabari, Delrin Barris, Rylen (Dragon Age), Meredith Stannard, Raleigh Samson, Original Male Character(s), Mia Rutherford, Rosalie Rutherford, Branson Rutherford, Cullen Rutherford's Parents, Female Inquisitor (Dragon Age), Cassandra Pentaghast, Josephine Montilyet Additional Tags: Modern AU, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - College/University, Mages and Templars, Lyrium Withdrawal, Road Trips, Fake/Pretend Relationship, Fake Dating, Awkward Flirting, Slow Burn, Sexual Content, Family Reunions, Modern Thedas, Meet the Family, Sharing a Bed, Banter, Found Family, and they were ROOMMATES, Dogs, Sexual Fantasy, screwball comedy, Alternate Universe - Romantic Comedy, Romantic Comedy, Marriage of Convenience, Fluff and Smut, Eventual Smut, Body Worship Summary:

After a few missed opportunities, Lydia wants to use her new blank slate for some good.

After royally screwing up, Cullen just wants to breeze through existence with his new dog.

But when Cullen tells the fib that his new roommate Lydia is his new girlfriend, Lydia realizes she has nothing better to do over the summer and decides to go with it, anyway he wants it. However, no one told her "just going with it" would result in a mishap laden road trip, awkward family reunions, and those pesky things called "feelings."

A love story set in modern Thedas.

[ao3feed-cullistair]

by Lostinfantasies38

Alistair needs a roommate and Eowyn Tabris has the perfect person in mind. Enter Cullen Rutherford, a friend from law school recently moved to Denerim.

Cullen has harbored a secret crush on Eowyn's "brother" for years, though they've never met. He believes he's done a decent job of hiding it, but Eowyn isn't stupid. And thanks to Alistair, she has the perfect opportunity to get them together. Of course, none of her scheming will work if they can't see what's right in front of them.

Bets have been placed, fingers are crossed, but it seems like there may not be hope for these idiots after all. It will take an act of the Maker to get them together.

Words: 5023, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Dragon Age (Video Games), Dragon Age - All Media Types

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Alistair (Dragon Age), Cullen Rutherford, Female Tabris (Dragon Age), Zevran Arainai, Rylen (Dragon Age), Lace Harding, Leliana (Dragon Age), Mia Rutherford

Relationships: Alistair/Cullen Rutherford

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Modern Thedas, Professor!Alistair, Lawyer!Cullen, roommate au, quarantine au, Secret Crush, Instant Attraction, Everyone Is Trying To Hook Them Up, Bets Have Been Placed, Friends Are Screaming in Frustration, So is the author, idiots to lovers, Eventual Smut, Eventual Fluff, Eventual Romance, Explicit Language, Explicit Sexual Content, Not a Slow Burn But Not a Flash Fire Either, men kissing, Men Crying, Falling In Love, When They Fall They Fall Fast, I Will Go Down With This Ship

[blarrghe]

Thanks to christmasfic there has been a prequel summer roadtrip fic where Sera, Taren's college roommate, travels across the country (or several countries? Modern au thedas can be both fantasy Canada and fantasy Europe at once, I guess) with him having wacky adventures and meeting various da side characters, eventually landing in Taren's home town where she meets Dagna, decides to drop out of school, and stays forever, brewing in my brain and I think maybe seasonal modern aus are just what I'm gonna do now.

[jchb32273]

L💖VE Yourself Challenge

Tagged by @cullenlovesmen  Thanks!!

Rules: It’s time to love yourselves! Choose your 5 favorite works you created in the past year (fics, art, music, edits, etc.) and link them below to reflect on the amazing things you brought into the world. Tag as many writers/artists/etc. as you want (fan or original) so we can spread the love and link each other to awesome works!

Well, I haven’t written as much as some FF writers here... mostly b/c I was mainly focused on my LongFic (which is still going... even though an update is long overdue...) SO! I guess I’ll start with that one!

