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The Pack Grows

I absolutely can! Thank you so much for this prompt, @izzyb900 .  It gave the opportunity to talk about Rutherford’s pups (more about them can be found here ). This was a lovely prompt and I hope you’ll like the one - shot.  Also, thank you for your patience you all who sent prompts. I’m slow, but I’ll answer them all, don’t worry!

Cullen Rutherford X Demetra Trevelyan Dorian X The Iron Bull (implied) Post Trespasser

“Demetra?” Demetra lifted her eyes from the incinerated roasted meat on the half - set table. “Sorry, I burnt the food,” she said automatically “but I sent the girls to have some dinner with Mia, so they’ll be fine.” Cullen frowned, putting down his sword against the wall and walking towards her “What’s going on, love? You’re pale.” She clenched her fist, biting her knuckles. Cullen tried hard not to show his concern, he truly tried, but seeing her unusual mood he couldn’t avoid worrying. “I saw Sinèad today,” she started after a handful of seconds long as a lifetime and more. Well, that didn’t make easier for him to relax. Sinèad was one of the oldest healers who worked in the Templars’ Shelter. A tall, too thin woman, with a bunch of unruly white braids, a sharp tongue and two black eyes that always saw more than others realized. Cullen knew very well that Demetra had loved her since the healer arrived in the South Reach, as soon as the voices about a Shelter was going to be built. She had knocked at their door, leading a group of younger mages and a couple of experienced healers, and told them she was going to help Cullen to run the clinic. “Your soldiers say you’re a great Commander,” she had huffed when Cullen tried to tell her that the project was still work in progress “but you’re not a healer, and Maker knows if you’ll need good ones. We have our tents and supplies. You make sure to give us a place where to work, and we’ll be ready when the Templars arrive,” she nodded. “Alright,” Cullen said staring at Demetra and telling himself he wasn’t panicking “you saw Sinèad. Are you… do you feel… what did she say?” “Oh, Cullen,” she murmured going close to him quickly “I’m not sick. Don’t… I’m sorry, dear, I’m doing this all wrong. I asked Sinéad to come here because I was feeling strange. Tired. Moody. She confirmed me… she told me I’m pregnant, Cullen.”

The first time she had given him a similar announcement, it was a bright springtime afternoon and they were working in the garden. He had hugged her, he had cried and thanked the Maker breathing his gratitude against her lips. The second time, she had told him she was pregnant during a winter night, while they were reading on the sofa, under the softest blanket they had. He had cried again and covered her face with kisses. The third time, she had made her announcement during the lunch, showing an old Cecilia’s romper and asking him if he knew where the others were since soon they would need them. Cullen didn’t spare his tears on that occasion either, asking repeatedly if she was sure to be pregnant. This time, Demetra was the one who was crying, but her face wasn’t shining with happiness. Cullen looked at her, swallowed once, and then opened his arms, quietly. He was dazed, to say the least, but he knew his wife needed him. “I forgot to take my potion just once,” she sobbed “but I didn’t expect… I mean I’m thirty - nine! And now I’m old, pregnant and scared as fuck!” she cried. Cullen cradled her in his arms “Hey, there, you’re not allowed to tell you’re old until you’ll be ninety years old.” She mumbled something and he chuckled softly “Speaking about old people, I thought you found my grey hair quite charming, however.” Demetra laughed weakly, sniffling “You have just one or two grey locks. I’d say you not to be dramatic if I wasn’t crying my eyes out.” She pressed her forehead hard against his shoulder “We both work, we have the Shelter to run, the horses to take care of, our daughters that need us, a dog that finds great chewing everything it finds out of place!” She looked up at him, her eyes swollen “Maker, I didn’t even put our girls in the first place of the list!” Cullen looked at her seriously “I’ll help you. I’ll arrange new shifts in the Shelter and we’ll hire another person for the stables. I’ll do whatever you’ll ask me to do, I promise. We’re in this together, if you agree.” She caressed his face “Do not mistake me. I want this baby. I’m just surprised. Confused.” “I know, love.” She played with the strings on his shirt “I had plans for us, but Maker showed me once more that plans change.” “Sometimes, they change for the better.” Demetra cringed “The way I reacted… I’m feeling like a monster.” “Now you’re being silly. You have the right to feel scared or even hesitant. Maker’s breath, I’m scared and I don’t have to go through a pregnancy!” He kissed her forehead and pushed back a lock of hair. There was a silver one shining there and she had a few little wrinkles at the corners of those azure eyes that never felt to charm him all over again every day. Cullen smiled. She was still gorgeous, still with him. He hoped the baby would have her eyes. And freckles. And her love for books and history. And everything that made their mother unique. She shifted in his arms “How are you feeling about another child?” Cullen’s smiled risked to split his face in two “I couldn’t be happier.” “Good,” she nodded. Her smile was a bit stronger when he kissed her. 

