#briall surana

[jacklyn-flynn]

Alistair is very vocal about his disapproval of the relationship between Zevran and his fellow warden. Perhaps it's jealousy, or just a brotherly instinct to protect them. Either way, he doesn't notice how their relationship starts to shift. He's so busy grumbling that doesn't even notice how happy he makes them outside of their tent. He means well though, so when someone gets fed up with his belly-aching and tells him how it really is, he feels pretty bad about it. Maybe....maybe, he isn't so bad afterall.

Alistair watched as Zevran bent down behind Briall where she sat working on a new spell with Morrigan. Intimately close, the elf whispered something into her ear. Briall sat still as she listened. Her eyes widened suddenly and a blush bloomed on her cheeks. 

Morrigan’s brows furrowed in annoyance and she made a sharp comment. Briall looked back at her, making a quick apology and trying to hide her smile by biting her lip. Zevran laughed, walking away and leaving the mage to her chastisement and the remainder of her lesson. Alistair groaned disgustedly and shook his head. He looked down at his breakfast, a plate of eggs that was grossly outweighed by the pile of bacon he’d claimed. 

“Something wrong with your food?” Leliana asked beside him. 

He glanced up at the sister. “No, not the food. The assault against Briall’s innocence.” 

“The unfortunate truth of the world is that we all lose our innocence at some point. Also, if you haven’t noticed, we’re in the middle of a Blight?” she pointed out. “No one in our little group can claim innocence.” 

“So that gives him a free pass to use a sweet, naive mage as his personal sex toy?” Alistair realized that he was starting to raise his voice and glanced around camp quickly. He didn’t seem to have drawn any attention.

Leliana let out a long-suffering sigh and set down her plate. “I really need to teach you how to read people.” She turned to face Alistair fully, knees tucked together with her hands poised delicately on her lap. 

“Let’s just completely set aside the fact that Briall is happy. Perhaps for the first time in her life, despite being responsible for the fate of Thedas and every soul in it. We’ll zone in on the ‘problem’ you’ve identified.” Leliana forged ahead despite Alistair’s apparent lack of enthusiasm on the subject as demonstrated by the roll of his eyes. “Zevran.”

“Someone like Briall has never happened to him. I know this through both observation and conversation. I asked him what his intentions were with Bri and he said that he didn’t know. All he knew was that she was the first lover he’d ever taken that he didn’t want to be with again.” Leliana held up one finger quickly when he scowled. “He said that he needed to be with her. That leads me to believe his intentions are good.”

“I also see it. Every day.” Leliana laid her hand over his when she noticed it start to shake. “When we set up camp, he helps her with her tent and provisions before he even starts his. If his watch is after hers he wakes up early to relieve her. If hers is after his, he lets her sleep in if he wakes her at all. Have you seen how she closes her eyes and smiles, ever so slightly, when he brushes and braids her hair or how carefully he does so?” Leliana raised her brows in question and Alistair begrudgingly nodded. 

“He does little things that she doesn’t even notice. Things he doesn’t get credit for but he does them anyway. Clean her boots, patch her tent or steal things from her pack to carry in his to lighten her load. I very strongly feel that Zevran has never done anything in his life that did not directly benefit him, until Briall.” She leaned a little closer, lowering her voice conspiratorially. “But do you want to know what I see, every day, that tells me she isn’t his ‘sex toy’?” 

Starting to feel a little ashamed of himself, Alistair nodded. 

Leliana pointed toward Zevran where he sat by the fire. “When he isn’t doing something for her, or in her company, he’s almost always doing that.” 

The assassin had his breakfast plate on his lap, all but forgotten. He was watching Briall as dark purple and black mist started to seep from her palm and swirl around her fingers. She was fully engrossed in her lesson, giving him free rein to stare to his heart’s content. A wistful smile played on his lips. His honey-gold eyes were soft with affection, not lust. 

“If you want my honest opinion, which I’m going to give you regardless; Zevran is in love with her. He doesn’t know it yet because he’s never felt it before, but he is.” When she looked back at Alistair, she was pleased to see a sheepish look on his face. 

