#Rawley Trevelyan

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I commissioned the awesome @laskulls for a headshot of my Inquisitor Rawley Trevelyan in some fancy Tevinter clothes along with his two favorite things: Dorian and cake 😍 I love it!

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Finished up a commission for @kindervenom of her Derry Aeducan and @ponacopuck‘s Rawley Trevelyan!

LOOK AT THESE CUTIES <3

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101 fluffy prompts

FALLING IN LOVE

001: "You're really soft."

002: "You smell nice."

003: "I'm here for my daily fix of hugs and kisses."

004: "Is it possible to love too much?"

005: "I don't wanna get up-- you're comfy."

006: "I will always be there protect you."

007: "I'm cold. Come closer."

008: "I love you a lot, but please stop trying to cook me dinner, you suck.”

009: "The stars look especially lovely tonight."

010: "I've never seen such gorgeous eyes before."

011: "May I have this dance?"

012: "I can't stop thinking about you."

013: "You'll never feel alone with me by your side."

014: "Let's get to know each other over dinner."

015: "All I want is you."

016: "I could never leave you, I love you too much!"

017: "A fairytale with a happy ending always brings a smile to my face."

018: "I want to hear you sing."

019: "I don't think anyone could ever be as lovely as you."

020: "You look incredible in that."

021: "He/She's quite stunning, isn't he/she?"

022: "Sometimes I just can't control myself when around you."

023: "Do you believe in love at first sight?"

024: "I think I'm in love."

025: "I’d like it if you stayed.

026: "People are jerks, but not you."

027: "I'll share the blankets with you."

028: "I have never felt this way about anyone."

029: "I want this to never end..."

030: "Can I kiss you?"

LIVING TOGETHER

031: "I waxed the floors, grab your fluffy socks."

032: "Who changed the thermostat settings? I’m freezing to death."

033: "Can we just watch a movie and fall asleep on the couch?"

034: "You can put your cold feet on me."

035: "Your stray red item turned my whites pink."

036: "A thunderstorm is rolling through town and you’re scared of lightening/thunder so I’ll protect you."

037: "There was a power outage and now we have to have dinner by candlelight."

038: "Rock Paper Scissors to see who has to go talk to the neighbors upstairs for being too loud."

039: "I just came home to you crying while watching a movie, please tell me what’s going on."

040: "Our AC is out and it’s the middle of the summer."

041: "You found me crying on the kitchen floor in the middle of the night surrounded by a shattered jelly jar."

042: "My parents are coming over in 10 minutes so please put some clothes on"

043: "We’re repainting the apartment and going to the hardware store together to pick out color swatches."

044: "IF YOU USE UP ALL THE HOT WATER ONE MORE TIME IM GOING TO BAN YOU TO THE COUCH FOR A MONTH."

045: "We’re watching Toy Story 3 and we can’t stop crying."

WEDDINGS/PROPOSALS

046: "I caught the bouquet"

047: "My ex just invited me to their wedding and I need you to be my date so it doesn’t look like I’ve spent the last few years failing to get over them."

048: "We accidentally got married in Vegas oops"

049: "I’m really drunk, please help me get safely out of the way so I don’t ruin our friend’s wedding."

050: "I planned out this super romantic proposal and you just ruined it by beating me to whole proposing thing."

051: "I wasn’t planning on asking you, but it appeared to me that life is short. Will you marry me? "

052: "If you shove cake in my face this will be the worst wedding night of your life."

053: "Do you take this man/woman to be your lawfully wedded husband/wife? "

054: "May I have this dance, wife/husband? "

055: "You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me. I’m so happy I can finally call you my wife/husband."

056: "I jokingly told you that the only way I’d marry you was if you did this weird outlandish thing, and you actually did it, and I’m kind of charmed."

057: "This is probably a bad time, but marry me?"

MARRIED LIFE

058: "We’ve become the clingy newlyweds you always complained about. "

059: "Your ‘miracle hangover cure’ couldn’t possibly beat mine."

060: "I know you haven’t had the best experience with dogs in the past but look at its face please please can we keep it?"

061: "I wanted to surprise you for our anniversary, but everything that could go wrong, did go wrong."

