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A commission of Zevran and my Surana, Cylas, by @pinkfadespirit!!! This is for my modern AU and I think they captured them so beautifully! Thank you again!!! 💜

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“moving around while kissing, stumbling over things, pushing each other back against the wall/onto the bed” for Cylas and Zev?

Welcome to Thedas weekend!!

hiiii! thank you so much! it's been a blast so far! Here's a post DAO (and Awakening) zevcy reunion for you!

for @thedasweekend G | 738 words

Cylas approached the the wall of fog that laid deep in the forest. He extended an arcane sphere around himself, testing the fog's wards with spectral fingers from the Fade.

The wards were strong. Just as he left them.

With a relieved sigh, he retracted the sphere and began weaving the spell that would let him through.After a moment, the fog parted and let him through. After he passed, he let the spell go and little green sparks dissipated around his hands, the fog closing behind him once more.

His shoulders drooped and he closed his eyes, a sense of calm settling within him. It was good to be home.

Home. He hadn't truly called a place home since he was a child. Sure he had lived in places for extended periods of time, but none were truly home.

But here in front of him, was a cabin just his own. He had had Varel order it built in secret, with carpenters who vowed to never speak of it again. Then, Cylas had used the magic he'd learned from the Brecilian Forest, and shrouded it away behind layers of confusing fog. Only the spell he created could open the way. That, and one charmed key given to—

The cabin door flew open, Zevran bursting out from behind it. "Mi amor!"

Cylas dropped everything, his pack and staff hitting the ground, and he ran. "Zev!"

Their bodies crashed together, both of them losing their breath as they clung desperately to each other. Despite both sending weekly letters, they had been separated for over a year, taking care of their business. But now there was a lull and they had a chance to spend a few scant days together.

He and Zevran fell to the grass, the momentum from his run knocking them down. They laughed, pressing their foreheads together, tears on both of their cheeks. It had been hard, going from barely being apart for a year, to separating again the next. It appeared he was not alone in those thoughts.

Their lips met and Cylas could breathe again. Zevran filled his nose and his lungs, and he no longer felt like he was drowning. They kissed, starved for each other's taste, each other's warmth. Little else mattered in that moment other than the sweet touch of his love.

Until Zevran reluctantly pulled back. "It pains me to pause our reunion revelries, amorcito, but the fire is on." He glanced about himself. "And we are in the dirt…"

Cylas began to laugh, the muscles of his smiling face stretching from lack of use. He rested his forehead on Zevran's chest as he began to chuckle as well. "Oh, how I missed the sound of your laugh, tesoro."

"And I, yours," Cylas agreed, his voice soft.

He raised his head and extracted his hands from underneath the other elf. He cupped Zevran's jaw and placed one last, solid kiss on his lips before pushing himself to his feet. He helped Zevran stand and they gathered Cylas's belongings, bringing them into the cabin and to the the main bedroom.

Cylas took in a large breath, letting the calm of the cabin fill him from within. He reached up and unhooked his traveling cloak. He looked to Zevran, who's eyes roved over his body. "Help me change?" He asked, voice light, eyes hooded.

"With pleasure," Zevran purred, eyes going dark with desire.

His hands were on Cylas in the next breath, deft fingers making quick work of the ties and laces of his traveling clothes. Inevitably, their lips met, still starving for each other. Zevran's hands were hot over Cylas's underclothes, quickly sneaking their way under.

Cylas tilted his head to deepen the kiss, shuddering even from these simple touches. Zevran hummed against his lips, his hands moving with more purpose now. They shuffled until their legs hit the edge of the bed, gasping against each other's mouths as they fell to the bed. They rolled, Zevran straddling him as they kissed, hands still greedily seeking his skin.

Against each and every one of his desires, Cylas puts a finger to Zevran's lips. He looked down, brows knitting in confusion. "You mentioned the fire?"

"I'm going to put that stupid fire out," Zevran grumbled, pupils wide with desire.

Cylas raised his head to put one last kiss to Zevran's forehead. "And I'm hungry."

