#headcanons cullorian

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Cullen skipping with Genevieve as she holds his hand, counting their steps and singing a little tune in her head as she smiles. His recruits all stopping to stare during their patrols or their breaks or training. Some laughing and pointing. Cullen remembers their faces and gives them hell the next day. No one... No one makes fun of him for being "Best Dad in all of Skyhold" - a medal that the Inquisitor himself made specifically for him.

Cullen reading over missives and paperwork at his desk as Genevieve braids his hair. She's babbling and giggling in her little girlish way, squealing as she puts in flowers, and he just grunts and doesn't look up, doesn't even realize. Hours later, as he's walking through his lines of recruits, yelling about the shields in their hands and how they should use them, he doesn't understand why so many of them are snorting and trying to contain their laughter and straight faces.

Dorian watching with hidden mirth as Genevieve skips around in a new dress Josephine was able to barter for them. It's a beautiful baby blue and white, and she's so proud to be wearing it. The next day he's still watching with hidden mirth as she's tromping around in boots with a wooden shield and toy sword, yelling at invisible enemies and lighting practice dummies on fire. I taught her that control he tells Krem, who's laughing softly at the fearsome Charger in training.

Dorian listening to Cullen singing to Genevieve at night, the lullaby soft and sweet, his voice something that lulls her to sleep. He watches as she curls up against Cullen, her little fist curling into his tunic as she yawns and closes her eyes.

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Dorian watching Cullen tucking their infant daughter in. So tiny compared to his large and calloused hands. Nose to nose, Cullen whispers to her. How she'll be a strong warrior, how they'll always protect her, how they love her with every breath they take, how's she's a princess and a goddess, and how they are ever so lucky to have her.

Cullen falling asleep in the rocking chair, his daughter chewing on her meaty fist as she gurgles and coos and looks up at him. Dorian walking into their room to see the scene and just watching closely. Cullen's head is tipped back, his mouth slightly open as he snores ever so quietly. Every snore causing their daughter to coo up to him and smile brightly.

Cullen brushing through his daughter's hair attempting to style it while Dorian watches, the Tevinter holding back the snort as the Commander looks so proud of the floofy mess he has made, their daughter sharing the same proud smile. Dorian not having the heart to shatter their faces, and thus their daughter goes with a horrid hairdo for the day. No one dares to say anything.

Cullen bouncing their toddler daughter upon his knee, making horse noises and pretending to me a majestic steed for her. Her giggles and Faster horsie! causing him to chuckle before neighing and quickening his bouncing knee. As Dorian comes into the tavern, spotting them finally, all of the Chargers have gathered round, each taking a turn in being the trusty steed. Cullen draws the line at Bull letting her ride upon his head and hold his horns while galloping around the tavern.

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Cullen listening to Dorian teaching their daughter how to harness her magic as he's sitting at his desk going over missives. No, no... NO! Not that way little dove! Not towards Papa... Cullen looking up just in time to have a fireball singe his eyebrows and the front of his hair, a little tiny flame licking at a strand still and Dorian looking so shameful as the missive within his grip puffs into ashes.

Dorian watching Cullen play hide and seek with their daughter, pretending to be a big scary lion as he trudges around the room in his armor, roaring every once in a while only to receive a giggle from her in her hiding place. Her squeal of laughter as Cullen finally finds her and hefts her into his arms.

Cullen walking between rows of recruits, bellowing to them about one thing or another, his daughter tottering along behind him, pretending to be him as she wears his lion helmet. The recruits have a hard time keeping a straight face.

Dorian reading in the library, his daughter dozing on his lap, curled up with a blanket over her, holding a knitted nug that Krem had made for her. Upon the nug falling from her grip, he stops reading the story and places the book down, pulling her closer to himself and smiling as he finally picks up his own book to read.

Dorian and Cullen yelling out as their daughter plays with Bull, the Qunari lowering his head so his horns are pointed towards her and readying himself as if for a headbutt. Their daughter getting a look of concentration to her face before she lowers her head and runs towards him, bonking her head against his and bouncing backward, stunned. Bull laughing as Cullen reprimands him on how dangerous it is to do that with a child and She could have impaled herself on your horns! All the while Dorian scooping her up and checking her over.

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Cullen watching Dorian with their daughter as he conjures up flame in one hand and then another. Watching as the Tevinter mage pulls back his hand and states out Ah, ah, ah... no... as she tries to reach for it, fascinated and squealing.

