#tipsy otps

[youngpettyqueen]

I love the different ways Julian will look at Garak because sometimes he looks at him with the exasperation of a long-suffering husband of 20 years and other times he looks at him like Garak painted the night sky and hung the stars and the moon and you can see him falling in love all over again

and I love the way Garak looks at Julian cause sometimes he looks at him like he literally wants to eat him alive and other times he looks at Julian like he is the most precious thing in the known universe and you know that he genuinely believes that that's exactly what Julian is

[skullinacowboyhat]

first kiss.

[habibisagi]

i have officially accepted alcohol is not for me lmao it is so mid. i do not get drunk i have tried so many variations of it and quantities too and it is always nasty ass and sharp to the throat and while it may taste good for a second there is always the alcohol ? flavor ? after taste burning bs and it is so disgusting and ass LMFAO. i have never felt the drunk feeling of totally being out either each time!! and that is so disappointing so i guess i have a pretty high tolerance. so boring. i would rather drink my pepsi zero any day over this no matter how good the drink might taste lmao. alcohol is so gross

[timothyslucy]

lucy failing miserably at trying not to show how much she's thinking about her newborn at home during her first "girl's night out" after giving birth, and nyla and angela teasingly excusing her with a nod like, "go on, go home and be with your baby" EXCUSE ME WHILE I GO CRY. 😭😭😭💖💖💖

[quietbreeze97]

Still absolutely obsessed with X-Files, if anyone wondered. I'm on series 2 now and fall in love with Mulder more each episode - and am honestly on the edge of my seat waiting for him and Scully to get it on. These idiots, I swear - they're so in love and don't even realise it.

I care about this plotline even more than the alien stuff ISTG!!

[phosphoruskim]

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAaaaaa

They're on a date!

For @phosphoruskim <3

[glass-noodle]

god i wish i could enjoy your amazing art without suffering from the connor&hank brainrot alas... also can i just say that ur art pieces are often so sweet and warm and i didnt expect you to rip my fucking heart out like that when i clicked on "weak point" on ao3

AKSJSDJJ not my angst bucket fic

Thank you anon!!! 🥺 I assure you that I too suffer from the brainrot and will likely continue to suffer for the next 100 years because I never quite fall out of love with my otps lmao

have some self-indulgent, sickly sweet hankcon ft. rare flirty-tipsy-instead-of-self-destructive-tipsy hank <3

[aresmarked]

playing with hair with your arknights otp?

Franka was a little bit tipsy.

But hey, she's aware of it! And she's not planning to have much more—she's found that too much doesn't agree with her usual sunny charm, a real moodkiller.

So she sticks to her usual—one classic drink, and then something with a fun spin—and settles back in her seat to sip and half-listen to Lisk talk with Greyy about setting up power grids in unstable regions—gods, what a workaholic.

So she turns her attention to something else, and her eyes find in this particular light, the short hairs at Lisk's nape, that her ever-present ponytail can never quite catch, acquire a soft look. They're cute, for a lack of a better word. She fights the urge to touch them.

...Until Greyy has to step away. As Lisk's hand drops in farewell, Franka shifts forward to chin herself on Lisk's shoulder, sighing dramatically, fingertips drawing through those short locks. "So is my partner finally done talking work overtime, in the bar?"

Lisk raises a brow at her, but doesn't shrug her off. She must be feeling pretty comfortable. "Greyy's quite knowledgeable; it's interesting to hear his perspective."

"You don't know how to treat a lady on a date."

"I'm sure you have some thoughts about how I can 'make it up to you'," she drily replies, while sliding her arm behind Franka's back, a gentle yet firm hand brushing against her tail.

Franka smiles with teeth.

