a/n: this is my first ever DA fanfiction. I have however beta-ed a few before, which can be viewed on my profile. I am in need of a beta, so forgive me if there are any errors – there are probably a lot, even though I've read through it multiple times L forgive me. I also apologize for the fact these are my own warped ideas of what should have happened in the game, not saying I didn't love the scenes, I did but c'mon, who doesn't want their fantasies played out.

Constructive criticism wanted, any negative non-helpful comments will be removed and blocked.

Summary: One-shots of my Inquisitor/Herald, Amelia Trevelyn and her relationship with Commander Cullen. O/S, Drabble-fic, chapters are not always connected or in order. Possible, what should have been in the game. *spoiler alert*

For future references: my character is: Amelia "Lia" Trevelyn and a mage, to picture what she's like, I've uploaded a picture and is available on my profile to view.

Word Count: 1,089

1. The Breach

The breach was finally closed.

She done it, without the Inquisition she probably wouldn't have made it through. Corypheus was dead, locked away in the fade where he so badly desired to go. Just a distant dream, so Amelia hoped - something she wished never to be seen again. It's hard to comprehend how she got this far, just an ordinary circle Mage who adored her life of order; whilst her family loved her and the Templar connection was always a constant in their heritage, not once did she hope to have magic. It was only her, Lia's father nor her mother had magic in their DNA and yet neither of her siblings had magic. Was her fate decided before she was born, to unite to world by a single enemy - magic itself? The irony, she thought as she stumbled through entrance of Skyhold; the cheers and the shout of her name, were audible even before she walked through to find all members of the inquisition before her. It was only when she straightened, forcing herself to look un-injured as people celebrated in joy of the passing of the worst nightmare - that was when she realized, it was over.

No more burdens to carry on her aching shoulders, no more lives or fates controlled by her own hands.

Glancing up, Lia's eyes met golden ochre ones - a side smile gracing his lips but first she had to thank her council members. Cassandra, who herself proved to become a valued member of the team and later a true friend, Leliana, a sisterly figure - one that Trevelyn had always wanted yet never received and finally Josie; a character who out shined them all, her knowledge and grace had got them through some difficult times.

Last but not least, Cullen; Lia's beloved, the man who had been by her side since day one; who had trusted her when she was just a Mage, who went against his beliefs of magic and what he had experienced in his life before the Inquisition. Yet Lia got to know him like the rest of the team and it wasn't long before she found herself lingering on his every word, butterflies in her stomach. So when she wanted advice or just wanted to see how he was – he was there waiting and Lia couldn't help but want to get to know him, his life and his family. Each time she'd enter his quarters for an update, he'd be there and it was only after the chess match that Lia couldn't hold it in anymore.

Whilst she had never loved before or had never experienced the comfort of another's arms - with Cullen she soon found his lips against her own in surprise. His confidence as an Advisor showed both physically and emotionally, it was all in that one kiss. The taste of his mouth against hers, the feeling of his body pressed against hers it was all too much.

Snapping from her thoughts Lia found herself at the top of the steps, a relieved smile gracing her lips but it isn't her team she goes for and they both know it. Lia moves forward, wrapping her arms around Cullen's neck whilst resting her face on his furry paldrons. In that moment she doesn't care, whilst they both prefer their romantic life is kept private - they both needed it, it was hard enough forcing herself not to kiss him. The desire to take him and bury herself in passion and lust, to show him how thankful she was that they're both here.

The rest of the evening went past like a blur; it's only when Lia's retired to her room that he stops her once more. Desire ignited in the pit of her stomach as he followed behind her into her large-scaled quarters. It's one of the few times she's been with him in her own room, preferring his than her own – it being far too big and luxurious for herself when her troops reside in much less than what she has.

She's not used to it, at all.

It's over, but what does she do? Where does she go from now? These thoughts penetrated through her sleep, leaving her wide wake after a passionate love making affair with Cullen, who is sleeping peacefully and nightmare-free. It's not something she's used to and Lia can't help but question herself, did she do the right thing? Are they safe now? Its in her nature to help people, it always had been since she was young but what happens when Thedas no longer recognizes her as the higher Authority and soon, she'll just be a forgotten memory? What if Cullen's lyrium addiction becomes too much and she wakes one morning to find he had forgotten who she is, who she was and no longer recognizes their love?

"Lia…" His deep voice drags her name out into a sigh, as if scolding her because her mind is too overactive and he knows it; knows her so well. Her fade green eyes flick over to his, moving from her position to cuddle into his – her cheek resting on his shoulder, her leg thrown over his waist as Cullen wraps his arms around her, embracing her tightly; as if not wanting to let her go. Which is true, the former Templar can't stand the thought of losing her, of letting her go and it had been playing on his mind since the confrontation with Corypheus.

"Stop thinking about it, I'm here. We'll get through it together, I promise."