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Dorian - Two Years Later

During the Exalted Council, if the Inquisitor speaks to Dorian, he sits in front of a chessboard. So, I headcanon that this happened (chess’ headcanons from here):

“I saw Demetra’s hand, Cullen.”
The silence felt heavy between the two of them.
 They had met a couple of hours before, when the new Tevinter ambassador had smugly shooed away his colleagues that were chatting around the Commander.
They both needed to speak and they both knew they gave their best if some chess game was involved.
So, they played.
Dorian spoke quietly again, tapping one finger on the luxurious chess board “Well, I admit I forced her to show me her hand. When you wrote me the first time I thought you were a bit paranoid. Now, I regret you didn’t write me earlier.”
The mage moved his pawn “Do not think I’m blaming you, of course. I’m furious with the stupid me.”
The Commander opened his mouth, his eyes gentle, but Dorian shook one hand vehemently “Please, don’t. I’m a Mage. And a very good one. I should have known that an ancient magic such as that damned Anchor is couldn’t just stay quietly carved on her flesh forever. Visante kaffas, I have been so stupid!”
“Nobody could foresee this, Dorian. Nobody. I’m sure Demetra told you the same.”
“Actually she told me to stop being silly and give her another cup of tea.”
Both the men forced a smile.
“How is she doing, Cullen?”
“She…” he stopped, staring at the chessboard. He couldn’t say aloud again what she had said him not later than six weeks ago – six weeks and five days ago, most precisely. He couldn’t. Dorian had the right to know, though.
“She is fighting the Anchor, but she’s not sure who will win.”
Dorian sighed heavily, pinching his nose in a poor attempt to hide his reddened eyes “We’ll save her, Cullen, even if I had to invent a spell myself bargaining with all the spirits in the Fade.”
Cullen looked at him, his throat painfully clenched.
“Thank you.”
It was all he managed to say and it was insufficient to express his gratitude towards Dorian. Towards his friend.
Dorian understood and nodded anyway.
“I told her she shouldn’t be here, wasting her time with this useless, ungrateful bunch of people.” the Mage hissed “She should take care of herself better.”
“I told her the same” the Commander captured Dorian’s Hero of Ferelden “But Demetra helped Thedas’ people while they suspected her of destroying the Conclave, calling her an abomination. She’s not going to act any different now that she carries the Inquisitor title.”
“I bet she also doesn’t want to put Leliana in a more precarious position.”
“That, too.”
“I warned her that nobody was going to thank her,” Dorian sighed conquering a position near Cullen’s Divine “And I fucking hate being right. But this? An Exalted Council against the only person who stood up between Corypheus and the world? This is beyond ingratitude. It’s monstrous.”
A silent nod was all that Cullen could add.
Cassandra had said something along that line, in a more colorful way. Varric, the same. Sera had already menaced to kill at least thirty nobles and twenty diplomats. The Iron Bull and Thom Ranier hadn’t spoken very much, but they escorted their Inquisitor silently daring people to say something wrong, as Demetra greeted people here and there.
Vivienne had been kind enough to keep away from the Inquisitor the most problematic guests, while Josephine took care of being the first to talk with the ones who would like very much spat their venom in the Inquisitor’s face. Cole had asked Maryden to sing Demetra’s favorite song and Leliana, though bounded to her role, had sent in her bedroom fresh flowers, trustworthy servants, useful information about the ones who still sided with the Inquisition and a giant box of the finest Orlesian chocolate.
Demetra had wept in Cullen’s arms “I’m so lucky to have all of you. As long as you still trust me, I’m alright.”
Dorian cleared his throat “Speaking about messy things, I heard there was quite a problem with the bedrooms when the Inquisition arrived.”
The Commander couldn’t stop the blush, but Dorian’s grin was full of pride “Well done, Cullen!”
“So everybody knows about my change of quarters?”
“Are you kidding me? The Commander of the Inquisition army that takes his luggage, ignores the outraged Chamberlain and marches in the Inquisitor’s quarters declaring that he will stay there, messing with thousands of years of protocol? My friend, you are a legend.”
Cullen shrugged “Demetra agreed and I’m not going to leave her alone just because a useless etiquette told me so.”
“Of course! I can already hear the minstrels singing about the Lion of the Inquisition who marched in his beloved Inquisitor room and took her in his strapping arms before kissing…”
“Yes, thank you, Dorian, I get the concept.” Cullen shivered, making him laugh. A sincere one.
“And I didn’t kiss her in front of everybody! I just told them to go to bother someone else.”
“So no kisses? Not even a little one?” Dorian pouted.
Cullen tried to not grin “I didn’t say that.”
Dorian winked at him “Your admirers will be heartbroken to have the ultimate confirmation that you’re not available.”
Cullen smiled “Finally! Maybe they’ll stop to send crows asking me to marry this countess or that noble.”
Dorian tipped his head on the side “Since we’re speaking about this, let me ask you a thing: are you going to ask her to marry you?”
No hesitation. No uncertainty. Just fierce firm belief.
“Good. Soon?”
“Do you have a plan?”
“Not anymore. I had one, but now I suppose I need another one.”
“Do you have a ring?”
“I was going in Denerim to buy one when all of this happened.”
Dorian nodded again, stopping their match, and fishing something out of his pocket. Cullen took the delicate box from his hands with a perplexed frown. When he opened it, he couldn’t hold back a surprised sound: laying against soft velvet, a couple of golden rings glittered under the afternoon sun. Inside the biggest one, it was carved “Demetra & Cullen”. In the other one, he read “Cullen & Demetra”. A line of minuscule arabesques in the external part made them two little masterpieces of gold-working.
Before he could speak, Dorian smiled, quiet and sincere “In my Country, it’s the best friend of a bride or a groom that buys the wedding bands. Now, since you don’t have a lot of friends that can  be better than me and I’m quite sure Demetra loves me as much as I love her, allow me to follow one of the few traditions that I’m still proud to.”
Cullen’s thanks were too full of emotion to be as much eloquent as he wished, but they were sincere in every bit. And Dorian winked at him “One last thing: I won’t tell you to take care of her. I have no doubt you will because she’s lovely and you don’t want that an angry Magister sets your ass on fire.”
Cullen smiled, but he knew Dorian was deadly serious.
His friend continued “What I want you to promise me is that the two of you will do the impossible to be happy together. That you will treasure what you two have and you will fight to keep it alive. Life can be hard even for people who love each other as you two do, but you have something precious. Treasure it.”
“I will. We will, I promise on my life.”
“Good. And now, let’s finish this game. I want to take back some Tevinter pride and kick that awesome Fereldan ass of your.”
Cullen chuckled, putting the precious box with the rings safely in his pocket “Good luck with that. And… thank you, Dorian.”

