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text overlaid atop the dragon age logo that reads, “@cullenlovesmen is one of the loveliest writers in the fandom, and I love how she writes m/m relationships.”
“[Cullen] lowered his hammer and staggered backwards, sighing in exasperation: the umpteenth damaged breastplate sat on his anvil, its dents resistant to remodelling. He would bend it to his will, as he had all the others, but the task seemed neverending; the pile of armour at the end of the smithy seemed to replenish itself - as one plate was done with, he could have sworn another manifested to take its place.”
Blacksmith!Cullen. ‘nuff said, right? Well, you have @cullenlovesmen to thank for the brilliant concept! A Love Long Lost is her romantic, EPIC tale of a post-Inquisition Cullen and a princely Sebastian finding each other after all their hardships and re-tying ties they long thought severed. I LOVE this fic, the sweeping tone of it, the depth of feeling that transpires from each line. Neither Cullen nor Sebastian were ever really on my radar, but this fic is different. Not to mention, T is one of the most supportive and creative people I’ve ever met: both me and the fandom are lucky to have her.
ALL is complete and updates on mondays ;D GO READ IT!
Sebastian Vael, requested by @cullenlovesmen
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
December 15 - Let it Snow - Part 1
Throwing Snowballs
Prompt by: @cullenlovesmen
Cullen stood outside letting the snow fall quietly around him. He loved the peacefulness of it; a reminder to take time to appreciate the world around him.
The crunching of snow nearby allerted him to Alistair’s presence before the first snowball came toward him. Ducking the offending projectile, he rolled behind a tree gathering his own handfuls of snow.
An hour later, with his arms wrapped around Alistair in front of the fire, the soft press of lips doing far more to warm them than the heat of the flames, Cullen thanked the Maker for everything he’d been blessed with.
(100)
15. trembling hands..? 👀❤️
It’s the lyrium, Cullen told himself, as his hands shook in front of him, it’s the lyrium I failed to take yesterday that’s causing this. Not the Knight Commander.
Yet even as he fidgeted unsteadily with the vial on his desk, the young Knight Captain knew it wasn’t true. The Knight Commander had gone mad. Everyone had said so, her own templars had whispered about it for years... but it was only now Cullen was starting to wonder if they were right after all. If, once again, he had put his misplaced faith in a cause he no longer believed in, after all.
The problem was, who was there to step in and act, if the Knight Commander went too far?
His hands trembled further at the thought.
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Last Line/Six Sentences
I really did mean to do Six Sentence Sunday...
tagged by @cullenlovesmen among others, I am sure.
tagging anyone who wants to do the thing this time around!
The last thing I was working on last night was YET STILL MORE sad Sebastian. I promise there are happy moments in Recreate His Worldly Glory.
He had tried to do this for her in Kirkwall. The estate had been full of people, all of them idle as Hawke stayed locked away in her room. It was understood that Anders should be the one to go to her, but Sebastian recalls how he had stared at the door, imagined himself in Anders’ place. There had been any number of good reasons for him to go to her - a man of the Chantry can offer counsel and comfort; a friend who has also lost his family can listen as few others. But they had all felt like excuses, ways to give himself permission to be at her side, to pretend that he had that place in her life, and in the end he kept his distance, perhaps denying them both for his crime of simply wanting it too much.
“Does it ever stop feeling like this?” He whispers.
Cullistair hugs ♥ Commissioned by @cullenlovesmen for the blog icon - Thank you again!
text overlaid atop the dragon age logo that reads "@cullenlovesmen (who also runs @sweetonsebastian) is so kind and smart and just an all-round lovely person to be around! As the captain of the Cullbastian ship, she is a great addition to both the Cullen and Sebastian fandoms and her niceness and supportiveness (and the fact that she writes amazing fic for the ship) is exactly the reason why so many of us are on board!"