“She makes him happy. Most importantly, he makes her happy.” Leliana picked up her plate, resuming her meal. “Credit where credit’s due.”

[the-smut-coven]

OCs Making Merry

We want to see all of your "OCs Making Merry"!

This picrew is adorable and has a number of festive additions.

Don't forget the #12daysofsatinalia tag.

OCs above (in order of appearance) are @kemvee's Amie, @kittimau's Da'riel, @charlatron's Olivia & @jacklyn-flynn's Briall.

[charlatron]

@jacklyn-flynn 😅

Which OC does not know that they’re being hit on?

[aolien]

warm uppp

[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.”

[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.” 

[jacklyn-flynn]

Look at this! Look at my beautiful babies!

My dear, sweet, loving friend @charlatron commissioned the crazy talented @pookysart for this beautiful scene with Zevran and my Warden, Briall!

I'm not crying. I swear I'm not.

[jacklyn-flynn]

This entry is particularly special to me! @charlatron co-authored  this as a sequel to the fantastic fic she wrote me called Fire & Blood which you can read here. It involves her sex positive Olivia Trevelyan meeting my lovely, if not naive Warden Briall. They immediately hit it off and once Zevran arrives, all three get to know each other better. 

I’ve written the third in the series for her Satinalia present and we’ll be posting that after this week so keep an eye out for more of our OT3, lemony goodness!

Hi Liv! 

I so enjoyed spending that week with you! I’ve been talking about you nearly the whole trip home and I’m sure Zevran has had enough of it. I really wish you two could have gotten to know each other. I’m sure you would both get along swimmingly. 

He did tell me something that I wanted to address. Honestly, it’s a large part of my decision to write to you before we got home. I have to apologize for my behavior. Zevran informed me that you were, in fact, hitting on me. Or rather, as he put it, you were giving me the “fuck-me eyes.” I truly hope that I never said or did anything to lead you on or make you uncomfortable! 

I really enjoyed having another woman to talk to. I wasn’t really comfortable enough with Leliana to discuss relationship things and you were just so easy to talk to! 

Again, I’m so sorry for my obliviousness. I’m afraid I’m still not really good at picking up things like that. I suppose I should have guessed when you talked about your experiences with other women. I’d never considered it before so I’m not sure what I would have done differently if I had noticed. Zev has brought up several ideas. I’m pretty sure he likes the idea of someone else joining us. I don’t know how I would feel about sharing my husband's affections with an incredibly beautiful woman who is far more experienced than I am! 

But, it is fun to think about, isn’t it? 

Curiously, 

Briall

P.S. Zev absolutely loved that thing you suggested I do. Thank you!

_

My dear, sweet Briall,

I was so happy to receive your letter - a fact I had not expected to be true when we parted ways. I have not previously put much effort into maintaining acquaintances, and rarely dwell on the absence of a person’s company, but I feel as though I found a true friend in you. A kindred spirit, perhaps? It fills me with a certain kind of warmth I haven’t felt in an age to know that you speak of our time together with such fondness. 

As for that extremely perceptive husband of yours, it seems he was able to deduce more in a few seconds than you did in almost an entire week; for I was, in fact, “hitting” on you. I have to admit, I had forgotten how it felt to have my “fuck-me eyes” fail quite so spectacularly, but for all my failed attempts it did at least mean I was able to cultivate something entirely different with you. Something rare and wonderful.

You are a remarkable woman Briall, inside and out, and I apologize if this admission of my initial intentions makes you feel at all uncomfortable.

There is something I feel I should tell you, however. Upon reading your words “But, it is fun to think about isn’t it” I remembered a dream I had, that last night we spent together. 

Oh, who am I trying to fool? I did not just remember... I think of it often. I would say I’m sure you can imagine what kind of dream I am alluding to, but let us be honest, your track record for understanding these things is not the greatest (I am laughing as I write this).

I’m talking about sex, Briall. You, me, and that ridiculously pretty husband of yours doing the most wondrously filthy things to each other, and when I woke up… well, I haven’t been that disappointed in a very long while. 

