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 Nsfwish

“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.

I Remember Our First Kiss

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Cullen Rutherford X Demetra Trevelyan Post Trespasser A touch of angst, a lot of fluff, arm loss mention

“I remember our first kiss. It was around this time of the year, if I’m right.” Cullen murmurs sleepy, one arm limply resting around her waist, the other tucked under the pillow they’re sharing. Demetra looks at him - her husband - sniffing slightly, a bit shocked he remembers such a tiny detail after the giant mess of the last days in Orlais “Do you?”. She hasn’t expected that answer, when she has asked him what he was thinking about.  “Yes.” he replies, cracking an eye open to kiss away a tear from her cheek. She feels guitly, she knows he needs to sleep. Cassandra has told her he refused to move when she was unconscious, after their return. And she has been knocked out by the painkillers for a full day at least.  “I bet you didn’t expect to end up with a woman who can’t even botton up her shirt alone.” her voice cracks despite her efforts. Fully awake, he puts his hand on her cheek, and she basks in the feeling despite the lump in her throat. It has always been in that way, He can soothe her pain just showing her that he cares. Such a terrible and wonderful power.  She feels guilty crying for her lost hand when she has feared for her life, for not having a chance to truly build a life with her husband. At a certain point, travelling through the Eluvians, she has realized there was a big possibility she wasn’t going to see him again. So, a hand for a life is a good price, after all. But she feels stupid, so stupid, because the more she tries to be optimistic, the more she notes there are tons of things she has always done without realizing that are simpler with two hands.  Demetra presses her face on his neck, sobbing loudly. For her hand, for the tension accumulated when the world started to see her as an unwanted figure, for what Solas confessed and wants to do, for the Inquisition, whose time is over, for her friends who are going to leave her. She cries for all these thing and others too, past and present mixed confusely in front of her. Too changes, too fast. Again. She remembers everything, since the very beginning. Ostwick, with its white palaces and the air which smells of salt and water. A lovely place, but a younger her carved for more. Haven, and its scent of the fires and the ale in Flissa’s tavern, and her confusion to be all in a sudden a Herlad and a heretic. Skyhold, with its majestic halls and mighty walls, were she has found peace and safety for a bit. And all the other places she has visited, all the people she has met. In the furious carousel of memories and colors, her husband’s voice is quiet but clear “I didn’t expect to marry you, if I have to be honest.” Cullen confesses, caressing her back with gentle and slow circular movements. His words calms her inner turmoil, his voice stronger than the confusion of tangled feelings in her heart. Cullen continues, chuckling “I mean, I was sure you were going to leave after I commented the weather, that day on the ramparts!” Her laughs takes her by surprise. Cullen holds her a little tighter “I swear, I was so sure I messed up everything!” “I... I found it bewitching, actually.” she admits quietly, arching her neck to look at him. And his eyes make her feel breathless. There’s everything she needs: love, affection, trust. Not an inch of pity or fear or anything less than good. Cullen kisses gently her fingers “Thank the Maker you have a poor taste about flirting!” “And dancing!” she replies, a hint of mirth in her hoarse voice. He chuckled again, encouraging her to continue “At least, you never asked me if I took chastity vows! That was awkward!”. His laughter this time is stronger and, incredibly, his cheeks turn a bit pink “How did we get there?” “I wanted to speak to you, but you intimidated me and my brain refused to cooperate!” ”Oh, did I?” he arches an eyebrow, and she punches him lightly “Don’t be smug, Commander Sunshine. It’s your fault if I acted like an idiot around you!” He kisses her quickly “I did the same. All the time. Do you know that Varric and Bull had a bet about us?” “The one about if we truly had sex or not on your desk all the night?” “What?!” he almost jumps. “Ah, uh... nothing, I’ll tell you another time!” “Did they...?! Those two truly have no shame!” he grumbles “Well, the bet I was aware of, was about how long me and you would take before confesses our feelings to each other.” “Oh, that’s kind of... gentle, for their standards. Who did win?” “Cassandra.” This time she is the one who is shocked “No way! Cassandra would never...” Demetra pauses a moment. Her best friend has a great sense of honor and a greater sense of privacy, but her love for romances probably is even bigger. And it’s quite an innocent bet, after all. Cullen smirks “Bull told me she knew you were going to come to my office that afternoon because you... apparently, you...” a laugh escapes from his lips. Demetra groans “Because she chaught me trying my speech for you, right? I knew she had heard me, I knew it!” “I’m curious. Since my brilliant, meteorological start probably wasn’t what you expected...” this time is her turn to giggle “what did you plan to tell me?” “I...ah, basically my speech was along the line “I know you can have much more better choice than me, but would you be willing to give it a try, pretty please?””. He caresses her cheek, carefully avoiding one fresh bruise near her nose, and she shakes her head before he can protest on her choice of words “I wouldn’t expect you actually kissing me very romantically like in one of Cass’ books! When you started to remind me about my role and the war... Maker, here we go, I told myself, he’s going to kindly reject me and I’ll have to find a place where hiding with my shame. I’m glad I was wrong.” she chuckles, a bit embarassed. He smiles back, gently lowering his head to kiss her properly, gently, carefully. He’ll give her time, she knows it, time to heal and figure out how to settle in her new life. In their new life, she corrects quietly herself. He touches her forehead with his, inhaling slowly “It’s going to be alright, wife.” “I know. I trust us, husband.” she whispers. Tomorrow, it’ll be a difficult day. But for tonight, she can rest in the safest place for her in all Thedas.

