A/N: Just some thoughts I had buzzing around my head about after it all between Iron Bull and F! Trevelyan. I don't know where this is going nor do I ever plan to know at the moment. Just a mix of one shots that may connect…may not… You decide. Reviews are awesome and appreciated.

I do not own any of the Dragon Age Franchise. If I did I would be happy woman who would not be writing fan fiction.

Bull was happy, Corypheus was dead and his Kadan was alive. Yes, he was completely happy in that moment of time. Bull squeezed tighter onto his Lady's waist as they watched the sun slowly sink over the horizon. The cool mountain air of Skyhold enveloped them. Bull grumbled softly as he felt her skin become too cold for his liking. He wrapped his arms tighter around the small rouge in front of him, sheltering her from the cold. She continued to silently look out to the constellations that littered the night sky. She cleared her throat softly.

"When I was a kid I would sneak out of my fathers estate and lay in the fields for hours just watching the stars. I would look up and ask questions on how my life would turn out. Ask whom I would fall in love with and marry in the future." She hesitated for a moment before she continued talking a little more tenderly, "Some times I would talk to the Maker, when I still believed, then when I lost my faith I would curse his name to the same stars that shown down upon me. When I was confused I would plead for help and direction but I would never get an answer, but I stilled hopped" Gwen fell into silence once more as her emerald eyes searched the universe for the answer she seamed to desperately need.

"What do I do now?" Her voice was soft and rough. Bull shrugged and looked down to the small human in his arms.

"I don't know what comes next for the Inquisition," Bull turned her around slowly in his arms, "What I do know is that you can finally sleep soundly Kadan." He kissed the top of her head.

"Its late." Gwen sighed, exhaustion slowly started to creep over her features. Bull smirked and quickly lifted her off the ground and into his arms, with four quick strides he was at their bed. Setting her down on the edge he slowly started the task of unlacing her boots. He heard her chuckle softly.

"What am I? An invalid now?" Bull chuckled at her.

"No Kadan." He felt her hand rest on his cheek softly and gently direct his face up to hers. Bull complied with her wish and looked at the short red head with emerald like eyes. She bit her lip softly, wanting to ask a question that she didn't know how to form. He knew what it was before she could even ask. " I'm staying Kadan, don't worry."

He pulled her down onto his lap and captured her lips with his. She eagerly demanded more of him as she pushed herself against his chest and dug her nails into his flesh. Bull would never admit it to her but he was her slave, whatever she demanded he would give, so he pulled her tight against him and kept her there. He would never tell her how worried he had been when they went into the final battle, nor how his heart would drop whenever Bull had seen her just barley miss an attack from their enemy. Bull would never tell her how deeply he had actually fallen in love with her. Qunari do not fall in love, luckily for Bull, he was now Tal-Vashoth so in the end it didn't matter any longer. But for Bull it still felt odd.

Bull kissed her neck roughly, biting her every so often. She graced his ears with soft moans, pleas, and whimpers of pleasure. He bent to her will easily and gave her want she wanted and needed until she was thoroughly exhausted. At some point their torn clothing had littered the floor, they had some how found their way back onto the bed, the sheets now messed and the pillows scattered. Gwen was now curled up on his chest, half way between sleep and the waking world. Bull ran a hand along her soft skin, slowly rubbing away the bright red handprints from her hips.

"Bull," her voice was barley a whisper, He felt her shift on his chest too look up at him "I lo-" Bull cut her off with a gentle kiss, he watched her eyes questioning him for interrupting her. Bull knew if she said the few words he would forever be lost to her will, to the sweet words that would roll off her lips, and forever chained to her side. Granted, He would be happy always bound to her, but he didn't know if he could tell her that. It was simpler to cut her off before she uttered the words.

"I know Kadan." Bull sighed and ran his finger through her hair. "I do too." She sighed, content for this moment in time and slowly drifted to sleep on top of him. He stayed awake, his mind running through the possibilities and analyzing everything that could happen now. They stayed like that until the morning sun slowly started rise above the horizon.

Two weeks had past since Corypheus had been vanquished and Bull was in the tavern with the Chargers and Varric. The author was retelling a story about his adventures with Hawke back in Kirkwall. Bull wasn't paying attention his mind, like always, was back with a green-eyed spitfire. She had been off since the battle, either she was clinging to him demanding more or pushing him away to battle her own demons. Bull drowned his tankard and set it down a little to harshly, startling everyone at the table. Silence fell over the group until Varric cleared his throat.

"Something wrong with the Mrs, Tinny?" The dwarf smirked and leaned back into his chair.

"No. Yes. I don't know." Bull grumbled softly. Krem let out a short laugh.

"You sure about that boss? With the way all of Skyhold has heard you two the last few weeks I would think her problem would be walking." The group of misfits laughed until Bull glared at his second in command, who quickly just held up his hands in defense. Varric sighed and gave Bull a concerned look.

"A lot was pushed on The Inqu- Gwen, at once, maybe now that it's over she's just confused and needs time to adjust to life again." Bull gave the storyteller a curt nod of understanding. It was a logical idea, she had been thrown into a life she didn't want or expect and had done the near impossible while being regarded as a mouthpiece of a divine entity.

With a sigh Bull stood, "I need to go, see if I can get her to come out of that war room of hers." His group of misfit raised their almost empty tankards in a salute as a goodbye as he departed the tavern. Bull's journey to the war room didn't take him long, but he had been wrong about where he thought his Kadan had trapped herself. He then went to his second guess, but once he got to the library she was nowhere to be found. Dorian had suggested the stables to care for her horse or their room for some more alone time. The mage stopped laughing when Bull stated that she had probably had enough after the two rounds earlier. Yet Bull fallowed his advice and checked both places, neither held the short human.