So, in answer to your question: yes; it really is fun to think about.

I do sincerely hope you’ll write me back, though understand if the contents of this letter dissuade you from doing so.

Hopefully,

Olivia

P.S. Empowering, isn’t it?

-

Dearest Olivia, 

Your letter certainly didn’t make me uncomfortable! I was rather expecting something along those lines, now that I have been educated in all of the things that I missed during our time together. Perhaps a bit embarrassed, but not uncomfortable. 

I was far more embarrassed when my ridiculously pretty husband saw me furiously blushing over your letter. I didn’t plan on disclosing our private correspondence but as you can imagine Zevran is very persuasive.

Now that I know your erotic intentions I find myself thinking about them and what I might have done differently. A lot. Certainly, nothing would have happened without Zevran's approval but, unsurprisingly he has given permission without even having to ask!

Zevran is a very skilled man (and I mean very) but there is something appealing about being pleasured and pleasuring someone who knows exactly how it feels. Which is to say, I would absolutely need lessons but I'm positive I would have at least two volunteers for tutilage. I am a very quick and motivated learner.

My experience is extremely limited, and I've often wondered what might have happened had I not met or committed myself to my gorgeous Antivan. 

Perhaps sometime in the future, I might find out?

Curiously,

Briall

-

Dearest Briall,

I am glad to hear that my confession did not elicit any negative feelings - and even more so to learn that such delightful curiosity might even be encouraged by your amore. Clearly, he is far more secure with your relationship than most spouses tend to be.

Genuinely I am uncertain if you intended for your last letter to tease me so, but, for the purpose of my reply, I have decided to assume you do in fact know exactly how such words would have been received. 

One thing I am certain of however is that you would indeed be a very fast and extremely thorough learner - and I would very much enjoy the opportunity to assist in providing such intimate education. 

Amongst other things - namely how sweet your cunt tastes when brought to climax - I do find myself wondering exactly how open-minded this seemingly perfect husband of yours is. 

And... on a completely unrelated note, I have had to alter the course of my travels and will soon be arriving in Denerim. I’ll be staying at the gnawed noble for a week or so... should that be of any interest to you?

Patiently yours,

Olivia

-

Dear Olivia, 

I apologize for the delay in the delivery of this letter. It had nothing to do with your previous correspondence though I’m sure you must have thought so! As it turns out, Zevran and I are on our way to Denerim as well to visit our dear friend, Alistair. We happened to get caught in a large storm and I didn’t dare send the poor raven out in it. By the time you get this letter, we should be only a few days from the city.

Zevran is excited to meet you properly and I am ecstatic at being able to see you again! (Assuming you don’t mind his company. We’re rather a package deal.) We will have so much to catch up on and so many new things to discuss. 

I would definitely not be interested in staying at the Gnawed Noble. I have less than fond memories of that place. As such, I’ve written ahead to the staff and requested one of the Orlesian suites in the palace. In typical Orlesian fashion, the beds are nearly twice as large as normal in that wing. If you would be interested in spending the latter part of your trip with me and Zevran in our suite at the palace, we would be glad to have you. 

Because I can be less than clear I want to state, in writing, that I am inviting you to share said bed with us. Preferably naked most of the time, with very little actual sleep going on. I’m so nervous my hand is shaking as I write this! All of the possibilities running through my head are absolutely thrilling.

Despite my jitters, you can rest assured that I am excited and very sure of this little adventure! Zevran is as well, regardless if he is just an observer or participant. (I can promise that you would very much enjoy and benefit from his participation.)

Until we arrive, you have full use of the suite should you like to use it. Just mention my name and they’ll set you up with the lodging, including all of the palace’s amenities and all of the food and drink you can stand. 

Affectionately and excitedly,

Bri

[jacklyn-flynn]

The wedding night of Briall and Zevran is here! It is 87% smut. (Including a kink I haven’t written before!) You can find it here on AO3!

