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Something Soft and Delicate

Chapter Two

Fandom: Dragon Age

Pairing: Cullen Rutherford x female reader

Chapter Song: Please Please Please Let Me Get What I Want (Deftones Version) - Deftones (lyrics in bold)

"Isn't this wonderful?"

A husky, tired voice flows across your shoulder into your ear - emitting from your newly wed husband who had been acting as your big spoon and caressing your bare skin to help you wake up with his head placed perfectly so that he could peck at your lower neck constantly for the past five minutes or so. So you tiredly responded with "hm?"

Cullen: "Good times for a change"

You: "Yes... it is rather lovely"

You speak through a cheesy grin, eyes still shut.

Cullen: "It's just, neither of us have been very well off and... I'm so glad I found you y/n. So for once in my life I feel... so safe"

You: "And you deserve to, Sweetheart"

You turn over in his arms so that you can face him.

You: "See, the luck you've had, can make a good man turn bad... and you've done nothing but remain my big, strong pure man"

A devilish smile creeps across your lips toward the end of your sentence as you squeeze his bicep. Making him giggle and his ears to turn a little red.

You: "How on Thedas do I still make you blush, Cullen?"

Cullen: "Oh I've never dealt well with compliments from pretty women. I'm not sure that will ever change"

He grins.

You: "Aww, thought you'd be bored of me by now"

You smile half joking. His gaze softens.

Cullen: "You? Never."

He slowly leans in and kisses you gently with feather-touch lips. His sweet, low voice hatching butterflies deep in your tummy. His large arms envelop you.

Cullen: "Maker has finally Let me get what I want... lord knows it's the first time"

Your soft round eyes look up at him similar to a puppies yearning gaze as one hand of yours begins to utilise it's fingers in caressing Cullen's naked chest. You go to reassure him.

You: "Cullen you- darlin' are you too hot?"

Your eyes flicker between the several licks of sweat rolling down his forehead and cheeks.

Cullen: "I feel a little flushed"

His eyes apear glazed over, giving him away as he tries his hardest to maintain his composure. You start to shuffle away and sit up a bit.

You: "I'll get you a cold flannel"

You go to push yourself off the bed and onto your feet when you feel a clammy hand grip your wrist.

Cullen: "no, don't go"

His doughy eyes pleed more intensely than his words ever could. You do your best to remain stoic.

You: "it's the withdrawals is it not?"

You state matter-of-factly. Referring to his recovering stater due to being in the process of quitting lyrium.

Cullen: "it doesn't matter y/n. I won't let the first few days of our marriage be spoiled by this"

You: "don't say silly things like that. Nothing will be spoiled my sweet"

You smile tenderly and float out the room to find a flannel.

Once you return with a damp, wet flannel and a bottle of medicine with a complimentary teaspoon your met with a trembling Cullen who's sat on top of the covers in his underwear with a cold sweat tormenting the surface of his soft skin. You sit beside him and carefully place the flannel on his forehead as he twitches and occasionally whimpers. Then you unscrew the bottle of medicine and raise the teaspoon.

Cullen: "Let me, let me, let me"

Cullen commands rapidly, almost frantically. You, without a second thought hand him the glass bottle and spoon to which he mucks up the execution of the pouring gesture. Immediately realising you were too soon to let him do it himself, you take the spoon and bottle back slowly and cautiously and place it on the bedside table all the while Cullen curses under his breath.

Cullen: "I'm so sorry y/n"

You: "shh shh shh"

You cup his cheek and peck at his forehead.

You: "I'll just change the bedding tonight, okay?"

Cullen 'mhm's and nods, looking down still with an essence of shame. You let a few drops fill out the teaspoon and then bring the pads of your index and middle finger to lift his chin. His eyes fall shut and you instinctively brush the palm of your hand up the side of his face so that he leans into your touch.

You: "open"

You mumble softly and his trembling lips part so that you can spoon the medicine into his mouth.

You: "that'll help with the sweats"

You twirl the hair that flops over his face between your fingers.

Cullen: "Yes I- I'm feeling a little better already so, y/n... so please please please don't worry about me. Just give me a little bit and then we can carry on... celebrating"

He smirks at 'celebrating'. You smile back.

You: "You wanna tell me how your feeling?"

You ask as you shuffle yourself into a comfortable position next to him to make sure he doesn't get too hot. You lock your fingers with his as he begins to explain the best he can. You shut your eyes, deciding to let him mumble himself to sleep (as he would most definitely agree to go back to sleep if you were to outright tell him to).

Cullen: "This time is nowhere as bad as last time I got this..."

He rubs his temple and winces. His eyes shut and words lazy.

Cullen: "do you know what's rather odd about it, y/n?"

You: "what's that?"

