#OLIVIA!!!

[jacklyn-flynn]

Almost three years ago, @charlatron wrote the incredible Fire & Blood in which she borrowed my HoF and her murder husband for some shameless fun with Olivia. From there, they kind of took off all on their own! They became BFF's, are canonically now in the same world state and there have been a couple of installments since. I wrote Surprise Visit for her that same year for Christmas and we both created Letters From the Warden as Olivia and Briall writing each to other. I decided to make another chapter for her birthday this year! (I was so close to getting it to you on your actual birthday, sorry! Turns out there was more to get out of my head and onto paper than I thought there was.) As is fitting for a slutty adventure of Olivia Trevelyan, it is spicy as heck with a bunch of fluff. Under the cut is a little teaser and you can read Easy, along with the other pieces of the story, on AO3!

"Honestly, I’m glad you’re here to take your painful friend off my hands. If you’d been much longer, I think she would have killed me.”

Briall frowned. “What do you mean?” 

Leaning back against his desk, Alistair grinned. “She’s absolutely insatiable.” Though Briall’s eyes widened in surprise, he didn’t seem to catch on to what he’d said. “I thought I’d be nice and have her join me for dinner. She had a ton of questions about you and I was happy to regale her with stories. You know, talking you up.” 

She let out a relieved huff and shook her head at his child-like enthusiasm. 

“Like an idiot I broke out some of the nice wine and let the woman get me absolutely blitzed. Apparently the quality of my stories is directly correlated to my level of drunkenness. To be fair, she over-indulged too but she didn’t have to entertain a bunch of haughty Orlesian nobles the next morning, pretending that the world wasn’t as loud and spinny as it was.” He saw her stifle a laugh and grinned. “She can drink like Oghren but smells significantly better.” 

“I thought you meant you didn’t like her,” Briall admitted.

“Nah, she’s a hoot. We both adore you, how could I not like her?” 

“Oh, shut up,” Briall muttered, feeling her cheeks flush. 

He crossed his arms over his chest. “So, sharing a room, huh? In the ‘spicy’ wing no less. I knew Zev was a bad influence.”

[dishwasherfish]

I think we should bring back that thing everyone did in 2014 where you badly photoshop two characters from entirely different media together to look like they’re in love. This is my proposal for doc ock x glados please consider

[bug-s0da]

blehhh...

i made an aa/lawyersona of @snapscube :3 we all know and love the lawyer+silly girl duos of ace attorney but it's about time the silly girl became the lawyer

[toodrunktofindaurl]

she heard the news

[franzkafkagf]

what if you‘re alicent hightower and you gave birth to all your grief and your pain and your broken dreams and he wears your face

[dcvina-claires]

i am a tragedy enjoyer before i am human

[elrondperedel]

ALICENT HIGHTOWER and RHAENYRA TARGARYEN HOUSE OF THE DRAGON — S1E5 x S2E8

[ewans-mitchell]

EMMA D'ARCY & OLIVIA COOKE — Entertainment Weekly (May 14, 2024)

[barbieaemond]

Genetics, chico. They never lie.

[artnoonewants]

Poor delusional Viserys 😔

[percabething]

when the fandom is so small that everybody knows everybody

[jacklyn-flynn]

To those of you who celebrate it, Merry Christmas!

This entry in my Satinalia week series is near and dear to my heart! A couple of Christmases ago, @charlatron and I firmly cemented my Hero of Ferelden, Briall, and her Inquisitor, Olivia, in the same world-state. 100% canon and I will die on that hill. As such, of course they'd see each other for Satinalia! Here's about how I imagined one of those dinners might go. Posted, of course, with Charlie's blessing, thank you! <3

Briall pulled the soft cowl of her sweater over her hand as she propped her elbow against the table, resting her chin on her palm. Sitting alone gave her the opportunity to commit every detail of the quiet moment to memory. She glanced through the doorway to the kitchen when she heard a smack, immediately followed by Olivia’s bright laugh. 

“You’re supposed to be helping me with the dishes,” she informed Cullen playfully. 

“I am helping you,” he insisted. 

“What you are is a pain in my ass,” her best friend replied, throwing a damp towel at her husband’s face. 

