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Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Dragon Age: Inquisition, Dragon Age Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Series: Part 1 of Dragon Age Inquisition: Herald of the Heart
Summary:
At long last the breach is closed and Haven celebrates. But something lurks under the shadows of the coming storm. As Cullen watches the tide of snow encase the smoldering remains of Haven he feels like vomiting. It was his idea after all. Why did she have to suffer for it? He was compelled into the fray of wind and ice with a desperate determination. If she yet lives I must find her. If not then Maker take me with her.
And below the tag I have included the first chapter from my story in case you don’t feel like making the trip to AO3 to get the first taste of my story. 
I hope ya’ll enjoy! :) 
It was so unlike her home in the Free Marches. The frigid mountain air that wisped around her hair was crisp with pine and evergreen rather than the salty musk of the ocean. The familiar cries of gulls stalking the coast for their next meal was replaced by the distant mournful howl of wolves and the rare cry of one of Leliana’s ravens. The sound of tavern songs and the gutted laughter which followed that Aerin missed so much about the streets of Ostwick, however, were plentiful for the moment following the Inquisition's recent victory. Albeit, the tavern songs were mostly Ferelden or Orlesian but nonetheless joyous and therefore familiar.
Aerin closed her eyes and breathed in the moment letting nostalgia and comfort wash over her aching body. The hard part was finally done and everyone was able to catch their breath after the long weeks of fighting. The breach was at long last closed.
But there was still so much left unanswered.
“Careful Slick, frown any harder and your face might implode.”
Varric's friendly cheer stirred Aerin from her contemplations. She opened her eyes, face softening at his lightheartedness. “Slick” was a fond nickname generously provided by Varric very soon after their first encounter. After closing the first rift, with the assistance of Solas, Aerin managed to slip on an ice patch she was unaware she was standing on falling backwards onto the ice and dragging poor Solas down with her as he attempted to steady her. Not five minutes later, as the party climbed down a shallow snow slope in an attempt to flank the demons that littered the mountains, Aerin somehow managed to tumble forwards and ungracefully skid face first for the remainder of the small hill. While surprisingly graceful and deft in battle Aerin’s ability to fall flat on her face, or ass, in almost any environment provided inspiration for the new name much to the terror of Josephine who already had her hands full in trying to depict the Herald as both a respectable entity as well as fearsome to the nobles of Thedas.
“What’re ya scowlin for anyways? Don’t you know? There’s a party going on and they’re missing their fearless champion!”  He playfully nudged at her shoulder with his knuckles.
“I don’t know Varric…” she paused looking down the stairs she stood atop of at the soldiers drinking and singing around the fires below “... this all just felt almost too easy? You know? Like, there was a giant blazing hole in the sky but we don’t know the why’s and barely the who’s. I just… can’t shake this feeling like there’s something bigger out there. Don’t get me wrong, I’m glad that we’ve finally closed the breach, but… I don’t know… there’s just so much left unanswered.”
“And we’ll get those answers eventually…” he paused to turn Aerin towards him “...but for now you sure as hell earned yourself some RnR. Drink! Be merry! Or whatever else floats your boat.” he waggled his eyebrows “But I better see you down there in the next half hour or, Andraste forbid, I’ll drag you down there myself.”
Aerin let out a breathy laugh not noticing the presence that had stalked up behind her. Apparently satisfied Varric gave Aerin a final encouraging wink before trotting down the stairs to join the festivities.
She let out a deep sigh, still smiling, as she watched Varric disappear into the crowd then turned her gaze up towards the mountains. The gentle indigo hues of a stormy dusk starting to creep over them with tendrils of rich yellow, remnants of the near set sun, setting a golden fire to the napes of the mountains.
“He’s right.” A familiar voice started from behind.
A chill ran down her spine but Aerin was unsure if it was the gelid wind or the sudden warmth of the almost too close presence that now stood beside her.