Cullen: "I haven't had a dream in a long time and I feel like it's definitely somewhat related"

You: "how interesting"

Soon enough his sentences gave out halfway through until there was a complete absence of them. Replaced by soft snores and quiet whistles from his nose.

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47. “Why are we whispering?”

Magnus had expected to come home, chuck his coat, scarf and shoes off at the door and maybe fix himself a nice dry martini for the hell of it. He didn’t expect Alec to be home, considering the fact that he’d been in LA for the past thirteen days, helping Helen out with some new Institution guidelines they’re rolling out as the opening phase of the Shadowhunter-Downworlder alliance.

He certainly hadn’t expected to be drawn into the cloak room – the tiny closet utilised when hosting and entertaining to keep the clutter out of the entryway – by Alec’s hand, firm around his upper bicep, gentle but unrelenting.

Magnus clicks his fingers, the ceiling light filling the room with a warm glow. Alec’s hair is in disarray, his button-up loose at the collar, his sleeves haphazardly rolled up his forearms, and there’s something a little manic in his eyes.

“Alexander-“

“Shh.”

Magnus frowns, gaze skimming to the finger hovering against his lips. Oh, how the roles have reversed.

“Why are we whispering?” Magnus asks, his voice as hushed as Alec’s. He kisses the top of Alec’s thumb, barely able to resist a grin when Alec blushes, red creeping down his jaw in patches. It seems not even marriage can wane the effect that Magnus’ flirtations have on Alec, and it’s a wonder that Magnus prays never ceases.

A creak sounds from the other side of the door, and Alec stills, like a deer in headlights. For a talented and trained Shadowhunter he’s spooked by the oddest things, sometimes.

“Alexander.” Magnus whispers, curling his hand against the back of Alec’s neck. “What’s going on?”

Alec relaxes, minutely, under Magnus’ touch. He turns his focus back to Magnus, his charming doe eyes still enough to make Magnus weak at the knees with a single glance

“I came home early,” He explains – Magnus is kind enough to refrain from pointing out that he’d figured that much out already. “I felt bad, for being away so long … I know that you thought it would take longer, but I was only hoping for it to be a few days, a week at the most.”

Magnus idly strokes the back of Alec’s neck. It had sucked, being apart from Alec for so long, burned in his heart like a hole that had been drilled straight through his rib-cage, but it was important for Alec to go, important for the future of their world that he take the opportunities to help incite change when they arise.

Alec is doing wonderful, life-changing things – Magnus is hardly going to stand in the way.

“I got back to the loft,” Alec continues, still whispering. “Cat and Max were already here, and Max … I know that you understand, my having to be away so long, but he’s barely four, he’s still so, so young. I can’t apologise to him, he won’t get that, so I suggested we play hide-and-seek.”

It all falls into place before Alec has taken the chance to finish explaining it.

“I didn’t realise how good his magic was getting,” Alec grins, ear-to-ear and unmistakably proud. “The old hiding spots just weren’t cutting it.”

Magnus nods – he’d tried hiding behind the couch, and instead of walking around the couch to find him, Max had levitated the couch instead. Not very high, barely an inch, but still – levitated.

“So you locked yourself in the cloak room.” Magnus sums up.

Alec nods, solemnly. “I know. I spent twenty years trying to get out of the closet, just to find myself stuck here again.”

Magnus is unable to help the laughter that bubbles up his throat, but he’s not given a chance to worry about being heard – Alec surges up, his hands curling in the lapels of Magnus’ blazer, a move not too dissimilar to their first kiss. And their first kiss as husbands, but then Magnus is a little biased, the latter was at his wedding, after all.

“I don’t think is the best lesson to teach our child.” Magnus admits, thumb pressed behind Alec’s ear.

“Hiding in a closet? He’s the warlock son of two same-sex parents who happen to be a Shadowhunter, and the High Warlock of Brooklyn, I doubt he’ll have to come out.”

Magnus gently nudges Alec’s side. “I meant the fact that we’re hiding from our four year old son in the efforts to play hide-and-seek in the closet – not a typical place he’d think to look.”

Alec shakes his head, hands smoothing up Magnus’ chest. “I was in here for barely a minute before you came home. Besides, Max is smart. He found me in our en-suite. Behind the shower curtain. Calm as can be, he bopped my nose and told me I was it, then ran off god-knows-where. It took me twenty minutes to find him, and he’d only hidden in the pantry.”

Magnus tuts, not unkindly. “Alexander, you’ve never been great at these games. I blame your stuffy Shadowhunter upbringing myself, but nobody can deny that you put your all into trying.”

Alec pouts, but he doesn’t deny it – he can’t. The first time they’d all played, Magnus and Max against Alec so that Max could get acquainted with the game, it had barely taken Max five minutes to find Alec, crouching behind the daybed on the balcony. His tall frame admittedly doesn’t lend a lot of assistance to the game, but Magnus has begun to think that Alec has some sort of bad luck streak.