[rosesradio]

Imagine your otp in matching xmas sweaters in front of a fireplace drinking hot coca :)

imagining this with jercy 🥺 while Christmas celebrations are sort-of frowned upon by Chiron, he would allow a non-Christian version with plenty of Christmas ham burned for the gods. Percy & Jason would take that practice with them to their first apartment. Their fireplace isn’t a real one, though—it’s one of those that looks and feels warm through the glass, though it’s not real fire, so Percy and Jason leave the food sacrifices for when they go to camp.

Jason and Percy would return from Leo’s Christmas party, perhaps a bit tipsy from the eggnog, warm and giggly as they stumble into the apartment. Jason has on a sensible Christmas sweater, light blue and white with snowflakes in patterns. Percy has on the ultimate ugly Christmas sweater, with flashing lights and a smiling Rudolph taking up the majority of the coverage.

Percy would have Jason sit and relax on the couch, insisting on making them some hot cocoa. Jason turns on the fake fireplace and finds them a Christmas movie to watch.

Percy would make hot cocoa the way his mom made it, with milk and cocoa powder and sugar, a splash of vanilla and some flavored syrup. Percy likes caramel in his own, while he knows Jason likes peppermint. Of course, he can’t forget the mini marshmallows—he takes the bag with him, because he tends to add more every time he eats the ones on top.

Jason takes his hot chocolate in his favorite mug—the Superman one. Percy’s favorite is an ancient, chipped mug from the aquarium he got during a trip with his mom.

Jason loves the warm, comforting drink—he never really got the chance to try any in New Rome. The closest was once when he tried some of Reyna’s, though the praetor soon pulled him away for a meeting, and he burned his tongue.

He never had any time, then. But he has time now. To slow down, to enjoy the feeling of snuggling close to Percy’s chest. Percy smells like a warm day on the beach, the salt of the sea, even in the darkest and coldest days of winter. He kisses Jason’s forehead, and Jason melts into the touch.

[lilacella]

3,13,14,19,21 for wolfstarbucks flatmates plssss

The babies!! Of course 🥰

3. Are they into PDA? Who initiates most?

Okay, so James definitely is the one who initiates the most! He just can't keep his hands off his boyfriends ☺️ Remus only gets handsi when he is tipsy or feeling very insecure and needs reassurance - he of course gets all the kisses he wants then 🥰

I think Sirius would be fine with PDA but would rarely initiate outside the flat. He wouldn't start snogging James in the middle of a concert but if James starts it he is not saying no 😏

13. Stay home/go-out? What are their date nights like?

Their favorite time of date night is ordering take-away, watch a movie or tv show while they eat, then move to the bed to either cuddle or do other things 😇 while listening to an audiobook. They love spending their evenings all cuddled up with each other, smooching a little and being comfy!

14. Who falls asleep during a movie?

Remus. 100%. He will get carried to bed by one of his boyfriends like the little princess he is ☺️

19. What do they fight about most often? (Alternative: what was their biggest fight?)

They don't fight ever!! Because I said so!

They only bicker about household chores and Sirius' music being too loud or Remus getting too much water on the floor while showering.

21. Any routines one has that the other had to get used to (ex. morning, nighttime, sleeping habits)?

James gets up way to early, something Sirius and Remus both do not appreciate so they stay back alone, cuddling and sleeping some more - but they miss James 🥺

Sirius is very cleanly but not very tidy. He will vacuum the floor almost daily but throw his stuff all over the place. James always tidies up after him, Remus regularly stumbles over his boots he has left lying around in the corridor.

Remus has a very elaborate bath routine that he does every week. He will run a bubble bath and soak in it for an hour, reading his book, lights off only candles. He does not wish to be disturbed - but needs ages until he actually sets that boundary. After he has James and Sirius only come in to bring him snacks.

otp ask game

[darlenicy]

For the OTP ask game! ^^

25, 27, 39, 40, 58!

...and it goes on.

25. Do they have any hobbies they share?

Driven: Their passion for wind riders of course. Darcy might be a baby, but this baby can drive. Sometimes when they just have to get out of town for a day, they take their wind riders and off they go. It's freedom for both of them.

