A/N So, this is the beginning of a series of one-shots/drabbles prompted by YOU!

Yes, I said you. Here's the skinny. You write a prompt for me in the review/comment section, and I will write a one-shot off of it. All I ask is that you keep them under the T rating, please. I wish not to ruin younger reader's innocence. And if enough prompts come in, I may not be able to do them all. I'll try though!

This series will go on as long as I have prompts. I will try to get the one-shot out as quickly as I can, but because I am a perfectionist and some health issues/work/college paperwork, it will likely be between one and three days before the one-shot is out. They will vary in length, ranging from 50 words to 4,000, and I will include the song(s) I listened to when I wrote the one-shot.

Are you ready? I am.

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The Boys' Night Out

Rating: T for drinking and gambling.

Genres: Humor/Friendship/Romance

Featured Characters: Cullen, Alistair, Fenris, F!Hawke, The Hero of Ferelden (Kaya Cousland), the Inquisitor (Ellana Lavellan)

Prompt: King Alistair, Fenris, and Commader Cullen play a game of Wicked Grace. Go!

Suggested Listening: Rango Suite from Rango by Hans Zimmer, Jack Sparrow from Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Man's Chest by Hans Zimmer.

"Cullen! Just the man I was looking for," King Alistair cried, striding up to Cullen proceeding to clap him heartily on the back. "Since Kaya and I are staying here for the rest of the week I thought we could get to know each other better. Up for a game of Wicked Grace?"

Cullen fought back a groan, wondering how he could get out of this. He looked around hopefully for Ellana or the Hero of Ferelden; they might be able to get Alistair to abandon his hare-brained idea. Of course, they were nowhere to be seen He sighed, resigned to his fate. "Fine," he agreed wearily.

"Great," Alistair said happily. "Now, I need your help getting Fenris to join in."

"Oh, no, no, no," Cullen said quickly, stepping back, knowing full well what Fenris did when he was displeased. "I'm pretty sure Ellana would hate to be widowed before our first year of marriage."

Alistair waved him off. "He's loosened up a bit. Relax, I'll do the talking. You're just backup in case he does loose it."

"How have you survived this long?" Cullen asked Alistair, mystified.

Alistair grinned. "My wife," he replied.

He began to march down Skyhold's main hall, heading towards the guest wing. "Come on," he called. Cullen sighed again, slowly trailing the jeopardy friendly king. He knew that he was going to regret this, and he silently hoped that Ellana wouldn't be too upset at him.

The two men entered Hawke's room, both on edge. Cullen swallowed nervously, his eyes darting around the room. Alistair frowned, carefully knocking on the door. The room was dead silent.

Cullen backed towards the door. "I don't think he's—"

"Here?" Fenris said from behind them, his face like stone. Alistair jumped at the sound of the elf's voice, banging his knee on a dresser. Cullen was slightly more prepared, his heart just stopping for a brief second. Swearing, Alistair clutched at his knee, glaring at the silent elf.

"Why do you have to be so quiet?" he huffed, running his hands through his fair hair.

Fenris smirked. "Why do you have to be so jumpy?" He strode into the room, his footsteps making no sound on the stone floor, and settled at his desk, pouring himself a glass of mead, his eyes unreadable. "You came here to ask me something? Probably something I won't like, considering you brought Cullen."

Alistair stood up straight, a smile returning to his handsome face. "Would you care to join us for a game of Wicked Grace?" he asked casually.

Ferris leaned back in his chair, his face thoughtful. "Will there be betting?" was all he said.

"Oh, yes," Alistair said wickedly.

"I'm in then," Fenris agreed. Cullen slowly exhaled, allowing his body to relax slightly. So far, so good. Once the elf started glowing through, he was out of there.

Alistair clapped his hands together, leading both men out to Skyhold's tavern. Inside the dim and smoky building, a table was already set up for them, cards and large tankards of ale waiting for them. Cullen felt dread rise up in him again; last he'd played the game, he was forced to strip in front of all of Ellana's companions. He did not want to repeat that.

He took his seat, pushing away the tankard, he was ready to play and win this time. They all picked up their cards, all determined to come out on top. Fenris's icy green eyes met Cullen's. The ex-Templar nervously swallowed. Fenris grinned. Alistair raised his mead, his eyes mischievous.