“Another Rutherford cub? Well, I suppose I don’t have to ask you two how you spend your spare time.” Demetra tsked, blushing and avoiding to look at the shining crystal in the middle of the table “You’re insufferable, Dorian, truly.” Cullen rolled his eyes hearing Dorian’s words, but he grinned and asked the mage to tell about the baby to the rest of their former companions. “You’re faster than a crow and it shouldn’t be a hard task for you," the former Commander remarked, “In the old days you were even better than Leliana’s scouts for spreading news.” A thunderous laughter made the crystal’s light expand and tremble “He’s right, kadan, don’t pout!” Demetra smiled at it “Bull, it’s good to hear you,” she spoke over Dorian’s protest that he wasn’t pouting at all “It has been a while since your last visit here. How are you and the guys doing?” “We’re older, fatter, busier, and grumpier than ever, boss. We couldn’t be better! Congratulations, anyway. How are you feeling?” Cullen looked at her from where he was sitting. She finished to dry a soon and then said “I’m a bit scared I’m too old for this.” “Older often means wiser,” Bull replied gently. Demetra thanked him “I hope you’re right. Anyway, I’m… happy, yes. Fuzzy - headed, but happy.” “That’s good! I’ll drink something special in your baby’s honor.” Cullen’s chuckled mirrored Demetra’s. They were chatting about Bull’s bet that this time they were going to have a boy while Dorian insisted than another girl would be lovely when a head full of red curls peeked inside the room “Mum, dad, are you talking with Uncle Dorian?” “Lella,” Demetra admonished her “it’s late and children need to rest. To bed, now.” Lella looked at her father, her brown eyes enormous and begging, but Cullen shook his head “You heard your mum, pup.” “I told you it wasn’t a good idea,” a voice whispered in the dark hall behind her. “Grace,” Cullen called with a sigh. A pair of golden eyes, so similar to his, smiled tentatively from above her sister’s head “Sorry mum, sorry dad. We wanted to say hello to Uncle Dorian and Uncle Bull and tell them that we’re going to have a new sister!” “Or a brother,” a quiet voice corrected her. Cecilia walked slowly near her sisters “I’m sorry mummy, I wanted to say hello as well,” she murmured blushing and shifting on her bare feet. “Oh, stop being a killjoy and let my lovely nieces greet me, Demetra!” Dorian’s voice echoed in the room.  “And me!” Bull remarked. It was easy picturing them both smiling, thousands of miles away from the South Reach. The little girls’ excited voices filled the distance as they talked about the baby who was in mummy’s belly, their words a mix of excitement and innocent curiosity.  Demetra walked close to Cullen, leaning against him. He sneaked his arm around her full waist, stroking her belly gently. After three pregnancies, she hadn’t lost a single pound and new stretch marks ran on her skin, but she couldn't care less. As Cullen loved to repeat kissing them during their lovemaking, every sign was a mark of well-lived life together. She covered his hand with her survived one. It seemed the adventures never ended for Inquisitor Trevelyan and her Commander. As she lowered her head to kiss her husband, Demetra still was a bit anxious and a bit scared. Nevertheless, she wouldn’t have her life in any other way. They would go through this together, as always.

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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. 

