As a fellow queer Cullen groupie, I just love your blog! I love that you welcome any pairing, even the less common ones. So if you feel like it, because I really like your 5 sentences game, may I offer a prompt? Cullen and M!Hawke reunite in Skyhold, and reignite their never-quite-dead flame from their affair in Kirkwall? Happy to know each is still alive after the whole chantry and Meredith thing forced their separation perhaps? Anyway, big fan!
You are too kind; thank you so much! My goal is to have every M/M Cullen ship there is content for reblogged in here for your amusement as well as my own. :) Thank you for the prompt! This is a ship I’ve never written for before and my fingers are itching to try it out. Wish me luck, and please forgive the atrocious punctuation - it’s hard to stuff a lot of things in just five sentences.
Their eyes had met across the dinner hall and Cullen, well aware of Garrett’s arrival but reluctant to believe his ears over his eyes, had finally realised that it was true; the Champion of Kirkwall truly lived.
Now, however, the man’s presence was solid - a hot breath on his neck, coarse beard around his fingertips, a strong arm encircling his waist, his lips wet with the man’s saliva - and hard to deny; it had been denial that had kept Cullen together all these years, but as he was swept off his feet and pushed onto his desk, the last of his doubts crumbled down like a decrepit wall: “It’s really you.”
Garrett chuckled, low and melodic, the puffs of air tickling the skin behind Cullen’s ear, “It is - and had I known you were here, I’d have come earlier.”
Cullen slid his fingers into the man’s hair - longer now, more a mess than ever before - and pulled him farther to better inspect him; the years had been hard on Garrett - new scars marked his face, and his eyes were tired, but the familiar glint of mischief shone through the layers of exhaustion, and Cullen grinned as he spoke, “Perhaps it’s better that you didn’t; your presence stirs up all kinds of trouble, if memory serves.”
“Well, if my memory serves, you were never opposed to all kinds of trouble,” Garrett smirked, trapping Cullen between his arms, and dived in for a kiss.
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