The Iron Bull decides to teach m!Lavellan why letting his guard down is a dangerous thing to do. (Heavy BDSM. Warning inside.) „Bull snarled but smirked, having expected no other answer to come from the delicate looking redhead that was really a deviant in disguise. Two fingers were shoved between petal shaped lips and pushed Samil's silver tongue down."

How The Iron Bull met Samil Lavellan for the first time. Samil is not the usual kind of elf and left quite the impression. Warning: might be gory. Mention of blood (no character death or mutilation. Just some battle or hunt related stuff... and mention of a heart). Don't read if you're triggered by blood! Short story based on a headcanon (one of many).

The Inquisitor has never tasted cherries. Dorian decides that he has to remedy that! (This FF will get more sxpicite in later chapters. Please note that this will be YAOI.)

Malik has got a new laptop and finds a fanfiction. A Yaoi-FF. To make matters worse Bakura decides to show up too...