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Prompt: Fragrance

My share for the Xenon's mystery chest event. hosted by the 14DALOVERS comunity

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A cup of vanilla fragrance tea and a vanilla flower are a way for Commander Cullen to feel close to his Diana

[jacklyn-flynn]

Hello friends! At @jellysharkbat's request and @kemvee's permission, I'm posting the birthday present I wrote for her! It's full of smut, witty banter and roleplaying. You can read it here on AO3 and I'll be putting a sneak peek under the cut to entice you to click the link and kudos/comment!

Much <3 and lemons,

Jacks

“Your money or your life, Lord Cullen Stanton Rutherford.” Her soft voice seemed to tickle his spine, sending a shiver down it.

“I’m not a Lord, just a Ser,” he corrected quickly.

“Pity. The coaches of fat noblemen and their vapid wives are where the real money is found.” She climbed the single step into the coach and sat down across from him. Crossing one slim leg over the other, she rested the flat of her blade against his thigh, the point uncomfortably close to his groin. Subtle, but effective. He wasn’t going to risk moving anywhere.

“Are you her?” Cullen asked, keeping himself from eyeing her lithe form from top to bottom and back up again. “The Highwaywoman of Haven?”

With an amused grin, she sat forward. Instinctively, he felt his stomach tighten though the tip of her sword didn’t move. “Is that what they’re calling me these days? It’s certainly more flattering than what they called me in the Free Marches. You Fereldens are so polite.”

“You aren’t what I expected,” he admitted, smiling easily despite his current predicament.

“I would suggest that you consider your words very carefully before you tell me what you were expecting.” Her voice had an edge of laughter that made his chest tighten.

And made his cock twitch.

“I expected a gruff, abrasive woman who needed a mask to hide a homely face, not a beautiful one.” The scar over his lip ticked up at his grin.

“Polite and flattering,” she exclaimed with clear amusement, “the real question is, Ser Rutherford; are you rich?”

He feigned disappointment with a quick shake of his head. “Unfortunately, gentle Highwaylady, I am but a humble, retired Templar borrowing a friend’s lavish coach.”

She clicked her tongue and sucked air through her teeth with a disappointed hiss. “Oh, that is quite unfortunate for you. Politeness doesn’t buy food and flattery isn’t as pretty as a jewel.”

Cullen had forgotten about the proximity his jewels had to her finely honed blade during their easy banter but it came crashing back to the forefront of his mind. “Perhaps I could offer something else?”

Some of the jovial playfulness left her face. “Yet another time for you to choose your words carefully, handsome.”

[novamm66]

Red Sky in the Morning - Chapter 12 - Cut and Run

Fuck me silly.

Kiaya started to hyperventilate as she stared up at the scar in the sky. She could hear Solas and Vivienne giving the final rundown of instructions to the mages, every word making her panic worse.

This is going to hurt so much.

I can’t do this.

She tore her eyes away from the breach as she desperately searched for a way out. Her gaze was arrested by the commander, standing by the entrance to the crater, guarding their backs. His eyes met hers across the distance and he smiled at her: a real smile, genuine and caring. Kiaya felt a calm wash over her panic, and she only jumped a little when Cassandra touched her arm.

“Are you ready?” The Seeker’s tone was soft, pitched low so only Kiaya could hear her.

“Not even a little bit.” The mark sparked on her hand. It seemed agitated being this close to the breach again, like hot worms under the skin of her hand. It was not a pleasant feeling, and one that Kiaya was sure was about to get a lot worse.

Cassandra’s reply was halted by Solas coming to their side. “When you are ready, we are set to begin.” Solas looked confident as he smiled at Kiaya. She struggled to smile in return and nodded.

I want to run.

Kiaya turned and walked towards the Breach.

---

The celebration had started before they had even gotten back to the village. Everyone had seen the breach close, and everyone’s spirits had risen as the hanging threat lifted. Cullen, however, was uneasy.

Cullen had spent the evening trying to think of something to say to Kiaya. He knew he wanted to say something, but he just wasn’t sure what. The opportunity never really presented itself anyway. Kiaya was in great demand, everyone wanting to speak to her, and Cullen had lost track of her quickly. He didn’t feel up for much merriment himself, so he retired to his tent, where the never-ending stream of paperwork was always waiting for him. It was quite late before he left his desk. The revelry was in full swing, singing and dancing around the bonfires throughout the town while the drink flowed liberally.

Cullen felt some of his tension drain. The happiness around him was infectious. What are you worried about? Everything is fine. And it all appeared to be. His attention was caught by the boisterous laughter of children and he turned to see Kiaya sitting on the ground, a little girl in her lap, telling a story. As Cullen drew closer he could see shapes floating in the air in front of her, illustrating the pirate story she was telling. No one in the small group noticed as he approached, too engrossed in the story, and he stopped just shy of the firelight so he wouldn’t interrupt.

