#wintersend

[loustica-lucia]

DATV — Happy Wintersend✨— A&L

(Lucanis Dellamorte & Alba de Riva/Rook [he/they])

Cozy days🥰 Baking, crocheting, hugging, kissing & singing~ ♪

Outfit references & textless alt.:

For their general pose/vibe, I took inspo from these doodles from December 2024 ♥

[kbirbpods]

[Podfic Link] | Length: 12 minutes, 32 seconds

Original Work: fighting dragons with you by @andorerso [wintersend on ao3 x]

Rogue One: Cassian/Jyn | Rating: Teen & Up Audiences

Summary: 

Jyn is injured during a dragon fight, and Cassian is not happy about it.

Notes: A fantasy AU for @wanderingjedihistorian !!!

[the-arcane-archivist]

WIP Wednesday

I was tagged by @raflesia65. Thank you!

Working on this year’s Christmas fanfic featuring my Anaia Trevelyan and Cullen Rutherford. This will be set post-Inquisition/Trespasser and in my slight AU end for them. Wanting something fluffy, sweet, cozy and festive, but (as usual) it’ll probably turn into something a little “more” but we’ll see. This is a WIP, so it is subject to change, but happy reading! Planning to have the full fic up by Christmas :)

Rated: Mature

xxx

Cullen woke with a start, though to his growing relief, he found the nightmares that still lingered no longer clung to him as he welcomed the morning. He prayed his jolt hadn't woken Ana but as he reached his hand out to find her and pull her against him, he found her side of the bed empty and the sheets cold. His eyes snapped open at this; rarely did Ana wake before him. Relief washed over him as he found a note atop her pillow written in her elegant script:

Good morning, husband.

I woke to the first snowfall and simply could not go back to sleep for the joy watching the large flakes brought me. What a gift the Maker has given us this holiday eve. I would've woken you but you were sleeping soundly, and I couldn't bear to disturb you.

When you're ready, Maudie and I will be waiting with a nice breakfast.

It was very like Ana: she loved to watch the snow and always found it an occasion to bake something delicious. Stomach rumbling in excitement, Cullen swung his legs off the side of the bed, after pulling the linens off of himself, and stretched.

While he'd never admit as much, he often missed his bed at Skyhold. It'd been firmer and the mattress conformed to his body, alleviating the slight but persistent ache he had in his knees that'd begun after he'd left Kinloch. This bed was a little too soft. But he'd take slightly sore knees if it meant sharing a bed with his wife who preferred a softer mattress. Cullen knew she'd quickly order a new mattress if she knew he woke sore, but for how much better she slept, he'd take it to his grave.

Pressing himself up, he tucked Ana's note in his bedside drawer before crossing into the bath chamber. Checking his reflection, he smoothed his hair before pulling on his heavy nightshirt and making for the door. As soon as he swung it open, the delightful smell of comfort food wrapped itself around Cullen like a warm blanket. Moving down the hall, he took the stairs two at a time, ignoring the protests his knees gave at it.

Crossing through the main living space of their home, he took a moment to admire the holiday decorations as he drew near the kitchen. The numerous pines and spruces covered in silver ribbons and twinkling with tiny mage lights. The wrapped presents beneath. The pine garlands strung on the mantles, tables and over the doors. Wreaths on the windows and mistletoe hanging from the archways. Their home smelled like an evergreen forest and he found that it calmed him. He stepped to the frosted window and looked out the window to the snow-clad fields stretching out before him.

He wasn't sure he'd ever fully adapt to the fact that they were now titled and landed citizens of Ferelden. A gift of thanks from Divine Victoria for their service in the Inquisition to cover over the need for them to move out of Skyhold. While he'd known the amount of sovereigns they'd earned as Commander and Inquisitor, he'd never have imagined they'd be blessed not only in their coffers, but also in what they owned.

He'd been the son of modest farmers who'd owned little beyond the clothes on their backs and the quaint roof over their heads. His family perhaps once noble given their possession of a last name, but long having come from humbler origins. It'd not stopped his parents from giving him and his siblings everything they possibly could—his early education not the least of it.

Now, here he was: Bann Cullen Rutherford.

He'd hated it.

At first.

He'd never desired to be nobility. Nobels had oft been objects of his scorn and contempt for their ability to sit fat in their castles and mansions; contented to look down their nose at the poor common folk who made their way of life possible. It was still the way of most nobles, but he'd found that he did not have to follow suit.

He would not.

Neither would Ana.

They worked their land right alongside their people. Ana had minimal servants and paid those she did employ handsomely well. Cullen had devoted a large portion of the leisure land as well as a building to a clinic for ex-templars wanting to leave the Order and lyrium behind. Those who'd completed the program now comprised the majority of the guards protecting Cullen and Ana's lands and people, or themselves worked as farmhands.

But what had been the most rewarding part—a smile tugging Cullen's mouth as he heard laughter coming from the kitchen—was the ability to lift a weight from his siblings’ shoulders. Under Cullen and Ana, they were freeholders.The relief he saw in Mia's face was enough for the responsibilities of nobility to be worth it. The fact that Ana was the most capable, not to mention humble and modest, lady he'd ever known kept the tension in his neck to a minimum.

