Iron bull x whomever you like and I'm not sure if I'm supposed to pick a number or if you're doing them all but if I have to pick I pick fluff.
All of them! :D warnings for general DA:I spoilers. I'm going to do six now, and I will get to the rest in a little bit! :D
1. Angst: He hears the soft whispered song under the scratchy background noise of the tavern. He blinks it away. Everyone who could have sung that dirty little ditty bled dry on the cliffs of the coast years ago.
2. AU: He called himself the Iron Bull, he wrote it in studs and silver across the back of his jacket. Rings through his septum and nipples, hair shaved back and styled into horns. At some point he was going to make his gang forget that his parents had christened him Bernard.
3. Humor: "Kadan, my love, my soul, my sword," whispered the Iron Bull, and Adaar looked at him, blank and cool. "There is nothing that you can say to entice me to wear that," Addar hissed. The specially made dragon suit with horn holes was regretfully discarded by the bed.
4. Future fic: 'Horns pointing up!' roars Krem, the dragon tooth Bull gave him a decade ago strangely warm underneath the carapace of his armour. The Chargers, a hundred strong, swarm into battle.
5. Beginnings: The camp at Haven is half a refuge, half a disaster. But the Iron Bull looks past the trappings to the glowing green mark on the Herald's hand. He can't help but feel that even if the Qun did not demand it, he would have wound up here. And that is terrifying.
6. Fluff: 'Baby dogs,' Cole says, gentle and quiet, as the box filled with three small curled sleeping animals shifts a little in his arms. The Iron Bull carefully picks one up. It cannot even reach from his palm to the tip of his maimed fingers. "Fuck me sideways, I'm keeping them," he groans, and Cole looks puzzled.