A/N: This is my first Dragon age Inquisition fanfiction, revolving around my favourite romance, Cullen and Trevelyan mage, whose name i have kept default as i liked it, will be a series of drabbles, set in no particular order througout the game and beyond, so expect spoilers . Rated M just to be sure. Enjoy!


1: Morning breath

- In which Evelyn has bad breath and becomes embarrassed, but Cullen assures her he loves her no matter what -


Waking up in Cullen's arms was still something Evelyn Trevelyan couldn't believe, despite the fact that their relationship was common knowledge,and had been for several months now.
Yet every morning she relished waking in his warm embrace, and endeavoured to snuggle as close to him as she could.
And this morning was no different.
She batted her pale silver eyes open, squinting them as the bright morning light hit them. Cullen was on his back, his head turned towards her, eyes closed, a small snore escaping his lips. His hair was a mess but in that moment Evelyn couldn't recall when she had ever loved him more, as she drank in his appearance. He looked younger when he slept, more closer to her own 25 years than his own 32.
An unbidden yawn escaped her mouth, and she covered it with her hand to conceal it, only to be met by the most foulest smell coming from her mouth. She gasped. She knew, deep down, that it was crazy, but she couldn't let Cullen smell that, she would never live it down.
As if on cue, Cullen began to stir awake. When his caramel eyes opened he immediately sought her out, only to be met by the sight of her, sat bolt upright, her mouth covered, eyes wide.
"Eveyln?" he sleepily rubbed his eyes, and propped himself up on his elbow. "What is it. What's wrong?"
"I..." she made to speak but didn't dare risk it. Instead she chose to flee into the adjoining wash room, where a huge iron bath tub was, slamming the door behind her.
"Evelyn!" Cullen leapt out of the bed and ran after her, only to be met by the wooden door. He placed a hand on it. "Sweetheart, what's the matter?"
"Just a minute," Evelyn called, rummaging around in the top draw of the table her wash basin sat on, grabbing a handful of the mint leaves that sat there, and cramming them in her mouth, chewing. She scrunched her nose as the strong mint flavour made her eyes water. Once she was satisfied that she had chewed enough, she drank some ice cold water from the jug beside her, swished it round her mouth, then spat the green pulp out.


When she left the bathroom, she almost bumped right into Cullen, who was directly outside still. He grabbed her shoulders firmly, a look of worry on his face.
"Makers breath Evelyn, don't scare me like that," he chastised. "Whats the matter? Are you unwell? Shoud I fetch a healer?" Evelyn places a finger on his lips to calm him, a smile on her lips.
"I'm fine," she sighed. "OK... this is going to sound crazy but... I was worried about my breath. It was horrible and I didn't want you smelling it."
"Your breath?" Cullen frowned, before laughing.
"Don't laugh you ass," she shoved him playfully against the door frame. He smiled wickedly, attempting to reign in the chuckles rising in his chest.
"I'm sorry," he coughed once, and had the decency to at least look embarrassed. "I'm not laughing because your silly. I'm laughing because you are just so impossibly cute right now."
"Cute?" a hand came down to her hips and she frowned up at him. Cullen wrapped his arms around her.
"Yes cute," he kissed the tip of her nose. "Need I remind you that we have woken up next to each other for the past three months, yet now suddenly your worried how your breath smells," he chuckled once and shook his head. "As if it even matters. I love you even so." He kissed her lips then and her frown ceased to exist.
"And i love you," Evelyn murmured against his lips. "But your still an ass because you laughed."
Cullen grinned widely. "Well then my Lady Inquisitor, I shall endeavour to make up for my ungentlemanly attitude forthwith."
"Is that so Commander?" he eyebrows raised curiously. "And how pray tell do you intend to do that..." her sentence was cut off and replaced with a girlish squeal as Cullen picked her up and carried her on his shoulders towards the bed, where he ut her down, and climbed on top of her, caputring her lips.
"Mmmmm," he licked his lips. "I do so love the taste of mint, especially from your lips," he informed her huskily. He leant down and suckled on her bottom lip, causing her to moan. His kisses trailed down her neck, and Evelyn soon found it hard to concerntrate.
"Maybe I'll act crazy more often, she sighed, giving in to Cullen's passionate kisses.


Thanks for reading and i hope you like. This will be a continued series for as long as i can think up little scenario's for these two (Which isnt hard as they are just soo cute). Review as you like but remember to be kind. Much love S x