An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
I just wanted to remind everyone before I head off that I have all my little one-shots of my Modern/ Gamer AU together here~ There’s some NSFW and mostly Cullen x Amelia, but I plan on adding more pairings soon! Figuring out my Warden x Alistair and even eventually exploring my Hawke x Anders c:
So lets see if I get some creative juices flowing lol
Tags: Alternate Universe- Modern Setting, Gamer AU - Freeform, Warcraft reference, slight language, First Kiss, NSFW, Public Blow Jobs, Masturbation, One-Shots, Vaginal Fingering, Teasing, Cocky Cullen, Humor, prompts
Cullen Rutherford has a problem. A pretty big problem if you were to ask him. A problem he could have easily avoided, yet here he is.
Maker have mercy, he doesn't even know what she looks like! Yet he has already started having fantasies that involve the woman on the other end of the computer screen. Dangerous fantasies.
Sometimes he's kissing her- kissing her! - senseless up against a wall, her small frame (if she's small) pinned under his larger self.
Needful, hungry, both grabbing one another and holding on for dear life as he swallowed her sighs. Her hands are everyone on him: his chest, his arms, at the nape of his neck playing with his curls. His hands stay on her hips like their glued on, and he used his hips to pin her.
There's another one, the other fantasy: Her and him sitting on a bench. It's cold, he can tell so by the way her breath forms a little fog near her mouth. His eyes flutter down to her lips and back to her eyes, she smiles, scoots closer.
Cullen takes her jaw gently in his hands, and leans down capturing her lips with his own, hoping his warmth transfers to her somehow. He imagines her lips to be sweet, soft, inviting like a warm fire almost.
Cullen likes the second one more.
But it’s only a matter of time. He can’t help that her voice is the most heavenly song in this world, he can’t help that he’s been wanting to meet her for months now.
Andraste preserve him; Cullen thinks he’s in love!
There’s a little beep, then a ring. Cullen had been staring at the screen for a good time now, Amelia’s icon flashing in front of him. Perhaps he should ignore it, pretend he was away; saving himself from hearing her sweet, gentle, light Ferelden voice –
Cullen shakes his head. “Pathetic.” He muttered to himself.
Before he could press accept, Amelia had ended the call. It really was pathetic that his heart sunk as her name faded from the screen.
…….
Rumble with the Bumble: Cullen? You there? I wanted to ask you something.
He had to come up with an excuse.
Cullen Rutherford: Sorry I was away, headache is really bad today.
Great. Good going Cullen. Now she’s going to feel sorry, why did he have to add that last bit –
Rumble with the Bumble: Oh, I’m sorry. I can ask tomorrow if you need some time?
Cullen Rutherford: No please, perhaps talking will help distract me.
Rumble with the Bumble: Alright, if you’re sure.
Cullen Rutherford: I am :-)
Her name flashed on the screen again, and this time he didn’t hesitate.
“How you feeling Cullen? Is it really bad today? Did you take the Elfroot pain killers I mentioned?”
Cullen felt almost guilty at the concern from her voice.
“I did, well I mean I will. It seems to be dying down now.”
“Oh good. I’ll be honest; I was a little worried.” Amelia lets out a nervous breathy laugh and Cullen copies her because really? Her laugh is contagious.
“I’m fine now, don’t worry.” He smiles even though he knows she can’t see it. “So what did you need to ask?”
He hears her clear her throat, and suddenly her tone shifts, almost shy and reserved. Completely not like her and he thinks something is automatically wrong.
“Well… me and my guild- well friends, they are friends- we do this annual thing where we pick a mutual place and we meet up. Have fun, eat stuff and all that…”
Cullen hears her gulp, and suddenly his heart is in his ears. He can’t hear her, yet he knows what her next words were: Do you want to join us this year?
He stutters, more out of surprise. “Join you?” He asks, pretending to need more info.
“Yes.” She answers back within a heartbeat. “I know it might seem like a crazy thing, but I, I would really like to meet you Cullen. And this is perfect. That is… if you want to?”
“Yes!” He clears his throat not at all a little embarrassed. “Yes Amelia, I would love to.”
Cullen’s smile widens to her little private “yay” and suddenly he hears papers shuffling and what sounds like pens in a cup being moved. The fact she sounds like in a rush makes his heart flutter just a bit, and that little voice telling him: She wants to meet me.