“We have a long road ahead of us yet. This supposed Elder One is still at large and very likely still poses a major threat to us if not all of Thedas.”
Aerin cocked her head to meet his gaze. His head and neck bowed downwards to more comfortably regard her. The actual height of the 6’1 man was never something Aerin really noticed up until she started to speak with Cullen more casually. Of course, height difference was something she was generally used to as she suffered a shorter height than many of her advisors and companions at an average 5’3. The thought amused her, the so-called Herald of Andraste who needs a step stool in order to reach the top shelf. She often wondered in her travels if many people mistook her companions for the Herald as she appeared so unassuming.
“As it were, these are our problems to figure out in the days to come. For tonight, Maker knows, you deserve some hard earned rest.” He continued.
His expression was softer than the usual furrow he displayed while conversing with practically anyone else. Aerin couldn’t help but mentally grin at the prospect that she had somehow broken through some social barrier. His mental armor and shield of propriety and example that he forces himself to wear slowly chipping away over the weeks of attempting to befriend this seemingly infinitely stern man.
At first Aerin was timid about him. Both companions and advisors alike akin him closer to a grumpy old grandfather, generally kind in conversation but closer to an immovable brick wall. Yet Aerin soon realized that these people had never really tried to just sit, or more like corner, and talk to him as more than a commander. She found him to be, surprisingly, just as timid and awkward as she was when concerning more casual discussions. Hell, he even seemed nerdy, almost juvenilely so, when speaking on topics he’s interested in.
When the trebuchets were first constructed in Haven oh how he beamed about them. Aerin was almost encaptivated. Not just by the sheer amount of knowledge this man had about the weapons but by his unhinged enthusiasm. She could almost swear by Andraste's holy arse she could listen to him talk all day about the trebuchets if it meant she could see him shed his commanding exterior. That damned subtle quirk of a smile that he barely showed off even when he found something amusing stretching into a wide toothy grin as he drowned her in facts and specs before going off on a, surprisingly dramatic and descriptive, tangent on war stories of the machines. Her own face was slowly contorted into an ecstatic smile when he finished his dramatized retelling of a battle with his arms flailing up into the air to reenact a castle wall exploding in a ball of fire looking directly at her as if he were a young child looking for a parents approval.  
She had herself convinced that it was his encaptivating storytelling and enthusiasm that had her heart pounding in that moment.
It definitely wasn’t from the way he beamed at her with that blasted smile. Or the subtle thrill of experiencing a more hidden part of this reserved man. Amber eyes crinkled under flushed cheeks.
And how those amber eyes burned into her now. Regarding her with nothing but empathetic concern.
“Is that an order, Commander?” She playfully quipped, stressing the word "Commander" under her tongue and a quirk of her brow.  
“If necessary.” He retorted, furrowing his brow and ever so slightly dipping his head into her space as a mock gesture of demanding. At a glance his stern tone would appear genuine if not for the slight twist of the corner of his mouth. One of the few tells he shows to others to bear his own amusement.
“Besides…” He continued, straightening his posture and turning to look at the ever darkening sky. “... that storm will likely cover us in the next hour or so. It’d be wise to take in the revelry before we’re forced to shelter in for the night.”
She hummed her response as they shared a silent moment watching the dense clouds swirl angrily in the distance. Despite how the sun had slipped passed the horizon the mountain kept the hot glow of sunset. She mused to herself at how closely it resembled fire. The way it seemed to flicker and dance.
She frowned. Eyes narrowing as she watched the glow ooze down the sides of the mountains. The delicate flickers of sunset separating from each other and rejoining again in the narrower folds of the slopes resembling a swarm of landbound fireflies. A whole lot of fireflies. And they were making a beeline towards Haven.
“Cullen…” Aerin spoke quietly, her previous tone of lightheartedness transformed into frit concern.
“Makers breath…” Was all he could breath out in response before the loud tong of Haven's alarm bell started to ring, echoing off the peaks of the mountains.  
