Pairing: The Iron Bull x Mina Tabris

Chapter Rating: M for some sexual content but not explicit

Chapter Word Count: 2198

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Chapter 3 Excerpt:

Apparently he’d read her all wrong.

He’d gone and fucked one of the red heads floating around Skyhold that had flirted with him that evening after shit went south with the Hero—Mina. A good time but not a long time. Just enough to boost his ego. He thought he was excellent at reading people and Mina read like she needed to be handled softly from the very little intel he’d gathered. People hadn’t treated her nicely. So he wanted to be better than those people. Treat her to kindness.

Now he stands next to her in the rain, both of them lifting the back of the carriage to get it out of the mud. But the fucking thing doesn’t budge. Bulls grip slips. The carriage falls, sending one of the wheels skittering off a bit to the left. He’s pretty sure that’s not a good thing. Then Mina stumbles and lands on her ass. Bull takes two great steps towards her and forgets his blindside. Smacks his shoulder against the carriage. Trips over Minas foot. Ends up face first in the mud. She cackles, knees curled up to her chest in a puddle as mud drips off the stubble of his chin.

Pairing: The Iron Bull/Mina Tabris (pre-relationship)

Chapter Rating: T for language

Chapter 1 Word Count: 315

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Bull has always paid attention to details. Part of the training. The title— hissrad. When The Hero of Ferelden first steps through the doors of the tavern, it’s no different for him. A list of details. Every one of them nothing like the rumors he’d heard. No. She’s the equivalent of qunari gaatlok pressed inside a gem of a precious piece of jewelry slipping around the neck.

“You gonna introduce yourself?” Krem settles into a seat next to him, lifting a tankard to his lips.

“No,” Bull says. She doesn’t seem like she’s having a good day and he’s not sure he could add any value to it. Not to mention, she intimidates the hell out of him.

“Why not? I thought it was one of your dreams to meet the Hero of Ferelden. The great Archdemon slayer.”

Bull chuckles but it doesn’t meet his eyes. “I’m sure we’ll cross paths in time.”

“This isn’t one of those times?”

“No Krem.”

Krem shrugs and Maryden strums out a new tune. Bull watches as the Hero downs shot after shot.

“Come on, Chief. It’s an easy in. The Hero’s just drinking. Why not get a drink too and introduce yourself?”

“What am I supposed to say? ‘Hello, the name’s The Iron Bull. I’m your biggest fan’?”

Krem laughs. “Yeah, something like that.”

“If I introduce myself to the Hero then you gotta introduce yourself to Maryden over there.”

Krem freezes up. Then tugs at his shirt collar.

“Yeah. That’s what I thought.”

Krem shakes his head and breathes in real deep. “The things I do for you,” he says as he stands up and walks over to Maryden.