As an assassin, you learned pretty early on not to question your contracts. So you never did.

Until the Ben-Hassrath approached you with a contract for one of their own, but like the assholes they were, they never mentioned that the man in question was an eight foot tall Qunari!

So there you were, up on the flanks of Skyhold, apparently the only professional up for the job—seeing as the other assassin already managed to get himself killed by His Holiness the Inquisitor—and you somehow managed to stuck a poisoned knife in your target’s throat.

Only, there was no blood. No pain. And as you snatched it back, the wound magically healed all on its own.

Soulmates. You and Iron Bull were fucking soulmates!

Dragon Age Soulmates!AU in which soulmates aren’t able to physically hurt each other or kill each other.