1. Kylara's Origins - Holy crows! I just realized that this behemoth of a Fic is now almost 2 years old!! (May 13th 2020 will mark the anniversary) What started as a pet project during Alistair Appreciation Week 2018 (which, I feel we need to have another...someday! Alibear always deserves love!) has become a massive piece of Fanfiction at 368120 words (and counting!) Please don’t let its size scare you away -- it will be coming to its closure soon. I am currently finishing writing the Dalish/Werewolf arc... and will soon be moving onto the Landsmeet... then onto the Final Battle! What will happen to Kylara and Alistair? Will they get to stay together? Hopefully you will continue to read and find out! 🥰 

There are sequels planned as well for Kylara! I will cover the DAA story arc with her. DAII will be Garrett Hawke’s story, naturally, but Kylara will have some cameo appearances! She and Garrett are cousins, afterall! As for my DAI Fic... I really want to avoid spoilers! 🤫 Kylara will be there... but she is NOT the Quizzy! I won’t say any more! 

2. 14-Day DA Lover’s Prompts - A series of prompts that were given to write short stories between Feb 1st and 14th. While I didn’t finish on time, I did FINISH them, so for that I am happy! While I did have some stories with Kylara and Alistair, this time I wrote many other ‘ships, experimenting to see if I could venture from my “comfort zone” of Ali and Ky (however, they will always be my babies, no matter what! 🤗) In here, I also featured stories written for some of really awesome friends. I wrote a Cullbastian short for @cullenlovesmen. There is also a story dedicated to my super-awesome friend @andrastini (featuring art by the amazingly talented @ambellinaleander), and a short Culistair Kiss dedicated to the always wonderful @aurlyn! All in all, I was happy how these shorts turned out!

3. Camping Chaos - A short that was written for Fictober 2018. I never did complete that 31 day challenge... but this little one shot that came of it was fun and enjoyable to write! Set in a modern AU Thedas where Alistair and Cullen are college roommates, the two go on a camping trip that goes anything but smoothly!

Speaking of Fictober... 

4. Fictober 2019 - Another Fictober that I didn’t finish... BUT I WILL! 🤞 Even though it is months past the deadline, I have become quite attached to this series of shorts. Fictober is meant to be short one-shots created with prompts... but the list that was given that year actually inspired me to make it a continuous story! Yes, they can be read as separate, but each story does link on to the next. It is Alistair and Kylara... but this time set in a modern Thedas, where the entire DA gang are all in college together! I finished Day 19 not that long ago... and once I get the next chapter of my LongFic up, I will contnue to write more for this Fictober... until I finish it! 

and last but definitely not least!!

5. Seduction Aboard The Siren - The most Explicit story I have ever written! We all know in DAO that if you flirt with Isabela in the Pearl you can (under the right circumstances) have a threesome (or even a foursome!) with the lusty pirate. Except all you get in the game is a fade-to-black screen. So I took it upon myself to write what really went down on board The Siren! 💋💋💋

Well there you go. I have a few other things I’ve written, but these are my current favorites. If you’d like to join in, I guess I’ll tag @captain-savvy @anjelica-grey @samusdraws @angels767 @allenvooreef @cccrystalclear @elfrooted @aurlyn @froschkuss @ambellinaleander @shepofshipsart @greendelle @mrnicholas @effelants @freethemages @out-of-the-embers @angelfolks and anyone else who wants to participate! (If you’ve already been tagged or posted something... sorry for the double-tag!)

[pikapeppa]

Fenris/f!Hawke modern AU: Damned Spot

@schoute and I were innocently discussing what careers our OTPs would have in modern times and SUDDENLY I WAS WRITING A FUCKING CRACK MODERN AU WHILE SHE PLANS TO DRAW THEM. Here, have this dumpster fire of garbage for @dadrunkwriting​ Friday.

In which Varric owns the Hanged Man, Hawke and @schoute​’s Piper Lavellan are bartenders, Fenris is the bouncer with a shady fucking past, and Cullen (not seen in this chapter) is a Good Guy Lawyer™. Oh my god I didn’t mean to start planning this into a longfic but it might become one

Read on AO3 instead, since Tumblr text posts on mobile now look like shit.

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“Hey, Hawke! The new bouncer is here,” Varric called.

Rynne looked up from her extremely fascinating task of wiping down the bar, and her eyebrows jumped so high they almost flew off her face.

The first thing she noticed about the new bouncer was the hair. The last time she’d seen hair that white was in the episode of Inuyasha she and Piper had been watching that morning.

The second thing she noticed was that the bouncer was probably the hottest guy she’d ever laid eyes on.

Varric patted the bouncer on the elbow. “Hawke, this is Fenris. Fenris, Hawke.”

