Riding The Bull (n/p)

His mind untainted, his body untouched....what was he supposed to take that as?

Char: Iron Bull, Val’Aishlym

Thinking Loudly, Shouting Silently: Inner Machinations of Val’Aishlym

Riding The Bull

Val’Aishlym was at wits ends. He flipped and shuffled through papers, staring blankly. What did half these words even mean? How did they expect him to read and write their language perfectly if they literally just dragged him out of the forest? Did they not realize the customs and language of the elvish to the shemlens was different? Or did they not care? Val’Aishlym stood with a grunt as he walked towards the balcony.

He had half a mind to just toss the papers out the door and let the wind worry about them. He gripped the papers as he stared out over the railing of the balcony. He took a step back, sighed, and turned around. He froze.

There on the bed was a grinning Iron Bull. Was he that deep in thought that he hadn’t heard the man come in? Because he knew �" the man was loud. His steps were stomps and his runs were herds of hundreds of halla running across a field �" or maybe even those druffalo things…..or brontos….whichever are bigger �" Where am I?

“I got the hints,” Iron Bull said, his grin still in place. Val’Aishlym turned around before looking back at the Qunari. He looked left, then right, then back again, frowning. What? “You want to ride the bull.” Val’Aishlym stared blankly at him. What?

“What?” He asked slowly. Iron Bull stood up, making his way over to the elf. The elf began to panic inside. Sure, he was a capable hunter; he prided himself in being on the strong side and…well nimble….but this guy �" Qunari �" was at least 3 times bigger than him. The Qunari could easily snap him in half had he a mind to, something the silver-haired elf took into consideration whenever he was near him. Keep your friends close but your enemies closer, they say. I don’t think I want him any closer.

“I don’t believe you have any idea what you’re getting yourself into,” Bull said. Val'Aishlym's wrists were grasped before he could even process what was just said to him. He was backed up into a wall where his bound hands were pinned to said wall.

“What?” was the only thing that Val’Aishlym could spit out. He was still utterly confused. What did he mean by ride the bull? Was it some sort of slang for something? Maybe it had something to do with fighting? Qunaris loved to fight, didn’t they?

“I don’t think you can handle it,” The Qunari continued. Val’Aishlym’s eyes narrowed. Challenge accepted.

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Josephine walked up to the Inquisitor’s quarters just as the elf came out. “Oh! Inquisitor, I was just coming to see if you were done looking over the reports,” She said, smiling. Her smile didn't last very long, though as she took in Val'Aishlym's ruffled appearance. “Are you well? You look a bit worn,”

“I’m fine,” Val’Aishlym said. “It’s done.” He walked past her.

“But…where are they? I need them to �"" She had reached her hand out to open the door.

“I wouldn’t go in there if I weren’t a mage,” Val’Aishlym threw over his shoulder. Josephine furrowed her brows in confusion. “By the way,” Val’Aishlym said, opening the door to the main hall. “Could you get in an order for a new bed? Thanks.” Val’Aishlym walked into the main hall and closed the door. Josephine’s eyes widened slightly. She turned her gaze to the inquisitor’s quarters, slightly worried for the state of the room.

She opened the door and quickly made her way up the small amount of stairs. When she rounded the railing, she stopped and gasped. The Iron Bull was there in the middle of a wrecked bed. The bed was split in two with the Qunari in the middle of the split. He was groaning with his head thrown back, his arms spread out over his head and his legs up and bent at the knees.

“Sweet Maker �" what happened??” Did she even want to know? The Qunari’s clothing wasn’t all the way on….

Author's Note

This was inspired by the fact I had a chance to romance Iron Bull when in fact....I had not even flirted with him a single time (Okay I accidentally on purpose flirted once). I was just friendly with him, trying to romance Dorian but then this happened and I'm just like "Wat?".

Notes: Some of these pertain to the storyline of the game, some don't. Some are AU, some I wish happened. There will be male x male relations in this story. If you do not like it, then skip them or just don't bother with the story. The ampersand (&) between two character names in the Char part is a warning of sorts. It means these two characters are shipped together in that particular chapter or drabble. I hope you enjoy - I certainly enjoyed writing this.

n.p. = no pairing