Zevran chuckled again. "As you wish, mi corazón."

also let it be known that actually they are fucking nasty style before they eat, but i didn't feel like writing all that lol 😂

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An art! For the last day of ZevWarden Week!! @zevraholics

Here's my guy Cylas Surana and his beloved Zevran 💚❤️ Uncensored below the cut~

I love themb your honor

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'What was that? You winced.' with Surana/Zevran? :D happy friday happy writing! - @fagetwrites

Omg bro this prompt grabbed my brain and wouldn't let go. I had to physically tell myself to stop there because I want to do another prompt LOL THANK YOU this scratched brain nicely.

for @dadrunkwriting | divider credit

T | 686 words | CWs: discussion of under-negotiated consent

Context: ZevCy Modern AU be upon ye, presenting two traumatized guys! The last thing they wanna do is hurt each other. See Zev and Cy here 👀

Cylas laid there on the bed, insides eating themselves as Zevran's hand idly ran up and down his thigh as they watched TV; each upward motion sent another thrill of panic down his spine.

Zevran turned his head to smile at him, but Cylas could barely return it. At his reaction, Zevran frowned and his hands became more purposeful. Cylas's body tensed, arms flinching away from the touch.

Zevran froze, lifting his hands off of Cylas. "What…? You winced…."

"I—" Cylas said, voice breaking immediately. He brought his hands up to cover his face, shame and mortification overwhelming him. A little sob escaped his lips.

"Cylas?" Zevran whispered, moving completely away from him, scooting on the bed. "What's wrong?"

Cylas rubbed at his face, catching the alarmed expression on Zevran's face between his fingers, which hurt even more. "I'm… panicking, I think."

Zevran sat there, hands still floating at his sides, looking a bit lost. 

Once Cylas could breathe again, he reached out and took one of Zevran's hands in his own, hoping the other elf didn't mind how hard they were shaking.

After a few quiet moments of Zevran running a thumb over his knuckles, Cylas finally looked him in the eyes. "Um…."

Zevran stayed absolutely still. "Was it the touching?" He asked quietly, sounding more dejected than Cylas had ever heard him. 

After a moment Cylas finally nodded, though he squeezed his hand. Zevran's expression crumpled, but he schooled it quickly. "Tell me what's happening?"

"I think I'm worried about having sex." Cylas said, voice barely above a whisper.

"In that you don't want to?" Zevran asked, the color draining from his face.

Cylas nodded again, but he clung to Zevran's hand desperately. 

"Cylas—" Zevran choked. He raised his free hand like he wanted to touch Cylas again, but he didn't move forward, just squeezed Cylas's hand back. "Cylas, last time we did…. You didn't want to?"

Cylas shut his eyes hard, a few more tears falling on his cheeks, but he finally shook his head. 

Zevran cursed, quietly but fiercely, in Antivan and pulled his hand out of Cylas's grasp. He pushed himself off the bed. 

Cylas panicked again, thinking he'd ruined everything. "Zev, I'm sorry!" He said, sitting up and going to the edge of the bed. "I'm sorry."

"No, no, amorcito, I'm sorry." Zevran breathed. He fell to his knees in front of Cylas, like he meant to beg for forgiveness. His hands still floated awkwardly. "I…."

"It's my fault," Cylas rushed to say. "I should have said something."

"It's not your fault," Zevran insisted, inching a bit closer. Cylas thought he saw a sheen of tears, though they were blinked away. "Please…. I'm sorry."

Cylas reached out and took his hands. "I don't blame you," Cylas breathed. "We've been having sex for weeks. Enthusiastically, I should specify." But the guilty look didn't leave Zevran's face. "It's weird that I suddenly changed my mind."

"Cylas," He shuffled closer, expression pained. "Listen to me, I will not take anything from you that you are not willing to give. That means anything, sex, time." His head hung forward. "I can't let myself hurt you like this. I can't—" His voice broke.

Cylas felt his throat tighten again. He slid off the side of the bed, their knees touching. "Can we take a break then? From sex?" Cylas asked, voice small. It felt like asking to take the world away from him.

Zevran raised his head, looking a bit more hopeful. "Of course, amorcito. As long as you need." he leaned forward like he wanted to embrace him and Cylas felt his heart ache.

"Can we hug?" Cylas asked, voice thick. 

"Please," Zevran choked, and they pulled each other into a rib breaking hug. "Cylas…." Zevran breathed into his hair. "Lo siento, mi amor. Please, I never want to do that to you. Just tell me what you're thinking, please. I will never be upset that you said no."

Cylas nodded against his neck. "I will, I promise."

Zevran sighed gently, his body relaxing a bit. He pressed his lips carefully to Cylas's temple.