Ever Kiss Underwater?

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Cullen Rutherford X Demetra Trevelyan, NSFW

“Ever kiss underwater?” Demetra smiled, winking at him. Cullen barked a startled laugh “You can’t be serious!” “I’m very, very serious!” she pouted, marching through the garden, her skirts swirling around those generous hips he had grabbed so many times. Maker, she is beautiful!, he thought, following her, and in that dress she was even more than stunning.  “Oh, for the Maker’s sake!” she hissed, when one of her heels ended stuck in the soft grass. Cullen kneeled quickly on the ground, his movements hampered by his  dress uniform “Here, let me help you.” Demetra smiled, lifting lightly the hem of her peach and golden dress. He helped her to slip out of her shoes, placing a quick kiss on her naked calf. She giggled, half for his kiss and half for the refreshing sensation of the dump grass under her toes.  “Better?” he smirked. She nodded, a pleased sigh leaving her mouth “Much better, thank you. I love these shoes, but… you know, sometimes I just prefer this way.” He knew that. Despite her huge - and for him slightly incomprehensible - love for footwear, she loved very much also walking barefoot in her quarters, especially after a long day. She moved faster now, grabbing his hand “Come on, my Commander. We’re going to swim a little!” “Love, we can’t swim in a fountain.” he replied patiently. She huffed a laugh “Cullen, that’s a swimming pool. We have some in Ostwick too. You can’t always swim in the sea, right?” He was going to reply that in Ferelden they didn’t need swimming pools, since they had wonderful lakes, but when he looked at her, she was already unting the lace on the back of her dress. Cullen almost swallowed his tongue, his blood rushing fast on his cheeks and even faster in his southern regions, thinking to everything was laying under that precious silk.  “Maker’s breath, Demetra, we… we can’t…” She turned towards him “I can’t reach the other laces. Can you help me?” He rubbed his face, feeling his resolution crumbling under the pictures his mind was showing him “You really want to do this. What happens if someone’ll arrive?” “Nobody is coming here! It’s late, the party is over, the marquise and all the guests are in their rooms, mostly too drunk to move without a servant, let alone to walk until here!” she replied. She was right, and he knew it. But still… He swallowed, noting that the already deep neckline of her dress had fallen more, revealing a generous portion of creamy skin and the top of her gorgeous breasts. Flashes of memories about him and her, in his bed, in her bed, on the floor of War Room, exploded in his mind, reminding him how soft and perfect her breasts were under his fingers, how they bounced when she rode him. He could feel himself hardening more, his jaw clenched. Demetra misunderstood his silence. She stopped to try to untie the cloth alone and bit her lip “I… just thought… the party had been long and boring, we didn’t even dance together, busy as we were. But we could have this now, and…” “Turn.” he almost growled, coming closer, dismissing quickly his gloves and the blue stash wrapped around his coat. Her smile made the moonlight paling. He worked fast, brushing his lips against her bare neck, earning a quiet moan from her. When the last lace was untied, she left the upper part of the dress falling around her hips. She turned quickly in his arms, pressing her naked half against him. Cullen groaned, deep and loud. They kissed, hungry for each other, her fingers gripping his hair when his hands brushed against her bare chest. He left her mouth, tracing a path of desire and fire against her throat, his hands playing with her breasts, his fingers teasing her nipples. She arched against him, in a twirl of peach silk and red locks escaped from her complicated hairstyle. As his tongue cheased hers, delighted that she tasted of mint and orange, his hands worked quickly to free her hair from the motherpearl hairpins. When the cascade of dark red hair fell along her back, he murmured appreciatively. “Take this thing off.” she murmured, nipping his lower lip. He groaned again, reluctant to let her go. But she pushed him away gently, finally letting her dress falling in a soft heap on the grass thanks a movement of her hips which almost made him wimper. Getting naked, she blinked at him and walked towards the swimming pool. Sweet Maker, the way she swayed her hips should have been illegal, Cullen thought. He tried blindly to find the buttons of his red coat, devouring the sight of her slowly descending the marble stairs which led to the water. She entered with a little laugh “Love, the water is a bit cold. I think I need you here!”. Finally, with a curse, he diverted his eyes from soft flesh and her generous beackside. She was looking at him, lazily moving in the water, and even from there he could see she wanted him as much as he wanted her.  “Ah!” he barked, when finally naked he reached the pool “The water is freezing!”. He could hear her rolling her eyes “Don’t be dramatic!”. He wanted to reply he wasn’t, not at all, but he was distracted again by the sight of his Inquisitor. Standing on her feet, almost in the middle of the pool, the water gently caressing her breasts, Demetra smiled at him tracing paths on the surface with her fingers.  “You’re beautiful.” he whispered, walking slowly, the cold forgotten “I… ah, I wish I could express myself better.” he murmured, embracing her, one hand gently pinching her nipple. She shook her head whimpering, placing her lips where she could feel his pulse racing wildy, his arousal pressed between them “No need to wish for that.” she said, moving her hand down along his chest, and lower, lower  “I know how you feel about me. I see how you look at me.”. She scraped gently her teeth on his jaw, making him shiver and probably leaving traces of her red lipstick on his skin. Cullen groaned and almost forgot how to breath when Demetra took in her hand his cock, stroking it. She floated almost weightless in his arms, her legs around his hips, his hands enjoying the softness of her backside, while she slowly helped him to enter. Making love in the water wasn’t as easy as he had expected, but their hips rolled together, they panted as one, moans and low growls floating in the air, and soon she was arching against him, rubbing herself searching for every drop of pleasure. He came a moment later, with a growl and his mouth on her breast, her supple flesh caressed and tasted by his lips. With shooking legs, he helped her to rest her back against the marble wall of the swimming pool. They were panting, and smiling like fools. Fools in love. He was still inside her, and she seemed to have forgotten the idea of swimming, when he heard a little laugh. “What was that?” he murmured smiling, leaving a peck on the tip of her nose. She sighed, kissing his cheek and rubbing her smooth skin against his stubble “You didn’t answer me, before. Ever kiss underwater, Cullen?”. A little shriek left her, when he let them both fall underwater, and when they emerged again, laughing openly, he nodded.