062: "I beat you at Mario Kart and now you're banishing me to the couch for the night?”

063: "I surprised you with tickets to see our favorite band… WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU SURPRISED ME WITH TICKETS TO SEE THEM TOO?"

064: "I know we had a big fight but we still need to decorate the house for the holidays."

065: "Oh! Hey! Could you come and taste this to see if it's okay?"

066: "We’re arguing over book versus movie."

067: "I came home to a Nerf gun on the front porch and a note that says ‘Here is your weapon. I have one too. Loser cooks dinner. Good luck. xo’"

068: "We’ve been celebrating our wedding anniversary on the wrong day for the past nine years."

069: "You had a business trip and I missed you so much that I kind of tore up the house in your absence like a dog with separation anxiety… sorry?"

070: "We both have nowhere else to be so we get to spend our rare day off at home."

PREGNANCY

071: "I bet it’s a girl/boy."

072: "Do you think it’s possible that I…might be… pregnant? "

073: "I thought I was pregnant but the test must have been wrong. I’m not. "

074: "You’re lucky I’m pregnant!"

075: "Can you help me up, your child is pretty heavy."

076: "I could really use a foot rub right now."

077: "Your dad is really excited to meet you soon, it’s driving me crazy."

078: "Do you wanna know the sex of the baby?"

079: "The baby’s kicks are keeping me up at night."

080: "Did you feel that?"

081: "I can’t fit into my favorite dress anymore. "

082: "OH MY GOD I’M GOING INTO LABOR. WHAT DO WE DO NOW?!

083: "I can’t be pregnant… or….OH MY GOD! "

084: "I think you might be pregnant.”

085: "It’s 2 am but you’re craving cake and we’re both up anyway so let’s bake in our underwear."

PARENTING

086: "I knew it was a mistake to get the twins matching clothes."

087: "Sh…they’re asleep."

088: "I think someone had a little accident with the finger paint."

089: "Mondays are your diaper days."

090: "Our kid is totally the one who wanted to build a pillow fort, not me."

091: "Ooh…someone’s got a tummy ache."

092: "Are you sure you don’t want me to drop them off myself? I don’t think you could handle seeing them off alone."

093: "I told you we should have just gotten that German Shepherd puppy."

094: "What do you think for their punishment? Grounding? No video games? No going out for a week?"

095: "Mm…your kid before five in the morning."

096: "Come on now, I think you’re being too harsh. He/she’s just a kid. Remember all of the stupid things we used to do when we were their age?"

097: "So, how should we break the news that they’re going to have a new baby brother or sister?"

098: "I think we should have another."

099: "Why wasn’t I invited to your wedding?"

100: "Okay fine, one more story, but then you really have to go to bed."

101: "…They just grow up so fast."

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Inquisitor Rawley Trevelyan’s tarot card, based on The Fool arcane and commissioned by Cara!

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Dragon Age Inquisition: Rawley Trevelyan

I have been slowly starting up another Rawley play-through cause why the hell not and I’ve managed to take some pretty stellar screenshots. :0) 

I call this one “Rawley getting his lean on while trying to persuade Leliana not to murder someone.” Good luck, my man. 

 And here we have “Stares into the camera like he’s on the Office.”

Followed by “Dear God, you’re talking to that poor man about his dead wife, maybe clean off some of that blood?!”

And last but certainly not least “Oh no. He’s smart and hot. Gasp!” Alternately titled: “And then the Kill Bill music started playing and Rawley set everything on fire.”

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20 for Rawley?

Thank you so much for the ask! Sorry it took so long to finish. I started this one a few times. Originally I had something VERY angsty and sad, but I decided to go with cute and fluffy instead because the other one was bumming me out :0) Enjoy!

Wishing

Iwish he would kiss me again.

It wasn’t the first time the thoughtcrossed his mind; far from it, but it was the first time in Dorian’s presence.Rawley felt a blush start under his collar and race up to the tips of his earsin an embarrassingly short amount of time. The more he tried to suppress it thehotter his skin burned. He was certain he must have looked like a tomato bynow. He coughed and shuffled on his feet, using it as an excuse to look down athis shoes. Dorian continued to talk at length about his latest research, hisback turned as he pulled another book from the shelf.