Fenris gave her a curt unsmiling nod. Which naturally meant that Rynne couldn’t help but smile at him like a fool. She waved an expansive arm at the pub. “Welcome to the Hanged Man,” she announced. “Kirkwall’s finest alcohol-serving dump.”

“Hey, I resent that,” Varric protested. “You’re the one who begged me to hire you at this alcohol-serving dump.”

She leaned her elbows on the bar and winked at Varric. “Of course I did. This is the only alcohol-serving dump in the city that has karaoke.”

“Karaoke?” Fenris said.

Rynne stopped breathing for a split second. His voice. His voice. Maker’s balls, she’d never heard a voice that deep and growly and dripping with suspicion.

“Yeah, karaoke,” she said. She smirked at him. “Do you sing?”

He huffed in disdain and looked away from her. “Absolutely not.”

Ooh, he’s so cranky, she thought, with yet another surge of (probably ill-advised) interest. And so gorgeous, and with such a gorgeous voice…

She needed to hear him talk some more. She straightened up and jerked her head at the storeroom. “Piper is in the back room,” she told Varric. “She’ll want to meet our handsome new bouncer too, right?”

“Yeah, she will,” Varric said. He raised his eyebrows pointedly at her.

She shot him a wheedling smile and didn’t budge.

Varric stared at her for a moment longer, then sighed and headed toward the storeroom to fetch Piper. “You do know that I’m the boss of this place, right?” he called over his shoulder.

“Of course!” Rynne yelled after him. “The best boss in all of Thedas!”

Varric ruefully shook his head as he disappeared into the storeroom, and Rynne turned back to Fenris with a smile. “He really is a good boss,” she informed him. “Stick around for two months and you’ll get healthcare benefits. Best of all, he lets us try the really classy spirits and wine when the new shipments come in.”

Fenris met her eyes. “You carry wine at this bar?”

She raised an eyebrow. “Of course. How lowbrow do you think this place is?”

He glanced around the pub, with its low ceilings and its quirky decor of framed mugshots of celebrity criminals from across Thedas. The walls were painted a dark red, and the ceiling was black and the lighting was dim and warm, and Rynne loved it.

Fenris turned back to her and shrugged. “It’s… difficult for me to judge such things. I am not from Kirkwall.”

She leaned her elbows on the bar again. “I figured. That’s an interesting accent you’ve got there.” Not to mention an interestingly… cultivated way of speaking. It was unexpected in a bouncer, at least in Rynne’s experience.

“Mm,” he confirmed. He looked away again and said nothing more.

Rynne watched him curiously for a minute, then returned to wiping down the bar. She studied him surreptitiously as she worked, her curiosity only growing with every moment. Not only did he not sound like a bouncer, but he didn’t look like one either; he was of average height, less than half a foot taller than her, and his build was quite slim from what she could see through his plain black jacket and T-shirt. He held himself in a way that suggested he didn’t want to be looked at, which was odd as well, especially given his bright white hair and his striking tattoos.

At least Rynne thought they were tattoos. She couldn’t imagine what else those trailing white lines on his chin and neck could be.

Suddenly he looked at her and frowned. “What?”

She hastily shifted her gaze from his throat back to his eyes. “Nothing,” she said brightly. “Want a drink?”

He narrowed his eyes. “You would drink on the job?”

She huffed in amusement. “It’s just one drink. And there are no customers here yet.” She took down a bottle of tequila and poured herself a shot, then raised her eyebrows. “Besides, why do you care? Are you a policeman in disguise or something?”

He snorted. “I most certainly am not,” he said, much to Rynne’s interest. He paused and eyed the bottle of tequila, then nodded graciously. “I will have one. A small one. Thank you.”

“Such fine manners,” she purred as she poured him a scant shot. “I like that in a man.”

He shook his head and chuckled - the first sound of mirth she’d yet heard him make. “You speak your mind, I’ll give you that.”

I’ll give you a lot more than that, Rynne thought salaciously; her belly was buzzing with heat at the mere sound of his laugh. Then she bit her lip before the errant thought could slip out of her mouth. That might be a little too much for a first meeting, perhaps.

She raised her shot. “Cheers,” she said.

He raised his drink as well. “Benefaris,” he said, and he downed it smoothly.