Every time that his mind had slipped on their memories, he still thought of them as the children he had left so many years ago. Now, everything had changed. He was eager to know more about them - were they happy? Were they safe? - and hesitant to ask for it - with what right, after all? They remembered him as a lad with more curls and daydreams than common sense - Mia’s words to Demetra - and they too were still studying this man with armor and a heavy past. Plus, they were studying the Inquisitor as well, still in awe to meet such a legend and find out she was a lovely woman with a thing for bad puns. Yes, those days had been good so long, yet, they all needed a bit of time. Staying with them, Cullen realized he desperately wanted again to be a brother for them. A real brother. “Don’t fall asleep, brother.” Mia’s voice was amused and he scoffed “I’m not. Why don’t you take a seat and come here?” Her younger son, barely five months old, was sleeping safely in Cullen’s arms, but the woman didn’t seem to have any intention to rest. Just like their mother, Cullen sighed quietly. It was the way he remembered Julia Rutherford, with a huge smile on her face and a track of flour on her cheek, laughing at something that Branson told, and making the breakfast in the meanwhile.  Maker, but he missed his mother. And his father as well. Stanton Rutherford was a tall man, with broad shoulders and a witty sense of humor, devoted to his family and always messing with Cullen’s hair when they were working together. They were so proud of him, even when he left the family and they maybe knew they wouldn’t see him again. Despite their eyes wet and red, they had wished him all the best. His mother had kissed his forehead countless times, pushing in his arms a bag full of Cullen’s favorite biscuits “Remain the good boy I know you are, dear. And take care of yourself, ok? If you need anything, know that we will be there.” His father had hugged his elder boy a moment longer “Be safe, Cullen. We love you very much and I hope the Maker will show you your path soon.” That had been the last time that he had seen them. Now their old house was just ash and past, their fields owned by someone else, and in their mother’s garden, no flowers bloomed anymore. Gone. “You’re really good with children.” Mia interrupted his considerations, putting the dirty plate in a basin full of clean water.  Cullen looked at her, unsure of what his face was showing. Whatever it was, Mia put down a spoon, cleaned quickly her hands on her apron and finally sat next to him “Ok, talk to me now that we have a moment.” Words had never being Cullen’t specialty, but his sister stayed quietly there, waiting until he put a tangled mix of nostalgia, sadness, love, and memories in something at least coherent. He wanted to know how they died and she told him. He told her what type of man he was for years and she caressed his hair. He murmured an apology about his lack of communication with them all and she playfully smacked him on his arm. Those days spent together were a new beginning for their family, Branson had said him shortly after his arrival. And Mia repeated it “I thought our family was lost, but here we are. I want for all of us to be happy again, and together again as mum and dad would want for us to be.” ”I would like that.” ”Good.” she nodded, gently taking her son from his arms “Also because I think Demetra is a fine, adorable woman, and I would like having her as my new sister.” Cullen blushed, rubbing his neck “Ah, that… I… it’s that…I thought often about asking her to marry me.” he confessed at the end, with a sigh. Mia waited and Cullen said after a moment “It never seems the right moment. You have no idea how much work our Ambassador had to arrange to allow to the two of us to take this trip in the South Reach. It seems that now that Corypheus is defeated, everyone in Thedas wants to speak with her or invite her somewhere. She’s so busy that she couldn’t manage to pay a visit to her own family in the Marches. I don’t want to put more pressure on her. Not now.” ”You do want to ask her to marry you, though, don’t you?” Mia winked.  Cullen knew he was blushing, but his words were fierce “Yes. I can’t imagine my life without her, truth to be told. She… she always tells me I picked the right path alone. Maybe she’s right, but I’m not sure I would manage to get free from the Order’s old boundaries so totally if she wouldn’t have been there.” He whispered, unsure “I’m not even sure I would have accepted your invitation or answered to your letters. I didn’t want for this family to see what I had been for such a long time.” They sat quietly, each one with their considerations. At the end, with a soft sigh, Mia stood up “Bed time for me and this little one. Thank you for letting me know. And Cullen?” He looked up at her. ”I’m glad you’re home again. Whatever you think of yourself, you are our brother and we love you. We can start again, thank the Maker. When the two of you will leave, write more often. I won’t lose you for a second time, alright?” ”More than alright.” he agreed, putting his hand on her arm, trying to swallow the lump in his throat “I… I don’t want to lose you all either. I’ll write more often and better, I swear.” “And to thank you for this,” she kissed his cheek affectionately “I will continue to pretend to sleep when you sneak in Demetra’s bedroom during the night.” She laughed leaving the room as Cullen stayed petrified in the middle of her living room. “Big sisters!” he muttered. But he said it smiling.

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