The Maker had blessed him, of that, he had no doubt. Saying a quiet prayer of thanks, he pressed the kitchen door open to a picturesque sight:

Upon the work table was a near feast: buttered eggs, crispy bacon, fresh bread with herbs, large cinnamon rolls drizzled with frosting, berries with cream, and—his personal favorite—Fereldan scones stuffed with bacon and cheese.

Maudie, the old head cook from Skyhold who’d moved with them at Ana’s invitation, stood next to Ana. His beautiful wife was positively glowing as she smiled broadly at his sisters who were telling them some animated tale. Cullen was certain it was some embarrassing account of his youth, but he was glad for it if it made Ana smile so radiantly. Her hazel-green eyes fell on him and her smile turned to something gentler.

A picture, she was. Mahogany tresses in a braid, a few strands loose to frame her lovely face. A rose-pink robe of silk loose over a matching nightgown complementing her fair skin and hugging her hourglass figure in a way that stirred Cullen's desire. Not that it took much. No greater pleasure had he, nor had he ever known, than to make love with his wife. He loved her so.

Pink filled her cheeks as she noticed the slight tell of his thoughts, setting her eyes sparkling. Despite the blush, she continued to study him as she brought her cup of tea to her full lips. Dane came to greet him then, the great mabari hound demanding attention and breaking Cullen's focus.

"Good morning, Cul," Rosalie greeted, her voice low and soft as it always was. "We're sorry to interrupt your breakfast with Ana, but—"

"But you knew they’d make something delicious given the snowfall," Cullen finished for her, eliciting a bashful grin from his younger sister. Cullen looked to Ana once more. "To be honest, I thought we'd have more guests."

After giving Maudie an affectionate squeeze, Ana came toward him, pressing a mug of hot, black coffee into his hands. She stood on tiptoes to press a kiss to his cheek before murmuring, "Be careful what you wish for, husband. They'll be here shortly."

Cullen bit back a groan. "Maker's breath."

Ana moved past him, looking over her shoulder as his eyes followed her. A brow quirked and a promising smile on her lips she said, "I'm going to change before they arrive." Her eyes, darkening as they did so, looked over him appreciatively. "I suppose you should dress, too."

Cullen missed the knowing glance Maudie and his sisters exchanged behind him before Mia winked at Ana. A silent exchange between the four conspirators to whom the object of their scheme was oblivious.

Gulping down his coffee, not caring that it was hot, Cullen quickly caught up to his wife before scooping her into his arms to carry her up the stairs. As much as he admired the pink nightclothes against her ivory skin that was decorated in constellations of freckles and moles, he far more enjoyed the sight of them in a pile on the floor at the foot of their bed.

Lucky for Bann and Lady Rutherford, their guests were content to start the meal without them.

xxx

Thanks for reading!

Tagging: @animezinglife, @kogarashi-art and @dogot! It doesn’t have to be a writing WIP—can be anything you like (or nothing at all—all fun, no pressure!) :)

[paintedanarchy]

After many many vn play throughs, I finally made the decision to make one myself! Excited to share the first CGs of my original character!

[lapseinrecs]

so much for stardust

By wintersend @andorerso

On Archive of Our Own

Status: Complete; Oneshot; 12,767 words; part of Rebelcaptain Exchanges collection

Summary: Nobody would be surprised that Galen Erso’s daughter and Director Krennic’s ward liked to do things the unconventional way. OR, Jyn grows up on Coruscant but that doesn't mean she won't fight the Empire

My thoughts: JYNNNN!!! She's so pragmatic in some ways and so not in others I love her. And Cassian! Also great. One of my favorite het couples probably.

[mosylufanfic]

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

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Rogue One: A Star Wars Story (2016) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Cassian Andor/Jyn Erso Characters: Jyn Erso, Cassian Andor Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, Arguments, Fluff, Rain, Kissing in the Rain, Getting Together, First Kiss Summary:

A shelter, an argument, and a storm raging outside... This can only end well.

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from @andorerso

[komadoreeart]

Varric is hosting a Wintersend gift exchange at The Hanged Man ♥ (Dec 2020)

[factorykat]

What sort of Wintersend gifts do you think each DA2 companion would give?

I've always been pretty shit at thinking up gifts for the companions, but uh, hm. Anders? I doubt he'd be able to give anyone anything. He has no coin. Unless it was handmade. My brain wants to say something like "magic in a bottle" but I have no idea what that means. Oh god. Uh. Whatever he gave would definitely have to be personal and made by him, rather than bought. Even if he was with Hawke he wouldn't feel right about using their coin.

Varric? A short story maybe? Maybe a nice bottle of whiskey? Or some premium booze, I'm not sure. Something that would be meaningful or something to be enjoyed and potentially shared.

Isabela? I can see her looting something from one of her many interesting adventures that reminded her of Hawke/whichever companion. Either something amusing, or something genuinely nice.

Merrill? Something Dalish. Something meaningful that she wants to share with her friend/lover/whoever.

Fenris? A nice vintage wine. Yes he pilfered it from Danarius' collection probably, or someplace else but he also has no coin and really is not used to giving people gifts, I don't think he'd really know what to get, what would be appropriate. A really nice, really good bottle of wine that could be shared over a visit with him, or shared with the others over a game? Absolutely.

I am coming up empty for Carver & Bethany sadly