Zevran walked quickly through the forest with Briall against his back, arms wrapped around his shoulders. Her lips on his neck and ear were incredibly distracting. Despite the bright moon, he found himself tripping occasionally. Her bright laughter in his ear made his whole body burn with need. She truly was magical. 

“You aren’t lost, are you?” she whispered in his ear before biting the tip. The tips of his ears were one of his erogenous spots. At least with her. It always sent a shiver down his spine. 

“Not lost,” he said, his arms squeezing her legs, “merely trying to get to our destination before I am forced to take you in the forest because I cannot resist your charms anymore.” 

“Our little liaison in the forest the other night wasn’t so bad.” Her reminder made him groan. Half clothed and frantic with her moans and cries echoing into the night. He had to keep his composure. Just a little bit longer. 

The trees stopped, framing an enormous hole in the ground. Tall grass that tickled her ankles grew up to the edge and she could see vines and creeping flowers disappearing into the darkness. “Where exactly are we going?” Briall asked skeptically. “I know this was short notice and our resources are limited, but a pit of despair was not what I thought you would have in mind.”

He released her legs and she dropped to the ground, walking closer to the edge to look down into the hole. “It is not a ‘pit of despair’,” he sounded wounded, though only playfully so, “it is a swimming hole.” He stood with her on the edge and bent to look over. “Would you be so kind as to provide us light, mi amore?” 

Soft balls of fairy lights sprang from her palm and drifted down into the hole. Flowering vines and foliage clung to the rough rock walls. The water below seemed to soak up the light and glowed a brilliant turquoise that faded into an inky blackness much further down. Petals that had been shed by the flowers growing along the walls floated on the glassy surface. 

“Shall we take a swim?” His voice, so close to her ear, surprised her. She turned her head to look at him and she couldn’t resist stealing a kiss. When Zevran pulled away, he laid a kiss on the tip of her nose, then her forehead. 

“Do you have a plan to get us out of there? It has to be 30 feet down.” Looking into the basin again, she watched the lights hover and swirl over the water. 

“You wound me, tesoro. Of course, I have a plan.” He started to shed his clothes, setting them in a pile without bothering to fold them. “There is a cave system below. It leads back into the forest and toward town. And no,” -he cut off before she could ask- “it is not like the caves we have had the misfortune to frequent in the past. It is quite dry and warm and spider-free.” 

She let out an exaggerated sigh and started to pull her shirt over her head. Before she could get it over her face, he captured her wrists. He pulled up the neck of her shirt to reveal just her lips, which were curled into an amused smile. Zevran’s kiss was incredibly light and far too fleeting. Her tongue ran over her full lower lip, enticing him back for a real kiss. 

His lips pressed to hers, slanting slowly but with increasing urgency. She hummed in pleasure and opened her mouth to him but he pulled away before he lost himself. Releasing her wrists, he helped her pull her shirt off and dropped it onto the ground. Her dark lashes raised slowly and she pierced him with her emerald eyes. It took his breath away. He watched with rapt fascination as she quickly shed the rest of her clothes. She stood pale in the moonlight, porcelain skin marred by small, faded scars but perfect nonetheless. Her fire orange hair fell over her shoulders. The little white flowers from the ceremony were still scattered in her locks. 

He made a small gesture and she turned around for him. With deft hands, he unwound the braid and took it out, letting the silky strands slide through his fingers. Drawing her hair back, he kissed her shoulder gently, then her neck. “Are you ready to jump with me, mi amore?” he whispered into her ear.

Closing her eyes, Briall recited the words that he had spoken to her at the gates of Denerim. It seemed like it was so long ago, but she would never forget those words. “In truth, for the chance to be by your side I would storm the Dark City itself. Never doubt it."

The hand on her shoulder tightened and she heard his breath hitch. He stood stock-still behind her. Laying her hand over his, she turned to look over her shoulder. “Are you okay, Zev?” 

Turning her slowly, he kissed her forehead and wrapped his arms around her to squeeze her against him. “I am speechless, tesoro.” 

Briall slid her arms around his waist and hugged him tightly. With her head tucked under his chin and cheek pressed against his chest, she could hear his rapid heartbeat. “Alistair will never believe it.” 