This much is proven when the door to the closet creaks open. Magnus shuffles back, his shoulder knocking into Alec’s chest, Alec’s arm winding around his waist to rest against his abdomen. Magnus melts almost instantaneously into his hold, for it was in Alec’s arms that he’d found his place in the world, and it always has – and always will – remind him of comfort, and safety, and home.

Of course, it’s quite easy to find a similar sense of home in the twinkling, mischievous blue eyes blinking widely at him from the other side of the door.

“Papa!” Max shouts, voice hitting something of a siren’s screech. He practically leaps forward, his tiny blue fists wrapping around Magnus’ knees. “Papa, papa, you’re home and Daddy’s home you’re both home-“

“By the Angel,,” Alec sighs behind Magnus, a low gust of breath that’s aching with relief. “I missed this.”

“I heard you and Daddy were playing hide-and-seek,” Magnus exclaims, stroking his thumb against Max’s favourite striped pirate shirt – he has many varieties of pirate shirts, but this one seems to be his favourite. Magnus has been re-sizing it since Max was eight months old.

“We are,” Max nods enthusiastically. “I’m very good at finding Daddy.”

He leans in, almost conspiratorially, whispering at a level that tends to be where most people talk. “Daddy isn’t very good at finding me, but.”

Alec faux-gasps behind them. “I found you behind Papa’s magical cactus.”

Max grins, showing off the gap where he’d lost his first tooth a few weeks prior. “That’s because I wanted you to find me.”

Magnus chuckles softly, squeezing Alec’s hand, fingers interlocking against his stomach. “Well, if you’re up for another round, I’d quite like to join in.”

Max claps excitedly, fortunately stepping back a bit so when he jumps up and down it isn’t on Magnus’ suede boots. “Yes! Papa you have to play with us – me against you and Daddy!”

“Two on one?” Alec hums. “Are you sure you’re up for that, buddy?”

Max nods, practically vibrating out of his skin from excitement. “And, and, and if I win, we get to have ice-cream for dinner!”

“I have fed him dinner,” Alec mumbles against Magnus’ shoulder. “A bit early, but still. It was a proper meal.”

Magnus holds his hand out, and Max shakes it as rigorously as a five-year old warlock has the strength to, which is surprisingly more than expected. “You have a deal, Blueberry.”

“You can go hide first,” Alec explains, hooking his head over Magnus’ shoulder. “Papa and I will count to one thousand before we catch you.”

“Silly Daddy,” Max sings, backing out into the hallway. “You can’t catch me!”

Magnus stares after Max with love buzzing inside of his veins like bees in spring. “We’re going to have ice-cream anyway, aren’t we?”

Alec drops a kiss to the underside of Magnus’ jaw. “Duh. You think I can deny that kid anything? I painted myself purple when he was three because he decided I was left out on account of not actually being a warlock like the rest of you.”

“It was quite a look.” Magnus acknowledges, tipping his head back against Alec’s chest. “We really lucked out with him, didn’t we? We could of gotten a tantrum-throwing, wailing, argumentative monster. Instead we got an angel.”

“Yeah, we did.” Alec wraps his other arm around Magnus’ waist. “I’m cancelling my next trip.”

“Alexander-“ He’s due in Idris in two weeks, to sit in meetings with the Inquisitor, on implanting stronger bonds with Downworlder communities. It’s not something he can just skip.

“I’m not going.” Alec declares, kissing the wing of Magnus’ clavicle. “Lily as memorised the guidelines we wrote up, and Maia can command a crowd with more charm than I’ve ever mustered. I couldn’t have done this without them, but they can definitely take this next meeting without me.”

“You’re the founder,” Magnus points out, trying to fight the flutter of his heart, a far cry from how it aches like bones in the cold when Alec is away.

“And I’ve been remiss in not attending more of the cabinet meetings that sparked all of this.” Alec declares. “More importantly, I’ve been neglecting my most important duty. My family.”

Magnus spins in Alec’s grasp, hands coming up to wind around Alec’s neck. “You mean it.” Magnus whispers, certainty lifting his spirit. “You’re not just considering this, you really mean it.”

Alec nods, stroking his fingers lightly across Magnus’ ribs. “I’m not going anywhere – at all – for the next month, at least. Maybe the next six. I hated being away from you and Max, and I realised that … I don’t have to be. Yes, this job is important, and I love what we’re accomplishing but, I love you guys more. I’m a father and a husband before I’m a delegate, and I never want to forget that.”

“I won’t let you.” Magnus promises. “I won’t stop you, from achieving what you desire, of course, but I won’t let you forget us, either. I’ve waited long enough to find you, to have a family of our own. There’s a balance here, and we’ll find it. Together.”

Alec grins. “Together.”

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