You know, I always feel a little sorry for Master Dennet. The Inquisitor is like, hey, I need a horse expert! Here is a horse expert! And he comes along to be your horse expert.
And for a while all is well. He brings his own fine horses, and the Inquisitor adds to the stable as she finds new breeding stock—often excellent. Where she got the charger from, he doesn’t know, and he feels too honored by having it in his care to ask.
And then the Inquisitor starts coming back with like… deer. And Dennet scratches his head, because he knows horses, and just because it has four hooves and you can put a saddle on it doesn’t make it a horse. Hell, the food and space and exercise requirements for a cob and a draft horse aren’t the same—a goddamn deer is presumably completely different. But he goes around Skyhold rounding up Dalish elves until he finds one who knew something about halla, on the principle that that’s probably the closest thing, and they work it out. (He’s always respected the way Dalish treat their halla, so it’s not that big of a leap. And even though Dalish—the Charger—doesn’t know anything much about how to raise halla, he looks the other way when she wants to spend half a day in the deer’s box stall being all affectionate at it. Can’t hurt.)
But deer of various kinds are at least still… well… grass-eating hoofed animals. Things don’t begin to really go sideways until they bring back the first dracolisk.
It’s a lizard. It’s a giant meat-eating lizard. Dennet is a master of horse, and he will stretch that to deer in a pinch, but asking him to figure out the care and feeding of big spiky lizard things is a bit much. It is—he tries to explain, first to Cullen and then to Josephine and finally to the Inquisitor herself—as if someone had decided that because you knew how to knead bread, you were obviously a master pugilist, because both things involved punching things. For his trouble he got a friendly clap on the shoulder and a “Just do your best! We can free up some funds to hire you more help!” (help from where? was he to hang up fliers somewhere for dracolisk handlers? where exactly was one supposed to go for that?).
(We will not even discuss the zombie horse with a sword through its head. We will not. The zombie horse got a stall to itself and was studiously ignored, on the principle that it was dead, and not much Dennet did could either help or hurt it.)
Dennet knew that he was in over his head and then some when the Inquisitor showed up with a charming grin and a giant fucking nug, and all he thought was, “Better see if any dwarves know what to feed it.” (Dagna does, but he’s a little afraid because she keeps having these ideas for ‘experimental feed,’ and….)
“Come to bed with me,” he said after a beat of silence.
She regarded him with an expression that could have meant everything or nothing. Then nodded.
Cullen followed her to the bedroom, his hand still entangled with hers. It was stuffy in there, so he cracked a window. Evelyn crossed the room to turn on the bedside light. He was glad for it. He wanted to see everything; take in the sight of her, memorize her, and live off the image later.
Evelyn didn’t touch him, her hands stayed affixed to the headboard as she moved above him. When her eyes slipped shut, Cullen didn’t worry she was in another time or another place with someone else because it was his name that fell from her lips. And when Evelyn looked at him, she saw him. She was a surprise, a gift, and some microscopic piece of himself knew there would never be anyone else.
These thoughts were dangerous.
Fleeting.
He let them go and held onto her. Another day, he’d memorize her with his hands. And if he were lucky, there’d be another for his mouth. Cullen was beyond caring this was temporary because this was real and living and his. There was no lyrium to take her from him. She’d always be his, even when she was gone.
Its about time I stopped being lazy and made a tumblr writing master list so here it goes!
All my works are on AO3 and can be found on tumblr by searching my blog using ‘my writing’ or via my fanfiction blog page which I think can only be viewed via desktop.
I pretty much only write Cullen Rutherford x Annabel Trevelyan, mostly smutty fluff with some angst. I have few joint works with my best buddy @inner-muse which also include her oc.
(I’m not going to include the very short prompt fics i’ve done as I’ll be here all day but they can be found using the above links.)
Happily ever after –
Cullen x Annabel’s post trespasser epilogue – my only thing close to a long fic (>35,000 words so far but still ongoing). This deals with the events right after trespasser. Includes smut, fluff, hurt/comfort and angst!
Part 1– Annabel struggles with loss of her hand and Cullen struggles to know how lift her spirits – NSFW, Angst and Fluff
Part 2– The struggle continues, only made worse by the ever changing Inquisition, those of her friends who do remain however rally around to come up with something rather useful – SFW Angst and Fluff
Part 3 – Annabel and Cullen begin their honeymoon and on the way to Ostwick stop off on his old stomping grounds. – NSFW, Angst and Fluff
Part 4 – The newlyweds finally arrive at Ostwick, only for Cullen to make a poor first impression with the Bann – who happens to be Annabel’s older brother and closest kin. NSFW, Angst and Fluff
Part 5– Cullen still struggles to fit in with Annabel’s noble heritage, but receives news that blows all his concerns out the water. SFW Angst and Fluff
Part 6– Journeying to Ferelden on the way to visit Cullen’s family for the first time both lovers grow ever fretful. SFW Angst and Fluff
The rest of my fics are much shorter but do still tell the story of Annabel x Cullen’s romance, so here they are in some semblance of order:
Pre Romance
Why is it so cold? – Annabel has just been dragged from the snow after the fall of Haven, and Cullen makes it his duty to look after her. SFW- Angst, hurt/comfort, fluff
New Recruits – There is a litter of mabari puppies at Skyhold – need I say more? – SFW Flirty Fluff
Nug catcher – Leilina’s nugs are all loose! And dressed in fluffy sweaters of course, can Cullen help catch them before the spy master kills the Inquisitor? SFW Flirty Fluff
Early Romance
Is that my shirt? – Early war room meeting dress code mix ups. SFW, Flirty Fluff
Incy Wincy Spider – Annabel is a fearless warriorr – unless its spiders of course. SFW, Fluff
Twenty minutes– Cullen manages to make them late for the morning war table meeting, by being rather, distracting. NSFW, Porn without plot, fluff, humour
The commanders throne – Annabel has redecorated and insists Cullen try on the new Fereldan throne for size. NSFW, Porn without plot, fluff, humour
Teach me– Annabel returns to find Cullen studying at his desk, but she has other things to teach him. Teasing, NSFW, fluff.