Helooks really good in those breeches.

Rawley’s eyes widened and a new blush,even more persistent than the first roared to life across his face. He had tostop it. Had to think of something else, anything else. Cold. Snow. The smellof the castle stable before they were mucked out. It was just a kiss. Awonderful, one might say, near perfect kiss, but a kiss just the same. He wassure Dorian wasn’t still thinking about it. Wasn’t thinking about how thespiced flavor of his tea lingered on his lips. His especially kissable lips.

Stopit!

Another cough and shuffle caught Dorian’sattention. He turned around, book still held aloft and eyebrow raised. Rawley wassure he could read every impure thought racing through his mind. He froze,struggling to swallow passed the lump lodged in his throat. Dorian tilted hishead slightly to the side and the growing smirk on his lips only made Rawley’snervous thoughts race further.

“Everything all right?” Dorian asked,curling his fingers over the spine of the book in his hands.

I wishhe’d put his fingers in my hair.

“Ha, what? No, I mean, yes, everythingis fine,” he stammered, the short burst of laughter echoing in the cavernoustower. He cleared his throat and attempted to regain some of his composure. “So…goodresearch?”

Goodresearch? What is wrong with you?

“Mmhm,” Dorian replied.

His eyes narrowed ever so slightly and aknowing smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. He turned and put the bookback with an unnecessary bend of his waist. Rawley cleared his throat and didhis best not to stare. Dorian crossed the small distance between them, glancingboth ways before pressing a chaste kiss to Rawley’s lips. He leaned in closerto Rawley’s ear, his breath hot on his skin.

“With all that blushing I can’t help butwonder what you’re thinking,” Dorian whispered. “Something…blush worthy onewould assume, yes?”

Iwish he’d kiss me again.

“Uh, no…not…I mean,” Rawley stammered,struggling to form even the simplest of words. “I, would that be all right?”

A quiet rumble of laughter filled thesmall alcove and Rawley started to search for the best escape from further embarrassment.A slow slide of fingers through the hair at the nape of his neck stopped himshort of fleeing. Dorian pulled him close. Rawley closed his eyes as their lipstouched. It ended far too soon, the air feeling cold when the warm hand slidfrom his skin and the distance between them returned. He couldn’t help butgrin, the smile growing as Dorian laughed and swatted his chest.

“Would that be all right he says,” Dorianchuckled, turning back to the bookshelf.

The smile stayed firm on his face,listening to Dorian pick up where he left off detailing his current research.

Iwish he’d kiss me again.

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003: "I'm here for my daily fix of hugs and kisses." Rawley!

Hehe, I actually wrote this exact prompt for you a few months ago with Rawley and Dorian :0) So I decided to go with some friendly fluff this time instead. This is my first time writing anything from Sera’s POV, so just know I tried. Her friendship with Rawley is important to him so I figured I needed to delve a bit more into it. Thanks for the ask! Hope you like it 

A Melancholy Beauty

Sera overheard Vivienne say the EmeraldGraves held a certain melancholy beauty. The requisition officer nodded inagreement, even though Sera was sure the young man couldn’t tell the mage whatmelancholy meant if his life depended on it. She was also sure, judging by theawe-struck, slack-jawed look on his face he’d agree to anything the older womansaid without hesitation. Sera wasn’t so sure about the beauty bit. If youthought trees and dirt were beautiful then there was plenty to be going onwith. Melancholy though, that was spot on. It flittered in the sparkling breaksof sunshine through a dense canopy of trees and hung heavy in the mournfulbirdsong that never seemed to lilt towards happiness. Something horriblehappened here. Something dark and clawing and even with the green and rollingforest floors it could never be called beautiful in Sera’s eyes.

She’d be glad to see the back end ofthis place when they finally moved on to another campaign. The quiet sadness ofthe day was a damn picnic compared to the nighttime. Sera hated how dark it gotin the forest. Away from the soft, orange glow of the city the trees reachedout with gnarled fingers to hide even darker things in their shadows. TheInquisition soldiers huddled around fire-pits and peered out into the inkyblank from behind the flimsy comfort of canvas tents. Even the inquisitor, aman who Sera thought incapable of not finding the positive in even the harshestof landscapes, seemed subdued.