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Cullen Rutherford X Demetra Trevelyan

“Demetra, dear, don’t you pass out on me!” Cullen said, realizing how heavily she was leaning against him. Not that that was a problem for him, but it wasn’t the right place. to show any weakness. “I won’t.” she mumbled, closing her eyes again “ ‘was just taking a moment to rest. I’m terribly tired.” It was a little since their dance on the terrace - the best part of his time in that cursed palace - had become a slow swaying together, following their own, slower, music. He knew she was more than tired, after weeks of preparation for that evening, and all the mess happened. He kissed the top of her head and she joked “Just in case, if I faint, will you carry me to the carriage?”. He was deadly serious “I will. I would never abandon you between these people.”. A moment of silence followed his words and she caressed gently his cheek, her smile gone “I hated how they spoke to you, how they dared to touch you.” “I know.” he shivered faintly despite himself, not only remembering how they acted, as if it was fun groping someone, and a pleasant game try to make him uncomfortable. No, what made him shiver was remembering Demetra’s glare, when she had noticed what was happening. If it wasn’t for Vivienne, the Inquisitor’d have surely broken some Orlesians’ bones. The Commander had appreciated the thought, but he also knew - as she did - they had to play that disgusting Game, if they wanted to stop Corypheus’ plan.  “Don’t think about them anymore.” he said, framing her face with his gloved hands “I’m happy you’re here, all in one piece, and victorious.” “You’re going to stay with me for the rest of the night.”she smiled, tapping on his chest. He nuzzled her nose with his “I’d like that very much, but people will gossip.” “I’ll think a solution, trust me.” “I always do.” he replied seriously “Are you feeling better?”.

Leaving

I didn’t write about Mel Cousland since forever. So, here we go, with tears and feelings.  ( Bioware, just so you know, she’s gonna be alright. She is alright. And she has found a Cure.)

Camelia “Mel” Cousland X Alistair Theirin Post DAO: Awekening, Pre Inquisition

“Don’t leave me. Please, don’t.” She looks at him, stopping to pack her things “Alistair, we have already spoken...” “No.” he almost shouts, but his voice is broken and his fists are trembling “I can’t bare the tought... it could take you years to find a Cure, if a Cure exists! Years that we’re going to spend apart and maybe waste, following legends and nothing but false promises!” Mel goes close to him, slowly, carefully, but the king takes a step back from his queen.

Just to flinch, seeing that he has hurt her with his gesture. 