The tiny figures, made from water drops, shone and sparkled in the firelight. The eyes of the children were wide as they watched, and Kiaya looked more relaxed then he had ever seen her.

The children cheered when the sea captain defeated the monster, saved his ship and sailed off into the sunset, the boat puffing into steam when it reached the fire. A clamour ensued, every child wanting another story, and a few of the adults too.

“Alright, that’s enough everyone, it is well past bedtime and the Herald has other things to do.” A matronly mage, who had been sitting among the children, rose to her feet. Every child, all young mages Cullen realized, gave Kiaya a hug before running off towards the tent city the mages occupied just outside of Haven’s walls.

Kiaya sighed as she watched them run, then began to struggle to her feet. Cullen moved forward, offering his hand, “That was wonderful.”

Kiaya yelped and lost her balance, plopping back to the ground.

“I am sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you,” Cullen stammered an apology.

She laughed, and accepted his outstretched hand, “Serves me right for not paying attention.”

“They really loved your story,” Cullen said as he smoothly pulled her to her feet.

“Who doesn’t love a pirate yarn?” Kiaya’s grin was downright cheeky.

“You really are good with children you know.” Cullen smiled down at her.

Kiaya snorted. “Sometimes. Kids are easy. I’m blunt and honest and they like that. Adults, not so much.”

They were standing very close together. Kiaya’s face was tilted back, catching the light of the moons in her eyes, her smile soft and warm as she gazed up at him. Cullen was acutely aware that her hand was still enclosed in his.

“I wanted to say before,” Cullen’s voice dropped low, even though they were mostly alone at the moment, “today, at the temple you were amazing.” Maker, I sound like a fool. “And before that, with everything you have done, how hard you have worked to help…”

“Commander.” The voice of a messenger interrupted him and Cullen straightened quickly as he suddenly realized he was leaning into her, and stepped back. Kiaya’s hand clung to his until the last possible second before letting go.

Cullen returned the man’s salute, barely listening as the man informed him of a drunken fight among some of his soldiers. A stupid issue, but one that needed his immediate attention. He dismissed the messenger before turned back to Kiaya.

“I am sorry. I need to deal with this, but can we speak again? Later?” Cullen silently berated himself at the wistfulness he could hear in his own voice, but it was completely forgotten as joy spread across Kiaya’s face.

“I would like that, very much.” Kiaya blushed. “And thank you, Cullen. For what you said before. It means a lot, to me.” Her words were rushed, and it looked like she was going to say more, but instead, she smiled at him before whirling around and headed up towards the Chantry.

Regretfully, Cullen watched her go before heading in the opposite direction.

—-

The alarm bell had Kiaya bolting down the stairs she had just wearily climbed up. From her spot in front of the Chantry, she had a terrifying view of the number of torches that sprang up across the valley. Whoever was out there, there was a lot of them.

Panic was everywhere, everyone was caught off guard, and Kiaya was fighting against the tide of people to get to the main gate. The gates were closed when she got there, the commander barking orders to his soldiers. Everyone else looked tense and confused.

“What’s going on?” Josie sounded scared.

“I don’t know.” Kiaya panted for breath. “We have to get everyone in the walls.” She moved towards the gate.

Before anyone could respond, a knock sounded at the door.

“Open! I can’t come in if you don’t open.”

—-

Kiaya’s ears were still ringing from the explosion of the oil drums; they had narrowly managed to get away in time. Her lungs burned as she gasped for breath, looking around the Chantry. There were so few survivors, and many of them were wounded. Many people were crying or praying and all Kiaya could think of were the tiny bodies of the children littering the snow. I have to save them.

She moved over to Cullen who was standing at the open doors, ushering in more survivors. “Cullen, we have to do something.”

His amber eyes were filled with desperation, but his response was halted by Roderick and the strange boy limping through the doors.

Kiaya’s mind raced and struggled as Roderick told them of the one chance that could save everyone. Cullen was speaking, saying that they would still be overrun if they couldn’t delay the Templar army and the archdemon until Kiaya interrupted him.

“Can you lead them, Rodrick? Show them the way? If we give you time?” At the older man’s affirmative Kiaya whirled around, calling to her companions. “Cass, you, Dorian, Sera and Varric go with the chancellor. Make sure the way is safe. Find Blackwall and Master Harritt, if you can.” The two men were hopefully halfway up the mountain with the horses. “Solas, Bull, Vivienne, ready yourselves to go back out. We are heading for the upper trebuchet.”

The hall erupted in chaos as everyone leapt to act. Kiaya watched for a moment, desperately trying to memorize her friends’ faces.