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puddle--wonderful  asked:

Number 9, for the kiss prompt: Kiss in an unusual place.

NSFW-ish with Cullen his Inquisitor. I had a lot of things in mind, but eventually I came out with this. Hope you enjoy and thanks for the prompt :)

She gives him the same answer she always gives him, when he tries to take her nightgown off. No.

Laying in his bed, the two of them still clothed, he in a linen shirt and breeches, and she in that nightgown, she turns from him, and even though he stops asking that, he keeps his arms around her. “It’s not as though we haven’t…well…you know,” he points out.

That does illicit a smile. It hadn’t been long since they had become lovers, though in all the times they had been together, the nightgown remained on. It covered her body and marks, and even though Cullen had tried to remove it the first time, he respected her in the times they had been together since. The first time, her hands had stopped him. In the times since, he waited for her. And when she did not give, he understood.

It wasn’t though he didn’t know her body was different from the others in her inner circle. It wasn’t something you could exactly hide. But often, she wondered if it mattered to him, or if he found her less attractive because of it. When he first kissed her she had asked, and even though he brushed it aside and kissed her even harder…still, she couldn’t help those thoughts.

She could still hear what they said to her. She could still feel him, grabbing her. Laughing. Telling her she wasn’t good enough. If Cullen did that, if Cullen…

Hiding it was easier.

She feels guilty. She came to Cullen’s room, missing him after being away, but here she is. Unable to do this one simple thing for him. But she can’t be that woman for him. She never could be. It didn’t matter before, so caught up they were in the passion of the moment. That’s what also happened the few times after. But now, when the passion has cooled, and Cullen has already laid with her…would he want someone else? 

Why is she left with so many doubts?

Laying in the bed, feeling the hard plains of his body against her back, she tries to pull away, but when she feels his hand on the bare skin of her thigh, closer she moves toward him. His touch is light, tantalizing, and Maker…she wants more.

“They were wrong,” he says, knowing. And gently, he captures her in a kiss.

How did he know? She has no time to think about that as she realizes that no, the passion hasn’t cooled, Not for him. He leaves her breathless as his lips send her body into frissons. Not caring at all, not caring for anything except for Cullen and her want for him, she wraps her arms around his neck as he bestows kiss after kiss. She throws off his shirt, and he tosses off his breeches. And when his hand lingers at the seam of her night dress, eyes asking for permission, she gives it.

He drinks in her body, pupils wide with desire. She can’t hear what he used to say before. She can’t see the disgust in his eyes. She only sees Cullen, and his love and want for her.

He kisses each little mark on her rounded belly. And when he makes love to her, and they come together, his arms around her, he tells her she’s beautiful. And she believes it.

His Name

He heard Demetra calling his name many times.

It had been a shy question when in the heat of a meeting she forgot to use his title, a soft word on her lips as she asked him to let formalities to diplomats and just use their own names.
He had heard it as a goodbye when she stayed behind in Haven and he had carried it through the snowy mountain.
It had been a joyful exclamation when they reached Skyhold and she told him she was glad they - him - were alive.
It had been a reprimand when they discussed their different views and a joyful shut when she returned victorious from a mission.
It had been a whisper just for him to hear when she confessed her feelings and a long moan for the world to know during their first time together.

