Can I get cullen with a bf who gifts Cullen shiny trinkets like a little crow for flufftober? (If.. that's how it works lol)
Hey! So, it's late, but here it is. I tried really hard with this one and ended up rewriting it a few times, but I'm still not thrilled with it. I tried my best and I hope you can enjoy it!
Cullen Rutherford realized immediately that the Inquisitor was an eccentric character.Â
Eccentric did not mean bad or wrong, no, but curious in a certain way. Of course, âeccentricâ was something he was familiar with if his encounters with Hawke were anything to consider, but this was far more pleasant as far as Cullen was concerned
He didnât know much about the Inquisitor except that he was now considered the Herald of Andraste, a bogus title, really. He didnât believe the rumors. Did the Inquisitor have a magic-powered hand capable of closing horrific rifts in the Fade? Yes, but did that mean he was the Herald? No, and frankly, Cullen didnât care. He wanted Corypheus defeated by any means necessary, so if that required Cullen to work alongside the Herald, then so be it.
His first meeting with the Inquisitor, then a prisoner, was so brief that it could hardly be considered a meeting. He hardly paid it any mind; he was focused on rescuing his men.
His first true experience with the Inquisitor came after yet another of Roderickâs mad rants, during which he doled out heresy charges to everyone, with the Inquisition established immediately after.
.
The man seemed pleasant enough. Cullen was surprised that the inquisitor himself came to survey the troops and question him about his plans. He tried to ignore the spark that ignited in his stomach as the Inquisitor flirted with him - that is what it was, right? Why else would he ask why Cullen was single? He was no stranger to people flirting with him, but he could tell from then on that spark might grow. He remembered groaning. Things were about to become very complicated, werenât they?
From then on, he mostly saw the Inquisitor in the War Room, taking in the intel from his advisors. Cullen wished the Inquisitor would take his advice more often, but it wasnât his place to do more than raise a concern. However, that same warmth filled his body whenever he and the Inquisitor made eye contact, sometimes for longer than was necessary.
Cullen would be lying if he said he didnât feel a sense of pride whenever his advice was followed.
Through time, Cullen had to admit he was impressed with the Inquisitorâs skills. With the help of trainers and people like Cassandra, Varric, or Solas, he was shaping up to become quite the fighter and a leader as well. It was not what Cullen was expecting. In fact, while he never viewed the Inquisitor as useless, he did wonder how much the rest of them would carry him through. Cullen was thankful to be proven wrong, both logistically and personally.
He found himself enjoying the Inquisitor's company more than heâd care to admit and was surprised to feel a sense of loss whenever the Inquisitor left Skyhold, subconsciously waiting for his return.Â
But now things have changed. The Inquisitor, along with the numerous soldiers and mages, had defended the Stronghold with Solas leading them to Skyhold. Now he had a proper office in Skyhold with proper equipment and properly trained soldiers. The Inquisitor's status had risen exponentially, and recruits as well as refugees were settling in Skyhold by the day.Â
Cullen didnât expect to see the Inquisitor as often, which filled him with a sense of disappointment that again, he did not expect. Yet the Inquisitor always made time for him.
Unexpectedly, the Inquisitor always had a trinket for him. Sometimes, Cullen would even receive little trinkets in the post. Sometimes it was coins he admitted were his favorite -Â upon commenting on this, he received plenty more from far-off places - something that truly touched him, as people rarely acknowledged him outside of his military presence.
The idea that someone not only listened but bothered to remember something about him as a person? Unheard of, it was something he didnât remember having since he was a newly minted templar at Kinloch Hoard, befriending other templars for the first time.
Other times, the Inquisitor gave him little figurines, like a bear figurine from the Avvar region or a nug, but most recently, it was a crow figurine. The paranoid part of Cullen worried this could have been a sign from the Antivan Crows. Was the Inquisitor once part of the Antivan Crows? Did he have contacts with them? Or was this simply the result of a trade or something the Inquisitor simply found? He didnât know, but Leliana had caught him staring at the figurine one time and teased him for his paranoia. Â
But Cullen couldnât help but feel guilty. He had nothing to offer in return but his company and even he had to admit to himself that he wasnât the best of company at the best of times, especially with the lyrium withdrawal yet the inquisitor never judged him but that somehow, that pureness, that cleansing balm came with the gnawing feeling of not being good enough, not working hard enough, feeling too damaged.
But those trinkets, those little pieces that had started to decorate the shelves in his loft, had been a reminder that someone cared for him. But what could he do in return?
Cullen agonized about it for weeks, especially after that fateful kiss on the battlements.Â
It had to be from the heart, something valuable. He had no money of his own; all of his funds went to improving the inquisition or for the very basics. Yes, he could save his funds, but when did he leave Skyhold to travel? Rarely, and his military excursions were hardly the time to shop - yet he did keep his eyes peeled.
Ah.
It finally dawned on him after receiving another coin from the Inquisitor, this time from the Anderfels. Why not give the man a coin of his own? But what if the Inquisitor was tired of coins after discovering so many of his own? Cullen knew, though, that he didnât have this coin.
Cullen reached into his inner pocket and brought out a coin of his own, smiling at the familiar face and savoring the weight. Oh yes, he knew exactly what trinket he would give his Inquisitor, and he knew the perfect time.
Cullen traced the coin one last time before placing it back in his pocket. Yes, he had used it for luck for years, ever since his brother Branson gave it to him, but for this? He didnât need luck for this, not for his Inquisitor.