With a smile, Briall turned to find her own husband sitting on the floor in front of the fireplace with his legs crossed in front of him. Two toddlers were enraptured by his story, accompanied by flourishing gestures and character voices. The little boy chewed his fist with wide eyes while his sister stood on chubby, wobbly legs and supported herself by gripping his shirt. They were both far too young to understand what he said, but it didn’t seem to matter one bit. 

They were so captivated, in fact, that her nephew started to hiccup, his whole body bouncing with each one. The little girl was a spitting image of her mother, which was perhaps why it was so amusing when she gasped at one of Zevran’s exclamations and fell back onto her bottom with a squeal of amusement. 

She let the warmth of the cozy home seep into her soul. Their visit to the Rutherford household for Satinalia had been a wonderful idea and she was forever grateful that Cullen wasn’t too jealous of their history with his wife to allow them to stay.

“Are you okay, Bri?” Olivia asked, mistaking her contemplation for sadness. 

Briall looked up and smiled, taking the wine glass Olivia offered. “I’m fine!” she promised, 

“I was worried that being around the little runts might stir up some….things.” Olivia faltered for her last word, looking over at the trio by the fire. 

“No, it doesn’t bother me. A family was never in our future,” Briall said with a dismissive wave. 

Amused, Olivia snorted into her wine. “Sweetheart, you definitely have a family. This family.”

Briall looked over, taking a sip of wine. “Nice of you to say but you don’t have to go that far.” 

“Look, I say this with all the love in my heart but you tend to miss shit that’s right in front of your nose.” She set down her glass, leaning toward Briall slightly. “Also, when have you ever known me to lie, or even exaggerate, to spare someone’s feelings?” 

The elf’s brow raised as if to agree that she had a point. 

“I don’t take all this-” she gestured around the house, “-lightly. You aren’t here because you were a good lay. Fuck, if I invited everyone that gave me a good time in bed I’d need a much bigger table.”  

“Good?” Briall asked, narrowing her eyes in feigned offense. 

“Very, very good. Great.” Olivia closed her eyes for a moment with a wistful sigh. “Earth-shattering.” 

Briall chuckled. “Agreed, but don’t let your husband hear you say that.” 

“He knows my ‘earth-shattered’ face,” Olivia assured her friend who blushed almost immediately. Maker, she was still adorably innocent. “Oh, Cullen!” Olivia grabbed his hand as he walked by, jerking him to a stop in front of them. “Bri and Zev; friends or family?” 

He glanced between the two women, amber eyes pensive. “Is this a trick question?” 

“What? No!” Olivia exclaimed over Briall’s laughter. “You two are peas in a thick pod,” she grumbled, rolling her eyes with a long-suffering sigh. “This one seems to think that she and her murder-husband aren’t a part of our family and that we just invited them for….some reason I can’t fathom.” 

“Don’t let the twins hear you say that, they’ll be devastated,” Cullen said, glancing over his shoulder. He looked back at Briall sharply as a thought came to him. “Is this because of our history, in the Circle?” When they’d found out who had stolen Olivia’s triple-locked heart, it came to light that they’d both been in the same circle and there may have been some adolescent pining on both sides. And then there was Briall’s chance encounter with Olivia at the tavern in the middle of nowhere. And the subsequent trysts. 

But, that had been a long time ago and they were both very clearly devoted to their loving mates. 

“Yes, my love, that’s definitely the history she would worry might color your opinion of her,” Olivia scoffed, though she squeezed his hand affectionately. 

“Oh. Oh... Oh!” Cullen rubbed the back of his neck, his cheeks now as red as Briall’s. He waved a hand. “That’s-” he cleared his throat, “-bonding activities?” 

“Bondage activities?” Zevran piped up hopefully from the fireplace. Cullen started coughing and Olivia choked on her wine, nearly snorting it out her nose. Briall looked around a doubled-over Cullen and was grateful to see Zevran had one side of each toddler's head pressed against his chest and covered their other ears with his hands.

“You’re going to get us kicked out!” Briall laughed, slapping Cullen’s back a few times until he could regain his breath and straightened. 

“Doubtful,” Olivia argued, “nothing screams 'traditional family Satinalia dinner' more than embarrassing the absolute hell out of each other.” 

[sersh]

OLIVIA COOKE & EMMA D'ARCY Harper's Bazaar UK One on One, June 2024

[its-sweet-like-cinnamon]

[celebrincensured]