He sat beside the fire, an untouchedplate of food beside him, staring blankly into the flames. It was unsettling tosee someone without their mask on, so far removed from the careful veneer shownto strangers. He was usually up for anything. A willing partner in pranks or anight of drinks, even though he could barely keep up with either. It neverstopped him from trying. Even the most mundane of activities could bring asmile to his face; everything was fresh and new to someone who had spent themajority of his life locked away in some mage tower. Seeing the same man whoonce fought off a bear to save a family of nugs now sitting alone and sulkingwould not do.

“Hey, scooch over, Grumpy” she said,plopping down beside him, before leveling his shoulder with a punch.

He blinked and moved over dutifully. “Sorry,”he murmured, even though there was nothing to apologize for.

Sera scrunched up her face into a frownand shoved the plate of food into his hands. “Eat your supper. I know you didn’teat lunch and Dorian will burn me to cinders if I let you starve to death.”

She caught sight of the tiniest flinchat the other mage’s name. He tried to hide it with a nod and a quick bite ofcold, mushy peas. That was it then. He missed his Vint. She would have rolledher eyes and teased him mercilessly if he didn’t look so damn pitiful. Adramatic sigh tumbled over her lips and she scooted closer for a better angleto wrap her arms around him. She felt him go still, his fork held mid-bite.

“What are you doing?” he asked, soundingmore than a little suspicious. She couldn’t blame him. This would be anexcellent time for a prank.

“I’m getting my daily fix of hugs,” shereplied, holding him tighter for emphasis. “Figured you wouldn’t mind.”

He sat still for a moment longer. Theplate clattered to the ground as he turned and returned the embrace. Sera wasn’ta hugger, not traditionally, but she had to admit Rawley Trevelyan gave goodhugs. They were warm and sincere, like most things he did. They were the hugsof someone who spent far too long with no one to share them with. She leanedinto the growing warmth that always seemed to surround him like a blanket,staying silent until a tiny sigh made his shoulders lift and fall.

“Better?” she asked, pulling backslightly.

He nodded, his ears bright red from embarrassment.“Yeah…thanks, Sera,” he said, offering a sheepish smile.

“No worries,” she replied, picking uphis plate to shove it back in his hands. “I know you miss your boy,” shesnagged a piece of bread from his supper. “But don’t expect me to do otherstuff. Even I have limits for what I’ll do for a friend,” she added, with alewd shake of her hand that made the blush on his ears spread across the restof his face.

“Noted,” he mumbled around a snicker,quickly shoveling another bite of food into his mouth.

“Good. I know I’m irresistible, but tryto contain yourself,” she said, stretching out her feet towards the fire.

She laughed when he snaked an arm aroundher waist and pulled her flush against his side, kissing the top of her head. “Imake no promises,” he teased, holding up his plate. “Want the other biscuit?”

A tiny smile curled the corners of hismouth and Sera felt a small twinge of pride at having put it there. “Fine, butyou eat the rest. Can’t have a scrawny Inquisitor,” she said, snagging the biscuit.

“Yes ma’am,” he replied, laughing at thepunch to the ribs the honorific earned him.

Sera withheld another punch when he heldup his hands in defeat and instead went into bloody, if not entirely accuratedetail about what happened to the last person who called her ma’am. Hislaughter rang out through the camp, creeping like sunshine over the horizon.Keeping the melancholy at bay.

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I commissioned the amazing @snuffes for a drawing of my Inquisitor Rawley Trevelyan presenting a flustered Dorian with a bouquet of elfroot after a long day of trudging through the Hinterlands. I freakin love it! Look at these nerds! It's perfect. Now I clearly need to write a scene to go along with this :0)

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A Leap Towards Silliness: A Dragon Age Fanfic

Notes: wow has it been a VERY long time since I’ve written anything. I come offering some Dorian/Rawley fluff this fine evening. Enjoy!

Dorian hated the Hissing Wastes. Even the glorious heat of the day couldn’t make up for the traitorous dip in the temperature come nightfall, the local wildlife intent on murdering their entire company, and the sand. Oh, how he loathed that horrible sand. It filled his boots and wiggled into every fold and crevice of his clothing. The coarse, persistent granules stung his eyes, crunched between his teeth and found their way into places better left un-sanded. He hated the Hissing Wastes.