Skicy: They both actually like chess. For Icy, it's a logical strategy game, and Sky also often played it as a child with his valet and mentor to teach him strategy. For Sky, it's a childhood memory; for Icy, it's a chance to prove himself once again.

27. Who is the light weight that needs to be taken care of after a party.

- ok I actually had to ask chat gpt what the question is about because I wasn't familar with the wording lmao. but here we go

Driven: I headcanon Darcy to have very low alcohol tolerance. This is because she never consumed a lot because she was always afraid of losing control, so if she drinks, then little unless she wants to be the one to be taken care of. There are two phases of her getting drunk (which is RARELY, she hates losing control). The 1st phase is getting tipsy and giggling over every shit. The 2nd is simply falling asleep. Then Riven takes her bridal style and takes her home. Riven on the other hand has a very high alcohol tolerance. Maybe the highest one amongst the specialists along with Nabu.

Skicy: As I said, Icy doesn't allow herself to commit public missteps. For whatever reason, she has a high alcohol tolerance, while Sky gets drunk really quickly. Then she puts her arm around his shoulder and says, "Okay, Golden Retriever, time for the puppy to go to his bed." She might roll her eyes but she gets sentimental whenever Sky is drunk and says how much he loves her and how beautiful she is. This is what Sky does, when he's drunken: cry about his beautiful wife.

39. Who would rescue and injured anomal and nurse it back to health. What would the other think?

Driven: actually both. Darcy even rescues the smallest buck that got lost in the kitchen and take it out. One time she accidentally overran a little bird with her wind rider. She took it and nursed it until it could fly again. Riven loves this soft side, which shows him that the mental witch has a bigger heart than she would ever admit. Riven however, who was forgotten by this mother as a kid looked for friends in animals. He rescued baby birds and bring them back to their nest.

Skicy: Totally Sky. Icy is the one who would simply let the animal die, maybe even accelerate their death. It's survival of the fittest after all. Sky however is someone who tries everything even if it's useless. At least he tried to save a life instead of letting it die. (Icy admires that way of thinking).

40. Who has an insatible appetite. And what does the other do to help?

Driven: Riven for sure. He's a meat eater, needs his steak bloody and would hunt his own meal if he had to (which sometimes conflicts with his general love of animals). Darcy is a vegetarian and simply doesn't touch raw meat. She hates the texture, the smell and simply that there is something dead in front of her people want to eat. So she learned a lot about other protein sources and always tries new recipes to make sure Riven gets adequate nutrition.

Skicy: When she's on government business, Icy always needs something to snack on. She has to do something on the side; her multitasking demands something to do. Sky quickly spots this habit of hers and always makes sure she has a variety of nuts to snack on in her study room.

58. Who's more likely to hold a grudge after an argument?

Driven: Riven. He sometimes broods for hours over why they fought. Quite simply, because he's only used to fighting in a certain toxic relationship. Sometimes he just can't understand when Darcy shuts down about her nightmares, and then wonders if she doesn't trust him enough, yada yada. Darcy is the one who wants to make up quickly. And since the way to a person's heart is through their stomach, she's usually cooking up something to brighten Riven's mood.

Skicy: Icy. She never forgets anything. No insults, no teasing, and she takes such things seriously. Fucking seriously. She's been rejected a lot in her life, and she quickly begins to doubt herself when things aren't going quite right. Sky gives her her space, but visits her more often so that Icy can go to him whenever she wants and doesn't feel abandoned. She tends to simply escape into work after she's had an argument with Sky. Then Sky brings her some nuts, and if she's in a good mood, they make up. If not, they yell at each other a bit, and then we come back to this post about question 12.