“Okay Cullen you still there?” She asks with a giddy tone.
Cullen nods, but remembers she can’t see. “Of course.” He chuckles.
“Good. Okay so we are meeting at that Hotel up in the Frostback mountains –“
“Skyhold?”
“Yeah, that’s the place… Dorian said he wanted to go there, and since he’s Guild leader he makes the choices.” Amelia snorts at it. “I wanted somewhere warm. You would think a Tevinter would want somewhere warm too, but eh.” Cullen imagines that she shrugs her shoulders.
“When is it?” He asks grabbing a paper and pen.
“In about 3 weeks. It gives everyone enough time to get the plane tickets or drive down there. Also pack at least a weeks’ worth of clothes, and bring a big coat or something. Last time we were there, there was a huge blizzard and we ended up stuck for 3 days.” She chuckled.
“You got it. So how are you getting there? Plane?”
“No.” She breathes, sounded almost exhausted suddenly. “Spent almost all my extra money buying new furniture for my new apartment and moving out of Kirkwall. I’ll be driving down there, taking the Imperial Highway to Haven then taking the special bus.”
“Sounds fun.” He said sarcastically and was pleased when he heard her sing song laugh.
“Oh I’m sure it will be.” She throws back at him.
Amelia sighs. Not an exhausted sigh, but it almost sounded like she was relieved to tell him this. “That was everything I wanted to say. I’ll see you in a few days then?”
“Yes. Is it weird to say I can’t wait to finally meet you?”
Amelia chuckles. “If it is, then I’m guilty of it as well. I’ve been wanting to meet for weeks Cullen. I hope that’s not weird?”
“No, no, not at all.” Cullen tells her sweetly.
“Well, Good night Cullen~”
“Good night Amelia.”
The calls ends and Cullen can finally get up, stretch, and jump for joy! There’s so much to plan! Should he buy new clothes? Should definitely get a new coat. He opens a new tab, looking up flight times. He could take the flight going to Honnleath then a few buses the rest of the way. He won’t be able to buy the newest FPS he’s been saving up for –
He shakes his head. It will go on sale or the price will be cut in half at some point, it isn’t the end of the world.
Cullen yawns and laughs to himself. “I think it’s time for bed.” He murmurs, pushing himself away from the desk. Stretching his back till it pops before turning in for the night. But to be fair, he’s not getting any sleep any time soon.
I was tagged by @queenmelisende to do this writing thing lmao
Rules: 5 minutes of writing. No outlines, no editing. Just write. Then tag 10 writers to do the same. (pretty much everyone has been tagged so do it if you want lmao)
She missed the golden color of his hair, the way the sun hit those amber eyes, his smile. She lived for that smile. There were days, not even where she didn’t miss him. There was so much, yet none. He didn’t glow like he used to, and didn’t stand tall like the proud warrior he was.
No he would just look out that small window, perhaps trying to remember what time the sun went down, or if he left something in the wrong place.
Both knew the cost his life would take, yet she hoped the Maker would’ve been kind. Given him something in return for once. What did he do to deserve such fate? To forget the face of the person he loved? To forget everything that happened in this life that left too short now.
No, she would always wonder if she would ever see those eyes shine the way they used too, maybe she’d see the flush in his cheeks when he looked at her.
But for now, all his wife saw, all she felt was the quiver in his lip, questioning who she was. And knowing full well, she’d never see that golden smile again.
If you were to tell her she's be married to a man who worshiped her more than the people even worship their damn Maker, she would have laughed in your face, turn and walk away still laughing. That was not the fate of a pretty noble girl, no. She was to be married to a wealthy man, off to secure positions for her family, to bare that mans children. But that's not the plan the Maker had for her was it? No if that was the case she would not have taken up the sword, or the dagger and trained for hours on end. She would not have gone to that conclave, she would not have burning tingling pain in her left arm as the sinister green glow would emanate from it. She would not be charge of a bunch of Rebels, leader of an army perhaps larger than any that came before. No if she was to be married off. that clearly wasn't the makers plan for her. So one would say it's ironic that she is. here she is, white dress, dainty little shoes, and her hands in the hands of a man- her man, her commander. he's said it so many times, but has she? has she told him she worships him like the sun? that the nights are not so long and the days are oh so much brighter now thanks to him? She beams and she smiles and she cries, because she owes this man everything, yet he doesn't even know the true extent of it. And now she has all the time in the world to tell him.