Cullen sighed when her mouth repeated his name against his cheek. Her lips were swollen for he had kissed her as long as he could, stealing the Inquisitor away from the world that was always asking, always demanding.
He loved how his name sounded between her lips. The slight Marcher accent that prolonged it, the softness at the end.
It floated in the air, precious and fragile and hers.
It was hers as his body and soul were hers for as long as she would. Forever, he hoped in his prayers, but he didn’t dare to say it aloud.
People often gossiped how unusual it was not hearing the Inquisitor using any endearment term for her lover. Not even a nickname, such a shame.
He let them gossip. 
She reassured him she didn’t care and it was all that mattered.
Cullen couldn’t hide a smile when he heard her calling for him.
He knew Demetra cradled his name as much as she treasured their relationship.
The clever woman who slew dragons and crushed monsters under the power of her shield pronounced his name with joy and love.
More love than he ever realized a single word could contain, let alone the name of a man that for a too long time used it to intimidate and command the ones he should have protected.
She gave him new dignity and an even newer meaning, helping him without knowing to forge his new life.
“Do you think they are right?” she asked one evening, interrupting her reading “Should I call you with some nickname of a sort?”
He smiled, shaking his head “I think it’s perfect, the way you call me.”
She smiled back at him.

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anonymous asked:


4.  I know that you must cry. Cry baby so do I. (Again.) Feelin’ blue here so I wrote some fluff to cheer me up.

“You said that.”

Sitting across from Cullen in the garden playing chess, she can’t believe she just said that: We should spend more time together.

Even more unbelievable, however, is the fact that his reply was, “I’d like that.”

“Does my…”

He looks up, wanting her to continue, but, she find she can’t finish the question that she began to blurt. 

Does my weight bother you?

She’s been rejected before for the same reason. To be rejected by him…she feels it would hurt a million times more.

She knows the drill, because it’s the drill she has been given before. You’re pretty, but no. None of them have said it, but they don’t have to. She knows. Women with extra padding can be attractive in theory, but being with them, no. 

“Inquisitor?” Cullen asks, brows raising. “Was there something you wanted to ask?”

“Umm…” she bites her lip and plays with her hair. “Cullen…I…”

He leans toward her. “What?”

“Is there anything about my appearance that bothers you in any way?”

He’s bewildered at first. She notices that. Then she notices him begin to blush. And there’s nothing but falling, because she knows the answer.

At least it’s better to end it now. She tells herself that as she tries to suppress the tears. Yet still, the hopes and dreams are crashing and making it impossible, he dream that he would be different.

“You don’t have to say anything Cullen,” she says, wanting to end it now. “Let’s just finish this game, alright?” She punctuates it with her  next move, sliding a pawn down.


She looks up, their eyes meeting. Maker. Why is he so bloody handsome?

She swallows. “No? to the game? Fine, I’ll…”

“No. No to your question. And…why would you ask?”

It spills out. “Look. We’ve been flirting. A lot. And you say you want to spend more time with me. But that’s happened before, and when I ask the question about being together, they always say, ‘look, you’re pretty, but no,’ because apparently being fat is being worse than being vain or anything else, and being in a relationship with me is a capital offense. So I have to ask you now. Because if you really don’t want to be with me because of it, I…ahhhh.

The sound of her high pitched cry is so foreign to her that she can’t believe she’s making it But that’s not too hard to believe. What she’s finding difficult to believe is the fact that Cullen is kissing her.

Damn is he good at it too.

He holds her face in his hands and cradles it as slowly, she kisses him back. Loses herself. Forgets everything. Forgets she’s in the garden playing chess and someone can see. Forgets the dumb boys of her past, and is glad that they all rejected her. Glad there were no kisses from boys from her, because now, she is being kissed by a man.

It’s all hazy when he parts, and slowly, when she comes back to, she sees the smile that spreads across his face. And she feels like the most beautiful woman in the world.

“Those people can go rot,” he says. “I don’t care. I don’t want to be with you in spite of it. I want to be with you because you’re you, and I find you attractive, and…uh…Maker.

He rubs the back of his neck. “What’s wrong?” she asks.

“You’re worried about me not being with you? I was worried you wouldn’t be with me. I’m not…well. I’m not training as much anymore, and the other day I was told I eat too many butter cakes. I have scars, and…”

“Oh hush.”

He does when this time, she leans over and kisses him. She could tell him that there’s no need to be insecure, but she won’t. Especially not when she has her own insecurities. But, she thinks, as he continues to kiss her, now there’s nothing about his lips that are insecure.

Growing Together

An unexpected guest arrives in Skyhold, reawakening memories, awakening insecurities, and making quite a turmoil in the Inquisitor’s life.

PART I/ II (Part II here)

Cullen Rutherford X Demetra Trevelyan

“This is ridiculous.” Demetra murmured, rubbing her tired face and looking at two very specific people in the courtyard. Luckily alone on the ramparts, the Inquisitor bit her lip, the taste of her lipstick spreading in her mouth.
One of the two people she was observing tossed her head back, laughing, her hand gracefully leaning against the man’s arm. Demetra wasn’t sure she liked seeing the two of them so close.
Not that she was jealous. Not at all. Why should she?
Cullen was just talking to their new guest in Skyhold. Just talking. A friendly, nice chat in a very open space, under the eyes of other people. It wasn’t as if they were hidden in some alcove, she reasoned, looking at them from the ramparts. The silvery laugh of the woman echoed in all the courtyard again, reaching the Inquisitor herself. And hitting her like a punch in her guts, destroying all her well crafted thoughts.