She felt his frame shake with laughter. “Indeed, he will not.” Zevran agreed, releasing her. Walking to the edge, he held out his hand for her. Stepping up beside him, she grasped it, lacing their fingers together. At the same time, they jumped. 

It felt like they were falling forever. Briall expected the water to be frigid, but as she plunged into the pool, she was surrounded by warmth. She’d lost Zevran’s hand when they hit the water. Breaking through the surface with a gasp, she pushed her hair away from her face. 

She turned in the water, looking for her husband. The lights she’d conjured continued to float lazily above her head, making the water sparkle in odd patterns along the rock walls. With a shout of surprise, she felt hands slide up the back of her calves and thighs. As Zevran pushed his way to the surface, his hands continued to roam her body. When he came up for air he pushed his hair back with a flirtatious grin.

“What do you think, tesoro?” She looked back up the basin and the moon high above them. The flowering vines looked even more beautiful standing out against the dark sky. 

“I think that I have never regretted trusting you before and I certainly don’t now.” Looking over at him she swam a little closer. “Did you want to swim for a while or…” 

His brow raised as Briall trailed off. He seemed to think about it for a moment, humming as he did. “‘Or’. I think I shall pick ‘or’. There will be time to swim later.”

“Much later?” Briall asked hopefully. 

“Oh, mi amore. Much, much later.” His voice just dripped with sultry hunger.

[jacklyn-flynn]

Come Join the Murder 👀

Jeez, I stopped the ball on this one! Sorry friend! ❤️

That WIP is the last big hurrah I have planned for my canon Briall and Zevran. The title comes from a song by the White Buffalo. I thought it would be fitting for Bri diving into the Crow world!

It's all terribly punny.

[jacklyn-flynn]

Thank you @kittimau​ for the reminder! I’ve seen a lot of people tagged so sorry if I’m double tagging! The rest of the Smut Coven: @thejeeperswife​ @charlatron​ and @kemvee​. Also, the wonderful and talented @cornfedcryptid​, @lostinfantasies38​, @darlingrutherford​, @sarenkascrawls​, @ranawaytothedas​, @jellysharkbat​, @schoute​ and finally @princessvicky01​.

I also have two current WIP for Space Trash and Bri/Zev. Snippets under the cut! I’ll put AO3 links in the headers if you decided to read the previous chapters of either. 

This first one is from the 3rd chapter of Finding Home for Briall and Zevran.

They rode in silence for a while before Briall looked behind them. “I think the house is burning.” She said sadly, watching the billowing smoke rising from Gallows Moor.

“It will do you no good to watch.” Zevran told her gently. She looked forward again, nodding. 

“I’ve ruined their lives, Zev. It would have been better if I’d never come.” She rested back against him, closing her eyes. 

One arm wrapped around her. “Do not say such things, tesoro. I brought you here. I am to blame for this. I knew the risks and brought you anyway. Your family desperately wanted to meet you, even knowing such a thing may happen and I allowed them to take that risk. Let me carry the weight of this outcome. You had no part in it.”

She felt him press a kiss to the top of her head. “I am sorry, mi amor. I promise that everything will work out.  Your family will be safe and happy in a home where they do not have to hide who they are, or who you are.” 

“You should ask your parents which they would rather have; you or their house.” He nuzzled her cheek with the side of his jaw. “I assure you, Briall, that they will emphatically and without hesitation choose you.” 

And finally, a little bit of conversation between Jules and Bull from Space Trash!

“I’m gonna tell you something, Boss. It’s gonna come as a surprise to you and you might not believe me, but I promise I’m not the only one who thinks it. You are hot.” 

“I’m scarred and...broken” Jules countered almost immediately. 

“Doesn’t make you any less beautiful. Believe it or not, there are those of us who find scars more attractive. They’re a testament to the trials you have survived.” He pointed out. “You have survived trials that would have broken others. You should wear your scars with pride. I do. The patch is mostly for other people’s comfort.” He said with a shrug. 