“Kiaya,” She blinked at the sound of Cullen’s voice. She had forgotten he was next to her. “You don’t- “

Kiaya interrupted him, turning and gripping his arm. “Your plan will work, Cullen. We can bury them. When the others get back here, bar the doors and get everyone as high up the valley as you can and send up a signal. I will buy you as much time as I can.”

She stared at him as he nodded, relief at his understanding quickly overwhelmed by regret. She started to turn away when his hand trapped hers on his forearm. “Maybe- “

She couldn’t think of anything to say to him, every possibility threatening to rupture the control of herself that she needed to keep moving. Kiaya squeezed his hand, feeling the warmth of his fingers even though his gloves.

“Boss, here.” Kiaya dropped her hand and turned away to accept the full potions pouch Bull was holding for her. She refilled hers as she moved toward the door.

“Let’s go have some fun, Bull.”

—-

Cullen waited. He stood at the door, which had been left just enough ajar to give him a view of the courtyard without being noticeable. He couldn’t see much through the smoke and ash.

“Commander.” Rylen appeared at his side, “We have removed the prisoners and they are on their way out. Most of the survivors are clear of the passageway now. Leliana is watching from the ridge above.”

“Good. Thank you” Cullen acknowledged his second's report.

The two men stood in silence, waiting while the minutes ticked by.

Suddenly, a movement in the haze caught Cullen’s attention as three dark shapes dashed into the courtyard, making a beeline for the Chantry door. Cullen and Rylen jumped to open it, and then closed and barred the door behind them. Iron Bull was covered in blood and breathing hard, and Enchanter Vivienne and Solas were looking drained and exhausted. Cullen couldn’t fight the disappointment that arose that Kiaya wasn’t with them, even though he knew she hadn’t intended to come back.

The only thing he could do was get the signal up. He turned and led the way towards the passageway out of the Chantry. Their pace quickened until the group was running down the passage, their footsteps echoing so that it sounded like the armies of the fade where right on their heels.

Cullen emerged from the passage mouth into the valley beyond. It was surreal how peaceful it was, the stars shining above in a clear sky. He looked to the ridge that rose behind him, and he could see Leliana silhouetted there against the glow of the fires below.

“Rylen,” Cullen’s voice rang with command, “Start moving the survivors further up the valley. We can’t be sure that we are far enough away.”

Rylen saluted and quickly moved to follow orders. Cullen didn’t spare another glance before he ran up the hill.

“We are clear! Send the signal!”

“No.” Leliana’s voice cut across his words. “We can’t send it yet.” The spymaster was staring through an eyeglass at the village below.

“Why? She’s alone down there!” Cullen could feel his rage starting to build.

“Kiaya’s not alone.” Leliana’s voice didn’t sound happy. “And she can’t see the signal at the moment.”

Cullen growled in frustration as he turned around, ready to go search for his own spyglass, but was stopped by Bull who was holding one in his outstretched hand.

Cullen thanked him quickly as he turned back to the valley and raised the glass to his eye. It took a moment for him to locate the northern trebuchet through the smoke but when he found it, his blood turned to ice.

Kiaya knelt on the snow between the archdemon and the red lyrium monster he had seen before with Samson. The mark on her hand was active and she was writhing on the ground. Leliana was correct: a signal now would only alarm the enemy and Cullen could do no more than watch as the monster wrenched Kiaya from the ground.

Tense moments passed as no one on the ridge made a sound. Cullen’s eye stayed glued to the glass. Both he and Leliana gasped as they watched Kiaya get thrown into the trebuchet and collapse on the platform.

Please get up.

Cullen’s heart leapt for joy as he watched her pull herself to her feet.

“Fire.”

“Now.” Both their commands rang out together, and relief flooded Cullen as he listened to the arrow whoosh through the air. He kept his glass trained on the scene down below. He saw Kiaya straighten as she tracked the signal. Cullen wished he was close enough to hear what was said, but he could see the determination on her face as she gripped a sword much too big for her to wield. He heard Leliana hiss through her teeth when Kiaya kicked out at the leaver.

He ground his teeth as he watched her run. He couldn’t tell where she was going; maybe she didn’t know herself. He heard the shot hit the mountain, and he could feel the ground shake as the avalanche picked up speed.

“Maker give her strength,” he whispered.

“And speed,” Leliana responded, the only one close enough to hear him.

“No!” Cullen’s view was suddenly cut by the arch demon’s wing as it took off. He snapped the glass down and his eyes fought to refocus on the distance. Seconds later the snow barrelled over the town, enveloping buildings and putting out fires.

Suddenly, it was a very dark, the smoke obscuring the light of the moons and all light from the battle doused. But they could hear the booming thunder as the avalanche continued.