Thanks for the asks :3

[gretagerwigsmuse]

4+5 of the moving in prompts are SO bradley and smart aleck (i mean they all are but still)

i can just imagine them both totally totally giddy

eeeepp thank you for sending this!! 🤭 we’re going to ignore the fact that he falls asleep on her that first night (he’s tired! he’s been somewhere off the coast of guam! he’s had to deal with payback’s snoring for three months! she gave him too many drinks with dinner/dessert! it’s not his fault he fell asleep!), so let’s imagine this is that next night when they’re both fully in possession of their faculties - if not a little tipsy! giddy is the best word for them in this stage though! it’s soft and sweet and them!

4.) they sleep in their new bed for the first time

5.) ^ except they have trouble actually falling asleep because they're so excited about living together and getting to wake up next to their favorite person every day.

so by this point, max, caroline, and nat have left after welcome back drinks (with tears honey, tears on max’s side, lighthearted grumbling but a longer than normal hug from caroline, and a knowing look then a long hug from nat). i totally imagine the two of them squashed up against each other on the loveseat and touchy all night and barely able to let an inch of space come between them because they’re so obsessed with each other and happy to be home in the same space ☺️ 

and then they go upstairs like definitely way earlier than normal since they’re both so keen to just slide in between those sheets next to each other. because like bradley says in the chapter, it’s the first time neither of them have to worry someone’s gonna leave in the morning to go back to their respective apartment. and they’re both going to be together for the first time at the same time. they brush their teeth beside each other at the double sink and keep making locking eyes in the mirror and she wears some cute pajamas (the kaia gerber x doen collab comes to mind) and then when they get in bed they both just lay there and talk about bradley being home and if he’s happy and more things she wanted to tell him while he was gone.

and they just keep talking because they’re so happy and content and excited and giddy and he gets all soft and sweet and i can just picture him tucking her hair behind her ear and her getting all bashful at some points and ducking her head and burrowing her face against bradley’s chest and him just holding her. gradually bradley’s voice gets softer and slower and her breathing evens out and she falls asleep in his arms and he realizes he can have this every night now

moving in together otp prompts

[thirtysixsavefiles]

sanji :3c

I'm no longer tipsy/unfiltered enough to properly answer these questions, but:

How I feel about this character

Sanji is 10000% the way I was lured into One Piece, I can't believe this pathetic man's tragic backstory II: The Two Towers wasn't engineered specifically in a lab to get me. I cannot believe he chose the alias "Mr. Prince" in Alabasta. SANJI. Truly we love a man crying in the rain while he smokes and dissociates. Never looked better.

Also Taz Skylar can meet me in the fucking pit.

All the people I ship romantically with this character

I am a sucker for Zoro/Sanji — we love a bickering rivals ship ��� but I have an extremely soft spot for Zoro/Luffy/Sanji where Zoro and Luffy pin Sanji down (metaphorically or literally) and tell him nice things. We love a character with no self-esteem.

My non-romantic OTP for this character

Sanji/his knives tbh, we love the relationship between a chef and his tools.

My unpopular opinion about this character

Powerscaling is silly. I only even tangentially know what that is. Make them kiss instead.

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon.

Sanji should wear glasses again. For me.

[kankuroplease]

Congrats on the 5k, KPZ!!!! 🥳🥳 keep being this amazing and creative with your aus and ocs, I love them! 🥰

I just hope someone will request ShikaNaru, and I'll go for my guilty pleasure otp ShikaKatsu being tipsy after some kind of party and being even more mean than when they are sober 🥺 they would be roast besties i'm sure (tho Shika would never admit he uses energy for that but sometimes he would 🤓)

Thank you!!!

Tipsy + one bed scenario where they’re somewhere between more than friends- less than lovers and yeah, they’d roast each other until one of them shuts the other up 🤣

Stressing this poor beautiful man out with the blue shrimp

[alj4890]

Hey! I saw this and it inspired me and left me yearning for content! :) If it inspires you, can you create something (fic/edit, etc) for my absolute favorite OTP (You know who! lol)? It could be HC or AU - before they meet or after - just have fun with it! I want crazy parties! :)

Okay, I know I'm late for a prompt like this. It's been a long, long time since I've written anything with all that's been happening with my husband. So naturally, I had to start with one of my fav OTP's to kick off what I hope will be a long and productive writing streak.