Cullen sitting at his desk going over missives and drinking tea, noticing out of the corner of his eye a small little hand coming up to grab at his coat. Moments later there's a small face in back of the paper he is reading, a small giggle accompanying it. Pulling down the paper, he sees his daughter, beaming as she leans in to kiss his forehead, her small voice accompanying it. Daddy says you need a break...

Dorian and Cullen watching in rapt horror as their daughter lights the curtains on fire before turning to them, a large smile on her face while squealing out Tada! Cullen quickly rushing to grab a pail of water while Dorian pulls her away.

Dorian looking up from reading a book in the library as he hears a distinctly familiar giggle from the other side of the bookshelf. Upon searching, he finds his daughter holding a bouquet of flowers before thrusting her hand holding them towards him, beaming while she says Papa told me straight to Daddy and give these to him!

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Dorian watching Cullen interact with children, seeing the smile upon his face, the laughter that leaves his lips, as he lifts one of the small boys and places him on his shoulders to walk around with, two other toddlers wrapped around his legs as he stomps one foot and then the other to make them squeal. A small smile coming to his own lips as he realizes how amazing of a parent Cullen would be.

Cullen smiling softly as Dorian teaches Cole what is right and wrong when dealing with individuals. No, you cannot just walk up to someone and speak about their past. It is wrong. No, you cannot sit or stand on tables... Cole... Cole! No! Put the chicken down! Fasta vass, fine... fine...

Dorian catching Cullen staring at him one afternoon as they sit in Cullen's office. He smiles and makes a sly comment about Yes, I am very handsome and dashing, nice of you to notice, Lionheart and Cullen blushing and sputtering before moving his attention back onto the missives on his desk.

Dorian, years later, whispering to Cullen one night as they lay in bed readying for sleep how he wants to have a child. Cullen just looks at him with shock on his face before love fills his eyes. It is all he could ever ask for... starting a family with Dorian.

Cullen watching Dorian as the Tevinter mage holds a small infant, temples greying, but he doesn't care. The baby gurgling and cooing, chewing on a meaty fist, and Dorian looking up at the Commander with slight worry in his gaze. Am I holding her correctly? She is so tiny... Are we sure we should be doing this? All of his worry shows Cullen just what he wants to see... That Dorian will be a wonderful parent, a protective father.

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Cullen introducing Dorian to his family, leery on how they will take the news he is in love with a man, not ashamed of loving Dorian but just... worried for Dorian. All in vain as they crowd around him, his two sisters tittering back and forth about how handsome he is, how Cullen is a lucky man, how dashing Dorian is with his manners.

Dorian meeting them with smiles and a rather witty attitude, but deep down he's worried that Cullen's family will not like him. He's nervous and Cullen can sense it, see it in the way Dorian shifts ever so slightly on his feet, the way he seems to hold his breath longer than normal as if he's forgetting to let it out.

Cullen wrapping an arm around his waist, pulling him gently to his side as if it's a perfectly normal thing to do, that they do it daily, - which they do, but Dorian didn't think he would do it in front of his mother - hoping to calm Dorian's fears a little, to tell him I am here and I am not leaving.

Dorian weekly after the visit sending Cullen's family a letter telling them how Cullen is doing, how they are doing, that they now have two Mabari pups, Sienna and Somniari. He sends small sketches that he's able to complete of Cullen at his desk, of Cullen with Sienna, of Cullen smiling. Just sketches of Cullen to know he is happy and as healthy as he can be with the withdrawals... But we are working on that as well, no worries.

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Dorian giving Cullen a leather bound book, one that looks old and worn, the binding frayed. He explains that it's his favorite book, that he wants Cullen to read it while he's away with the Inquisitor.

Cullen taking the book at night and opening it up, bound and determined to read at least some of it for Dorian's sake. But upon starting to read, realizes that it isn't a story at all, but all of the notes Dorian has written to him, the first drafts of them. Some he never even received.

Dorian coming back with the Inquisitor, expecting Cullen to be standing there to greet him, as he always is, with a nod and a small smile exchanged between them. But all he sees is a recruit in Cullen's stead. Upon him going to his room, where he is told Cullen is waiting for him, he finds the room is decorated in a slightly tacky fashion - Cullen's attempts at romantic - and Cullen sitting on the bed without his armor.

Cullen reading notes one by one to Dorian, who starts looking more and more confused. Those are not my letters... Until finally he realizes they are about him... and in Cullen's own words.

The two lying in bed together, limbs tangled and quiet I love yous filling the air as kisses are exchanged. Dorian making a witty comment about Cullen's horrible fashion taste and swearing to rectify it sooner or later. Cullen laughing and holding him tightly.