“We have to move, now. We don’t know how far it will reach.” Leliana sounded shaken and Cullen nodded in response, unable to tear his eyes away from the valley below. He stood still as he listened to her issue commands and the others moved away, but he couldn’t find the will to leave.

“Cullen.” Leliana appeared at his side again. “She knew what she was doing.”

He whirled to face her, staring at her hard. “How does that make it better?” He growled.

When she didn’t answer he turned and stalked up the hill.

If you would like to read from the beginning here is the Master Post.

Or if you prefer, Archive Link is Here

Likes and Reblogs are always welcome and if you enjoyed it I would love to know!

[felrend]

How Your Muse and Their Love Interest Sleep

I was tag by the wonderful @windysuspirations and @laraslandlockedblues! Thanks ladies!!

Willow and Cullen

Usually they both enjoy the comforts of her bed, taking full advantage of how big it is and always forgetting to thank Josephine for going above and beyond for a little comfort. Their night starts off with being wrapped in each other’s arms, staying awake a little longer so they can enjoy each other. These quiet moments always feel few and far between so they must take advantage of the time they can spend just being Willow and Cullen. They talk about anything but the Inquisition; from Cullen’s favourite breed of dog to one day Willow finally being able to cook him a proper meal. The pair could talk for hours until finally drifting off to sleep and some how rolling to either side of the bed until morning comes. Most days Willow wakes up first to find Cullen sprawled on his stomach and face buried in the pillow. She never has the courage to wake him though, only curling up closer until he wraps his arms around her to hold her tight to his side. She loves being the little spoon.

But on the long nights where Cullen is held up in his office and she’s just returning from a daunting trip, Willow will climb the latter to his small space he thinks is a room and curls up behind him, holding him close to her chest so he knows that they are both safe. Her hand always resting above his heart in case he wakes in a panic.

Sara and Jaal

Jaal quickly becomes infactuated with Ryder’s room, relishing in their pre-bed ritual that becomes their own. He always tugs Ryder into his lap, massaging her head and then slowly making his way down her arms until she practically falls into his chest. He would do anything for his Darling One and any moment she can spare him is a cherished one. She always tells him how much she loves him before slugging her way to the bed, typically dragging him with her. Jaal would never want to be anywhere else but by her side. He’s careful not to weigh her down with his large frame, but she loves having him on top of her. It’s comforting, the feel of his breath and his unique scent engulfing her senses. Her one leg always wrapped around his and she enjoys how his hands wander. Ryder likes to sleep in nothing but her undies, a shirt on the night stand just in case. And honestly, Jaal has no complaints either. His hand is usually cupping a breast as he falls asleep, he especially likes it when she moves his hand to her side and her laughter when he places it right back where it belongs.

Did I do this right? Lol

Once I’m done with Dragon Age Origins I’ll do one for Alistair and Talia.

Hmm I’ll tag @ocean-in-my-rebel-soul @xxinquisiladyxx @a-shakespearean-in-paris @gugle1980 @thirstfortemplars @cullenvhenan @jaalamadarav @hawke-said-sarcastically @terriblush @avaquetv2 @masseffectjaal

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And the World Moved Forward: The Heaven’s Wrath

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Cassandra and Leliana were actually harder to draw then I thought

So I’ve decided to draw a full on comic for my characters Rosalyn and Abigale character’s I created due to @dragonagecompanionsreact​ reaction of a single parent. I loved this idea a little bit too much as you can see. XD

Hope you like it!

[felrend]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 3/? Fandom: Dragon Age: Inquisition Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Female Inquisitor/Cullen Rutherford, Cullen Rutherford/Female Trevelyan, Dorian Pavus/Female Trevelyan Characters: Original Inquisitor, Willow Trevelyan, Cullen Rutherford, Dorian Pavus Additional Tags: first fic Summary:

Chapter 3!! A little angst in this one! 😉

[yinyangswings]

And the World Moved Forward

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A Trevelyan in pratically name only, Rosalyn Trevelyan has been on her own for five years, traveling through Thedas and raising her daughter, Abigale, the best of her abilities and resources. Deciding to go to the Conclave to see the future of Thedas, Rosalyn awakes to a world torn apart surrounded by smoke, ash, and a destroyed Temple. And as she awakes to fire and dust, she enters a path that could either shape and change Thedas, leading it into the future... Or destroy it entirely.

So I’ve decided to draw a full on comic for my characters Rosalyn and Abigale character’s I created due to @dragonagecompanionsreact​ reaction of a single parent. I loved this idea a little bit too much as you can see. XD

Hope you like it!

Kudos to @letsbecosmicfriendsforever for noticing that I unintentionally remade the cover for the fame itself XD

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