“I can’t do this alone, and if you leave me, I’ll be alone.”  “If I don’t leave, you’ll be dead.” “The Call takes years to appear, Mel. If you’d wait just for a little more, giving me the time to settle the things, I could come with you!” “Alistair, you can’t settle anything. Who’s going to keep our promises about a better life for the elves? The nobles who Eamon seems to esteem so much?! And who’ll defend this Country from possible invasions? Or can we leave to keep an eye to Anora, who would see our departure as an invitation to steal a crown she’s still sure it’s her right to claim? Who can we trust to do the best for our people?”. He has no good answer to give her.  Alistair can be new to this royal life, but he’s very clever and especially he knows what people can do for power. He knows, as she does, that Eamon can’t understand the nobles aren’t the only ones who are worthy to be allied with. And Teagan is a warrior, he’d see just the needs to difend the borders and nothing else. And the Fereldans need a politcal stability, after everything. A stability that just Alistair’s presence can grant them. Mel has told him those words again and again, since when she has announced she was going to leave Denerim. He couldn’t believe she wanted to leave him after so little time together. That she was willing to leave him now that finally they have safety, time, a house. And now that her time to leave is around the corner, logic and hope for a Cure can’t hold his fears and sadness back anymore. In the silence of their quarters, he realizes all in a sudden that soon Mel won’t be there. Kicking him in her sleep. Teaching him how to deal with nobles without yawning. Laughing at his jokes. Making love to him. Consoling him when the nightmares are too dark. No more rose’scent in their quarters, and evening spent speaking near the window, looking at the stars. He has felt that loneliness before. That hole in his chest. Another person who is going to leave him behind. Mel tries to get closer again and this time he lets his head falling on her shoulder. He’s taller and bigger than her, but she holds him with no efforts. “First the damned Blight, then Amaranthine. Now this. We haven’t been together as much as we promised to each other.” “I know.” his queen murmurs, caressing his neck gently, her tears free on her cheeks “I know. But I can’t stay with you, fearing that one day I’ll hear dark voices in my head instead of yours. I can’t pretend it’s okay make a sacrifice if there is a way to do otherwise. I can’t sit on the throne, asking myself how would be having a child, your child?” “If you’re doing this just for an heir...” “No, Alistair. But I don’t hide you I would be honored and deeply happy to have children with you. This is just another incentive to find a way to save us.” He exhales a painful laugh “Why don’t you ask Morrigan? Probably in her little, dark scrolls she has a solution.” “I did.” “And...?” “She gave me informations, but they’re just slivers. I have to put together the mosaic.”

“So, I’m going to stay here” he replies, framing her face with his hands, gently, painfully “looking at you leaving me for the better good.” “No,” Mel says firmly, forcing him to look straight in her dark eyes “you’re going to stay here keeping the things together, looking at me leaving and then returning.”. She kisses him, forcefully “I’m not going to leave you behind. I’m not going to leave us behind. I’m going to find a way to save what we have.” “And after,” he adds “we’ll be together. Forever, this time.”.

Hold What You Treasure

ANGST, eventually fluff in the next chapters ! Cullen Rutherford X Demetra Trevelyan

Part I/III - Before the Exalted Council

She was going to die. The thought woke her up and she doubted she had ever been asleep, that night. She was going to die and there was nothing she could do. Nothing that someone can do. For a moment, Demetra contempled the depth of her fate, a future she couldn’t picture, a moment in which time stopped to look with her at the biggest mistery in the life. Its opposite. This time, she was powerless, this time was everything truly in the Maker’s hands. The awarness of this spread through her body, at the same time clearing and scaring her very soul. A sleepy murmured broke her considerations. She turned her head slightly, looking at where Cullen was sleeping, his head sharing hers pillow, one arm thrown possessively around her chest. Still shocked that she had finally understood how the tale of the mighty Inquisitor was going to end - she had seen Dorian panicking when his potions and researches didn’t work, and Fiona looking at her with pain and pity while she examinated her hand, and Vivienne clamping her lips searching furiously in her books, but the Inquisitor didn’t want to take note of it - Demetra looked at her lover. Her love. Her Cullen, who beat her at chess mercilessly and made love to her holding their bodies as close ad phisically possible. The mand who had given her hours of hapiness and letters and wildflowers for her desk. She would also leave behind her family - Keith didn’t know things were so bad - and her friends, and that was su unfair. “I don’t want to die.” Demetra wasn’t sure if she had told the words aloud, but the tears in her eyes were true. She was scared, despite her faith. She prayed the Maker either to save her or to give her the strength to complete all her tasks, before leaving that world. She had to do so many things, to ensure that people would be okay even after she wouldn’t be there with them.  Especially Cullen. She had to take care of him, she knew he would be broken.  She wanted to ensure he wouldn’t be destroyed. She sobbed quietly, she had hoped their life together would be longer and happier and theirs, instead he would be alone soon.  As if it was agreeing with her, the Anchor flared in the darkness, the untamed power devouring her flesh and bones. She screamed, but if it was for the pain or the blind terror of leaving everything behind she couldn’t say. Powerful, heartbreakingly gentle arms framed her body, while her back arched and her feet kicked away the covers.  She screamed, and screamed, and screamed until her throat burnt and her tears almost chocked her. When he tried to leave her a moment to grab one of the - useless - potions the healers had given her, she pushed her face in his chest, her arms holding him desperately. Demetra didn’t cry, biting her lip to restrain herself. Cullen hugged her, cradling her “It’s gonna be alright.” his voice was ferocious in its determination “I won’t let you die.” “Cullen, I.. there is a thing…” “No!” he roared, forcing her to look at him, stroking her cheeks with his palms “You listen to me: I’m going to save you. Fuck, we are going to save you! All the Inquisition, is it clear? But you have to believe this. Don’t give up. Please.” he begged, from gritted teeth. She heard his silent prayer, not to the Maker, but to her: stay with me. She kissed him, her thumb making slow, tender circles along his jaw. They both knew the Anchor was unstoppable, unless a miracle would happen. She had just wanted to ask him to not forget her, but she swallowed her plea. She could have been strong once more. For him.