Rynne swallowed her shot and raised her eyebrows with fresh surprise. “Was that Tevene I just heard?”

Fenris frowned again - very briefly this time, as though he was annoyed at himself instead of at her. “Yes,” he said reluctantly, and he folded his arms.

That was it. She had to know more. Carver was always telling her not to be so nosy, but this strange and handsome elf was just too intriguing.

She leaned her elbows on the bar again. “Come on, Fenris. What’s your story?” she asked.

He frowned more deeply, then glanced toward the storeroom. “There is no story,” he grunted.

Rynne settled her weight comfortably on one hip. “Of course there is. Everyone has a story. Some are just more interesting than others.” She lifted her chin in challenge. “I suspect yours is very interesting indeed.”

He eyed her in silence for a while, and she waited with bated breath for his reply.

Finally he spoke. “What about you, Hawke? What sort of a name is that?”

“Oh,” she said, then gave a little laugh as she straightened up. “It’s my family name. My first name is Rynne, but everyone calls me Hawke. Much to my brother’s chagrin, I can tell you. He would love to be ‘the’ Hawke in Kirkwall.” She placed her empty shot glass in the sink, then held out her hand for his. “What about you?”

He handed her the shot glass. “What about me?”

She shot him a chiding look. “What’s your family name?” she asked.

He suddenly shot her a piercing glare, and Rynne actually froze for a moment at the intensity of his expression.

His mild-and-surly manner was gone. There was an odd, dangerous kind of stillness about him now, almost as though he could lash out at the slightest provocation, and now Rynne understood how a man of his height and stature could be a bouncer. A person didn’t need to be packed with muscle to be terrifying.

They stared at each other for a loaded moment. When Fenris finally relaxed, Rynne exhaled as well.

He rested his palms on the bar, and Rynne noticed that those unusual white tattoos extended along the backs of his hands to the edge of his fingernails. “I don’t have a family name,” he said quietly.

“Sorry,” she said automatically. She wasn’t sure why she was apologizing; it wasn’t that odd to not have a family name, after all, especially for city elves. But for some reason, she felt like she should.

Or maybe she shouldn’t have. Fenris scowled at her, then looked away once more. “Don’t apologize. There’s nothing to feel sorry for.”

She swallowed hard. Then she smiled winningly at him. “Got it. I’ll never apologize to you again,” she said cheerfully. “Not even when I spit in your drinks by accident.”

He raised one eyebrow at her, and her heart gave a hopeful little thump at the slight smirk that curled the corner of his lips. “I did not realize it was possible to spit in a drink by accident.”

She shrugged casually. “You’ve got me. It’s not. Best make sure you don’t piss me off.” She tapped his knuckle playfully.

He instantly pulled his hands away and tucked them in his jacket pockets. Then Piper’s voice broke in. “Hey there! Is this our new recruit?” she asked brightly.

Rynne straightened and smiled at her best friend and roommate. “Pipes, this is Fenris. Fenris, this is Piper Lavellan, the second best bartender in all of Kirkwall.”

Piper gave her a rough shove. “Fuck off. You know I can pour faster than you.”

“I didn’t say ‘faster’. I said ‘better’,” Rynne corrected cockily, then cackled as Piper pinched her arm.

Fenris eyed them in silence until they settled down, then took a step back from the bar. “I should find Varric,” he said quietly. “Get oriented to my… role.” He nodded politely to Piper. “It is nice to meet you,” he said. Then he slid his eyes to Rynne.

He gazed at her in silence for a moment, and a funny little jolt of excitement trickled down her throat as she stared back at him. His irises were so fucking green. It was like a forest had come to life in his eyes. She wasn’t sure she’d ever seen such beautiful eyes.

He nodded once more, jolting her from her reverie. “Hawke,” he said. “Thank you for the drink.” He turned and made his way toward the storeroom.

Rynne watched him as he walked away. Then Piper whistled softly. “Well, he’s hot.”

“I saw him first,” Rynne said quickly.

Piper laughed. “He’s yours, lethallan. I don’t date men whose hair is nicer than mine.” She ran a hand across her long silvery braid and tilted her head. “How do you think he got his hair such a pure shade of white?”

Rynne leaned thoughtfully against the bar. “I don’t think it’s dyed.”

Piper’s eyes widened. “You mean you think that hair colour is natural? There’s no fucking way.”