It appeared Aerin would be getting her answers sooner rather than later.
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plisuu · 2 months
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the Inquisitor walks into a volley of arrows....
WIP Wednesday tags:
@rosella-writes @dreadfutures @demarogue @daggerbeanart @greypetrel @theluckywizard @nirikeehan @exalted-dawn @inquisimer @alienturnip @blarrghe @sulky-valkyrie @knuttydraws @about2dance @effelants @warpedlegacy
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gogogodzilla · 6 months
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day 8, almost getting caught
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cullen rutherford x reader warnings: nsfw 18+, creampie, unprotected sex, war room sex, semi-public sex kinktober ☠︎︎ main masterlist ☠︎︎ read on ao3
You knew it was reckless, but that didn’t stop you for a second. You hardly had enough time to say ‘good morning’ before Cullen was off to his duties and you were off to yours. You couldn’t wait any longer.
The moment Leliana and Josephine left the war room you were rounding the table and pulling him into a heated kiss. He paid no mind to the markers you swiped off the map to make room for the two of you, he’d already memorized their locations during the meetings. 
You exchanged heated kisses as clumsy fingers moved to detach the armor and bits of cloth that dared to come between you. 
How you got into this position, back pressed against the hardwood of the table and him moaning above you, was a blur in your lust-filled mind. All you could focus on was how deliciously Cullen was stretching you and how much you needed more, more, more. 
You pulled him closer to you, raking your nails across the broad expanse of his back. You felt his muscles ripple under your touch, and you pressed your fingertips against the now-flushed skin. You wrapped your legs around his waist, allowing him to rut deeper inside you, causing you both to let out whines of pleasure.
“Inquisitor,” he groaned against the shell of your ear as he leaned over you, encompassing the whole of your body with his. 
Voices sounding outside the heavy wooden doors of the war room caused you to tense against Cullen and him to stifle a groan against your shoulder. 
“Josie, I’m sure you didn’t forget it,” Leliana’s voice was muffled behind the doors, but you’d recognize it anywhere. 
“I must be sure, Leliana. It’s my favorite quill; I’ll just be a moment,” came Josephine’s muffled response. Cullen froze above you, both of you straining to hear the conversation just outside the doors. 
“I think I saw it in the rookery when you walked up with me, maybe we should start there? I’m sure the Inquisitor and Commander are still discussing important matters.” Leliana’s voice rose at the last part of her bid to lead Josephine away, and you flushed. Nothing could get past your spymaster. 
It was quiet for a moment, and Cullen slowly picked up where he left off, thrusting deeply inside you. The gasp that escaped you when Cullen hit the particular spot that had your back arching against the hardwood was stifled by his lips against yours. 
The thought of getting caught sent a jolt through your body, and you clenched against him. His pace quickened, and you could tell he thought the same.
“Very well, we can check there first,” Josephine replied and the footsteps receded. 
Cullen cupped your face with one hand and, as his thrusts became sloppier, he kissed you. He pulled away after a moment, just enough to look you in your eyes as he fucked you.  With one final snap of his hips, you were coming undone and his name tumbled past your lips. 
He was soon to follow you off the precipice and he shuddered against you as his hips stilled within you. He pushed the hair out of your face and his gaze softened as he looked down at you. 
He pressed a tender kiss to your temple, then to your nose, and finally to your lips. “I missed you, my love,” he whispered against you. 
“Perhaps we should move this to my chambers before Leliana and Josephine come back,” you suggested, a small grin gracing your features. 
A blush spread across Cullen’s face, but he nodded and helped you dress. He was quick to put the markers back into their correct spots and drag you out of the war room to continue your reunion elsewhere.
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andraste-preserve-us · 5 months
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Ok but putting a cloak on someone is so personal. The other person has to wrap it around you in almost a hug-like position, then readjust it on your shoulders so it sits right, then get in close to clasp it around your neck, and just imagining Cullen wrapping his cloak around you/your Inquisitor UGH
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wenalena · 3 months
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AAAAAH ! I have finally finish one fanart of Dragon Age 🥺!