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happy friday/dadwc!!! for zevsurana, maybe "following the kiss with a series of kisses down the neck"?

Thank you for this prompt! It was a great wind down for tonight! And god I love writing these two! 💜

for @dadrunkwriting | divider credit

Context: this is for my modern au! Look at Cylas and Zev here 👀

T | 253 words | CWs: alcohol mention

The beat of the club music rattled the poorly lit corridor. Zevran pressed Cylas against wall, the brick catching on his shirt. He panted as Zevran nuzzled against his neck, one hand capturing his wrists above their heads, the other snaking around his waist to cup his ass.

It was more intoxicating than the drinks they'd had.

Zevran raised his head to look in Cylas's eyes, his honey colored eyes burning a hole in Cylas's brain.

Overcome with a wave of need, Cylas leaned forward and kissed Zevran's lips. Zevran hummed in surprise, but Cylas could feel his smile. Zevran returned the kiss, gently, letting Cylas be the lead, letting him choose the pace.

Cylas slipped his wrists out of Zevran's grasp and settled the arms around Zevran's neck, pulling him close. Zevran's now free hand slid along Cylas's body, both hands now cupping his ass.

Cylas broke the kiss to shudder, whimpering against Zevran's mouth. Zevran growled lowly and kissed him again, stealing his breath. Too soon, Cylas had to lean back to breathe.

But Zevran continued, kissing his cheek and jaw, then trailing down his neck, biting him just hard enough, before kissing again. Cylas shivered again, one hand fisting in Zevran's soft hair.

Cylas swore under his breath, feeling like he'd caught fire deep inside. Zevran pressed their hips together, squeezing his ass. Through their jeans, Cylas could feel how hard Zevran was, and it made his head swim.

Right then, Cylas was sure their shared heat would burn the whole club down.

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Happy Friday! From the touching prompts, how about: shielding the other one with their body for ZevSurana?

Hiiii Happy DADWC Friday to you both 💜 @lottiesnotebook Thank you for the prompts! I decided to combine these into a scene I've been thinking about for a while 😈

for @dadrunkwriting | divider by @/dwarvenagenda

Context: This is for my modern AU, in which Zevran has escaped from the Crows and is lying low in Amaranthine. My Surana, Cylas, is in Amaranthine for university. They meet and start dating, making this take place after they have gotten together. Look at Cylas here 👀

M | 1524 words | CW: canon typical violence, killing

Zevran froze mid-step when he saw the man at the table talking next to Cylas, the drinks held in his hands spilling at the sudden stop. Unfortunately, he knew this man, a Crow from House Arainai, a few years older than him.

Martín was smiling that cheap, flirty smile that all Crows knew. Zevran's pulse spiked and he surged forward, putting himself between Martín and Cylas.

"Ah! Zevran! I was just talking to your friend here!" Martín said, slapping Zevran on the shoulder. "It's been too long, where in the Void did you disappear to? It couldn't really have been sleepy Amaranthine, huh?"

"Martín, how wonderful to see you again." Zevran flashed him a dangerous smile before looking at Cylas. He looked a bit nervous, but was smiling openly at Martín "Is this guy bothering you?"

Cylas gave a small nervous laugh and stepped closer to Zevran, wrapping his fingers around Zevran's bicep. "I didn't expect someone from Antiva to find you tonight." He said, keeping his voice light. But Zevran could hear the strain even over the music of the bar.

"Neither did I," Zevran said, forcing a laugh. "What brings you to Amaranthine, Martín? Certainly you didn't come all this way to look for me?"

Martín laughed and shook his head. "Please, Zevran, don't flatter yourself." his tone joking. "I had a contract in Ferelden and my connecting flight is here in Amaranthine. I thought I'd come have some fun before heading home. And who do I happen to see but my old pal Zevran walking off to the bar to buy his friend a drink." Martín's expression turned sharp and predatory. "I hardly expected to see you here, either."

"Right, well," Zevran said, keeping his voice playful. "don't let us get in your way of a nice evening." He glanced at Cylas again. "Really, we should be heading out."

"Nonsense!" Martín cried, he clapped Zevran's shoulder again, much heavier this time. "You've only just gotten your drinks!"

"You can have them," Zevran said, gripping Martín's wrist and prying his hand off. "Consider it a gift from an old pal for a job well done. Safe travels."