So...here we go 😂

Not a part of any AU's of mine, but I wouldn't be opposed to this starting a new one for Tobias and Chris. I'm assuming this is the couple you wanted, @jerzwriter 😉

Masterlist

**************

History Repeats Itself

Mass Kenmore Hospital....

"Woo!" Will slung an arm around Tobias's shoulders. "Now this is a party!"

Tobias downed his fourth glass of heavily spiked holiday punch then nodded in agreement. "That it is."

"The only thing missing," Will slightly slurred, "is someone to heat it up a notch or two."

"Agreed." Tobias clinked his empty glass against Will's. "Tis time for old friends to divide and conquer."

Will clumsily saluted him before shuffling off to look for someone to keep him warm the rest of the night.

Tobias scanned the throng of tipsy doctors and nurses for someone new. He really wasn't interested in revisiting old hunting grounds if he could keep from it. Just when he thought he might have to leave to find more interesting company, he spotted Aurora with a woman he didn't think he knew.

Once his intern walked away, Tobias decided to make his move.

*************

"Hi." Tobias leaned back against the wall.

The red head next to him grinned. "Hello you."

Narrowing his eyes, he tilted his head in wonder at that type of greeting. "Have we met?"

Mischief seemed to dance in the green eyes while she shook her head. "I don't think we officially have."

His eyebrows lifted over that type of evasive statement.

"Are you new here?" He asked.

"This is my first time visiting Mass Kenmore." She replied.

"So you don't work here?" He prodded, feeling more hopeful for some fun without any consequences.

She shook her head, humor still dancing in her eyes.

"I'm Tobias." He held his hand out.

"Nice to meet you." She shook it. "I'm Chris."

"Well Chris," he leaned closer to her. "What brings you here?"

"The party." Her smile grew brighter. "Who doesn't love a good holiday bash?"

"I know I do." He winked at her. "Especially when people like you show up."

Chris laughed, ending with a mock sigh. "That was smooth."

Tobias bowed his head.

"Thank you. Though, I must say that you make the words a lot easier to say."

"Impressive." Chris turned towards him. "Are you always like this or am I just that lucky?"

"Normally, I'd say it's fifty/fifty." He teased, grinning even more at her when she moved closer to his side. "Now I'm thinking it might just be you."

"Me?"

He nodded. "No doubt about it, it's definitely you."

"Hmm." Chris's eyes drifted over him, liking everything she saw. "I always knew I was lucky."

She stepped away from Tobias, snagging his hand in the process.

"Where are we going?" He asked.

The sultry look she shot over her shoulder made a flash of heat go throughout his body.

"To see if you're as lucky as I am."

**************

A year later...Edenbrook...

"You okay?" Sienna nudged Chris when she noticed her becoming unusually quiet.

Grasping her hand, Chris pulled her friend away from the holiday party in full swing and into a supply closet further down the hall.

"Okay." Chris ran her hands through her hair and took a deep breath. "A year ago, I went with Aurora to a Christmas party at Mass Kenmore."

Sienna began to smile. "If I remember it correctly, you didn't come home that night."

Chris closed her eyes at that reminder. "I'd had way too much spiked punch and I might have acted a little more," she searched for the right word, "flirty than usual."

"You slept with someone." Sienna finished for her. "We've all had those one night stands."

"Wait." Chris stopped her reassurance. "My tipsy one night stand was with someone I work with." She searched Sienna's eyes for understanding. "Closely work with."

Sienna's brow furrowed. "Dr. Ramsey was there?"

Chris closed her eyes and shook her head. "No."

Sienna's jaw dropped.