Rynne smirked. “You should ask him if he dyes it. I bet he’d love that.”

Piper chuckled, then shot Rynne a knowing look. “Or maybe you should ask him. Get to know him better. Maybe ask him if the carpet matches the drapes.”

Rynne barked out a laugh and shoved her friend. “Come on, I know you elves don’t have any pubes to speak of. Fucking unfair is what I call that.”

“Oh, let’s not talk about your gross human pubes again,” Piper groaned. She turned away to unpack the dishwasher.

“Bitch,” Rynne laughed, then returned to wiping down the poor neglected bar. But as she and Piper fell into their usual pre-opening hours routine, her thoughts drifted back to their mysterious new bouncer.

There was definitely a story there. His little comment about the city guard, and his weird furtive manner, and that very weird danger she’d sensed from him… He was probably a criminal. Or an ex-con. But he was so well-spoken and polite. And those odd tattoos on his chin and neck and hands…

I wonder if they’re all over his body, she thought idly. Then she smirked at herself. She was such an idiot. Everything about this Fenris character screamed trouble. The last thing she should be doing was trying to weasel herself into his good graces.

But when had Rynne Hawke ever been able to stay out of trouble?

[contreparry]

Happy DADWC! I'd love to see your take on some "Stubbornly waiting for them before going to sleep" for Fenris and the pairing of your choice <3

Absolutely! Here’s some Fenders from the roommates!AU for @dadrunkwriting !

He said he would be in late (or very early) and that Fenris ought not to wait up for him, but Fenris wasn’t the sort who did what he ought to. He sprawled out on the couch with Pounce on his lap and a book in hand and began to read. And read. And read.

It was 10:17 PM and Fenris finished his book. The remote lay on the coffee table just out of reach of his grasping fingers, and Pounce was a warm lump of gingery orange fur on his lap. The book wasn’t decent enough for a second read. It was barely acceptable for a first, truth be told, but Fenris muddled through it out of sheer determination. He could get up, fetch another book and a glass of something (tea, perhaps, or at least water), but Pounce was so… so…

“Wretched little beast,” Fenris murmured as he scratched behind Pounce’s ears and his heart leapt at the sleepy, questioning trill the cat made in response. “There is no lap you will not claim as yours, is there?”

Pounce trilled once more before uncurling himself until he was stretched out along the length of Fenris’ legs. He butted his head into Fenris’ open palm and purred loudly, a rhythmic sound akin to a motorcycle engine. It would be a rusty, loud, inefficient motorcycle engine, of course, but it was an apt comparison. Fenris leaned back until his head rested on the pillow he propped up on the couch arm.

Anders would mock him relentlessly if he saw them now. Fenris always made a point of telling Anders that his cat was a menace- an underclothes stealing, hair-shedding, mug breaking, food begging menace. They both knew they were only words, a mere front that Fenris put up out of habit, but Fenris was stubborn and clung to his habits. Sometimes he feared that if he didn’t he might lose himself amongst all the changes going on in his life. No, best to keep some things the same, Fenris thought as he ran his hand down Pounce’s back in long, heavy strokes.

“Our little secret, hmmm?” Fenris murmured, and Pounce’s little meow was as reassuring to him as any vow.

When Anders returned from the late-night shift at the clinic at the horrific hour of 1:45 AM he found the living room lamp on, a mug of cold tea on the coffee table, and Fenris asleep on the couch with Pounce curled up on his chest. Anders quietly slipped off his shoes and hung up his coat and bag before tip-toeing over to the living room. Pounce lazily peeled open one pumpkin orange eye and met his gaze.

“Not enough that you’re not a one-man cat, but you had to steal my boyfriend too, I see,” Anders whispered as a smile stretched across his face. Pounce yawned, little white pointed teeth like daggers in the pink cavern of his mouth, before he closed it and licked his chops expectantly.

“Aye, I never saw you two cuddling,” Anders rolled his eyes. “You’ll have to content yourself with a crunchy treat, I’m not pulling out a tube of paste for you.” Pounce seemed pleased, however, for he carefully navigated himself off Fenris’ chest and dutifully wound around Anders’ ankles in an attempt to trip him as he opened the cat treat bag and gave Pounce his bribe.

The things Anders did to let Fenris save face!