After receiving a letter from her parents involving an arranged marriage of their daughter, Amelia ends up making a trip up to the Free Marches, and with her Commander tagging along things don't exactly go the way either imagined.And It's only thanks to the one sane person that things ever get sorted out.
I don’t know if anyone cares but i’ve managed to finish the next chapter and its NSFW. i’m currently editing it. *politely shoves this away* i feel like an ass for advertising this ...
The day had been long; so long. But they did it, they won. Shepard did it, actually kicked the Reapers ass. So much had been at stake, so many lives had been lost to a cause that should have never been so difficult to gain help for.
But Shepard did it, bruised, broken, but not beaten, Stood next to their friends, watched as cities rebuilt and people returned to their lives. Heard the final words in their head, played in a loop, because for the first time, Shepard felt they earned the words.
As the day grew on, Amelia could only run those three words in her mind; I don't love her. How could he not love her? After all this time, after all that. Was it a show? A ploy because he didn't want to hurt her?
Yes she kissed him first, but did he not kiss her back? Did he not lean forward the second time and kiss her back?
A fool. That's what she was thinking to herself. "Amelia, you blubbering fool. How could you fall for such an act when it must have been clear to all who saw us together." She was not angry, no. She was broken, disappointed, it felt like her heart had been ripped out at its most vulnerable and tossed to the dogs.
If there was one thing Amelia would never admit, it was she ran from her problems. She ran from the Order when things got too hot, she ran to Ferelden when her brother sent out a search for her. She even wanted to run when the conclave blew up and she was the last one alive. Amelia would never admit it, a trait her family knew all too well.
Her head slammed against the stoned walls just outside the courtyard. As Amelia dragged her body down the wall all she could do was bury her face in her arms. There were not even tears to speak of. Amelia laughed. The whole situation was something she never thought would happen. Why tell her father? Why was he worthy of hearing him speak the truth and not her? Did she; the person who at any rate thought he cared for; not deserve the truth if he was unhappy.
Ungrateful. That what he was. And insane was she. Amelia knew it would turn out to be this way, she always knew, it was inevitable. It’s how all her relationships ended.
At least the fool was not made tranquil like her last. At least he had that going for him.
Amelia finally lifted her head, eyes red, tired and sunken in, years of worry seemingly washing over her in just these last few hours. Spying the training dummies for the castle guard she pushed herself up with determination. The dummies. There she could at least pretend it was Cullen’s face.
Again she laughed to herself. Cullen’s face on the dummies. Maker, it’s been so long since she’d imagine his face on them. To think she would ever imagine his face on them again. It felt like Haven all over again.
At least here people would leave her alone, here at least they knew her all too well.
Would anyone be interested if i did do the thing i wanted? The multi chapter fic of Amelia bringing Cullen to the Trevelyan castle?
Sort of continuation of the flower Drabble from before:
Amelia loves the flowers. no one has ever given her something so simple yet, the meaning behind them means much more then words could ever say.
But Cullen never hands them to her in front of anyone; he wants to keep it a secret as long as humanly possible inside Skyhold. It's not that he is ashamed, far from it. after all, of all the people she could have had, she chose this broken man to love and care for. No, he doesn't want anyone to bother her about it, everything he does is for a reason.
However one day Cullen doesn't wait because he also has a little treat to go along with it. The trip to Ferelden, to his favorite spot and he can't hold down the excitement of telling her. So he pulls out the bouquet which now has roses mixed in. Leliana covers her mouth while Josephine uses the feather of her pen to hide her smile. And of course this is one of the few times Cassandra is at the meeting but she is not making her usually disgruntled groan, she's smiling as well; after all she is a romantic.
Cullen is oblivious at first, all he cares about is the smile on Amelia's face. It's not until Leliana clears her throat when he finally shakes his head and tries to cover his face with the flowers. But Amelia loves them like always and she takes them, gently prying his hands off to take a whiff of the heavenly aroma that always follows. Cullen lets slip about the trip to Ferelden once Amelia orders everyone else out, and he's overjoyed that she would love to go. Cullen actually takes her in his arms and spins them around.
Amelia giggles, laughing as he does so, so he continues to do it because now there is something else Cullen knows and of course he's going to do what ever it takes to keep this woman smiling and laughing.
