This is so so late, but I wanted to say thanks for the compliment! I’ve been surprised in the best of ways by how positive–or at least not openly negative–people have been about my Cullen x Amell ship. Now granted, that may be because the majority of people might not know it’s a Cullen x Amell ship, but I’ll take what I can get.
Summary: Cullen and Annabel finally make it to visit his family who’ve moved back to Honnelth. Full of warm fuzzy tooth-rotting family fluff and then there is smut of course. NSFW – Pregnancy sex
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Imposition
“Mama! Mama! The imposition is here! Mama! Come see!”
The little girl’s jubilant cheer draws a bark from the mabari by Annabel’s side who bounces to stick his head out the window. Prince seems to favour the wind against his slobbery chops, and all but leans out the carriage with his stump wagging furiously as they pull to a stop. Annabel must admit she’s grateful too, the chance of a few weeks rest in a real bed has been calling to her in the way it always did after a long journey.
When the door opens the hound all but falls out, making the cabin lurch and sending her sprawling, thankfully, Cullen, is quick as always to lend a steady hand and catch her as she stumbles.
Hmm. The title ‘Imposition’ may have been correct after all. Honnelth isn’t so much a village as a small hamlet of stone farm cottages, and their arrival must have all but doubled the population of the place. The announcement had clearly reached every household, and a crowd had gathered to greet them with hushed murmurings. Annabel can’t help but be suspicious of the sideways looks that are traded, being judged was never a pleasant experience, even though it is one she’s used to. Years at playing the game allowed her to see past the whispers and find that most of the folk seemed merely curious and nod in welcome if her gaze lingers on them long. That wasn’t usually the vibe she got from crowds like this but in a way its what she should have expected, they were welcoming back a successful one of their own.
A tiny spark of paranoia about her hand crackles with the green gemstone, and she curls her prosthetic fingers to hide the faint glow. She wants to be seen for her and not as the Herald of Andraste, although that seems impossible nowadays, the two have largely become one and the same, forever interwoven, in the public’s eyes.
Glancing to Cullen, she notes how his eyebrows have drawn in, searching the scores of people with scrutiny, evidently seeking someone who isn’t there based on the way his eyes continue to narrow. She gives his hand a reassuring squeeze, whatever judgement she’s feeling must be tenfold for him, and she doesn’t envy him in the slightest. Excitement buzzes along with the nerves, and she bumps her hip against his in the hope of transferring some of that positive fizz over.
Her action has little to no effect, and she notes his focus is glued to a slow emerging path. It’s being cut through the mass by the forceful march of a tall and broad-shouldered woman. Her wavy golden hair is tied up in a loose bun, and strands of flaxen locks wisp in the breeze as she pushes her way through. The steely determination in her copper-rich eyes confirm what Annabel had already guessed; this must be Mia.
“Cullen Stanton Rutherford,” the lady remarks, one hand on her hip and a light smirk gracing her features. “And just what brings the Commander of the Inquisition’s mighty forces all the way out here?”
While I’m working on a longer fanfic, I felt the desire of something shorter, fluffy.
I hope you like it!
Demetra Trevelyan x Cullen Rutherford
NSFW-ish (nothing graphic)
Cullen tried to lay down as graciously as he could. It was a bit tricky to take possession of the left side of the mattress. His beloved Inquisitor tended to occupy all the unattended space during her sleeping, and that night was no different. Even knowing Demetra slept like the dead – and Maker how much he envied her sometimes – he moved her arm away from his pillow carefully, worried to disturb her rest. Maker knew they both had quite a day. She grunted something and rolled on her side, curling slightly. He barely held back a chuckle seeing her in that way. There was something endearing about the mighty Inquisitor childlike sleeping, unaware of any problem or the stack of reports he had just brought on her desk. Thinking about the workload made him hesitant. It wasn’t that late, maybe he could work for another ten minutes. “Don’t you dare,” a bundle of sleepy angry words hit him as soon as he put his feet on the soft carpet near the bed “Come back here and sleep, Cullen.” She turned on her back, cracking an eye open “It’s an ungodly hour to work and I want to cuddle. So, lay down now.” He laughed quietly, defeated in the best possible way. He plopped on the bed and kissing her soft freckled cheek “Who tells you I was going to work?” She grunted, arching her neck with a huff “Know you.” “I’m sorry I woke you up” he whispered, stretching out an arm. She rolled on her side, facing him, her head on his shoulder “Don’t worry. I was trying to wait for you, but I forgot how much in love you’re with your work.” “Don’t be silly,” he smiled kissing the top of her hair. “ ‘m not,” she mumbled, throwing her arm around his torso. A rumble of approval left him, felling her full curves pressed against his skin. It was warm, it was familiar and it made him regret he didn’t leave his office sooner.
While I’m working on a longer fanfic, I felt the desire of something shorter, fluffy.
I hope you like it!
Demetra Trevelyan x Cullen Rutherford
NSFW-ish (nothing graphic)
Cullen tried to lay down as graciously as he could. It was a bit tricky to take possession of the left side of the mattress. His beloved Inquisitor tended to occupy all the unattended space during her sleeping, and that night was no different. Even knowing Demetra slept like the dead – and Maker how much he envied her sometimes – he moved her arm away from his pillow carefully, worried to disturb her rest. Maker knew they both had quite a day. She grunted something and rolled on her side, curling slightly. He barely held back a chuckle seeing her in that way. There was something endearing about the mighty Inquisitor childlike sleeping, unaware of any problem or the stack of reports he had just brought on her desk. Thinking about the workload made him hesitant. It wasn’t that late, maybe he could work for another ten minutes. “Don’t you dare,” a bundle of sleepy angry words hit him as soon as he put his feet on the soft carpet near the bed “Come back here and sleep, Cullen.” She turned on her back, cracking an eye open “It’s an ungodly hour to work and I want to cuddle. So, lay down now.” He laughed quietly, defeated in the best possible way. He plopped on the bed and kissing her soft freckled cheek “Who tells you I was going to work?” She grunted, arching her neck with a huff “Know you.” “I’m sorry I woke you up” he whispered, stretching out an arm. She rolled on her side, facing him, her head on his shoulder “Don’t worry. I was trying to wait for you, but I forgot how much in love you’re with your work.” “Don’t be silly,” he smiled kissing the top of her hair. “ ‘m not,” she mumbled, throwing her arm around his torso. A rumble of approval left him, felling her full curves pressed against his skin. It was warm, it was familiar and it made him regret he didn’t leave his office sooner.
Mayerine 