Getting Sick and Getting Better

Reader gets sick. Tangerine takes care of her!

Minors DO NOT INTERACT.

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“Would you fucking just lay down?” Tangerine practically snarls, his cockney accent stronger than ever. It always makes an appearance in full force when he is stressed.

He seems very much stressed out now, you yawn, while he pushes a rebel curl away from his reddened face. You would laugh if you weren’t feeling as sick as you were sure you look. One of the deadliest assassins in the world – the one who did the Bolivian mess, the one who was fished out from the wreckage of a Japanese train with a bullet in his neck, the one that after finding his twin convinced him to be back at work less than two months after his very, very near-death experience – one of them was fretting because you got a fever.

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*SO*.

I am back. Hello everyone! I hope you all wonderful people are doing well. After being through one of the worst non creative times of my life, back I am. And I am so sorry for the waiting. 

Now, I still write mostly about plus sized readers. 

However, the inspiration was back thanks to the gentleman in this fic from my other blog.

Worry not, I will still write about Dragon Age, but let’s say that I have widened my horizon at the moment. 

I’ve missed you all!

Once Family, Always Family

Terribly late, day 4 of @cullenappreciationweek !!!!! Starring Mia Rutherford as the special guest! Post Inquisition, Pre Trespasser

“Are you alright?” Cullen looked up from the bundle in his arms. Mia was mixing the ingredients for the pie for the next day. They planned to have a pic nic with all the family. Rosalie had pointed out that it was a good occasion to get accustomed to each other again once and for all. He frankly couldn’t disagree. It had been five days since he and Demetra had traveled in the South Reach to meet his family. A handful of days couldn’t magically erase years of distance, even if their meeting had been moving and rich of hugs. And a punch from Mia, but that was another story. Cullen was still adjusting to the fact that his siblings had all new lives. He had met Mia’s husband and her two children. Branson’s wife and their son. Rosalie had told him about her studies as an herbalist. For years, he had forced himself to put them behind. First, he was too busy with his devotion to the Order. Then, it was simply too painful to tell them about his life. He had been a coward, he grimaced shifting the baby in his hold. 

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HAPPY 10TH BIRTHDAY, DRAGON AGE!!!

Headcanon:

Cullen accidentally brushes against the Inquisitor’s breasts, while they’re speaking about Inquisition stuff. He apologies profusely, through all the day. Like, twenty times per hour, making this thing bigger and more embarrassing for them both. With sentences like “It was an accident I swear… It wasn’t my intention to touch your… ehm… you. Really, why would I want to touch you? I mean, not that I don’t want to touch you again - insert Inquisitor’s face - Maker’s breath, what I wanted to say is that I’m so sorry and this will never happen again, I swear. Ever. I…  have things to do.”.

He goes out and falls from the stairs.

A portrait of @stregatadallostregatto ‘s absolutely stunning Inquisitor Demetra Trevelyan ;3

WHAT??????!!!!!!!!!!! OMG!!!!!!!!!!! @vartharra this is so amazing!!!!!!!!! OMG I don’t have words! Thank you so, so much!!!! OMG I didn’t expect this, not at all!!!! LOOK AT MY DEMETRA! OMG I gonna cry, she’s beautiful!!! Thank you, so, so much! 

Romancing Cullen headcanons - When she’s far away:

- He’s self - conscious when he touches the Inquisitor. She’s soft, all velvet skin and gracious curves. His hands, instead, are calloused, fingers rough after a life of fighting. But he smiles warmly when she admits that she loves feeling his finger on her skin. Exactly as they are.

- When she’s away, he goes in her quarter for reassuring that the room is perfectly tidy, with fresh flowers on her desk and all ready for a bath, in case she comes back sooner. But he doesn’t stay in her quarters for a very long time or during the night. Without her, it’s just an empty, dark room.

- He loves admiring her while she’s undressing herself or brushing her hair before enjoying him at bed. He likes that the Inquisitor is gone and he can hug the woman who he loves desperately.

- He boasts with the arrogant nobles that the Inquisitor is a great dragon hunter, a brave warrior, a clever woman and a wise leader. Plus, she’s beautiful and no, she’s not interesting in arraigned marriages.

- He keeps all her letters for him on the night table, near his bed. If he has a nightmare, reading her words calms him faster.

- He tries to eat decently and sleep as long as he can. He doesn’t want that she worries for him, when she returns in his arms, finding him pale. When he holds her, he want to see her happy.