When Anders returned to the living room Fenris was waking up. For a brief moment he thought he saw Fenris’ expression shift from bemusement to sorrow, but as soon as he realized that Anders was there his face became a neutral mask once more.

“Earlier than you thought,” Fenris observed, and he hid his yawn behind his hand. How prim and proper of him, Anders thought fondly. How perfectly Fenris.

“Caught the train on time for once,” Anders replied, and he inclined his head towards the book on the floor. “Good book?”

“Not particularly,” Fenris said. “Your menace of a cat wouldn’t leave me be.” He grumbled the last bit, and if Anders didn’t know better he would have said that Fenris was pouting. There was an earnestness in his expression that only revealed itself when he was too tired to keep his walls up. He was always so… so wary, so guarded, but when he was sleep-rumpled and barely awake Fenris could be terribly, devastatingly… adorable.

“Awww,” Anders crooned, watching as Fenris blinked slowly and haltingly rose from the couch. “He was lonely!” If only he had had the foresight to take a picture of Pounce and Fenris cuddling on the couch. He never had the presence of mind to record these rare moments- not for nefarious purposes, mind, but because they made for an adorable scene.

“We both were,” Fenris mumbled. “Bed?”

Anders’ heart leapt into his throat and he could only mutely nod as Fenris shuffled past him and down the hall to their bedroom. Anders stood in the living room, a statue that was only brought to life when Pounce wound around his ankles once more and mrrp’d at him.

“Well,” Anders murmured. “Well!” Devastatingly adorable indeed! Anders crossed the living room floor, leaned over, and turned the lamp off before making his own journey down the hall to join Fenris in their bed.

[beckily]

Your Writing Meme

I was tagged by @inquisition-dragonborn ! Thank you :D

What is your total posted word count on AO3? (Go to your Works, then click Statistics.)

75,590. 

How often do you write?

It varies a lot. I used to write pretty much every day, but then I did Inktober and got out of the habit because all my energy was going to drawing.

Do you have a routine for writing?

Not really. The easiest time to write is when the baby is asleep. I sit in my recliner, he sleeps between my legs on the foot rest part, and I can use my laptop. Sometimes when he’s asleep at night I can write, too, but the keyboard is a lot louder when the house is quiet. (We cosleep and he’ll wake up if left alone)

What’s your favourite kinks/tropes/pairing?

Oh, my. I adore MGiT. I love Modern AUs. Arranged Marriages, fake relationships, They were Roommates, soulmates... honestly, I’m not sure how many tropes I don’t love. ;)

As for pairings, HM. Bull/Dorian, Bull/Cullen, Dorian/Cullen, Anyone/Zevran, anyone/Fenris, Sera/Dagna, Bull/Inquisitor, Varric/anyone, Allistair/anyone.....

Do you have a favourite fic of yours?

Hm. I really like Baby and Me. It helped me process the trauma around my baby’s birth, and it feels calming to me. No big drama, just lots of little moments and I got to slip in fun facts about food preservation and preparation.

Your fic with the most kudos?

Baby and Me. Today it’s got 281. The next highest is Thedas LMP with 185, so that’s a pretty big difference.

Anything you don’t like about your writing?

So I’m not neurotypical, and I’ve always struggled with explaining enough? When I am with you in person, I make large abrupt shifts in conversation and I tend to think only the beginning and ending to stories are important. Or possibly only the middle. Depending on what’s important. ;)

So I feel like, naturally, some of that will go into the writing. Where the things I think are interesting might not match up with what readers will think, or I’ll skim over things that other people would have filled out. And I know a lot of people really enjoy things, like slow burns and tension, but I have trouble putting that in, because I just.. tell people all the things and we move on, so that’s what my characters tend to do. It’s nice for me, because that’s what I think is reasonable, but I know it isn’t so fun for most people.

Also, I have dyslexia so I struggle to read through a paragraph straight, I skip around top, bottom, middle and it makes it very difficult to proofread. So there’s always too many errors.

I really love those fics where they dive deep and stay deep and it’s this rich, beautiful, well thought out world and I’m just not there yet at all. So that’s disappointing.

Now something you do like?

I like the lack of drama in relationships. I feel like my dialogue works most of the time. I like the realistic baby stuff. I like the details about food prep and storage.

Now Tags. HM. @dancinggrimm @somanyjacks @thedivinemissema

[amarmeme]

Anyone out there, help me decide which of these three options I should work on next.