The Inquisition forces set up a tiny city of tents amongst the dunes. A group of researchers squabbled with increasingly louder voices over a pile of dusty scrolls and ancient dwarven artifacts. Dorian itched to take part in the lively argument. Enthusiastic academic discussion was not exactly easy to come by in the middle of the endless desert. Academic discussion on a topic of which he was knowledgeable even more difficult to find it seemed after quietly sitting among spirited argument over the proper storage of ancient Dwarven earthenware.

His thoughts wandered, as they seemed most likely as of late, to the Inquisitor. Trevelyan didn’t seem to hate the Hissing Wastes as Dorian did. In fact, it appeared quite the opposite. He marveled at the Dwarven ruins atop the dunes and set his dracolisk to full speed across the never ending sand. The horrible beast would bellow and trumpet his disdain for the uneven ground, but was not the kind of creature to back down from a challenge. The memory of Rawley’s grinning face upturned towards the harsh midday sun set Dorian’s stomach into a pleasant squirm he would never admit to. When his gaze was detected and the smile turned in his direction the squirm sent a rush of fire coursing through his entire body. It was becoming increasingly difficult to remain cool and aloof in his presence.

Dorian did his best to search the campsite for him without looking as though that was his precise intent. The line for dinner trickled down to a few stragglers and scouts returning from their posts. He followed the raucous sounds of revelry that would undoubtedly lead to the Chargers. If Rawley was not to be found by the food tent it was a safe bet that he would be seated with the rowdy group of mercenaries; grinning at Bull’s horrible jokes or listening wide-eyed to their tales of epic battles and close calls. A frown that bordered dangerously towards a pout settled on Dorian’s lips as the Charger’s campfire appeared free of a certain young mage.

“He’s up on the ridge.”

Dorian did not have to turn and look at Varric to know the dwarf was smirking. The slight lilt to his words, said in that infuriating way that suggested he knew better than everyone else in the room. Dorian was not overly fond of being wrong or losing at any sort of game, imagined or otherwise. He turned, nose raised in the air and his hand at the ready to wave dismissively at any further comments.

“I’m sorry, are you speaking to me?” he asked, bristling at the smug laugh his attempt at nonchalant garnered.

“Yes, Sparkler,” Varric replied around another gruff chuckle. “You trying to tell me you’re not prowling about for our beloved Inquisitor? If not your choice of his usual haunts is quite the coincidence.”

“I was not prowling,” Dorian hissed, warmth spreading in a treacherous path across his face.

He was not one to blush. If pressed he would blame the rise in color on the remaining heat of the day. Judging by the smirk on Varric’s face he wouldn’t believe him.

“Right, of course, an honest mistake,” Varric said. He let out another infuriating chuckle and lifted his hands in defense.

Dorian huffed through his nose, his mounting desire to find Rawley quickly outweighing any flicker of pride clinging to his thoughts. “So…on the ridge you say?” he said, adding a dismissive wave of his hand as though he wasn’t hanging on the dwarf’s every word.

To his credit Varric didn’t prolong his teasing. He was known to give comrades a hard time, but he was never one for open cruelty. “Under the statue to the west.”

Dorian fought the urge to turn immediately in the offered direction and instead managed a small bow of gratitude. “I think perhaps I will see if the Inquisitor…needs anything.” He turned on his heel before another blush could betray him. The sand crunched beneath his boots, every new step proving more difficult as the incline steepened. Noise from the camp faded into the endless expanse of the sky above and a pale green veil fire beneath the looming stone giant marked his destination. The mere thought of who sat waiting beneath that statue sent a flutter through his chest and caused an unabashed smile to spread across his face. It wasn’t so long ago that he would chide himself for such a reaction. It was silly and dangerous to give into flights of fancy, to let another occupy his thoughts so completely. There was a time he would curse such thoughts and force them from his mind. He felt as though that was a life time ago.

“Dorian.”

He was certain he would never tire of hearing his name spoken in such a way. A warm smile followed the Inquisitor’s excited tone, the green tint of the veil fire casting dancing shadows over his face. Rawley sat beneath the torch, atop a patchwork quilt, a large book spread across his lap. He set the book aside and moved over to make room for another beside him on the quilt.