Zevran grabbed Cylas's hand and led him away from the table. This couldn't be happening. He couldn't let Martín go back to the Crows and tell them where he'd been hiding. But right now, he needed to make sure Cylas was safe and that meant walking out of here.

But then Martín spoke again. "Are you jealous, Zevran?" He called over the music, making Zevran freeze again. "That I get to go home? And you never can again?"

Zevran's face twisted into a snarl and Cylas gave a light cry as his hand was crushed in Zevran's grip. But he schooled himself almost immediately, putting a playful smile back on his lips and loosening his hold on Cylas's hand.

He spun on his heel and looked back at Martín. The other Crow was watching him smugly. Mind racing, Zevran opened his mouth. "Martín, old friend, why don't you come with us for a smoke?"

"Zev?" Cylas asked quietly, leaning into his shoulder, his expression nervous.

"I won't let him hurt you, I promise." Zevran assured him under his breath. "Just do exactly as I say."

"Okay," Cylas said with a small nod. He squeezed Zevran's hand and Zevran let the support bolster him.

Martín finally moved; he let out a raucous laugh, throwing his head back. His eyes were dark and dangerous when he looked at them again. He knew exactly what Zevran was going to try. He met Martín 's gaze evenly, not backing down. Martín stepped away from the table.

"Sure... friend." Martín said and followed them out of the bar.

Zevran didn't stop where the other smokers were lined up outside of the bar. Martín followed a few paces behind them, his steps unhurried as Zevran led them away from the crowds. With playful prodding, he pressed Martín for more information, trying to suss out how much information the Crows had on him. He didn't get much, even less that was helpful.

Once they were far enough away from prying eyes, Zevran quickly turned down the dark alley to their right. Martín followed just as nonchalantly as he'd been the whole way here. He knew what was coming and he wasn't scared. Well, neither was Zevran.

He whirled to face Martín, pushing Cylas behind him. He wouldn't let the Crows, this one or any other, touch him.

"Zevran," Martín said, spreading his arms out to the side. "Let's be reasonable."

"Certainly, Martín," Zevran crooned to him. "Reasonably, I cannot let you leave here alive." Cylas's breath shuddered behind him. "Cy, stay back and stay quiet." He added. "You don't have to watch this."

"Aw, how sweet of you Zevran," Martín purred. "I'm sure Eoman would be fascinated to know how much you've softened since you ran away." He silently unsheathed a dagger from his thigh, the blade glinting in the dingy city lights.

Cylas gasped. "Zev-!"

"Not to worry," Zevran assured him, pulling out two of his own daggers that were hidden in holsters under his jacket. "I'm always prepared."

Martín's tilted his head forward as he took a step toward them, his playful facade fully shed now as he honed in on his target, turning into something sharp himself.

Zevran moved then, too. He rushed forward, gambling on the hope that being on the offence would play to his advantage. Martín put his hands up in defence but Zevran didn't give him time to get comfortable. He struck out with one dagger, which Martín blocked easily, only for him to bring his other dagger up on Martín's now open side. But the other Crow was fast, his free hand flashing out, though he caught the blade in his gloved fingers. Zevran yanked the dagger, hoping to lacerate and disable the hand in one movement. Martín let out a yelp but Zevran didn't let himself count it as a victory yet.

If he was lucky, Martín would be tired from his job, but he wasn't going to count on it. He shoved with all his strength where he and Martín were still connected at the daggers and the man stmbled backward. Zevran didn't give him a chance to breathe, he surged forward again, his daggers hungry for more blood.

He leapt at Martín, knocking him further off balance. He dropped the dagger and it clattered off to the side. Zevran went down after him, landing with a knee on one arm and his foot holding down the opposite arm. He held his daggers over Martín's neck.

Zevran could feel Martín tense under him and he braced himself for a kick in the back of the head. But it never came. In fact Martín wasn't moving at all, though it looked like he was trying to. Zevran was so confused he paused for a breath, assessing the situation. What was wrong with him? Was he he caught in a spell?

Zevran focused himself and didn't waste any more time. He slit Martín's throat and watched the man bleed out below him. He didn't move, even when the light had left Martín's eyes. He had to make sure the man was dead. Otherwise he'd never be safe again. The Crows had to know something, how else would he know what bar to go to? There was no way it was a coincidence like Martín had said.

But they would know something now. Unlike he'd gloated before, Martín was never going home either. And his House would come looking for answers.

