A/N: This is it! My first fully finished project! It's a bittersweet feeling you know, but here lies the end of the road. In this story at least. Maybe I'll write other bits of their story, Ophelia's past, her future, who knows! The world is my oyster, and I am very much open to suggestions. Thank you to everyone who has stuck with this story, it means the world to me.
"I can't believe it's over, we made it, all of us," Ophelia said incredulously, though she was grateful that she could say those words.
"A part of me can't believe it either," Bull admitted, putting his arm around her, "but I had two more people that believed in me, and supported me every step of the way." He added, smiling as he turned to face Zevran, who was sitting on the other side of him in the oversized bed.
"You did well, my dear," Zevran purred, looking back at the qunari, "from what I heard, it was a fight that almost reckoned our own during the Blight."
"Maybe," Bull chuckled, "I think it's best to leave Varric to tell extravagant tales, don't you?"
"Agreed, he made me far less mopey than I actually was, so for that, I commend him." Ophelia giggled. Bull allowed a warm smile to crack across his face, the three of them had finally settled into a rhythm, the two beginning to trust Bull fully, now Tal-Vashoth, there were no worries of him betraying them. Though Ophelia's choice in men certainly seemed concerning in the least, she didn't look the type to pick dangerous men, yet two of them were in her bed, worshipping her very being. She knew how to pull their strings without even trying. The light feeling in his chest began to slip away as a realisation took over,
"You know I'm gonna have to leave soon, right? New mission for the Chargers," There was a hint of sadness in his words, he loved his work, but he didn't want to leave them behind. In truth, he was conflicted, he loved the two people at his side with all his heart, and having finally reached a point where they felt the same, he was going to leave them.
"Hm," was all Zevran gave in reply, Ophelia staying silent. "That may be so… Perhaps you have two vacancies needing to be filled? By two very skilled people, only the best for the Iron Bull, you see. And would you look at that! They're right here, in this room," Zevran's tone was coy, but his words were far from that. Ophelia nodded in agreement with the idea,
"A spirit healer and a world class assassin? Working for you? Almost sounds too good to be true," She added, allowing a smile to spread over her lips.
"I think that can be arranged, the boss is a pretty relaxed guy, you know." Suddenly, all three of them were grinning.
"Sounds like a plan," Ophelia replied, kissing him softly on the lips.
"I guess you'll be stuck with us then," Zevran spoke, giving a dramatic sigh.
"But who ever said that was a bad thing?" Bull replied, turning to Zevran and giving him a passionate kiss, "I will warn you, you'll be following a lot of orders," His grin turned devilish.
"Ah, but what's new? Just a change of scenery, no longer confining yourself to the bedroom." Zevran retorted, pulling him closer, kissing him again. Bull pulled away, so he could speak,
"I never want to have to miss you," his tone more serious, "so you coming with me, it's an idea I could get on board with, even if you weren't fucking talented," He admitted, his features softening. Ophelia laid a hand on his cheek, smiling gently,
"It's the last thing we want to do, too." Her thumb ran along one of the scars adorning his face, "But I suppose it's also rather nice that mercenary jobs aren't the only thing we're good at," She smirked, hungry eyes flicking across to Zevran.
"I think celebrations are in order, don't you? And what better way to celebrate?" Zevran said, gesturing to the three of them. "It is well deserved, no?"
"I love you both," Ophelia said quietly, as she moved herself until she was sitting on Bull's lap. He looked at her, then at Zevran, before saying to himself,
"Kadan."
"Kadan?" Ophelia replied, eyebrows raising in confusion.
"Kadan," Zevran stated, "My heart." He threw the sheets off the bed, before joining his two loves, with the knowledge that they would always be together, and none of them could say they wanted things any different.