(All the others have been lost with my older tablet...)
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sinizade · 1 year
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"Just now... Everything feels like it was worth fighting for."
Okay… I didn't expect the romance with Cullen to be so cute
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newbordeaux · 1 month
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—I assumed that much.
remake of this 🌙
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riyacrane · 13 days
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alenkosx · 2 months
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"Our escape from Haven… it was close. I’m relieved that you—that so many made it out."
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demigoddessqueens · 6 months
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*crashes into the room out of breath and a crazed look in my eyes*
“you are so difficult, i’m trying to tell you something!”
“tell me what? what could you possibly tell me that would change this?”
“i love you!”
Who were the first characters that came to mind for this prompt and how? I must know everything, I beseech you!
don’t hurt yourself nonnie!! 🤣
But I immediately saw this and it came down to an internal vote of Anders or Cullen!!!
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The day seemed more frazzled than normal.
Talking to Iron Bull, meeting Josephine, breaking up whatever spat between Cassandra and—-
Or….wait! Was your meeting with Josephine today or tomorrow??
Noticing a letter that had King Alistair’s insignia on it, you felt your heart sink as you realized you were late for a meeting with him too.
Andraste preserve me, you thought as you snatched it and started to run for the door.
In your haste, you threw the door open and came to face the surprised face of Commander Cullen Rutherford. He seemed more nervous than usual? The slightest tinge of pink to his cheeks and under his eyes
“Inquisitor, you’re up early! Uhm, I—needed to speak with you—erm, about—.”
“Make it quick, Commander. I’m late for a meeting and who knows what else on this forsaken day!”
You hastily walked past him through the hall with the curly-haired man trailing behind you.
“Right, yes, as I was saying, I mean—-you and I, or rather I have started to—.”
There was a small sigh of frustration and the slightest eyeroll from you as he stumbled over his words.
Cullen could see the determined look on your face, no sign of listening on your part.
There was a deep sigh on Cullen’s end before he spoke.
“You are so difficult, I’m trying to tell you something.”
Throwing your hands up in exasperation, your voice was raised a few octaves.
“Tell me what, Cullen? What could you possibly tell me that would change this?”
You immediately regretted the biting tone in your voice as he flinched just the tiniest at your words.
“…I love you.”
It became so quiet in the hallways you swore a needle could drop.
Oh. Oh.
“Cullen, I—.”
“You don’t have to…say anything right now, but I had to tell you.”
There was no possible way you could leave him like this. Yes, the guilt was starting to eat at you but it was more than that.
Being thrown to each other’s side to work against Corypheus brought about more than just a professional dynamic. Late nights, travels, countless pouring over documents and physical training, you and the Commander were past being platonic.
Seeing a human side to Cullen was endearing to you, and there was a soft element that started to cultivate over all this time.
You grabbed the inside of his wrist, much to Cullen’s surprise, and pulled him close to hear your whisper.
“No, I mean it. I do apologize for my outburst.”
There was a glimmer of hope in his warm eyes as you tried to reassure him.
“We’ll talk later. I swear it, Cullen.”
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ashalle-art · 1 year
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Finished the comic with Aisling and Cullen <3 I hope you enjoy the sweet little moment between them q//q
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masterworker-shargo · 8 months
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Commission for @rezoeline ♥
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leopardmuffinxo · 11 months
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A surprise, I’ll admit. But not a problem. [x]
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libanezink · 1 year
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Victory 🖤 (some more tender inquisitor/Cullen moments—this time one of my favorite moments in the game 🖤 I guess I should do some angst drawings after all this fluff 👀)
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curioushappenstance · 2 months
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“Smile!”
“Inquisitor… what are you doing?”
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missgamerin · 2 months
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