Elan Surana.

One of the few mages escaped from the massacre of Kinloch, saved by the Hero of Ferelden and her companions. Demetra knew about her, of course, even before she appeared in Skyhold.
One night, chatting while waiting for the sleep to come, Cullen had confessed her about his youthful and impossible infatuation for the mage who was his charge. It hadn’t been a problem, for Demetra. She knew he had a past, and she surely wasn’t going to be jealous of something happened when she wasn’t in his life. She had reassured him with kisses and tender words, happy that their relationship was being built honestly and openly.
Beside, past couldn’t hurt her.

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Growing Together

There we go. I can’t believe I did it. Finally. I do apologise again for the long wait. I truly appreciated your patience and I do hope you’ll love the second and last chapter as well. I read all your comments, tags and reblogs, and I treasured all of them. Thank you for the time you spend reading my work!

Part II / II
Part I is here

Demetra Trevelyan X Cullen Rutherford, NSFW

“There you are.” Dorian’s voice interrupted her reading, as the mage marched inside the hidden library under Josie’ office “Why are you working here, in this dark and smelly place?”
“It’s not smelly!” Demetra protested weakly, closing the ancient volume in front of her. She wasn’t able to concentrate in any case. Yawning, the Inquisitor rubbed her swollen eyes. Blessed Maker, she needed a good night of sleep so badly. Dorian shrugged “I’m glad at least you tidied up this place a bit. Now, I’m here to invite you to have a drink with your handsome Tevene friend.”
“I don’t drink, Dorian.” she forced a smile “And I fear I wouldn’t be a good company today.”
“Fine.” Dorian sat graciously on the simple seat in front of her desk “Let’s skip the tavern part, it was an excuse anyway, and arrive straight to the explanations.”
“About?” she prompted, leaning heavily on her more luxurious seat.
“About why you barely eat, speak, and spend your time hidden in this library.”
She bit her lip, lowering her eyes “Dorian, I would rather not…”
“And why Cullen spends his time buried between his reports and the armory, brooding more than usual, and scaring the living life out of whoever tries to make him sleep, eat or speak.”
Demetra clenched her jaw, looking at some scratches on the old desk surface. She didn’t want to talk about their fight. She didn’t want to say aloud how badly she had messed up. She didn’t want to tell Dorian she had tried to speak to Cullen, just to have him avoiding her.
She was sleeping in her bad alone since three days now, and she had no idea how to fix this. If this was something she could fix. Maker knew that if the situation was reverted she would put Cullen through the Void, so she truly couldn’t blame him for being so mad at her.
“Demetra.” Dorian’s voice was soft and he leant on the desk, grabbing gently the hand she was fisting “Fights between lovers can’t be solved refusing to talk to each other.”
“I tried.” she said, her glare fixed on their hands “He didn’t listen.”

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Where do you want me to kiss you?

How can I say no to a pretty please like this? I hope you like it and thank you very, very much for your request!

Cullen Rutherford X Demetra Trevelyan

“Where do you want me to kiss you?" 
Demetra blushed violently, a nervous giggle escaping from her lips “Oh, Maker, what was that?”. They were on the verge to kiss- hard and fast, she hoped - in the precarious privacy of the stables, bless by a moment of  solitude.
He lifted her chin, his golden eyes full of mirth and affection. She loved the way he looked at her, even when she was in a miserable state like that. Despite her being covered in dust and mud and Maker knew what else, Cullen didn’t seem to care very much, and when she had begged him to be kissed, instead to do it, he had sent her a lazy smirk and his question. 
“I… I just want you to kiss me!” she whined “Didn’t you miss me, Commander?”
He smirked again, pressing her against the wooden wall, hiding better in the shadows “I miss my Inquisitor very much. And, as your Commander, I just want you to command me. So, where do you want me to kiss you, lady Inquisitor? ”“I… I …” she stuttered. She was tired, she was happy to be at home, and having Cullen so close didn’t help at all her brain to put together thoughts and words. He pressed his lips on her forehead “Do you like when I kiss you here?”
“Mhm.” she murmured, her fingers grasping better his cloak. He marked a path with his lips until the tip of her nose, making her giggle., basking in the little pecks he left on her skin. He smiled back at her “Or do you like most when I kiss you here?”.His lips touched her full cheeks, first one, then the other, his stubble scraping pleasently against her freckled skin.
“I like it very much. But…”
She bit her lower lip, sensing the dryness. The Western Approach wasn’t a gentle place, after all. Cullen looked at her, his hands grabbing gently her hips. He never wanted to stay very far away when she returned from a long mission. Especially if he knew she was going to be emotionally tested.
And she was.
Seeing again the Western Approach, thinking about the Grey Wardens, about her trip in the Fade, about Stroud, left her wondering once again about future and her role in the Maker’s plan.
She trembled slightly and Cullen massaged gently her back. It was a kind gesture, even if a bit useless, since she was still wearing her armor and couldn’t feel him properly.
"Cullen, I want you to kiss me. On my lips. Right now. I hate that place. I… I just need to remember there are good things in this world.”.
She didn’t have to go further. His lips were on hers, warm, and soft. The kiss was gentle and delicate, a moment of peace in the turmoil that thier lives were. He grabbed the back of her head, angling her when her tongue shyly asked for an entrance. 
And he kissed her harder. Tongues, lips and teeth, and broken words of adoration: she didn’t need anything else, in that moment. 
She could question her ability to lead, her strength, her skills, but in his arms she didn’t have to. 
“I missed you.” he murmured, breathing heavily, nuzzling his nose against hers, embracing her in the solid warm of his body and affection.
In his arms, she was safe and loved, seen for who she really was and loved even more for that. Not the Inquisitor, neither lady Trevelyan. Just Demetra. That was the better part of their story.

