A/N: That's right, I'm back and (hopefully) staying!

I'm so sorry for not uploading anything in a long while; I had been working on a few chapters for my main Dragon Age fanfic "The Final Stand" but my laptop decided to kill itself, and I lost EVERYTHING. I am slowly re-writing the chapters but I'm currently at a blockade since I need to choose the Inquisitor I want to write in future, and I've been really struggling with that. D:

So if you guys could be really helpful and help me choose which one I should go for, then I'll be so happy! These chapters are just a series of ficlets of my three different Inquisitors and their LI.

Also, I hate how I can't put those lines in now to separate chapters and stuff like that apart, that's certainly annoying. But that's just me. .-.

Oh and please remember to review and tell me which Inquisitor I should go for. :D

Anyways! Enjoy. :)

Valania wasn't just angry. She was pissed.

Her advisors and Cassandra had spent the past hour lecturing her in the War Room over her choice to abandon an alliance with the qunari in order to save 'a bunch of drunken thugs', as Cassandra referred to Bull's Chargers. Cullen did, however, stand by the Inquisitor's decision since the Chargers were a fine addition to the Inquisition. But Cassandra and Josephine were having none of it.

Now here she was, pacing back and forth in front of the desk in her room as she tried to not set the entire room ablaze. Valania could feel the lyrium coursing through her veins like molten lava, and she knew she would explode if she didn't calm down. Her problem was that she couldn't explain why she was this angry.

Valania usually made light of whatever situation she was in, despite the severity of it. She was only serious in situations where it mattered, and what happened at the Storm Coast did matter.

The Ben-Hassrath contact, Gatt forced the Iron Bull to choose between the Qun and his Chargers. Valania knew how much the Qun meant to all qunari who were not Tal-Vashoth, but she also knew how much the Chargers meant to the Iron Bull himself. Hell she had even taken a shining to Krem and had become quite good friends with the vint, but she was even closer to Bull.

Bull gave Valania exactly what she needed. Several times over in fact. He had the ability to completely envelope her entire being and mind, making her forget all about the Inquisition, the mage-templar war and the massive rift in the sky; and all that mattered was that she was with Bull at that very moment in time. The elf could act herself in front of the qunari; and she knew that in his eyes, she wasn't the Inquisitor or the Herald of Andraste. She was Valania Lavellan; the sarcastic elven mage with fiery auburn hair and a weakness for anything fluffy.

She was still trying to get her head around having feelings towards someone who wasn't dalish. Of course, Valania never really followed her clan's customs and had desperately wanted to escape for years, and when her Keeper had asked her to go to the conclave, she leapt to the opportunity to leave the clan to venture out into Thedas. Lavellan did not, however, expect an ancient darkspawn called Corypheus to cause the damned Temple of Sacred Ashes to explode and rifts to open up in the sky.

The elf shook her head to try and get rid of thoughts of the conclave and focused back on the Iron Bull. Valania still did not know whether or not he held feelings towards her. One thing was for sure though; the physical attraction was certainly there.

Valania was so lost in thought that she didn't notice him casually stroll into her room and stand right in front of her, causing the Inquisitor to bump straight into him as she paced. Valania peered up out of her daydream and smiled, all the anger seeping into the stone underneath her feet.

"Bull…" she spoke quietly, her eyes transfixed on his one as he placed a large, gentle hand behind the back of her head.

"I heard what happened in the War Room, are you alright Kadan?"

Valania felt the blush creep up to her cheeks as she tried to avoid Bull's gaze after he said her pet name, but he was already onto her and gently clasped the elf's chin with his thumb and forefinger, forcing her violet eyes to meet his. Damn his Ben-Hassrath training.

"Positively peachy," Valania replied sarcastically with a small frown.

Bull chuckled, "Now we both know that's bullshit. I could practically feel the heat coming off you as I made my way up here; you're always like that when you become angry."

"Then I should try harder to hide it, just to test that Ben-Hassrath training of yours," Valania smirked playfully.

"Oh I would like to see you try, Kadan," her pet name came out as a whisper as Valania felt Bull's lips ghost against her neck, a quiet 'mmm' rumbled from his throat as the qunari wrapped his arms around the elf's lithe body before lifting her up by her behind, causing Valania to burst into a fit of giggles.

"Would you really like to know what I need right now?" Valania smirked, wiggling her eyebrows suggestively at Bull.

"You can't be serious," Bull sighed as he frowned.

"Pretty please? You let me ride the bull before…"

"That's different! And please don't give me that look."

Valania pouted and looked into Bull's eyes, making hers as big as saucers with her head tilted at a slight angle like a mabari would if it wanted a bone. He might have had the training of a Ben-Hassrath; masters of manipulation and the Iron Bull was meant to be invincible to any form of bribery, but when Valania gave him the 'look', he was completely helpless.

After a few moments of silence, Bull sighed and lifted Valania to his shoulders. The elf squealed in delight as she settled herself down on the back of his neck, holding onto his horns before pointing towards the door.

"Onward! To the tavern, my mighty steed!" Valania laughed and only received a grumble of qunlat curses as they made their way to the tavern, with the Inquisitor grinning from ear to ear.

Sera, Dorian and Varric now owed her two sovereigns each.