First one to make a noise loses – Another boring Skyhold soiree which Annabel hopes to make a little more interesting. SFW, Flirting Fluff, Teasing
Take Command – Cullen is quickly discovering Annabel’s boldness applies to the bedroom too. NSFW, Porn without plot, lightly dom cullen, fluff
Washing the others hair – Annabel returns from an exhausting trip and Cullen helps his lady relax. SFW, Fluff.
Adjusting Armour – A fancy event requires the best armour money can buy, not that Annabel can figure out how to wear it at all. SFW, Fluff
Established romance
True Superiority – Chess turns rather heated. NSFW, Porn without plot, lightly dom cullen, fluff
A warrior’s resolve – You know the trope, two warriors sparring in the training yard soon turns into bedroom sparring. NSFW, Porn without plot, lightly dom cullen, fluff
Heat -Sharing a bath after she returns from being away for months in the Frost backs leads to even more steam. NSFW Smut and Fluff
Good morning – Lazy morning kisses that turn into smut aka my favourite trope. NSFW, Porn without plot, lightly dom cullen, fluff.
Eloquent privacy – Tent sex proves to be difficult to keep private. NSFW, Porn without plot, fluff, humour.
Alone at last – Annabel spends the afternoon with Dorian reading a rather scandalous book that gets her all hot and bothered. If only there was a handsome commander around to alleviate all that sexual frustration. NSFW Pure smut
Where demons dwell – slightly longer fic (<10,000 words) – Annabel is lost in the fade and in danger once more, the Inquisition must find a way to reach her – although not everyone will like it. Split into Part 1, Part 2 & Part 3- Angst, hurt/comfort, fluff
Neck Kisses – Confident Cullen steals his lady away from the party- NSFW, Porn without plot, dom!cullen, fluff, humour
Sweet Desserts – Set just prior to trespasser. Cullen is growing weary of noble politics once more and Annabel knows just how to push his buttons. NSFW, Porn without plot, dom!cullen, fluff, humour
OT3 Annabel, Kelandris and Cullen – co written with @inner-muse
In a universe where Annabel is the Herald and her long term love Kelandris is the Inquisitor, they soon find that a certain Commander is difficult to resist
Undressing Commander Cullen – The two ladies decide it’s time Cullen realised just how interested in him they really are. NSFW, Porn without plot, dom! Ladies and sub Cullen.
The temptresses and the templar– Kelandris return to find that Cullen has been slacking in her absence, the two ladies seek to put this right. NSFW, Porn without plot, dom! Ladies and sub Cullen
Obeisance – Pure smut from start to finish with sub/dom themes, spanking, oral sex, sex toys, ect as the established threesome play their favourite bedroom roles. NSFW, Porn without plot, dom/sub/sub.
The Antithesis of Nobility . Part 1– Part 2Part 3Part 4 Dark AU – violence, torture, angst. Kelandris and Annabel are taken prisoner and tortured while Cullen searches for a way to rescue them. Slightly longer fic (<20,000) multiple trigger warnings apply!
Modern AU
Anything to see you smile – – Modern au smut inspired by winter holiday season and ugly jumpers. NSFW, Porn without plot, fluff.
Priceless– Mechanic Cullen is staying late to finish a job when his lover presents an interesting proposal. NSFW, Porn without Plot, fluff.
Car sex – Looks so much easier in the movies. NSFW, Porn without Plot, Fluff.
That’s your lot folks! Reblogs and signal boosts always appreciated ❤
“Come to bed with me,” he said after a beat of silence.
She regarded him with an expression that could have meant everything or nothing. Then nodded.
Cullen followed her to the bedroom, his hand still entangled with hers. It was stuffy in there, so he cracked a window. Evelyn crossed the room to turn on the bedside light. He was glad for it. He wanted to see everything; take in the sight of her, memorize her, and live off the image later.
Evelyn didn’t touch him, her hands stayed affixed to the headboard as she moved above him. When her eyes slipped shut, Cullen didn’t worry she was in another time or another place with someone else because it was his name that fell from her lips. And when Evelyn looked at him, she saw him. She was a surprise, a gift, and some microscopic piece of himself knew there would never be anyone else.
These thoughts were dangerous.
Fleeting.
He let them go and held onto her. Another day, he’d memorize her with his hands. And if he were lucky, there’d be another for his mouth. Cullen was beyond caring this was temporary because this was real and living and his. There was no lyrium to take her from him. She’d always be his, even when she was gone.
Mayerine 