#cullen romance

[inquisiorastoria]

this time on: RUTHERFORD, IN NAME ONLY

In which Commander and Inquisitor clash, again, and would like it on record that they still hate each other. ✨Rutherford, In Name Only - Chapter 2 now on A03! ✨ tags for the homies ily pookies: @aetherflowers @bibutterflies @carako @couchieslayer @dogot @dragonagedorks @inquisiorastoria @loreofthedasposts @opheliatrevelyan @priya-san @theluckywizard @tired-truffle @tpseudonana

[animezinglife]

I wonder if Cullen's confidence in his romance with the Inquisitor would improve if he knew one male alternative would leave her naked in a barn after not revealing his true real identity, another would betray her/the Inquisition entirely before removing the arm he's at fault for destroying, and another still would slap her ass in a public courtyard (full of people she leads).

Cullen.

Sweetheart.

You're doing great.

[dogot]

Dragon Age Kiss Week: Another One!

Hey, I managed a second one-shot! Another combined prompt, this is for Day Four: Exploration and Day Six: Mourning.

Scar Tissue

Rating: Mature

Pairing: Cullen Rutherford x F! Lavellan

Word Count: 2,211

Notable Tags: POV Cullen Rutherford, Flashbacks, Cullen Rutherford Has Issues, Hurt/Comfort, Battle Scars Discussion, Post-Coital Pillow Talk, Implied/Referenced Torture, Mage-Templar Relationships, Name Undefined Inquisitor (Dragon Age), Kissing It Better, Cullen Rutherford in Love, Almost Smut, Cullen Rutherford's Lip Scar, Lorebuilding

"Was this an arrow wound?"

Her hands were playing softly over the skin of Cullen's arm as they dozed together in the fading light pouring in from an open balcony door. Safely ensconced in her quarters and happily tangled up in each other in the afterglow of her return to Skyhold, he could scarce understand how he'd earned the good fortune to be here—laying abed with his lover in his arms. Lavellan's lithe body curled into his, her head tucked under his chin and her leg thrown easily over his hip, their sweat-damp skin cooling from the faintest movement of chill mountain air from outside. Her slender fingers toyed with the golden hair on his arm, utterly fascinated as she was by the myriad differences between human and elven bodies. How amusing was her wonder, how endearing!

Cullen looked to the diamond-shaped scar in question halfway up his bicep.

"Yes, it was," he smoothed his palm over her hip as he spoke, because even he could admit that moments like this—touches like this—had been what he missed most while Lavellan was away, "That is from my first field outing, after my assignment to Ferelden Circle. One of the mage apprentices there had a knack for… well. Perhaps that's a tale for another time. Needless to say, the other greenhorn knight who came with us could have stood for much more practice before declaring herself an archer."

Her smile crinkled the corners of her vibrant eyes, setting her willowy vallaslin to dancing. It warmed him through to see it.

"Are all of your scars accompanied by similar stories?"

He hummed and focused on the smooth, warm skin under his hand; petted her from her ribs to just under the curve of her bottom. All of this, it still felt so new to him, so fragile. Like this kind of intimacy was not really meant for one such as him. Like he was taking advantage, an interloper on someone else's deserved happiness. He recognized, however, that this was the shadow of guilt and regret still clinging to him; still serving him falsehoods. And that was a start.

All the more reason to revel in, indulge in, and adore her need to touch.

Or was it his closely-held wish to be touched?

While he often marveled at the notion—and occasionally disbelieved it—he was beginning to understand he was truly wanted here, wanted by this beautiful, incorrigible, inexplicable woman. The heavy, earthen scent of lovemaking lingered in the close air around them, the heat and damp of her sex still palpable against his thigh. If he could burn a memory into his psyche so that it might never leave him, it would be this moment.

"Most of them, yes. I imagine it depends on whether I can remember how I got them anymore. Some are very old."

And some I do not wish to remember.

Lavellan propped herself up in his arms. "Could I ask you about some of them? I have guesses for a few, and I'm just so curious!"

"Of course, sweetling," he swallowed, "but I should warn you, many of the stories are… unpleasant in their nature."

"I know, vhenan, but aren't battle scars ever thus?"

"Well…"

The unease in his belly was surprising. Lavellan knew much of his life already, in broad strokes at least; even his ugliest secrets—his weakest, most cowardly, most shameful moments. Nothing he had shared with her so far had sent her running, so why did the fear persist? Would a more specific examination of his faults and deficiencies really give her pause? Turn her cold? Make her hate him the way he sometimes believed she ought? Would they row the way they did in Haven?

"How about this. If I ask about a scar and you'd rather not tell the story, you can pass and I'll move on. And you can ask me a question, if you want. I've got a few scars of my own, you know."

"Oh, I'm well aware," he laughed, "I am made to learn of your injuries via field reports." Cullen breathed in a centering breath. "Alright," he smiled softly, "The proposal seems fair. Where would you like to begin?"

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/89970321

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[inquisiorastoria]

soooo I've decided to start posting a new fic..... 🙈 A lil backstory! This is originally the fic I wanted to write for my Inky/Cullen, but I was convinced I couldn't do it justice. A year later I am still stuck in DA hell so I thought I might as well take a crack at it, turns out, I was able to crank out 41k words for a decent backlog, so here we are! I hope to post regularly here since I have so much written already! if you're a fan of any of these tropes....you might like what I got going on in my fic!

art by meeee Check out: Rutherford, In Name Only on A03!

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[lyssarah]

Cullen Rutherford, the man you are…

[sillyanonymousgoose]

More Adeline and Cullen love. Post DLC.

[lyssarah]

Cullen & Evelyn: Love is Garden

They say that life is short and love is like a garden You rip through all the weeds to find 'til death departed The diggin', it gets harder for the broken-hearted You plant the seeds in hopes that something starts

And lasts. Forever. And grow together. Let the past untether. For worse or better. It makes you feel alive.

This is a snippet of a long edit I've been working on for the past 3 months, I don't know when it will be ready, only that I love doing edits like this...

On a side note, this is one of the most Cullen Coded song's I've ever heard 🥹