“Say I was attracted to him…” She began hesitantly. 

“Yes, let’s pretend.” Bull teased.

Jules glared back at him good-naturedly. “Yes, pretend I’m attracted to Cul-” She almost choked on his name. “Commander Rutherford. What would you suggest I do about it?” 

Bull’s head fell back with his booming laugh. It shook his shoulders and jumped Jasoom who shot up to his feet with his bristled tail in the air. A quick survey of the room assured him that everything was fine. Very slowly his tail relaxed and he sat down, head high and chest out in a regal pose. 

“Anything.” He answered. “What I suggest you do is anything at all.” He leaned forward again, resting one arm on the table. “Just know, that being with him won’t change or fix your past. Don’t do anything if that’s what you’re after. If you’re looking to make your future better, then do anything you can, Boss.” 

[charlatron]

Do you think Bri and Liv would get along? They're polar opposites but sometimes they make the best friends!

I gave this a lot of thought because I really wanted the answer to be a resounding YES!

I imagine they could have met in some random tavern way after the blight sometime before the breach. 

Sadly, as we both know, back then Olivia would have still been a bit of a selfish bitch who only really socialised if she had something to gain from it.

However. Let’s say she was having a really bad day for whatever reason and just wasn’t in the mood for her usual evening of gambling and casual sex. 

She’d still like to have a drink, but there are no vacant tables. So she scans the room and spots another flame-haired vixen (she is bi, remember) sitting all by her lonesome and decides to ask if she can sit with her in exchange for a share of her top-shelf liquor. 

Disappointingly, she quickly finds out the warden is actually waiting for someone. But, since Bri is the most interesting person she’s met in a long time, and Liv doesn’t fancy looking for somewhere else to sit, they get to talking. 

It’s all totally innocent, no flirting (well maybe a little from Olivia - she can’t really help it), and they actually get to know each other pretty well. Maybe they even spend a few days in each other’s company while Bri waits for Zev to arrive.

I feel like Liv would be inexplicably drawn to Bri and find it strangely easy to talk about herself. She usually assumes a false identity when she’s on her travels, but I don't think the thought would even cross her mind with Bri. Olivia would never admit it, probably doesn't even realise it, but she’s painfully desperate for companionship. And knowing she’s not likely to ever run into Bri again, she’d be only too happy to indulge without fear of any lasting vulnerability.

I like to think that, after A LOT of alcohol, Bri might even be persuaded to share some saucy stories about her Antivan lover. You know Olivia wouldn’t shy away from sharing a few of her own. I can just imagine a wide-eyed Bri as Olivia goes into great detail about the eventful summer she spent living in an Orlesian brothel.

I may have got this totally wrong. What do you think?

[jacklyn-flynn]

Look at this beautiful thing that @harumeau made of Briall on her wedding day! Her hair is perfect and that dress is absolutely divine!

Thank you so much! She’s so lovely and I am in love! ❤

[jacklyn-flynn]

Writer Asks

@lostinfantasies38​ tagged me for this neato. Tagging the smut coven below!

ao3 name: Jacklyn_Flynn

fandoms: Wow. What a question. Um. Yes. Which ones, you ask? Also, yes. You name it, I’m probably a fan of it. Back in the day (a decade ago *cough*) I used to write a lot of Fullmetal Alchemist and Bleach stuff. Although I don’t really watch anime anymore, FMA is still my favorite and I watch it every couple of years or so. Both of them. Fun fact about Jacks: I cosplayed as Riza for my first ever anime convention, Anime Boston, 2008. (That’s right, I survived Line Con 2008. 7 ½ fucking hours in line. Goodbye day 1.)