Current published in-progess longfic: A Trick of the Rain (Michel x Lavellan)

WIP Hawke gets left in the fade (Cullen/Hawke)

WIP Modern Thedas AU: Inquisitive -- all Inquisitors live together as roommates (fTrev/Rylen, fCadash/Varric, mAdaar/fLavellan, mTrev/fCaron)

I've definitely shared the first two before and the third... I'm trying to decide if it should be one massive story told chronologically with alternating chapters or like a series of shorter fics tied together. I'm leaning toward the latter.

[forever-dreaming-cullen]

Windy’s Fanfiction Master Post 2018

So, I have gained some new followers lately (thank you all for following!). I am sure that you are all here to see pics of this guy:

And yes, I reblog a lot of Cullen pics. I am in Cullen-hell, as you can see. But, in case you didn’t know, I also write Cullen-fanfic. You can find all of my works on AO3, but I thought I might make a sort-of fic master post on Tumblr for my new followers who may not have read any of my pieces.

Updated with latest fics – 5/7/2018

Call Me Home – a Collection of Drabbles – A collection of drabbles based on Tumblr prompts. This fic will be updated with prompts as I write them. Currently ongoing.

Bound to Burn – Written with Laraslandlockedblues. A trip to Redcliffe to make reparations for the Mage Rebellion brings more complications than expected when rooms run short and the naive Inquisitor finds herself in close quarters with the man she can't possibly ever have - her smirking Commander. Currently ongoing,

Look What You’ve Done to Me -  Inquisitor Brittany loves the sound of her Commander's voice. It's too bad that she doesn't always pay attention to his actual words. He takes exception to her inattention and leaves the War Room in a huff, but she can't leave well enough alone. She visits him in his tower and gets more than she bargained for, and everything she wanted at the same time.

The Strength That Keeps Me Walking –  (Formerly Lavender, Peppermint, Verbena, & Fennel) A retelling of Parsley, Sage, Rosemary, and Thyme from Cullen’s POV. Currently ongoing.

Sin in Heaven – Cullen is a recovering lyrium addict in this modern AU set in modern Thedas. He moves into an affordable apartment, but his roommate turns out to be a drop-dead gorgeous young college student. Can he resist her while he tries to pull his life together, or will he surrender to sin in heaven? Currently ongoing,

 The Intimidating Commander and the Reluctant Messenger: Featuring a female Trevelyan who is a little scared of the stern Commander because she is a Mage and knows he used to be a Templar. This is my first DA fanfic and is quite rough around the edges. I might revisit it someday to expand it into a proper story. Fun fact: this idea came about because when I first played DA-I, I was a little intimidated by Cullen. Lol

Cullen’s Treat: A Trevelyan Mage Inquisitor treats Cullen to a special massage after he’s had a particularly rough week. This came from a Kink-meme prompt, one of the first I did. If you read enough of my stories, then you’ll quickly find out that I enjoy writing about taking care of Cullen, because he deserves it.

It Happened on a Night at Halamshiral: This one-shot came out of a kink-meme prompt about Cullen’s Orlesian admirers getting a bit more forceful with their desires than they do in canon. This story does include non-con sex, so if that triggers you in any way, please do not read this. It was very tough to write, but I am quite proud of this story and feel that it expanded my depth as a writer.

Fall Into Your Sunlight Featuring Cullen and a Female Trevelyan enjoying life after Trespasser. This came about because I was inspired by a Cullen romance video that someone made, and this just spilled out of me. It’s a smutty, fluffy, feel-good fic if you’re into that.

Trying Not To Love You: This is my first attempt at a proper long-ish fic and features a female Mage Trevelyan Inquisitor, and of course, the Commander.Told from the first person perspective of Cullen himself, it tells the story of how he falls in love with his young and beautiful. Inquisitor, even though he knows he shouldn’t. I had fun writing this, so I hope that if you haven’t read it already, you’ll give it a try.

Learning to Please Him: Featuring the same Evelyn and her Commander from Trying Not To Love You, young Evelyn wants to learn how to please Cullen orally. Yes, it’s a blowjob fic. Lol

One Good Turn Deserves Another (Or Cullen Repays the Inquisitor): Again featuring the lovebirds from Trying Not To Love You and Learning to Please Him, this fic is about Cullenlingus, and that’s all I’ll say.