Bull gently patted the mahogany colored stallion's neck with a sigh.

"You haven't spotted her Marcus, have you?" He quietly asked the horse who grumbled at the Qunari, they had never liked each other. "Thought not."

"Lady Gwen went to the kitchens." Bull looked over to the Horse Master.

"You sure?" Bull raised his eyebrow

"Yeah, she was all in a fuss over something. She murdered three practice dummies and was still upset, so she stomped off to the kitchens to eat." Dennet then confusedly mumbled, "I don't know where she puts it all, she has such a tinny waist. I swear I've seen that girl eat an entire cake in one sitting and still complain about being hungry."

Bull made his way to the kitchens, where he discovered her sitting on a stool next to the prep table stabbing a chocolate cake with her fork. Bull stood in the doorway and watched her, she hadn't sensed him yet, thus making her one of the worst assassins in history or she was just totally enthralled by the desert in front of her. She was a beauty in the warm firelight of the kitchens. Her long red hair cascaded to one side and glistened in the light. Her eyes danced with a mix of emotions from her thoughts. Her skin was light but not enough to look sickly. Bull smirked as he watched her repeatedly stab the defenseless cake. Slowly he walked up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist.

"I think your abusing it." He stated with a smirk. Gwen grumbled at him, he sighed in her ear. "Kadan, tell me what is wrong, I may be able to figure out a lot on my own, but not everything." They were silent for a long time, slowly she sighed in defeat and put the fork down.

"I got a letter last week." She said weakly. Silence hung in the air after that. It was like pulling teeth with her.

"What kind of letter, Kadan?" They spoke in hushed whispers reserved for lovers ears only.

"It was from my family, back in Ostwick." She grumbled sadly. Bull let a quiet 'Oh', they had talked about her family over their time together. She couldn't stand them. More so her father, who had pushed her to be something she wasn't, and when she was pushed she would push just as much back if not more. Bull cleared his throat.

"Was it from your mother at least?" Bull hopped, she was the only one she could stand. Her siblings sounded like spoiled brats who just wanted the tittle and felt entitled to it, where Gwen was the last in line and wanted none of it. Her father had burnt every bridge that she had tried to make. Her mother was the only hope of anything "good" to come out of this.

"No." She stated angrily as she picked up her fork again and stabbed a large chunk of cake and stuffed it into her mouth, "It was from the Bann himself." She stated with her mouth filled. After some silence she finally swallowed the cake and continued.

"He demanded that I return home and explain my behavior." Gwen let out a dark chuckle, "Apparently my relationship with a Qunari is shaming the families name." Bull tightened his grip around his middle, he was lucky that she was still glaring at the poor cake or else she would have seen the fear in his eyes at that. Bull schooled his features.

"So what are you going to do?" Bull asked quietly.

"I'm going to eat this cake and then tell him to go whack off." Bull let out a big laugh and smiled as he kissed the top of her head.

"That sounds like a wonderful plan."

They sat in the tavern and after a few drinks Gwen was scribbling on a piece of parchment, she sat in Bull's lap where she narrated what she wrote to her father for their odd grouping of friends.

"Dearest Father," She stated with a hoity toity air. Bull was already smirking. "It has come to my attention that you for have decided my bed mate is inadequate for our family name." Gwen fluttered her eyelashes to the people at their table. Sera and Varric were already trying to hold back drunken laughter while Dorian was waiting for the more juicy portions to laugh.

"Let me start of by saying he is excessively adequate as a lover, if you catch my drift, dearest father" Gwen gave an over exaggerated wink. Bull let out a chuckle as Josephine blushed slightly. Gwen continued, " Also it is not against the Maker's will, because I've been calling his name every night since The Iron Bull and I started our Relationship, and he has responded back." At that point even the seeker lost it and was laughing at Gwen's childish antics. Bull slowly kneaded her thigh with his thumb. A smirk was happily place on his lips.

"Also I believe if we think about what has happened of recent you are in no place to complain about my sex life since I did just save all of our ass's from a green hole in the sky." Gwen paused for a second; she shyly looked over her shoulder at Bull. His hand stilled as their eyes met. His heart stopped for a second as he watched her mull over the next sentence she was going to write.

"Finally, I don't care what you say Father, I love him. Always your hell raiser, Gwen." Their companions fell silent at the table as they watched the couple. Bull could feel it happening; he could feel himself lost to her for good once the words were actually said. Bull rested his head in the crook of her neck and breathed her in, Violets, lavender and the sea. She was his everything, and he would forever be chained to her. She would no longer get just what she needed she would get every little whim she wanted.

"And I love you, Kadan." Bull sighed. He could hear Varric clear his throat softly from the other side of the table.

"So, anyone else confused on if they want to throw up or smile at this shit?" the dwarf motioned to the two of them.

"I think it's adorable." Dorian stated loudly, "Odd, but adorable." Bull ignored the group talking about them, what he did focus on was the woman in his lap who's cheeks had turned almost as red as her hair. He watched her face from his position; a wide smile couldn't leave her lips as she tucked a few loose strands of hair behind her ear. She tried to keep up with the conversation at the table but her eyes would flick back down and catch his every few moments, causing her smile to grow more and the blush on her pale cheeks to become darker.

They were back in their room that night, it was dark and his Kadan was safely curled into his arms. They were silent in the darkness, he knew she wasn't sleeping yet her breath hadn't evened and she hadn't started the odd squeaks she would make in her sleep.

"Bull?"

"Mhm?"

"Please say it again." Her voice was soft and her breath danced across his bare chest. It was moments like this he remembered how much younger she was compared to him, him being thirty-six and she just the young age of twenty-four. He pulled her closer and looked down at the eyes that shown through the dark.

"I love you, Gwen." He kissed her forehead gently and kept whispering sweet words until they had both fallen asleep.