#catelyn lavellan

So I made this ages ago for my pal @roguelioness for Valentine’s Day, and I forgot about it and it hung out in photoshop for a while, but I remembered!! finally!!! 

Have a sketchy doodle of her Amaryllis Trevelyan and my Catelyn Lavellan sharin’ some smoochies. 

Much love, RoLo!!! Thanks for bein a swell mutual and reading my stuff when I’m nervous about it <3 

Favorite pairing? They are all my favorites! Very well…Cullavellan it is ;)

The Prologue of my first fic has been posted!!!! Very excited! Please enjoy <3 

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Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Dragon Age (Video Games), Dragon Age: Inquisition Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Female Inquisitor/Cullen Rutherford Summary:

Catelyn Lavellan has been on the move her whole life, first running from Templars in the Denerim Alienage, and then leading a nomadic lifestyle with her Dalish clan. A freak accident puts her in the wrong place at the wrong time, and she somehow ends up at the center of a rebellious religious/political upstart, trying to save the damn world when it doesn't seem to want to be saved.

It doesn't help that she can't seem to take anything seriously.

It also doesn't help that she seems to have a thing for strapping young templars.

It definitely doesn't help that a certain ancient Magister seems to have gotten into her head.

It was really hard to choose between cute and NSFW...so I didn’t. I might post my NSFW version of this prompt tomorrow ;) for now, enjoy a cute lil Cullen POV

(yet again, much love to @cullavellanheaven​ and @cullavellanweek​)

During the long afternoons after Cullen first kissed the Inquisitor, he found himself noticing more of the little things she did. Perhaps it was the fact that he could remember the feel of her soft lips on his, the way her hands fisted in his shirt, the muffled “mmph!” sound she made when he kissed her, and the way it sounded deliciously like a moan. 

 He now sat in the tavern, trying not to let his mind stray back to those delightful moments on the battlements, listening to Iron Bull and his Chargers telling stories that got more outrageous as the drinks flowed. Sometime after a story about walking trees, the door to the Herald’s Rest opened, and, arm in arm, strode in Dorian and Catelyn. Her cheeks were flushed, and her grip on her fellow mage’s arm was tight, telling Cullen that they had probably dipped into Dorian’s personal stash of Tevinter wines. She parked herself on a table, while Dorian, Varric, Sera and Blackwall took seats in the chairs around her, and it seemed Cullen wasn’t the only one who couldn’t help but be drawn to her, like the sun. Watching her now, it was hardly any wonder. 

True to her namesake, Cat was a very cuddly person, especially while slightly drunk. She was currently holding one of Dorian’s hands in her lap, with a finger of her other hand twirled in Sera’s short blonde locks. Cullen had seen how, in the past, she had clambered up onto Dorian’s and Iron Bull’s laps just like a kitten, how she would often rest her head gently on Josephine or Cole’s shoulder while listening to others speak. Some part of her wanted to always be touching the people she loved, just to show them how she cared, and Cullen knew it was because she was worried that if she let go of them, they'd slip away, like sand. 

Aaand it’s only 12 minutes late...

Thanks again to @cullavellanheaven and @cullavellanweek, y’all are the bomb

Cat and Cullen stumble upon some Red Templars on their day off...

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“Shit.” Cat said. 

“Shit.” She heard Cullen echo behind her. 

This trip to Caer Bronach in Crestwood was meant to be an excuse for a romantic week together, but the sudden appearance of several Red Templars had promptly thrown that plan out the window. For all the time they had spent together in Skyhold, they had never actually fought together. Sure, they had sparred a few times, but more often than not, those sparring sessions ended rather quickly when they were sweating and breathing heavily, and all of a sudden couldn’t keep their hands off each other. 

 Cat couldn’t count the number of times she had faced off against the Red Templars before–she and her companions worked so in sync at this point, they could take down a Behemoth in just a few moments. Cole could be at her side at an instant, their whirling blades in perfect sync, and Sera and Varric knew how she moved and could cover her with their arrows. Dorian and Vivienne knew exactly how to weave their own magics together with hers, and Solas could push her veil magic to where it needed to be. Iron Bull loved to give her little boosts to get to hard to reach places, and Cassandra and Blackwall knew where her weak spots and oversights were, and were always there to block blows she didn’t see coming. Cooperation like that only came from hours of in-the-field practice, and that was exactly what her relationship with Cullen was lacking in terms of battle-preparedness. 

 Eyeing the red lyrium-corrupted men fast approaching them, Cat shot a slightly worried glance back over her shoulder at Cullen. 

“You gonna be okay?” She asked, concern obvious in her drawn-together brows, 

“Are you?” he returned, with his own concern in equal measure. 

“Let’s find out.” She raised her brows with a grin and turned her eyes back to the nearby enemies. Twirling her custom-made, magic-infused daggers a few times in her hands, she shot one last wink back at the man she loved before vanishing without so much as a warning. Following her lead, Cullen smacked the butt of his sword against his shield a few times, drawing the attention of Red Templar Knight at the head of the small party. They were lucky–only a Knight, two archers, and a Shadow–the band could have brought a Horror or a Behemoth with them. This wouldn’t be too hard. 

 After a few uneasy moments at the start of the fight, Cullen and Cat soon realized that they needn’t have worried. From the moment Cat reappeared behind (and promptly took out) one of the archers, the next steps seemed to come more naturally to them than it had with any of Cat’s other favored party members. The way they moved was pure harmony, and it thrilled Cat to the point that she was laughing for most of the fight. 

With the sound of blood rushing in her ears, she barely noticed that, in just a few minutes, only the Knight was left. Down to his last burst of energy, he swung his greatsword clumsily at her, and she felt Cullen’s hand slip deftly around her waist, lifting her gently and spinning her out of the way while he lifted his shield to deflect the blow away from both of them. Locking eyes with her with his shield still hoisted above his shoulder, Cullen gave her a wink of his own before he tensed his shoulders and Cat felt more than saw how he punched the shield out, hitting the Knight square in the jaw, knocking him to the ground. As Cullen lowered his shield arm to wrap it around her waist as well, she raised a hand, still grinning at her lover, and snapped her fingers–a bolt of lightning struck the Red Templar where he lay, and just like that, the fight was over. Cullen swallowed her laughter with a kiss, and she looked up at him– “We enjoyed that far too much, don’t you think?” Pulling her even closer, he growled into her ear,