Ehi, whoa, you alright there?

Slooowly, I’m doing all the prompts that you, nice people, sent me! So, nonny friend, here’s your and... omg, you made me (and Demetra) blushed with your kind and super appreciated words! Thank you!!!

Cullen Rutherford, Demetra Trevelyan, Sera

"Ehi, whoa, you alright there?” Sera shouted from the rock, incapable to restrain a laugh. Demetra groaned, massaging her head and looking up where her friend was still giggling “Stop it, silly, and help me! I lost my satchel!” Demetra called a bit grumpy, feeling her cheeks warming. Perhaps she had been lucky and no one had noticed the famous Herald of Andraste slipping from a rock straight in the fresh snow, trying to pick an elfroot she had noticed. 

“Here, let me help you.”

Of course, he had noticed.  Demetra groaned silently, trying her best to appear nonchalantly, as if laying on the frozen ground was a perfectly natural thing “Oh, good morning, Commander Cullen! How’s going?” she trilled, waving happily at him. His puzzled expression was almost comical, and she would have laugh if she wasn’t busy cursing her clumsiness. When it came to the gorgeous Commander, her brain seemed glad to take a vacation, leaving her alone to face him, stuttering and embarassing herself. A thing which got her mad. He wasn’t the first handsome man she had seen, for Andraste’s sake! Neither the first who was so clever and polite. Or a great warrior and a caring leader for his troops. Well, she admitted staring at him from her spot, it was the first time she had found all those qualities in one man, but Maker, that really didn’t explain why she had to act like a a drunk druffalo in his presence.  Cullen offered her a gloved hand, but Demetra hesitated. Even without her armour, she was certanly heavier than him. She didn’t want to be dragged from the snow by him. She was too heavy. It would be awkard. Those thoughts startled her. It was stupid, Demetra realized, thinking he could think she wasn’t heavy. The Commander had well working eyes - a bit sad, beautiful, golden eyes - and for sure he had realized she had... curves. The Herald wanted to kick herself. She thought she was doing better about this matter, that all her insecurities were buried in her past, far away from the actual her. 

“Herald?” The concern in his voice forced a smile from her lips “Ah, yes, I... I don’t need help, thanks.”. She stood up as fast as she could, cleaning her trousers from the snow. He let his hand falling at his side “Are you sure is everything alright? You fell badly from the little hill, my lady.” “Demetra.” He looked at her and she played with the hem of her shirt “Er... I mean, everyone except Josie calls me by name. My name... the real one, not the title I mean. You can do the same. I mean, if you want, that’s it. You don’t need to be formal.”. Oh, Maker, she thought shifting on her fett, why the rifts didn’t appear when someone needed them?” “You’re very kind,” the Commander replied, holding the pommel of his sword “but... at least in public, I think it’s better if I am a bit more formal.” “Sure, sure.” she nodded, trying to hid a bit of disappointment “I forgot my position is still... unsure.”. Before the silence between them could become too heavy, she added with a sly smile “Better that I behave or the Chancellor Roderick will drag me in Val Royeaux personally!” “I wouldn’t allow it!” he stepped closer, raising slighlty his voice. Demetra knew her surprise was mirrored on his face. Taking a step back, Cullen rubbed his neck “Ah, pardon me, my lady. Uh... I just wanted to...” another moment of silence, and he spoke looking seriously   in her eyes “You’re doing well, helping all that people and sealing the rifts. Not even the Chancellor could try to deny it. And in any case, what he thinks is irrelevant. The Inquisition promised you protection, and I... and everyone will keep their word.”. They stared at each other and Demetra felt the - sudden and very scary - impulse to hug the Commander, thanking him for his words, for not considering her a strange creature marked by the magic. She didn’t do it, of course, but she thanked him as much warmly as she could. Cullen needed to know she appreciated his thoughts.

“Oy!” Sera called, looking at them, reminding Demetra her presence“Finished with the blabla, haven’t you? Maybe Commander Nice Hair could help us to find more elfroot, nh?” “Actually, I think we have enough elfroot for our next trip.” Demetra started as Cullen replied “I’d truly like that, but my troops need me now.”. Looking at each other, they shared a soft laugh, ignoring Sera’s grunt. This time Demetra could smile openly “Thanks anyway, Commander.” “My pleasure, lady Herald. Just, pay more attention next time, please. Have a nice day. Both of you.” he added, nodding at Sera and leaving them. When Sera reached her with her satchel, Demetra frowned “What?” “What what?” the young elf laughed, putting an arm around her shoulders. Demetra sighed “You have a very pesky smile.” “Oh, I was just looking.” “Looking what?” Inspecting her face, Sera snorted a laugh “Dorks, I was just looking at dorks.”.