I’m going to put a cut here so the post isn’t too long. Under it though, you can see the rest of the answers as well as a smutty WIP snippet. (To be clear, there is NSFW down there. Beware or enjoy!)

number of fics: 13

fic i spent the most time on: Probably Please, Come Back to Me which was my first real dive into multi-chapter work. Space Trash is definitely going to surpass that though.

fic i spent the least amount of time on: Ma Vhenan. I got the idea and it just kind of wrote itself. One of those rare times that my imagination and my brain has actually worked together. 

shortest fic: Not counting the two interview-like works I’ve posted on AO3, it’s Add to Cart, which is a supplemental/spin-off story for the Smut Coven’s Private Sessions project. 

most hits: By 700 hits, it’s Seeking Satisfaction. It’s my first work with my rogue Trevelyan, Preia and involves her no strings attached one night stand with Bull. I did not ever expect it to be my most popular story. I thought for sure a Cullen fic would take that spot. But, Preia may or may not be one of my favorite OC’s of all time, so I’m actually pretty pleased!

most kudos: Seeking Satisfaction again, by a pretty decent margin.

most comment threads: By far, it’s Private Sessions, but I don’t really count that one because it isn’t just my work.  @charlatron​, @kittimau​, @kemvee​, @thejeeperswife​ and @gaymingbinosaur​ have all put hard work and love into it! For my stories, it’s almost a tie between Space Trash and Please, Come Back to Me

most bookmarks: Wow, I’m surprised I haven’t really looked at this stat before! Again, setting aside Private Sessions it’s *ding ding ding* Seeking Satisfaction! Followed closely by Belonging to the Thane which features a super confident Avvar Cullen and is a personal favorite of mine. 

highest total word count:  At 40,478, Please Come Back to Me. Space Trash (only 5 chapters) is super close at over 35,000. Space Trash will be my longest fic BY FAR when I’m done with it. (Which, hang on, it’s gonna be a while.) 

favorite fic i wrote: Smutwise, the horribly named Belonging to the Thane. Smut aside, Space Trash.

fic i want to rewrite/expand on: Preia and Bull

share a bit of a wip or story idea you’re working on: 

She could already feel her cheeks flushing. Whatever it was, the gift was bound to be...spicy. Briall sat down beside him, raising her legs to lay them over his lap. He slid an arm around her with a grin. “Would you like to try something new?” He asked, finally holding up the gift. 

It was made of glass and glittered in the candlelight. The glass was clear, with swirls of cobalt. It was about three inches long in the shape of an elongated teardrop. At the rounded end, a small section about as wide around as her finger protruded and then flared out into a flat circle about the size of a sovereign. 

“And what, exactly, is this?” She asked, taking it from him to get a better look. “The craftsmanship is certainly exquisite.” She commented quietly. 

“Nothing but the best for my wife.” He purred, nuzzling her ear. “That, mi amor, is a toy with a very indelicate name. It is a butt plug.”

“Am I assume it goes in my-” She started, then had to clear her throat. His breathy chuckle into her ear made her shiver. 

“Indeed.”

[jacklyn-flynn]

Describe your OC in one GIF

Thank you for the tag @sarenkascrawls​, @kemvee​ and @lostinfantasies38​. This one is gonna be so much fun!

Dejah Lavellan-Mage-LI Cullen

Briall Surana-Mage-LI Zevran   

Preia Trevelyan-Rogue-LI The Iron Bull

BONUS! This is for my upcoming AU character Jules Trevelyan-Rogue I guess?-LI Cullen

[jacklyn-flynn]

Embrium

Embrium :: What is the kindest thing anyone had ever done to your character, and do they remember or even know it happened?

For Dejah is was when Dorian reached out for friendship, whether it was intentional or not. They were both far from home, untrusted and isolated. It was a lifesaver for both of them and it's why they're so incredibly close.

For Preia it was when she had her baby and it was immediately taken away from her. A young servant named Sonja had stayed with her during her wait for the midwives and when the child was taken she promised to stay with them. Preia never saw them again and doesn't know it (yet) but Sonja kept her promise. 

For Briall is was Zevran's acceptance. She was fresh out of the circle, thrown into a war and essentially made responsible for saving the world. No matter what he was 100% behind her. When she was unsure of a choice, he would council her but ultimately let her decide. He protected her wherever possible, accepted her and even came to love her. Of course, he also helped her through her trauma and to literally and figuratively fight her demons.