The True Herald

Demetra Trevelyan X Cullen Rutherford

Slightly angst, post Adamant

“I really thought I was going to fix the things, you know?”
She could hear Cullen stiffening near her, his arms around her waist, his torso curled against her back.
His voice was a tentatively whisper in the darkness “You did all you could.”
Demetra knew he trying not to upset her again. When he had found her sitting on the coat in his tent, he had discarded quickly his armor, taken her in his arms and let her cry quietly. She hadn’t said a word for a long time after that.
“I was sure I was going to save them”
“You couldn’t change Clarel’s mind.” he kissed her temple.
“I failed the Templars, but I thought I was going to amend in some way saving the Wardens. Instead, I was too late. I screwed up everything.” she bit her lip, breathing heavily.
He made her turn in his embrace, gently, carefully.
At the dim light of the little brazier outside his tent, Demetra let Cullen dry the tears on her cheeks. He held her tightly and she sobbed against his chest “I lost Stroud. I didn’t disband the Order because he believed in it enough to sacrifice his life, but there are so little of them. So little. And they expect me to give them a direction.”
“And you will. I know you will.” he replied fiercely, lifting her chin.
She sighed a tremulous, fake smile “Even if I’m lost myself?”

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Blow a Kiss My Way for Good Luck

There we are, dear @shadesyste ! I hope you like it as much I liked writing it! Thanks for the prompt, I hoped someone would sent me this one!

Cullen Rutherford X Demetra Trevelyan

“Blow a kiss my way for good luck.“
She blinked “Are you serious?”
Cullen grinned, behind the jaws of his lion helmet, stealing her breath. For a moment, the Orlesian crowd and the Inquisition people gathered in the courtyard disappeared. She could only focus on his face, fierce and stunning, the halo of red and black fur which fell on his board shoulders, matching perfectly the one on his cloak. Fully dressed for a battle, Cullen truly showed he was a warrior. He was steel and flesh and blonde curls and sharp blades. A thing sometime she didn’t realize, not fully. Because she had the privilege to see more often his tender side, his blushes, his yawns in the morning. She was blessed enough to be tenderly embraced and passionately loved by him, and the Cullen she was accustomed to see more often was that one, not the warrior who now was standing proudly in front of her. 
Andraste and all her friends!, he was positively sinful in his battle attire. She could easily picture the new ways the Orlesians there would start to call him. She didn’t like it as much as she knew he wouldn’t. 
Despite Cullen’s objections in having his helmet shaped in that leonine way - Josie once told her all the story, making the Inquisitor laugh hard - Demetra thought it suited him. 
Calm and quiet until the occasion requested a powerful roar, she thought with a little smile. Her lion.
Maker, she was reading too much Cassandra’s books, she scolded herself. But it was undeniable Cullen’s ferocious side was a rare and exciting view. A reminder that he held his position in the Inquisition because he had deserved it, because he knew what a battle was. 
“I’m sure you don’t need good luck.” she murmured, adjusting an already perfectly fixed buckle on his breastplate. Ignoring the prying eyes all around, he grabbed her hand, pressing her fingers against the fangs of his helmet, mimicking the kiss he was unable to give her “A little luck can’t hurt, right?”. They shared a smile, remembering the similar conversation had near the lake he loved so much. 
“Commander Cullèn!” the ironic voice cut the air, deliberately putting the accent of his name in the wrong way. The general Vasieaux - former general, since Gaspard had formally put an end to the war - looked at him from behind his masked helmet “As lovely as the Inquisitor is, I’m here for the challenge that has been promised me, not for looking at the two of you.”
Demetra was truly tempted to remember him he was the one who had challenged Cullen during the banquet, the previous night. Oh, it had been a perfectly polite request to see if the Commander was as able as the general had heard. But nobody in the Main Hall had missed how the Orlesian man had wrapped is request, with not so subtles hints about the supremacy of Chevaliers above the rustic - he had used that word too much - way Fereldans fought usually. Even when Demetra, with her sweetest smile, had reminded him the rustic Fereldans conquered their freedom form Orlais, the man hadn’t stopped. The general was angry, that was clear. Even more clearer, he considered the war the only worth occupation and saw in the Inquisition the cause of his forced retirement from the battlefield. Still, he hadn’t the balls to challenge her directly - Bull’s words - so he had directed his barely masked grudge on Cullen. 
Huge, stupid mistake, Cassandra had rightfully pointed out greeting them that morning. And menacing Cullen to punch him if he was going to lose against such a poor opponent.
A friendly match had been organized by Josephine, the Ambassador herself irritated by the man’s arrogance, after he had been welcomed in Skyhold. With a sly smile, Vivienne had murmured to Demetra that she was going to bet hundred sovereigns on Cullen’s victory. The only ones who had bet on the general had been the members of his entourage, Varric had whispered, and not all of them!
The Commander straigthened himself, releasing her hand, and marching toward the training ring. Rylen was waiting with Cullen’s shield, to help him to put it on.
She called her Commander “Cullen?”
When he turned, Demetra blowed her kiss. He laughed, grabbing it with the hand he was going to use to carry the shield, putting it on his heart. She blushed and their people cheered openly. 
Later, in the tavern, Vivienne bought a round of Cabot’s best ale to all the presents with her winnings, to celebrate the victorious Commander. In a corner, the above -mentioned Commander was totally busy to receive the kiss - the kisses -  of victory from his Inquisitor.
This time with no helmets between them.

