#cullavelyan

x of swords

For @cullenromancersocmonth

Featured in most of my fics, but chiefly my multiship (Rose x Cullen and Rose x m!Hawke) long-ass fic In the Shattering of Things Clowning below the cut 👇

@dreadfutures said that we should do more fic recs and she's absolutely right, so I'm starting what will hopefully be a series of fic rec lists, leading off with some oneshot recs! These are just standalone stories that don't require a big time commitment and definitely stuck with me after I read them.

Check them out! and leave a comment or kudos to let the author know you did 💜

Feel free to reblog this post and add your own oneshot fic recs! Or make your own fic rec post and tag me in it so I can read and promote your awesome recs :3

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My Lover's Phylactery by FrodaB

Cullen Rutherford/Female Inquisitor | G | 1472 words | No Archive Warnings Apply Author's Summary: She doesn't destory it Mer's Rec: this is an excellent piece that fills the gap DAI left (imho) about Trevelyan's phylactery! There's some excellent introspection from the Inquisitor and a bittersweet but somft and heartfelt ending between Cullen and his love.

Bent, Not Broken by spirrum (@spirrum)

Fenris/Female Hawke | G | 1595 words | No Archive Warnings Apply Author's Summary: In which Hawke doesn't run off to Weisshaupt, and an angry elf turns up at the Inquisition's door. Mer's Rec: this is a little slice of interpersonal relationships that beautifully captures Hawke's spirit! It starts with some platonic Hawke & Varric, perfectly encapsulating the exhaustion both of them feel after HLTA, and transitions smoothly into the heart-tugging reunion between Hawke and a frustrated Fenris who's very much in love.

last man standing (perhaps) by havvke (Wintertree)

Charade Amell & Carver Hawke & Female Hawke | T | 6749 words | No Archive Warnings Apply Author's Summary: Hawke’s teeth glinted when she grinned, except for the gap of her missing left dogtooth. Funny how they did that, even in such poor lighting. Glinting. Hawke barely seemed real. They’ve gone on a mission or two together since that initial, embarrassingly disastrous meeting, and it was still shocking that the woman lived up—if not surpassed—her nearly legendary status. Compared to the other missions Charade led with the Jennies, this was somewhat easier than her normal fare. But while Hawke was a known figure, and by technicality kin, Charade still didn’t know her. Mer's Rec: Okay, I'm admittedly biased toward this piece, because it was a gift for me as part of the 2023 Platonic Ideal Exchange. That being said, it is an INCREDIBLE work of sibling dynamics and I think of it whenever I think about Charade Amell. Havvke explores the relationship between Charade as a Red Jenny, Carver as a Grey Warden, and Hawke as...Hawke, in a beautiful web of complicated choices and found family. Over a year later, it still holds up as one of the best exchange gifts I've ever received.

Doggone by leggywillow (@leggywillow)

Alistair/Female Warden, Alistair & Anora Mac Tir, Alistair & Warden's Mabari | T | 3042 words | No Archive Warnings Apply Author's Summary: Alistair and the Warden are no longer together, but they still exchange letters - through Dog. Alistair struggles to find happiness in his life as king, but he isn't entirely alone. Mer's Rec: I read this one just recently and oh my GOODNESS it both made me laugh and also pulled at my heartstrings. Leggy alters the canon breakup between a King Alistair & the Warden to be somehow even more heartbreaking and the way that he talks to Dog is just so essentially Alistair, I could hear every line in his voice. Add to that several well done bits between Alistair & Anora and this piece absolutely delivers on the "sad" and "heartache" in the additional tags.

That Word You Call Me by thewitchofthewilds (gossamerstarsxx) (@saiyanshewolf)

For the rest of that first evening in Ferelden, Amelie's eyes never left Cullen.

She watched him, as the glow from the fire reflected off of locks of golden blonde hair, as the cold air caused a fog to escape from his mouth every time he spoke, or laughed, or sighed, and she felt like she was living in a dream. She could scarcely believe that, after all this time, she was here with him, with the Inquisition.

It just didn’t seem real, as if it could all disappear in a moment and she would be back in her home in Ostwick, gazing longingly out of a window as the world continued to pass her by.

It was a moment that she had dreamt of for so long, the moment where her and Cullen would be together again, that now that that moment had arrived at last, she refused to take her eyes off of him, as if a mere blink of her eyes would cause him to disappear, never to be seen again.