"You and Dr. Carrick!" She screeched.

Chris slapped her hand over her mouth.

"He doesn't remember!" Chris whispered.

Sienna stilled. "What?"

"He was very tipsy too." She explained. "And I left his place before he woke up!"

She dropped her hand and slumped back against the door. "I was confused about Ethan. His hot and cold ways were getting to me and I wanted a night without trying to figure out what was going on. Then Tobias hit on me at the party and I thought...why not enjoy myself?"

Sienna's shock wasn't helping Chris feel any better.

"So he doesn't know..." Sienna mumbled.

"Nope."

"And you won't tell him..." She continued.

"Never!"

"Though you two have been flirting for months now..." Sienna finished.

Chris groaned over that observation.

Sienna sidled over and leaned next to her friend.

"So you two like each other, but he doesn't know you already have a great history?" She teased.

Chris snorted. "That's it in a nutshell."

Sienna giggled before pushing her out of the closet.

Linking arms with Chris, she tugged her back towards the party. "I think it's time for history to repeat itself."

**************

"There's my favorite partner in crime!" Tobias greeted, scooting over to make room for Chris between himself and Ethan.

"Why does that not make me feel any better in teaming you two up on patients?" Ethan grumbled.

Tobias snickered, draping his arm along the back of Chris's chair.

"Please." Tobias winked at the woman between them. "You know you don't regret any of it. Having your two most brilliant doctors together has been nothing but a boon for our diagnostics team.

Ethan rolled his eyes. He couldn't deny it, yet there was no need to overinflate Tobias's ego any more than necessary.

"On that note," he pushed away from the table, "I'm going to get another drink."

He eyed the two remaining seated. "Can I get you anything?"

Chris shook her head while Tobias said he was good.

Once Ethan left, she took a deep breath and prepared to admit to something.

"Hi." Tobias instead said, shifting his chair closer.

"Hello you." Chris almost squeaked, feeling an uncomfortable deja vu.

Tobias's brow furrowed at her tone. "You okay?"

She nodded. "Never better."

"Good." He took her hand. "How about a dance?"

Her eyes widened. "Umm..."

"I'll take that as a yes." He teased, tugging her out of her seat.

A slow song drifted over the crowd as couples took to the makeshift dance floor.

Chris briefly closed her eyes. She hadn't been this close to him in a year and he didn't even know they'd been even closer to begin with!

She began to recall all that had happened after that one night stand: Tobias rushing to save her during the attack without mentioning anything about their past, seeing him around Edenbrook with no recognition, then his working closer with her and absolutely nothing.

Feeling a bit miffed now that she thought about it, she began to think she shouldn't waste her time on someone who found her so unforgettable.

Easing back, she made the mistake of looking up at him.

His lips curved softly as his hand dropped low on her back, pressing her even closer.

"Enjoying yourself?" She asked.

"Very." He murmured. "You?"

"I suppose." She glanced away then cut her eyes towards him. "Who doesn't love a good holiday bash?"

"I know I do." He grinned. "Especially when people like you show up."

Chris gasped in outrage before shoving him away from her.

"UGH!" She flung her hands up in disgust before storming away from him.

Ignoring the startled looks coming from the other doctors and staff, Tobias chased after her.

"Chris!" He called out, picking up speed to catch up with her. "Hold up!"

"Why?" She snapped. "So you can use the same old pickup lines on me again?!"

"No thanks." She huffed, slamming her hand against a side exit door. "I don't need to hear anymore. I don't want to be that lucky again."

She slipped outside and made her way towards the parking lot.

Tobias paused, a slow grin breaking over his face.

"I knew it!" He exclaimed before chasing after her.

Sliding across the ice, he caught up with her, neatly pinning her between him and a random car.

"Tobias, what the--"

His lips captured hers in a heated kiss.

Chris tried to ignore all the feelings creeping up with each brush of his tongue against hers.