A (Big) Slice Of Happiness

The always lovely and super talented @kawereen requested Cullen and Demetra fighting over a slice of cake. My hand slipped, I wrote this thing (beware: fluff everywhere!), but I hope you like it anyway!

Plus, let me wish you all my dear followers and friends, a great HAPPY EASTER!

Cullen Rutherford X Demetra Trevelyan

“Hands off!”
She jolted, hearing his strong command, her fork falling on the floor. His chuckle made her blush and infuriate “You’re not nice scaring me in that way!”
“Oh,” he grinned, leaning against their kitchen’s wall “instead you are so nice trying to steal that last piece of cake.”
“I wasn’t stealing.” she replied, a bit offended, ready to knee and pick the fork up.
“Wait,” he said doing that for her “let me help you.”
She smiled, grabbing his shirt and pulling him closer “You’re so kind. The kindest husband. And you need a bath!” she said, wincing, after her quick peck on his sweat cheek. He laughed again “Well, the new horses arrived this morning and Branson was more than happy to have me there to help.”
“And returning home you stopped to help the workers at the Shelter.” she smiled, noting a slight track of calcimine between his hair. Cullen nodded “The works are proceeding quicker than expected. I think that in four – five months we’ll be ready to open the Templars Shelter. Cassandra’ll be relieved, I think.”
“Yes,” Demetra agreed, remembering her friend’s words in her last missive “now that the word got around and that Leliana is promoting the permanent abolition of lyrium in their ranks, I’m not surprised that so many Templars want to try and change their life.”
“I think Cassandra and her new Seekers are doing well, travelling around and spreading the news.”
Their thoughts flew to the Seeker, busy in offering Templars a new way to live, a new method to cover their role without the lyrium, and training the one who were willing to give it a try in techniques very similar to the Seekers’ ones.
With the approval of Leliana –  the Divine Victoria, Demetra reminded to herself – Cassandra was ready to help Cullen in giving the Templar Order a chance in the new world.
“Anyway,” her husband voice interrupted her reflections “we still have a couple of things to settle down before opening it, right?”
She followed his tender glare, nodding again.
“Where’s Grace?”he asked, looking around. She couldn’t hold back her smirk. She was actually surprised he didn’t ask earlier. Since their first daughter was born, the former Inquisitor loved joking that now she was at the third place in his husband’s list of most loved ones, after Grace and his Mabari. Maybe the fourth, after his chessboard. Of course, Cullen protested everytime, usually sat in his favorite armchair, with Grace on his lap and Inquisitor barking happily at his feet. It suited him, that serene, domestic atmosphere, as she had always suspected when her dream to share a life together had to be put aside for facing all the battles they did.
“Grace is in the garden, with Inquisitor of course.” Demetra answered, her voice playful “I fear you’re not his favorite member of this family anymore.” He looked beyond her shoulder, probably catching a glimpes of dark red curls bouncing between the flowers.
“Yes, well,” he chuckled, shaking his head “I can’t blame him. She’s lovely. As her mother.”
“Oh, stop it, you sweet talker.” she tutted at him. Noting he had taken the plate with the last piece of cake which Mia sent them, she quickly moved to grab it back. With a half smile, half huff, Cullen kept the plate out of her reach. She looked at him in disbelief. Cullen’s love for cakes and butter cookies was well known everywhere, but this didn’t give him the right to not share with her!
“Cullen, that’s my slice!”

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OCs in Motion

The talented and adorable @kawereen tagged me to do a face claim gif for my OC. Thank you a million for thinking of me, I was hoping somebody would do it!


Yes, I gave her different colors, but I tried to shape Demetra’s face (and body!!!) as Ashley Graham’s as much as I could. I just love this woman, how she pushes people to love themselves because everybody is beautiful and unique.

PLUS, I find her enchanting, strong, witty, and when I write Demetra’s expressions I basically picture hers.