Oil and Fantasy: Cullen takes himself in hand. Enough said.

Oakmoss and Elderflower and The Girl Can’t Help It are related to the headcanon about Cullen using oakmoss and elderflower as a remedy for his aches and pains due to his lyrium withdrawal. This headcanon came out as a result of a snippet of dialogue from an NPC in DA-I multiplayer about how the Commander smells of oakmoss and elderflower. See? I really do love writing about caring for Cullen. His pain makes my heart hurt!

Parsley, Sage, Rosemary, and Thyme: Featuring the OC I created in The Girl Can’t Help It, a healer is assigned to take care of the Commander, and ends up falling in love with him. The problem is, he’s in love with someone else. Is there any hope for healer Eala, or is she doomed to heartbreak? And yes, this fic features copious caring for Cullen. It’s my kink, okay?

And the Stars Belong to Us: This fic is an add-on to Parsley and features Eala and Cullen enjoying some alone time. I wrote it in response to a question I received in the comments of the main fic.

One Night in Skyhold: Another kink-meme related fic, this one features a frustrated Cullen taking what he wants from his beautiful female Trevelyan Inquisitor. She loves it.

In the Heat of Summer: A vague female Inquisitor watches her Commander sparring with the Iron Bull on a hot summer’s day. Cullen is not wearing his shirt. This is a shameless excuse for describing Cullen shirtless. I admit it. I am trash.

A Soft Place to Fall: Umm, this one-shot is set vaguely in modern Thedas and features Cullen and a female Trevelyan letting off some steam together. Cullen is kind of dark in this — IDK — I was listening to a lot of angsty music when I came up with this.

Right Here: This angsty one-shot examines the question of how Cullen would react if Lavellan becomes involved with him after Solas leaves and subsequently marries him in Trespasser only to ultimately abandon him for Solas. This fic features suicide, so if you are sensitive to that subject, please do not read this.

Shiver: The first and only second-person pov fic I have ever written. You and Cullen have some special time alone together. That’s all. ;)

The Commander and His Hand  The Commander releasing a little tension told from his first-person perspective. Yeah, I really am trash.

The Voyeur: This little two-chapter fic started out as a one-shot featuring a young Trevelyan Inquisitor who gets tricked by Sera into entering the Commander’s quarters when he’s not there and winds up seeing him taking care of business. It turned into more when some commenters requested a follow-up chapter. I am so much Cullen-trash, at this point, there is no hope for me.

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Chapters: 33/35 Fandom: Dragon Age (Video Games), Dragon Age - All Media Types, Dragon Age: Inquisition Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Cullen Rutherford/Female Trevelyan, Female Inquisitor/Cullen Rutherford, Female Mage Trevelyan/ Cullen Rutherford Characters: Female Trevelyan, Cullen Rutherford, Cullen Rutherford's Family, Cullen Rutherford's Mabari, Delrin Barris, Rylen (Dragon Age), Meredith Stannard, Raleigh Samson, Original Male Character(s), Mia Rutherford, Rosalie Rutherford, Branson Rutherford, Cullen Rutherford's Parents, Female Inquisitor (Dragon Age), Cassandra Pentaghast, Josephine Montilyet Additional Tags: Modern AU, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - College/University, Mages and Templars, Lyrium Withdrawal, Road Trips, Fake/Pretend Relationship, Fake Dating, Awkward Flirting, Slow Burn, Sexual Content, Family Reunions, Modern Thedas, Meet the Family, Sharing a Bed, Banter, Found Family, and they were ROOMMATES, Dogs, Sexual Fantasy, screwball comedy, Alternate Universe - Romantic Comedy, Romantic Comedy, Marriage of Convenience, Fluff and Smut, Eventual Smut, Body Worship, First Times, Family Feels, Family Fluff, Minor Character Death Summary:

After a few missed opportunities, Lydia wants to use her new blank slate for some good.

After royally screwing up, Cullen just wants to breeze through existence with his new dog.

But when Cullen tells the fib that his new roommate Lydia is his new girlfriend, Lydia realizes she has nothing better to do over the summer and decides to go with it, anyway he wants it. However, no one told her "just going with it" would result in a mishap laden road trip, awkward family reunions, and those pesky things called "feelings."

A love story set in modern Thedas.