Either way he was completely and absolutely fucked.

But killing Martín bought him some time to figure out his next step.

"Zevran!"

He realized Cylas had been calling his name and was now crouched next to him, trying to avoid the growing pool of blood on the concrete. But Zevran couldn't tear his eyes away from the corpse growing cold underneath him.

Looking away meant he had to figure out what the fuck he had to do.

Warm hands cupped his jaw and Cylas placed a line of soft kisses along his cheek. He stopped and pressed a kiss to the corner of his mouth.

Finally, Zevran looked away from Martín and over to Cylas. His expression was scared, but his dark green eyes still shone determination. Zevran leaned in to give him a quick kiss back, then stood and stepped away from Martín's body. He pulled Cylas into his arms and released the tension in his body. Cylas clutched at him and buried his face into Zevran's neck.

"Are you okay?" Cylas asked him, voice muffled.

"I should be asking you that question," Zevran huffed.

"I'm fine," Cylas assured him, nuzzling closer to him. "Thanks to you."

Zevran held him tightly looking back down at the dead body on the ground next to them. Things had just gotten good. Nice even. He'd almost let himself settle in here, had even thought about getting comfortable.

And now he'd have to run.

This is what he got for letting his guard down.

Fuck.

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Happy DADWC-day!

I come bearing lazy morning kisses before they’ve even opened their eyes, still mumbling half-incoherently, not wanting to wake up for ZevSurana

Happy Friday and DADWC! Thank you sm for this prompt I ate it and typed this all out in one breath 💜

for @dadrunkwriting | divider by @dwarvenagenda

Context: For my modern AU. Look at Cylas here 👀

G | 174 words

Cylas was roused when he felt a hand snake over his stomach. He laid, half dressed, in Zevran's bed, the covers still up by their chins. Even through his eyelids, he could see the late morning sun that was coming in past the curtains they had failed to close all the way last night. He heard Zevran hum next to his ear and let himself be tugged closer to the other elf's warmth. Zevran pressed his nose into Cylas's curls, seeking out his jaw where he began to plant slow, soft kisses.

With a rough giggle, Cylas turned in his arms so they were chest to chest and wound an arm around Zevran. He tilted his head and found Zevran's lips with his own. Their kisses were gentle and unhurried, each one drawing out longer as they held each other tighter.

Eventually, Zevran pressed their foreheads together so they could catch their breath. Cylas finally opened his eyes, only to see Zevran already gazing softly at him. Cylas smiled softly back and whispered, "good morning."

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37 and 17 for the OTP asks?? 😁

Oouuu fun! Thank you!

37. What did the couple introduce to one another?

Zevran introduced Cylas to Antivan cooking! Despite living Denerim's alienage before the Circle, Cylas and his family are from Tevinter so he grew up with a slightly different palate, which of course once he was sent to the Circle he never got his mother's cooking again 😭 But when Zevran joins him during the Blight, he (slowly) starts cooking things with Antivan influence. Cylas likes it a lot, of course! Zevran also teaches Cylas how to hold a dagger, how to kiss, how to make love, etc. LMAO

Cylas introduces Zevran to a softness he's not used to. I like to think that when he was with Rinna and Taliesen, Zevran did get a kind of softness in his life, but that it was mainly sexual and fraught with the thought they might be needed to turn on each other, there was no space to truly rest in the arms of his lovers. Of course, at the beginning of his time with the DAO party, he was probably hypervigilant about being killed without warning. But Cylas went out of his way to make Zevran feel welcome. And as they got closer, Cylas started showing him nonsexual intimacy like holding hands, cuddling with no expectation of sex, gift giving, these kinds of things. So Cylas brings this quietness to him that he's never had a chance to sit with before.

17. What do they do that make their partner think, "Damn, that's hot."

ALL OF THAT PREVIOUS TO SAY, they are also very horny for each other LOL

Zevran finds it hot when Cylas shows just how powerful and competent he is, so usually when he's casting a big scary spell that kills multiple people at once. But also Cylas's rampant curiosity and willingness to try new things in the bedroom.

For Cylas, there's not much about Zevran that doesn't make him go "Hot hothothtohtohot" LOL The control Zevran has over himself, his body, makes Cylas just stare at him, esp when he's sweaty from practicing with his daggers.But Cylas is also a nerd so he thinks its hot when Zevran speaks Antivan.