"Let the games begin!"

Cullen laughed, slamming down his cards, finishing his third tankard of ale. "I win! Put it on, Alistair," he said triumphantly. The fiery haired man scowled, disappearing into the back rooms to change. Fenris chuckled, shaking his head. After a little while, Alistair came back out, his face bright red. Clad head to toe in pink silk, he tottered on a pair of heels with diamond rings decorating every finger. When he saw that everyone was staring, Alistair took a giant bow, tripping over his dress.

"I think pink is my color," he said, sitting down again, smoothing his dress. Cullen snorted, shaking his head at the whole ensemble.

"You look ridiculous," Cullen said.

Fenris laughed beside him, slapping Alistair on the back. "Do you have any shame?" he said, wiping his streaming eyes.

"Nope," Alistair grinned.

Cullen rolled his eyes. "All right, deal again. This time, we're raising the stakes," he said with a wicked grin. Fenris leaned forward, his eyes determined.

"Bring it," the elf challenged. "I'm in, and raising the stakes higher."

"Count me in!" Alistair said. "I mean, it can't get much worse than this."

Cullen shuffled the cards, feeling more confident than ever. "I have this one," he said cockily. Ferris only laughed in response.

"How did this happen?" Alistair moaned.

Cullen scowled in response, his face burning. Why did everybody like having him naked? He self-consciously crossed his legs, refusing to meet anybody's eyes. He'd been naked for over an hour and was still blushing. Maker, if you have any mercy, smite me now, he prayed. Someone whistled, obviously directed at him. He frowned.

"Its your fault," Fenris snapped, trying in vain to smooth down his now spiked, bright green hair, the color courtesy of a passing mage. The color almost glowed in the smoky tavern, and Cullen always laughed at the sight of it. It was so unlike Fenris, and made the usually stoic elf embarrassed. It was priceless. Totally worth having to strip.

"Green is your color, I think," Cullen teased, echoing Alistair's earlier statement.

Fenris growled. "Shut. Up."

Alistair coughed, reshuffling the deck. "Well, my bet is—"

"What. In. The. World."

The trio froze, their head slowly turning to meet the shocked eyes of their wives, who all stood watching them. Hawke burst out laughing, her eyes streaming, while Ellana and Kaya looked utterly mortified. Cullen felt his face turn an even deeper shade of crimson as he tried desperately to think of a way to explain this.

"You're wearing a dress," Kaya whispered, her eyes as big as moons, her hands covering her mouth in horror. "Why are you wearing a dress, Alistair?" she squeaked. The Hero of Ferelden refused to look at her husband, her face buried in her hands. Alistair jumped up from the chair, clumsily curtsying before his wife.

"Do you want to know?" he asked.

Kaya sighed, rubbing her temple wearily. "No, I don't. Just—just get out of that."

"Good game, guys," Alistair called with a wink, leaving the other two to face their wives.

Cullen slowly swallowed, facing his own wife. "I—um." He struggled for words. Ellana smiled wryly, slipping her cloak off which Cullen took gratefully, wrapping it around his bare waist. She smiled now, a true one, shaking her head at her embarrassed husband. He saw she was trying not to laugh.

"You are adorable," she grinned, his face reddening even more.

"It seems I cannot play cards without losing my clothes," Cullen sighed. "Sorry," he added, kissing her cheek.

"Hey, if I was a man with your body, I'd always be naked," Hawke interjected with a snort. Fenris looked mildly offended. Hawke smiled at her husband, sitting on his lap and proceeding to kiss him. Cullen had never seen Fenris so happy, despite the green hair and considerably lighter coin purse. The elf's unusually good mood was probably due to all the mead he had drunk.

Ellana rolled her eyes at the Champion, standing up on her tiptoes and kissing Cullen. "Don't worry, I still love you," she winked. Cullen relaxed, pulling her closer to kiss her again. "But you really need to put your clothes on," she said more firmly, scooping up his rumpled clothes and shoving them in his hands. "Nice hair, Fenris," she commented casually on her way out. Fenris's face turned red.

Cullen burst out laughing.

A/N And so, the first one-shot is done. Humor is not my strong point, so I hope I did a decent job. I'm more of an angsty, evil, dark writer. Muahaha. Anyways, hope you enjoyed and please, feel free to post some prompts!