Unable to deny herself, she rose up and wrapped her arms around his neck, molding her body to his.

His moan made her toes curl as she fanned the flames between them.

He broke away to smile at her.

"You have no idea how long I've wondered if I just really wanted you to be the one I had that great sex with or if I actually had somehow gotten that lucky?"

Chris burst out laughing. "And here I thought you found me unforgettable."

"I think about that night all the time." He kissed her again. "But since you never hinted that we'd hooked up, I didn't want to ruin a chance with you by asking if we had."

Chris pulled away from him. "Tell me something." Her eyes searched his. "Are you drunk?"

He stepped away from her, kicked some snow away from a parking line and walked it perfectly.

Chris struggled to keep a stern expression upon her face. "Now tell me this."

Tobias cocked an eyebrow in question.

"How lucky do you think you are?" She asked, biting her lip to keep her smile at bay.

Sauntering back over to her, Tobias propped his arm above her head and leaned close.

"That all depends." His eyes darted over her face. "You see, I hope I'm lucky enough for tonight and all the nights that follow."

"Hmm." Chris slightly frowned in thought. "That would make you an extremely lucky man."

"The luckiest." He murmured, brushing his lips against hers. "I'm hoping you can make that happen."

"I suppose I could be talked into it." Chris teased, looping her arms around his neck.

"I have been known to be very persuasive." He said between kisses.

"I guess you'll have to prove it." She eased out of his arms, leaving her hand in his.

"Where are we going?" He asked, grinning at history not only repeating itself but somehow becoming even better than before.

"Somewhere to see if you are the luckiest man in the world." She replied with a wink.

Tobias had no doubt whatsoever that he was.

[captainderyn]

💙 for Tucdela and Cullen 🤭

Eee thank you for the ask!! I can't believe I ever considered these two my "least" favorite otp to write, idk what this most recent playthrough awakened in me about them but now I love these two idiots.

Set somewhere in the early stages of their relationship.

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💙 drunken kiss / tipsy

Cullen realized two things over a game of Wicked Grace: 

One: He had truly lost his edge in the game of cards since leaving the Templar barracks of Lake Calenhad and Kirkwall. When his off hours had been spent dealing cards and strategizing, he’d taken home pile of winnings after pile of winnings. Now that his hours were spent strategizing over a war map, dealing real pawns instead of painted cards, his abilities had gone rusty. 

Two: Tucdela’s rosy cheeks flushed all the way down her neck and up her ears when she drank a little too much. 

He didn’t know what the Dalish drank in contrast to whatever swill Varric pulled from the depths of Skyhold’s cellar, but whatever it was sent the tips of her ears bright scarlett and blotches of color down her neck and chest. 

Cullen did his best to keep his eyes  on his hand, peeking over the array of his cards as she threw her head back to let out one of the least-restrained laughs he had ever heard from her. It was the kind of laugh he imagined she shared with her clanmates in the Free Marches, or with her hunting party over a dancing fire. Tucdela may have become friends with many members of the Inquisition, whether they wanted to or not, but the weight of Inquisitor always measured her actions. 

“Curly.” Varric said with the deadly seriousness of someone choking down laughter. 

Cullen pulled his eyes from Tucdela, to find the whole table staring at him. Cassandra wore an expression of dread, Iron Bull and several others already snickered amongst themselves. 

Across the table, Josephine wore a self-satisfied smirk, spreading her hand of cards across the table with a delicate tap with her fingers. 

“No.” Cullen felt a flush rising up his neck and into his cheeks, certainly spreading across his already bare chest. He’d already lost every other piece of clothing, and almost every bit of dignity he had. 

Varric leaned back in his chair, spreading his hands in a ‘what can you do’ gesture. 

“You bet your pants, Curly, I tried to tell you.” 

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“Cullen!”  Tucdela’s voice carried halfway across Skyhold on the icy winter air. “Vhenaaaaaaaan!” 