Moments

Demetra Trevelyan X Cullen Rutherford

NSFW

“How did we get here?” Demetra asked to herself, in a brief moment of lucidity, staring at the mass of blonde curls between her legs. She wanted to ask him... something about the supplies for the troops... so, why was she now on her back, sprawled on Cullen’s bed, with him occupied to lick and suck her most intimate place?

When his tongue started to tease her just where she wanted it more, the Inquisitor decided she didn’t care to have an answer. She didn’t care about nothing but her Commander, as naked as she was, doing those marvellous things to her. And, if the rolls of his hips were a clue, he was having a good time too. Despite her own inexperience, she knew not all the men liked to go down on their women. But Cullen? Cullen had made very clear, and quite often, that he was more than willing to do it. That he loved to do it. And that he was proud to make her so aroused just with his mouth.

“Don’t restrain yourself, I want to hear you.” he had growled once, at the very beginning of their intimate relationship, when she was still very embarassed to have him between her thighs - her big, not at all toned thighs - and face to face to her generous belly. “Please.” he had added, blowing gently against her womanhood, kissing his way slowly along the skin of her legs. Demetra wasn’t very vocal, but knowing that he enjoyed giving her pleasure in that way as much as she loved receiving it was a great incentive to be a little wilder than usual.  A loud moan escaped from her wet lips and her back arched, when he put a little more strength in sucking her. One of her hands flew between his curls, instinctively pushing him closer to her. She squirmed slightly, the cotton of his sheets too much against her damp skin, and she called his name while his tongue pressed against her clit. Her body ondulated and when she managed to look again at him, she almost came just seeing him: eyes closed, the frown he wore when he was deeply focused, totally lost in their shared pleasure. He hummed, making her vibrate and moan again. Demetra panted, wanting and needing more, needing him inside her, but also praying that Cullen wasn’t going to stop, not now that she was so, so...

Her orgasm hit her surprisingly hard and Demetra couldn’t restrain the contorted version of Cullen’s name which slipped from her lips, again and again. He didn’t stop, helping her to ride her pleasure until its very last spark.  “Cul... Cullen, enough...” she stuttered and only then, with a final kiss which made her spasm, he relented, climbing on the bed, settling comfortably between her legs. Without a word, she opened her arms for him, holding him tightly against her frame when he kissed her, his tongue deep in her mouth and his erection pressed against her soft flesh. 

He groaned, rubbing himself against her a couple of times “Maker, you’re so warm.”. Cullen grabbed one of her breasts, toying with her nipple and sucking it when it peaked between his fingers. She moaned loudly, wrapping her legs around his hips, pressing her fingers on his strapping back, sensing his muscles darting under her touch. His name was all Demetra could say while he slipped inside her. Cullen spoke more, grunting and groaning, and telling her his “I love you, Maker, I love you so much.” while he was thrusting, making them move together. He kissed her breastbone, plunging his head between her breasts, kissing every inch of skin he could reach. With a little help of those clever fingers of his, he made Demetra peak again, following her with a strangled shout, shivering and moaning. Cullen stayed inside her even when their bliss started to fade, nuzzling his nose on the crook of her neck, making her giggle. “You’re so beautiful.” he murmured, trying to not crash her with his bulk, but the Inquisitor knew her Commander was well aware how much she loved having him in that way, after their lovemaking. Demetra kissed his damp hair, inhaling deeply “I don’t remember why I came here.” “You came because of me.”.

For a moment, she was stunned. Then, she laughed, and she continued until she cried, and he followed her, rumbling amused against her body. They laughed and kissed each other, stealing a handful of moments just for themselves. Those were the best moments during their days as Inquisitor and Commander.

Look, I went spicy. And I headcanon Fereldans have an awful sense of humor. Every like, reblog, comment, whatever, is truly appreciated!

Da Mi Basia Mille

(Give Me a Thousand Kisses, I took the title from the latin poetry written by Catullus)

@cute-ellyna, I hope you like it! I’m not sure about how this is, but thank you very, very much for this VERY interesting prompt!

Cullen Rutherford X Demetra Trevelyan, pre Desk Scene, nsfw-ish (nothing explicit, but sex mentioned)

“Do you have a moment?” Demetra asked, looking doubtfully at the pile of paper that was waiting on his desk. Cullen smiled - no... no, he smirked and she could feel her knees trembling - and took gently her hand, kissing her knuckles one by one “For you? Always.”. A shot of heat blossomed on her body hearing that low voice. Flaming Andraste, that voice was a public danger. It was too easy imagining it whispering words in the secret of the night, things that a chantry educated girl shouldn’t have known. Demetra realized she was blushing, while Cullen lingered a moment longer with his lips on her skin. It was endaring how he could be so tenderly akward a moment, and so terribly smooth the moment after, when he was sure his attentions were wanted, he wasn’t overstepping and she was comfortable to be touched by him. Always thoughtful, and a bit unsure, and desperately eager to not go too fast with her, she smiled softly, kindly pulling him a little closer, their fingers interwoven.