“I was hoping you’d find your way up here,” he said, dusting off as much sand from the fabric as he could manage. “I know you were busy with the researchers.”

“I must admit their topic of debate was not concerning one of my areas of expertise,” Dorian replied. “And if your hope was to be found you may have chosen a more conspicuous location.”

He flicked out the bottom of his robes and made a show of sitting down beside him, keenly aware that a pair of fetching green eyes watched his every move. He smoothed out his robes and reached for the discarded book. Dorian’s curiosity could not be quelled even if he was placing the majority of his energy into appearing alluring.

“Taken up a new interest in astronomy have you?” he asked, running his fingers over the faded page covered in star charts.

“I wouldn’t say it’s a new interest,” Rawley replied, pressing up against Dorian to follow his course across the chart. “I’ve always loved the stars,” he said, leaning back on his palms as he turned his face towards the sky. “And have you ever seen so many in all your life? Beautiful.”

Dorian hated the Hissing Wastes. He hated the sand and the endless stretch of horizon that grew no closer no matter how many times you crossed it. Despite this deep-held animosity he felt a certain amount of gratitude for any place that could place such a look of awe on the Inquisitor’s face.

“Yes…beautiful,” Dorian murmured, never lifting his gaze towards the sky.

“I used to track them from the tower at the Circle,” Rawley said, his voice small in the great expanse. “The lights from Ostwick dulled most of them, but I would try and remember the sky at my family’s estate outside the city. Those were the same stars.”

There was a quiet sadness in his words. A melancholy gained only in loss. Dorian reached for his hand. Such a simple gesture and yet it set his heart racing. Eager fingers laced with his, warm and strong against his skin. Faces tilted towards the sky Dorian’s heart raced for another reason as Rawley gave his hand a gentle squeeze.

“You don’t speak of it much,” Dorian said. “Your home, your family.”

“Ostwick hasn’t been my home since the day they took me to the Circle,” Rawley replied, a small shrug raising his shoulders. Sadness clung to his words with icy, persistent fingers; the weight of it faltering slightly under the glimmer of hope in his eyes. “But Skyhold is starting to feel like one. Don’t you think?”

“That’s awfully sentimental of you,” Dorian said, instantly regretting the flippant remark as Rawley’s face fell in response.

“I…it’s nice to have somewhere to go back to, is what I meant,” he murmured. “With the people I care about.”

The warmth in Dorian’s chest rushed from his body as he felt the fingers laced with his slip away. He curled his fingers into the quilt beneath them, the sand underneath shifting and sliding along the fabric. Sentimentality was something in his past that always came veiled in sarcasm. It more often than not accompanied an expert roll of the eyes and equally biting reply. Earnestness was an entirely different creature altogether. One he still couldn’t quite wrap his head around. He wasn’t beyond trying. Especially if it meant banishing the hurt expression now firmly etched on the Inquisitor’s face.

“It is nice,” Dorian said, doing his best to sound sincere in his own right.

He reached up with careful fingers to frame Rawley’s face. His skin was warm to the touch as it ever was; fire masked under flesh and bone. He longed to be near it. To forever bask in the glow of it. A kiss pressed to slightly parted lips, chaste by most accounts, set Dorian’s heart fluttering once more. It was terrifying in its innocence; sharp and clear like his first kiss all those years ago in Tevinter.

“To have someone to come home to.”

Dorian whispered the words into the expanse. The great blanket of stars above seemed to suffocate them in those few terrible moments when they went unanswered; hanging like spirits under the night sky. He sighed into another kiss, this one more urgent than the last. Lips parted eagerly to the slide of his tongue. He pulled Rawley towards him, his fingers sliding through his hair as his heart drummed an ever increasing rhythm in his chest. His heart threatening to skip a beat at the whispered reply from the man beside him.

“You always will.”

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I commissioned @needapotion for a drawing of my Inquisitor Rawley Trevelyan and his one true love...cake. (sorry Dorian; 0) they were wonderful to work with and I love this so much. Look how adorable he is! *flails*

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@becausedragonage is doing an OC Friday I figured I couldn't let that go by without some love for my favorite Inquisitor Rawley Trevelyan :0) My clueless, little fire mage baby. Lover of baked goods, animals, and a certain mustachioed mage. The custom POPS I made of Rawley and Dorian are still some of my favorites :0)

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♗ for Rawley and Dorian please?