Chapter summary: As the party begins the long journey to Skyhold, Amelie realises that, when journeying with the Inquisition, time alone with Cullen is hard to come by, and secrets are hard to keep in a camp with filled with prying eyes.

Rated E.

Tags: Cullen/Trevelyan (OC), slow burn, strangers to lovers, long distance relationship, canon divergence, mutual pining.

Read here

Eloise Trevelyan x Cullen Rutherford, for @dadrunkwriting​ & @evesharmony

“Herald, I don’t think-” Cullen begins hesitantly.

“Don’t think, just swing,” Eloise replies firmly. “Trust that you and Helaine have done your duty in instructing me in how to fight and defend myself.”

“Yes, but-” 

Once, back in Haven, what seems a lifetime ago now they had found themselves in a position much like this. She’d sought his help in teaching her how to fight against those who had training and means of combating magic. The young man terrified and traumatized by what he survived in Ferelden’s Circle during the Blight would never have believed he might one day be teaching a mage how to fight and best his own. Except that they aren’t, his own, not any longer. He is not a Templar, not bound to the Order, or Lyrium. Not anymore. He is free. Free to choose his allegiances, who he follows. And he chooses the Inquisition. He chooses her. This young, unassuming woman, who never aspired to anything like the position and titles she wields now, but he can’t imagine anyone else bearing with half as much competence and grace.

She’d been reluctant to cast a single spell in his direction, afraid she might hurt him. The realization had nearly bowled him over as well as any decent charge or spell without proper care could have done. The idea that she saw him. As more than a former Templar, perhaps even as more than the Inquisition’s Commander. Eloise Trevelyan, one of the scant few mages to survive the purge of the Ostwick Circle, with the battle scars and nightmares to prove it, was afraid not because of what he was- or had been- but because she might hurt him. He’d shared that concern then, but it was a trifle compared to the way his chest pounds now, fear coursing through his veins. 

They’re so much closer now, she’s more than just the Herald of Andraste, or even the Inquisitor now. There are moments when she can’t be, when those positions must come first and what they are and mean to each other has to be put aside. It’s a sacrifice both of them were aware of well before they decided to make it together, but that doesn’t make moments like this one any easier.

He doesn’t want to hurt her. Not for a moment. Not even by accident. And she’s too relaxed standing there. Not even bracing for an attack. And if she’s not ready, if he’s not careful, he could…

“Cullen.” A gentle, infinitely patient hand reaches up to cup his face, and he has to fight the urge to jump. She closed the distance between them while he’s been lost in thought and anxiety. A thumb caresses his slightly stubbled jaw as she waits for him to refocus his attention and meet her gaze.

“I could- I would never be able to forgive myself if-” She stops the rest of his words with a kiss. Soft and warm, slow and soothing. Cullen knows better by now than to think she’s given up, but allows himself to melt into the touch for a moment, one hand reaching out to grasp her arm, to keep her close.

“Nor I you,” Eloise smiles softly, pressing her forehead to his. “Trust me. Trust that I know that. I can defend myself. You won’t hurt me.” He lets the arm that’s wrapped around her drop reluctantly back to his side, nodding as she takes several steps back and waits.

He rushes forward and swings, sword sparking as it collides with a loud crack against a shimmering translucent sword summoned at a moment’s notice from the Fade and force of her will.

“Again.”

“Is that an order?”

“Yes. At least a few more times,” she adds, not entirely unmoved by his reluctance. “It’ll get easier.”

“I don’t want it to.”

“That’s why I trust you.”

My multiship Cullenmance, Hawkemance WIP In the Shattering of Things! My girl Rose Trevelyan is funny and plucky and not real talented but doing her best. She comes a loooong way.

In the Shattering of Things

WC: (WIP) 405,305 New chapters biweekly Rating: Explicit Ships: f!Trevelyan x Cullen, f!Trevelyan x m!Hawke Summary: Lady Rose Trevelyan's idle, aristocratic life blinks out in a haze of irrelevance when the breach destroys the Conclave. She may be soft and coddled when she joins the Inquisition, but there's a fierceness inside her she's yet to fully recognize. Armed with only a few relevant skills and the mark that makes her a legend, she is thrust onto a path delivering hope where it’s long been scorched away and finds comfort in the grumpy, handsome stick in the mud charged with her protection and training. As she stumbles her way across southern Thedas, she begins to realize she's tangled at the center of machinations she barely understands, and she's not alone in that. Enter Hawke.

Meet the romantic leads and art below the cut 👇