#some cullavellan cus why not??

[vhenan-ma-ghilana]

cullen mage fucker 🫵 !!! he wanna kiss an elf soooooo bad he can't even read rn

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New Years (cullavellan)

Happy New Years, friends, and happy 2017! ♥ Have a little Ayr x Cullen fic to start the year off ♥

She can hear the others gathering around, shouting that the countdown's going to start soon.

Everything was perfect; the party was planned, the drinks bought, the food prepared...

And then she'd gotten sick.

Ayr was on the verge of passing out as she listened to her friends partying, tucked firmly into bed and coughing every minute or two when the need arose.

She'd been fine two days ago, when she and Amaris had been working on setting things up. Totally fine... only to wake up with laryngitis the day before New Years.

Today was the worst, though; her voice was practically gone, hoarse as hell when she did try to speak, and her throat burned, worse after every cough. Warm liquids and cold medicine were the only things she was imbibing in, tonight.

Not fair... Ayr grumbled mentally, ears twitching at the vague sound of footsteps, It's our first New Years together, why did I have to get sick?

She woke more when the door creaked, eyes opening to catch a lone figure slinking in through the space with his phone lit up in his hand.

"Cu... llen?" Ayr struggled into a sitting position just as he reached the bed, perching on the edge beside her, "Wha.... what... are you...?"

"It's countdown time, Ayr," Cullen simply smiled, looping an arm around her to pull her against his side while lifting the phone higher so she could see the live-stream of the Val Royeaux countdown, "I didn't want you to miss it."

Gods I love you. the elf flushed and snuggled happily closer, eyes brightening as she looked at the screen as well, silently mouthing the numbers as Cullen counted down out loud.

"Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one..."

Loud cheering went off in the main room at the same time as the gong hit in the video, Ayr laughing silently while Cullen grinned.

Thank you, Ayr mouthed to him silently, leaning up to kiss his cheek. The Commander caught her chin before she could move and kissed her properly, smirking at her dazed look.

"Happy New Years, Ayr." he whispered, shifting so he could help her lay back down, tucking her in before stretching himself out on the bed beside her, "Get some rest, Vhenan. You deserve it."

The redhead was out in moments, curled close to the man who'd given her everything and stolen her heart.

Crossposted to AO3 here: http://archiveofourown.org/works/5893012/chapters/13644061