Thank you for the prompt! I am always happy to write fluff with these two. Let them be happy :0)

♗: One fallingasleep with their head in the other’s lap.

“Then he has the gall to tell me that myresearch is contrived and my sources are unreliable,” Dorian scoffed, the merememory of the old encounter enough to pinch his face into an annoyed frown.

“I’m sure you made him eat those words,”Rawley said with a quiet chuckle.

He leaned over and snagged a grape fromthe bowl at the center of the blanket before flopping back down, his headfirmly resting in Dorian’s lap. He popped the grape into his mouth and flashedDorian a grin that sent his frown slithering back to the shadows. Warmth spreaddown Dorian’s legs, deeper and more comforting than the sunshine streaming downthrough the trees. He reached down and gently brushed aside a stray piece ofRawley’s hair. The same warmth radiating through his fingertips as they brushedagainst the skin of his forehead.

“Of course I did,” Dorian replied. “Noone questions my researching skills and gets away with it. You should have seenmy presentation. I’m fairly certain several of my classmates shed tears at its brilliance;a few of the professors as well.”

Dorian continued to run his fingersthrough Rawley’s hair. It was a simple gesture, barely a touch in the grander schemeof things but it felt far more intimate than any of the trysts he left behindin Tevinter. It was a strange kind of wonderful. An intimacy he longed for butthought always just beyond his reach. With every pass of his fingers he halfexpected Rawley to pull away. Even his claims of wanting more were difficult tobelieve when one was so accustomed to less. A quiet sigh of contentment encouragedfurther touches and warmed the cold sense of dread in his stomach. He moved hisfingers back and forth before rubbing slow circles along his temples.

“I’m sure they were all inconsolablewith academic jealousy,” Rawley murmured, his eyes drifting closed and acontent smile spread across his face. “Mmm, that feels nice.”

“It could feel nicer,” Dorian said.

He reached out with his mind, feelingthe tingle of magic course through his fingertips. The healing magic spreadacross Rawley’s skin with every pass of Dorian’s hands. It wasn’t hisspecialty, but even the tiniest of healing magic was enough to pull an almostperverse moan from Rawley’s lips. He shifted in an attempt to get closer toDorian’s skilled hands.

“Nice,” he said, his voice sounding suspiciouslyfar away.

“Hmm, now you’re not falling asleep onme are you?” Dorian teased, smiling as Rawley crinkled his nose in reply.

“You’re not…sleep is…you showed them,”Rawley said, slipping closer to oblivion with each mumbled word.

Dorian held back a laugh and pressedanother shimmer of soothing magic into the nape of Rawley’s neck. He moved hisfingers until Rawley’s breathing evened out and his face settled into blissfulsleep. The sun already started its descent towards the horizon and theirtraveling companions would in doubt search them out soon. Soon but not in thismoment. Dorian would let him rest as long as time would allow. He leaned overand pressed a kiss to the top of his head before picking up his discarded bookin the grass beside them.

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Oh my, glob! Look at my baby Inquisitors! And yes, this is a perfectly responsible use of my time...*hides projects she should be working on* I mean, baby Rawley looks like he's wearing his Dad's clothes *dies*

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My Inquisitor bobble head turned out rather well. I call this Sassy Rawley :0) If I can find a good base I might have to make a Dorian.

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While waiting for the commission I'm working on to set I've slowly been trying my hand at a bobble head of my Inquisitor Rawley Trevelyan. Dremeling off the hair for the undercut filled me with rage but it's an interesting change of pace to work on a slightly bigger sculpt :0) And I always like making a new Rawley

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It has been a very long/busy time at work but I wanted to participate in the Dorianmance week somehow (I'm still trying to finish a short fic for it!) I thought I'd at least post my Dorian/Rawley Funko Pop pairs :0) Their post Trespasser outfits are still some of my favorite sculpts I've ever done. I can never quite capture all the folds in Dorian's cloak, but trust me they are many.