You know, we always think about the poor recruits interrupting Cullen and Quizzie - Jim, the fandom is looking at you. BUT What about Leliana’s scouts? Can you imagine their faces when they discover that their dark boss has a bunch of nugs, and one of them is called Schmooples II? And then Charter starts to reflect, and understands that Sister Nightingale is the one who has brought the nugs on the surface from Orzammar? And when they have to name their crows and the scouts all pick names as “Darkstorm”, “Silverwings”, “Nightfeathers”, “Frank”, and Leliana comes with “Baron Plucky”? I think we need to think more about what’s going on in that tower.

Halloween Asks!

🎃Pumpkin: What is your favorite season?

👻Ghost: Do you get scared easily?

🎃Candy Corn: What is your favorite kind of candy?

👻Vampire: What is your favorite supernatural creature?

🎃Witch: If you could have any superpower, what would it be?

👻Trick or Treat: What was your favorite Halloween costume?

🎃Black Cat: Are you superstitious?

👻Ouija Board: If you could change your name, what would you change it to?

🎃Graveyard: Do you know any good scary stories?

👻Skeleton: Have you ever broken a bone?

🎃Werewolf: What is your favorite urban legend?

👻Horror Flick: Do you like scary movies? If so, which one is your favorite?

🎃Haunted House: Would you prefer to live in the city or the country?

👻Zombie: Do you think that you could survive a zombie apocalypse?

🎃Mummy: What is your biggest fear?

👻Bat: Do you have any pets?

🎃Cauldron: What kind of potion would you make if you had the opportunity?

👻Full Moon: Do you prefer nighttime or daytime?

🎃Corn Maze: What is your favorite autumn activity?

👻Broomstick: What exciting places have you traveled to?

Come to meet me, yes?

Nights Are For Dreaming

While I’m working on a longer fanfic, I felt the desire of something shorter, fluffy.

I hope you like it!

Demetra Trevelyan x Cullen Rutherford

NSFW-ish (nothing graphic)

Cullen tried to lay down as graciously as he could. It was a bit tricky to take possession of the left side of the mattress. His beloved Inquisitor tended to occupy all the unattended space during her sleeping, and that night was no different. Even knowing Demetra slept like the dead – and Maker how much he envied her sometimes – he moved her arm away from his pillow carefully, worried to disturb her rest. Maker knew they both had quite a day. She grunted something and rolled on her side, curling slightly. He barely held back a chuckle seeing her in that way. There was something endearing about the mighty Inquisitor childlike sleeping, unaware of any problem or the stack of reports he had just brought on her desk. Thinking about the workload made him hesitant. It wasn’t that late, maybe he could work for another ten minutes. “Don’t you dare,” a bundle of sleepy angry words hit him as soon as he put his feet on the soft carpet near the bed “Come back here and sleep, Cullen.” She turned on her back, cracking an eye open “It’s an ungodly hour to work and I want to cuddle. So, lay down now.” He laughed quietly, defeated in the best possible way. He plopped on the bed and kissing her soft freckled cheek “Who tells you I was going to work?” She grunted, arching her neck with a huff “Know you.” “I’m sorry I woke you up” he whispered, stretching out an arm. She rolled on her side, facing him, her head on his shoulder “Don’t worry. I was trying to wait for you, but I forgot how much in love you’re with your work.” “Don’t be silly,” he smiled kissing the top of her hair. “ ‘m not,” she mumbled, throwing her arm around his torso. A rumble of approval left him, felling her full curves pressed against his skin. It was warm, it was familiar and it made him regret he didn’t leave his office sooner.

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Fervency

Cullen Rutherford X Demetra Trevelyan

NSFW, Plus Size Inquisitor

Cullen loves taking his time to make love to Demetra. He’s glad it took so little to Demetra to stop trying to hide under the blankets. It’s clear she likes when he tells her she’s beautiful. And when he traces her freckles with his tongue. 

She also likes when he kisses her stretch marks. 

Once, she has confided to him she doesn’t like the lines on her body at all, pouting while running her fingers along her skin.

Cullen kissed them for the first time that time, kneeling in front of her “They remind me lightings in the sky,” he said, nibbling gently at her soft flesh. She chuckled, running her hands through his hair “Interesting way to see them. I still don’t like them, though.”

“Can I touch them anyway?”

She laughed, flushing “Cullen, whatever it takes for you to put your hands on me, go for it.”

Despite her gracious words, they both know he doesn’t need much encouragement to touch her. Some days, he’s amazed at how little it takes to arouse him when she’s around. 

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Morning reblog, ‘cause timezone!