If they want, I’d like to tag @missragdoll84 @missragdoll84, @kaoruyogi@cute-ellyna@star–nymph  and YOU that you’re reading. Tag me if you like, so I can see your wonderful OCs!!!

Mabari Teraphy

@uchidachi , thank you so much for the prompt. It’s so lovely that this one-shot wrote itself alone. Thank you very much, I hope you like it!

Cullen Rutherford x Demetra Trevelyan
Post Trespasser, arm loss mention, the tiniest amount of angst and a huge chunk of fluff (and dog)

Demetra was sure the bedroom was becoming smaller and smaller around her. She could see the walls pulsing and crushing her and the ceiling pressing her against the floor. She couldn’t breathe. With a sharp inhale, she stood up abruptly and walked barefoot towards the huge window. The air caressed her sweaty skin and she let her body relaxed slightly. Down, in the courtyard of the Winter Palace, nobles and ambassadors and Maker knew who were walking, chatting, and probably gossiping about the events of the week. She refused to look down at her missing limb or to take not about how unconcerned those people seemed. They were lucky, she bit her lip. None of them was there hearing a former friend proclaiming his intentions to destroy the world. None of them
She wanted her husband and wanted to leave that awful marbled nest of snakes as soon as possible. Two days, Cullen had promised, just the time to arrange a safe journey back to Skyhold. Cassandra had already left. Disbanding the Inquisition was going to take a huge amount of time, but they had all agreed that none of the good people who had served the cause would leave without a proper compensation or another place where to go. They wouldn’t abandon them. Demetra straightened her back, rolling her neck. She was both tired and almost hysterical. The healers had recommended her to rest as much as she could. Demetra didn’t object to that since she had no desire to be subjected to prying eyes and indiscreet mouths while walking in the gardens or sitting in the Main Library. She had done with the Winter Palace for good. That didn’t mean she was enjoying her forced rest. Maybe she would if the fear would let her in peace for a moment. Anyone she loved was in danger and she didn’t know if she would be able to save the world again.There was a thin, slithering splinter of fear in her soul since her last meeting with Solas, along with the sensation that maybe her time as the hero of the story was over. But whoever was going to take this burden from her, would be strong enough to defeat a god umped out from legends?

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After her first dragon hunt, the Inquisitor returns in Skyhold, but not everybody is ready to celebrate.

PART I/II (Part II here)

Demetra Trevelyan, Cullen Rutherford, Josephine Montyliet, Leliana, Dorian

Pre relationship

Ao3 here

“Commander ?” Leliana’s scout seemed sincerly worried “Ser? Are you alright?”

“Yes. You can go.” Cullen growled, the sound deep in his throat “I’ll contact the Spymaster when… when I’ll finish here, thanks.”. The scout nodded, leaving his office as fast as he could.  Cullen let himself falling in his chair, breathing heavily. His hands were shaking horribly and the words written on the report danced before his eyes “High Dragon… Inquisitor… wounded, but alive… victory…”

High Dragon


The Inquisitor had fought against a fucking dragon, he roared in his mind, crampling the paper in his hand. He forced himself to read again everything, admitting at least with himself that he was searching for more informations about the Inquisitor -  her - health.
“Alive” was good, but not good enough, Maker! Dorian was there, but did they have proper healers too? How badly was she hurt? 

The Commander started to walk back and forth, he couldn’t stay sat, thinking that Demetra had put her life in danger. More than usual. They had talked about the possibility to fight against a dragon, during a meeting in the War Room, and she had promised to be cautious. And she had repeated her promises during one of their chess match, laughing gently that he was worrying too much. She had promised. And she had broken that promise.

And now she was wounded. 

When Demetra arrived in Skyhold, there was a quite a crowd to cheer at her. Common people, some Templars, a lot of nobles and also a couple of Mages. Everyone seemed eager to congratulate with her, speak with her, shake her hand. When Josephine finally reached the Inquisitor in the middle of that turmoil, Demetra was quite relieved to be dragged away, leaving the glory to Bull, Dorian and Sera. 

“Inquisitor, it’s good to see you here again and… in one piece.” Josephine smiled “We received news you were wounded.”. Demetra sighed, walking slowly near her friend. In one piece, yes, but not completely healed, she admitted with herself “We were all wounded, frankly. But it wasn’t so bad, after all. Dorian did a great job and Bull put us in one piece again, when the magic couldn’t work fast enough,”.

For a moment, while they were entering in the Main Hall, the Ambassador seemed hesitant “Ah, well, here the… here we were all worried, my lady.”

“I’m alright, Josephine, as you can see. There’s no need to worry. By the way… where is the Commander? I expected to find him in the courtyard. And Leliana too.” she added quickly. The Ambassador face didn’t change from her usual serene expression “Commander Cullen and Leliana had some matters to discuss. They’re waiting for us in the War Room.”.

Demetra walked a little faster, despite her body reminded her that it would have been necessary more time to recover fully.

“Ah, Inquisitor,” Leliana bowed slightly, when the two woman entered in the giant room “forgive us for not being with the others to greet you, at your arrival. We had… some matters to discuss.” she added, glancing at Cullen. 