“Shall we go?” he asked, caressing her cheek with his free hand. His tumb stroked once, twice, her lower lip. She nodded at his words, but none of them moved and Demetra wasn’t truly surprised when Cullen enclosed her face with his gloved hands, bending a little. 

Cullen kissed her, pressing his lips on hers with a satisified sigh, a sound which she echoed leaning against his damned breastplate. He didn’t deepen the kiss, but started to pepper her face with little, playful pecks. She giggled, delighted, when he kissed the tip of her nose, the freckles which were well visible after all those days in the Forbidden Oasis, the corner of her lips.

He murmured something, tracing her temple with his lips and he repeated it, breathing against her ear “Maker’s breath, you’re so, so beautiful.”. 

Wounded

Cullen has hard times trying to apologize, especially with a party thrown between him and the Inquisitor.

Pre - Relationship, Cullen Rutherford, Demetra Trevelyan

Part II/II (part I here)

(Reblogged because for no reasons the link of the Part II didn’t work anymore. Special thanks to the precious @elenstar who informed me!)

“Fifteen.” he counted in his mind, the thud made by his sword one of the only few sounds in Skyhold’ courtyard. It was too early even to find Ser Barris and his men in the training ring after the morning service in the Chapel, but Cullen couldn’t lay in his bed a minute more.

Despite the crisp air, the Commander was sweating and his throat was dry, but he didn’t stop. He wanted to be exhausted. He wanted to stop to see fragments of her, defenceless and in pain, in his mind. He wanted to forget the nightmare.

She was screaming.

And was covered in blood, calling for an help which wouldn’t come, a dark, giant shadow behind her. And he wasn’t fast enough.

“Maker’s breath!” he panted, weeping the sweat from his brow, but not stopping. He had dreamt about Demetra, before. Illecit, sensual dreams which had forced him on his knees, asking the Maker forgiveness for his weakness.

The one during the last night had him on his knees, thanking the Maker for letting her coming back to him - to them all. The Inquisitor didn’t return to him, the Commander scolded himself, twirling his sword. She wasn’t interested in him as nothing more than a colleague, a friend at best, he reminded to himself, balacing better the shield.

And he had failed her.

Wounded

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

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

Wounded

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. 

Unwanted Words

Demetra was searching for a moment of quiet in one of her favorite places in Skyhold, but she found a very upset Seeker. And a troubled best friend couldn’t be ignored.

Demetra Trevelyan, Cassandra Pentaghast

“Grunt!”

Demetra lifted her eyes from the book, hearing the unmistakable disgusted noise which just one person in all Skyhold could manage to make so properly. Cassandra was inspecting some letters, crumpling there as soon as she finished to read them. It was quite a pile of messages and, most of them, were written on expensive paper. A couple of them had also intricated seals. 

The two women were sat in their favorite corner in the garden. It was such a beautiful, sunny autumn day, that would have been a shame staying close inside, Demetra had thought.

Having some time for herself, the Inquisitor had decided to read a new book who Dorian had given her about ancient languages. It was an interesting reading, but the subject wasn’t simple at all, not even for someone like her who enjoyed greatly studying other cultures. It had been a surprised finding Cassandra sit there. Even if both of them love using that part of the garden to find a moment of peace, it was unusual finding the Seeker there, instead that in the training ring or inspecting the keep.

Cassandra had asked her to wait for a moment “I had to finish to read these things, but I’d like spending some time with you, after.” she had said, making some space on the bench for her friend.

Demetra had had all the intentions to wait patiently, reading her book in the meanwhile, but Cassandra’s noises were hard to ignore.

Closing her volume, Demetra asked “May I ask you who wrote all those letters which seems to bother you so much, Cass?”

“My family.” the Seeker replied shortly, discaring another message, her frown even deeper. Demetra bit her lip, holding back her curiosity. 

Oh Lion, My Lion

The words of this song are property of Suzanne van Pelt. I was inspired to write this listening at her masterpiece HERE.  Dedicated to @alma-enigmatica , who was waiting for a new fan fiction. I hope you like it!

Cullen Rutherford X Demetra Trevelyan

Oh lion, my lion your deafening roar Will again be as loud as it once was before We fight through the nightmares, the shades and the fade Til the war has been won and the tides have been swayed

“It’s about me! Us! It’s… it’s your poetry!” Cullen said dumbstrucked, stopping abruptly in the middle of the road and grabbing his beloved’s hand so thight she winced. He murmured an apology, softening his grip, but his eyes, wide open and shocked, were glued on the wooden building in front of them. From the little tavern, the melodic voices of the ministrels warmed the quiet summer night, and the former Inquisitor released the breath she didn’t realize was holding back in her throat.

“They came to visit me, some days ago, when you were out with your brother.” she murmured quietly, an apology shying rising in her voice “They… they has read my poetries and asked the permission to set some of them to music. I don’t know how they knew I was here in the South Reach, visiting your family.”.

