DAI Seven Minutes in Heaven ~ Male Intro

KEY
(Y/n)=Your name.
(e/c)=Eye colour.
(h/c)=Hair colour.
(s/c)=Skin colour.

=== Some time ago ===

Its been nearly a year since you left Kirkwall, your friends had convinced you to flee the city for fear of you coming to harm.

You bid them all goodbye before you gathered what you could and fled the city on a horse driven carriage.

The news of the mage rebellion spread like wildfire, though you didn't actually hear of a war between them and the Templars until a few weeks afterwards; and by then you had come to grips with the fact you would probably never see your friends again.

But that didn't stop you from missing them.

=== Four months ago ===

You'd settled into the life of a travelling merchant surprisingly well, you were even starting to like it and came to except it as your normal life.

That is until the day you heard that the Inquisition had reformed and was looking for merchants to trade with.

Seeing the perfect opportunity to help others and possibly make a good profit you made for Skyhold as soon as you could.

It took you about a week to reach the fortress and when you arrived it was a clear mid afternoon.

It didn't take long until you were settled in and set up in the courtyard with your own stall, it really reminded you of your days in Kirkwall, feeling a sense of accomplishment you ran your hand through your (h/c) locks and smiled.

You had just finished putting up shop when a voice that you never thought you'd hear again came from behind you, "(Y/n)?".

At first you thought you were hearing things, until you turned around and their stood Varric, a warm smile plastered on his face!

"Varric!" you walked over and shook hands.

"Maker's breath!" Varric said, "I never thought I'd see you again.".

"Likewise, old friend" you replied, "It's good to see you. How's life been treating you?".

"Oh, you know... the usual crazy stuff. What brings you here?".

"Thought I'd come here and help out as much as I could" you finish gesturing to your stall.

"Fancy catching up over a few drinks, merchant boy?" the charismatic dwarf asked.

You smirk at the uttering of your nickname.

"Sounds great" you say with a smile, "First round's on me".

Hours later you and Varric were sat at a table in Skyhold's tavern and having a great time catching up with your old Dwarven friend.

"So what happened after Anders... you know?" you asked.

"Well, sometime after Blondie blew up the chantry I was kidnapped and brought before a seeker" Varric started before taking a sip of his drink, "She was looking for Hawke".

"Did she find her?" you ask.

"Nope".

"What happened after your interrogation?" you asked taking a sip of your beverage.

"I joined a lovely little organization hell-bent on solving all of the world's problems, you may have heard of it" the Dwarven rogue smirked.

"Very funny" you remark with a raised eyebrow, "Nice to know you've been keeping busy at least".

"True" Varric chuckled.

"You know, I thought it'd be difficult to settle in", you state before smiling at Varric "But it's good to know I've got a friend here".

"Yeah, how 'bout I introduce you to the people who make up the inquisition?" Varric suggests.

"Really?".

"If you're up for it?" the crossbow toting dwarf asked finishing his drink.

"Then what're we waiting for?" you answered.

Varric proved true to his word and introduced you to everyone from the Inquisitors companions to the advisors and even the Inquisitor herself!

While you enjoyed spending time with your new friends you found yourself spending considerably more with a certain female you'd developed a crush on.

=== Now ===

Corypheus was defeated and the world saved.

And naturally a huge celebration followed at Skyhold.

Everyone was having a great time, drinking, dancing, feasting, you name it.

At the moment you were chatting with some fellow merchants when a certain Dwarf with an affinity for writing called out, "Hey everyone!" Varric stated, "Who's up for seven minutes in heaven?!".

The whole room filled with cheers.

'This should be interesting' you thought making your way over to see who would be playing.

Just as you were making your way through the crowd you heard Varric call out again, "Hey (Y/n) where are you, you're up first!".

Once again the room erupted in cheers and you could pick out Varric thanking people as the placed items in the hat you could only assume was meant for the game.

However, you froze in place and your (e/c) orbs widened out of panic as a small bead of sweat flowed down your (s/c) forehead.

'Uh oh' you thought.

Fortunately Varric hadn't seen you, you took advantage of this and tried to sneak out and possibly hide behind your stall.

As you slinked away you kept your gaze fixed on the crowd until you reached the doors that would lead you outside, you quickly turned and ran for the doors only to bump into something solid but slightly squishy.

The slight impact made you stumble backwards by a foot, you looked up and saw that you had collided with a certain one-eyed Qunari, his arms crossed and a smug grin on his features.

You noticed he was stood right in front of the doors, almost as if he was intentionally blocking your path.

"H-Hey, Bull" you sheepishly greeted the towering warrior.

"And just where do you think you're going, (Y/n)?" Iron Bull asked.

"Oh, um... nowhere" you answered, "I-I wasn't going anywhere".

"Exactly" the massive mercenary said grabbing you and slinging you over his shoulder.

The Iron Bull brought you to Varric as he stood near the closet that was no doubt intended for the game.

As Bull walked through the crowd of people they giggled and laughed at you being slung over his shoulder, it was like watching an adult carrying their young child; except Bull was an eight foot tall Qunari and you a fully grown man.

"Looking for someone?" the horned male asked sarcastically before setting you down in front of Varric.

"So glad you could join us Merchant Boy" your Dwarven best friend spoke as he put a large hat out in front of you.

'Well, what's the worst that could happen?' you thought.