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OC Dance Meme

How does your OC dance? Let’s find out.

@missragdoll84 , @star–nymph and @gugle1980 tagged me and this was super fun. Thank you very much, lovely ladies!!!

Demetra Sòphie Trevelyan

In general, it’s not of her favorite thing to do, but she can do it even if she’s a barely average dancer. The dance partner is essential for a pleasant experience, but dancing isn’t something super important for her.

In Ostwick: as a noblewoman, she was required to learn dancing, but she rarely enjoyed it. Few of her dance partners let her feel as if she wasn’t too big or heavy to be led in a waltz. Plus, dancing during a party was just another formal occasion to exchange favors or gossip, something she never enjoyed.

: she thinks Cullen’s embarrassment about being a bad dancer is the cutest thing she has ever seen. She leads him, and she finds out quickly he’s rather good, despite his objections. She enjoys very much dancing under the moonlight with him. It’s one of the most romantic moments between them.

Skyhold - Her quarters:
she loves dancing barefoot and gently swaying around with Cullen, when they hear music from the tavern. Sometimes they ignore the music and just move slowly together. They don’t dance often, but every time is special.

Skyhold - Her Friends:
in the tavern, she admires her friends and all the people who dance following the quick rhythm of the happy music. If someone - read: Sera - forces her, she tries to follow them, but she prefers waltz and more formal dancing.

 (sorry, no gif found!!!) she loves dancing with her children and she does it pretty often. It’s a special mum & son moment that she treasures deeply.

I tag @cute-ellyna@kaoruyogi , @princessvicky01 (if you all want or didn’t do this before, of course). And of course, whoever wants!!!

Look at this @pfaerie‘s beautiful work that she did for me!!! Demetra and Cullen are simply perfect: together and happy and smiling and beautiful, as I always imagine them!!! I’m so happy about this lovely commission!!!


Thedas Plus Size Appreciation Week
Day 2: Self-Esteem and Self-Love 

I know, I’m late. What can I say?? I’m sorry, but life happens!!! I still hope you’ll enjoy this!

“Uhm, I don’t know how to put this in a kind way, Inquisitor.”.

Demetra arched an eyebrow “Then, don’t.”

“The armor, Inquisitor.” Harrit said dryly, rubbing his head “The armor doesn’t fit well. Well, it doesn’t fit at all, it’s too tight. I can’t close it around your torso. I’ll have to enlarge this Orlesian crap, I’m sorry.”.

Demetra couldn’t restrain a laugh. If that was her worst problem during the day, it’d have been a great day.

After looking for a little at Harrit, busy to bicker with Dagna about if putting one of her weird gadget in the Inquisitor’s armor was a good idea or not - it’s a rune, Harritt, c’mon, open your mind, you’re not one of my previous fellows from Orzammar!- , the Inquisitor closed her eyes, relaxing sensing the sound of the waterfall, the familiar scent of fire and iron in the forge.

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A week later, this is a special fan fiction to celebrate my first year as a Dragon Age Inquisition player. I hope you like it!

Cullen Rutherford X Demetra Trevelyan 


Cullen looked at her. He blinked a couple of time, rubbing the back of his neck. His glare flew on the sumptuously decked table for two in her quarters. He could sniff roasted meat, aubergines, peppers and homemade bread. And… was that one of the rare Antivan bottles of wine which Josephine gave her as a thank for the effort in the Montilyet’s affair?

“Happy anniversary, Cullen.” the young woman laughed softly, clearly enjoying his dumbstruck face. Cullen’s eyes returned quickly to her, a pleasant heat spreading in all his body.

Maker’s breath, Demetra was beautiful. She had more make up than usual and while her eyes were enlighted by black lines around them, was the red lipstick on her lips which beckoned him to go nearer, to ensure that that enchanting sight was real. He caressed her red hair, she did something and the usual straight impossibly long strands were lighlty waved, a long, red cloak along her back. Some sparkling bobpins held the shortest locks away from her face and Cullen now understood what she bought in Val Royeaux during the last trip with Cassandra and Josephine.

“You are lovely. I mean, stunning, beautiful.” the Commander amended blushing, grimacing once again for his inability to put his thoughts in proper sentences.

Because he had a lot of thoughts about her – as always – and they were more than pleasant – as always – and he was so eager to tell her everything that his tongue was stuck – as always.

For example, the dress was simply breathtaking… no, he was wrong, Cullen thought swallowing. Shewas breathtaking, enveloped in a cloud of soft turquoise green and golden laces around her pale shoulders. The neckline was low enough to allow him to see his coin against her porcelain skin and - he swallowed again, hard - a generous portion of her enchanting breasts. A flash of how they bounced during their lovemaking sent a pang of desire straight in his belly. Every piece of that dress seemed thought to lure a lover’s gaze around her feminine curves, the abundance of softness that he loved so much touching and tasting and kissing.

Cullen couldn’t believe she chose that for his own eyes.

“So?” Demetra laughed again, blushing under his gaze, but putting a hint of slyness in her voice “I presume you like the dress. What about the rest? Are you hungry?”


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