He opened the door to cull Tucdela’s off-beat, relentless knocks--though she should have known that the latch hadn’t been drawn. 

One look at her and he wondered how she’d even made it across the bridge between Solas’ veranda--where she’d inevitably cut through--to his office without staggering off the edge. 

In the time since he’d fled their card came, naked and ashamed, Varric had clearly concocted some other scheme that involved drinking. And lots of it. Tucdela tumbled against his chest as he pulled her inside, closing the door against the cold air. 

She gripped his long sleeved sleep shirt in her hands, leaning back against the closed door so she could look up at him with round eyes. She blinked repeatedly, doing her best to focus on him.   

“I wanted…well, needed. After the game…” She frowned. “It wasn’t nice of them to trick you like that.” 

Cullen chuckled, stepping back enough so that she wasn’t boxed in against the door. She followed after him, clumsily hoisting herself up onto his desk.

“It wasn’t trickery, it was betting.” He reminded her.  If there was one thing Cullen knew the Dalish and humans shared, it was their ability to bet in both creative ways and things. 

Tucdela tilted her head to the side, inspecting him from beneath her lashes. She kicked her feet back and forth, idle movement that was a tell that she was rolling something around in her mind. 

He went over to lean one hand on the desk, the other running from her hip up her side. Pressing a kiss first to her cheek, then to the corner of her mouth he teased, “Is someone perhaps a little fussed about the whole Inquisition seeing their commander’s bare bottom?” 

He was the one fussed by it, but Tucdela’s skin went hot beneath his lips regardless. 

“No.” She huffed, whatever other protest she had fading into a pleased sigh as he kissed her on the lips this time. 

His own drink-fuzzed mind caught on what she’d called from outside the door. 

“You called me something different, out there.” He rolled the elven word around in his mind before letting it roll off his tongue, murmuring it against her lips,  “Vhenan. What does that mean?” 

Tucdela went rigid, pulling back to stare at him. 

If drink had turned her complexion rosy, his question turned her beat red all the way up to the tips of her ears. 

“It’s…hm.” She started, then stopped, staring at him with a helpless expression. “I shouldn’t have…hm.” 

Cullen grinned, kissing her cheek, “It can’t be that bad. Please tell me?” 

He wasn’t expecting it when Tucdela scooted to the edge of the desk, looped her arms around him, and buried her face in his neck. He felt her breath across his skin rather than heard her when she murmured something. 

Running a hand through her hair, he tried to crane his head to look at her. She tugged herself closer, as if she could disappear into his skin. 

“I didn’t hear that.” he pressed. 

Tucdela groaned, lifting her head just enough from his neck to say, as though the words were being dragged from her by force, “Vhenan. Ma vhenan. An endearment.” 

Though he’d attempted to learn more elven since he and Tucdela had begun as friends in Haven, the reason for her embarrassment eluded him. 

“Endearments aren’t…bad?” he struggled for any cultural courting differences he knew off the top of his head, finding none. “I don’t mind them.” 

Tucdela muttered something else and after he hummed curiously once again she shoved herself back to look at him. Mostly, look at him, she still seemed intent to stare at the weave of his shirt rather than his eyes.

"Ma vhenan means 'my heart', is the best translation I can think of. I uhm...haven't called anyone that before. It feels serious, and I just...didn'tknowifyouwantedthat."

She forced the latter part of her sentence out in one breath then bit her lip, eyes darting between his face and back to his shirt.

There were a lot of things that Cullen could bring up, should bring up about how hopelessly serious he considered himself about them. A whole slew of serious, ever since Haven, before he'd ever dared to have any sort of acknowledged feelings about her.

He couldn't put any of that into words, so instead he cupped her cheeks and kissed her again, hoping that maybe that would get some kind of point across.

From the breath of relief Tucdela breathed between kisses, and then way she knotted her fingers into the fabric of his shirt to pull him closer, it worked well enough.