He looked at her, his cheeks reddened “Why didn’t you tell me?”. Cullen was still puzzled, his eyes unsure, and her heart squeezed in her chest. Cornered. Maybe that had been a mistake.

Quiet

Post Trespasser

Cullen Rutherford X Demetra Trevelyan

It was the silence which awoke her.

Demetra opened her eyes, staring at the comfortable darkness around her, Cullen’s familiar and very welcomed weight pressed against her side, his head safely tucked under her chin. She smiled, hearing his soft snoring. The nightmares would probably never disappeared totally, but since they had reached their new home in the South Reach, Cullen had started to appear more and more relaxed. Her role wasn’t the only one which sometimes had been a heavy burden.

The South Reach.

It was a delightful place for sure, but as a Freemarcher, former Inquisitor, noblewoman no more, Demetra was still trying to find her own place there. That consideration brought back the reason of her lack of sleep.

When she lived in Ostwick, her family’s estate was close enough to the sea that she fell asleep every single night of her life cradled by the gentle song of the waves. Despite her naive joy and pride to be finally part of something bigger than fencing lessons and parties, she had missed the sea terribly, when she was travelling to the Conclave, her nights now filled with worried whispers outside her tent and the creaks of the sentinels’ armors. 

Even in her spartan room in Haven the silence wasn’t total, between the random crackles from the Anchor, people who were discussing and walking outside her door. And in Skyhold, silence wasn’t exactly silent. It was a quiet drakness outside her windows, but nothing precisely still. Listening carefully, one could hear songs from the tavern, someone who was working until late in the courtyard, maybe the steps of a couple of lovers. Skyhold had never slept.

Not in the way the South Reach did.

Eyes and Skin

The first time Cullen and the Inquisitor are intimate it’s a mess of tongues and teeth and lips, tangled limbs and clothes discared without care, soft sighs and pleased growls.

And then, his hand takes her marked one, and she freezes, eyes open wide, because he clealry wants to remove the half glove she always has on that hand. The glove which saves her from glares and murmures, the piece of cloth which shields a dreadful, unknown spell from the rest of the world, allowing her to walk, sometimes, without feeling a sort of strange, magic crafted weapon.

And now his lips are ghosting just a breath away from that glove, from that magic.

He senses her hesitation and stops, looking at her, waiting for a word. His hands are so much bigger than hers, she notices, wondering if his Templar training will be stronger than his passion - than his affection - and he will be horrified. Scared. Disgusted.

Cullen rubs tenderly his tumb against the glove, exploring gently the surface.

A silent asking for a permission. 

And when she, reclutant and scared to see him looking straight at that green thing, nods slowly, he kisses her palm, lingering there.

A silent thanks.

He takes off the glove slowly, gently, giving her time to change her mind. When her bare hand stands in front of him, the emerald light casting a faint glow on his face, he kisses even kinder the wounded skin. And her wrist. And every inch of her skin.

His eyes never change, the tenderness and the other stronger feeling still there, untouched, a soft, golden look which sees the woman in front of him. 

Nothing more, nothing less, and it’s all that matters.

The Inquisitor understands she can love that man until her last day of life.

Not sure what is this. But likes, reblogs, comments, are always loved and very much appreciated!

Just a Lazy Day

So, in this fanfiction, I did an evil thing that broke a couple of hearts (insert evil laugh here).  @cute-ellyna, the fluffy here is all for you. Take this as a sort of compensation for the pain! And many, many thanks to all the people who commented and reblogged and wrote tags. Be sure, I read them all!

Cullen Rutherford X Demetra Trevelyan

Post Trespasser, nsfwish, shameless fluff

“Do you fear I’m going to disappear if you’ll allow me to breathe?” Demetra couldn’t restrain a soft laugh, when Cullen hugged her a bit tighter.

“I fear you could find something else to do in our home, decide to go and put an end to the best moment of my day.”.

She smiled, pretending innocence “Oh dear, if I’d know that you needed a bath so badly…”.

He pinched her wet bottom, making her squeak and laugh harder. “You know,” she said after a moment, adjusting herself on his lap and gently running her nails along his cheek and chin “I should forbid you to shave again.”. Her husband smirked, pressing weat kisses along her throat “Mia told me I seem a vagabond, with a six days long beard.”. Demetra giggled breathlessly, brushing her lips against his damp curls “Uhm, I don’t know, I find it… quite hot.”.

He kissed the hollow between her collarbones “You’re a teaser, lady Rutherford.”.

“Your fault, you… ah… you’re re too tempting, lord Trevelyan.” she stuttered, enjoying his clever, slow caresses against her skin.

He grinned – Maker, that grin that could make her weak in her knees even after all the time together– and kissed her hard, his tongue eagerly searching for hers. Pressed as she was against him in the bathtub, she could sense his excitement rising very fast.

They had already made love once, but he didn’t seem willing to leave their bedroom anytime soon.

And, honestly, she wasn’t going to complain.