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ZevWarden Week 2023

What is it? A week (this year, November 5th - 11th) of creating new content, sharing it, and celebrating the wonderful relationship between Zevran Arainai and Grey Warden(s) of your choice. How to participate: Feel free to follow the daily prompts as inspiration for whatever ZevWarden-related content your heart desires. Fics, art, meta discussions - everything goes! Remember to tag your works appropriately (ie. #nsfw. Also see our full tag list here.) Most of all, have fun!

Prompts:

Sunday, November 5: Tradition and Trying New Things

Monday, November 6: Secrets, Kept and Told

Tuesday, November 7: Fear and Safety

Wednesday, November 8: Work and Pleasure

Thursday, November 9: Bodies and Minds

Friday, November 10: Favourite Things and Pet Peeves

Saturday, November 11: Family, Lost and Found

Tag your content with #zevwarden week 2023 or @zevraholics on your post and we’ll reblog it here.

*Any art found to be whitewashing Zevran will not be shared.

Day 1 - Sunday, November 5 - Tradition and Trying New Things

"It's Antivan tradition to throw coins in such a well as this. Supposedly it brings one luck." Which traditions (cultural, familial, personal) do Zevran and the Warden have in common, and which are different? Are there any that are unfamiliar at first, but one of them shares with the other? What are ways the two of them break with the past, forge their own paths, or maybe even create new traditions?

Day 2 - Monday, November 6 - Secrets, Kept and Told

Morrigan, "Are [the Crows] so powerful simply because they are very good at what they do? Or is there some secret to their power?" Zevran, "If there were a secret, it would only remain so if it were not told, my dear." What secrets do Zevran and the Warden keep from other people? From each other? Are there any consequences of keeping secrets, positive or negative? What truths eventually reach the light of day, and how does that reveal come about?

Day 3 - Tuesday, November 7 - Fear and Safety

"You mean you want to hear about the grueling training? Being locked in an oubliette for weeks at a time? The slavery? The festering injuries? Or are we seeking something more glamorous?" / "Oh, those things never happened to me." There are stand-out moments of fear in the life of any Grey Warden or an Antivan Crow. Share a time one or both of them were terrified. Did they face fear bravely, or did it get the better of them? What was the impact of that moment? Or, share a story about a time the two of them found safety, comfort, or calm. How did that feeling come about? Was it short-lived or long lasting?

Day 4 - Wednesday, November 8 - Work and Pleasure

"Falling down a flight of stairs is an adventure. Falling into someone's bed? Also an adventure. I am assuming what you're looking for are professional anecdotes." How much adventuring do Zevran and the Warden get up to after Origins, either together or on their own? What jobs or titles do they come to have, what anecdotes do they have to tell? Or do they settle down for a quiet life somewhere—either restlessly or happily?

Day 5 - Thursday, November 9 - Bodies and Minds

Alistair, "So those... designs you have all over your back..." Zevran, "They're called tattoos. And I have them in many more places than just on my back, my friend." What stories do Zevran and the Wardens' bodies tell? How have their bodies changed over time? How do they carry themselves, or use gestures or mannerisms? What about a time when they ran, swam, fought, or enjoyed other physical movement? Or focus your work on a part of the body - eyes, hands, hair, scars.

Day 6 - Friday, November 10 - Favorite Things and Pet Peeves

"I fancy many things. I fancy things that are beautiful and things that are strong. I fancy things that are dangerous and exciting.Would you be offended if I said I fancied you?" What are Zevran and the Warden's favorite things about each other? How did they discover those favorite things—slowly over time, or in one particular moment? What things get on their nerves about the other person? Is this something they make an effort to change, or does their partner just have to learn to live with it?

Day 7 - Saturday, November 11 - Family, Lost and Found

"Surely your life has not been so idyllic? People like you and I are not the product of happy lives of contentment, after all." Maybe the Warden resonates with that particular line from Zevran, maybe they don't. What does being part of a family mean to the Warden and Zevran? Does the answer change across different points in their lives? If they regard each other as part of a family, is there anyone else involved in their family? (Friends, other lovers, biological or adopted children, elders?)

[raymurata]

OC Kiss Week at the Zevraholics. Alec and @antivan-beau 's Edric Surana.

You know, just casually hitting on a stranger at a party. Certainly won't bump into him ever again...

[jacklyn-flynn]

Art Credit: ibbitmonster on DeviantArt

Check them out! They have so many amazing pieces but this one is my favorite! Love me an Antivan murder husband! 🥰

[october-rosehip]

I decided to join @zevraholics for Saturday Sketch. I’ve been really stuck so when in doubt bust out the colored pencils, I suppose. This is what an hour of colored pencils and thinking about Macsen Surana got me.

[snarky-bee]

@mocha--writes​ Maybe the real Mocha was the friends we made along the way

[theoldforbiddenplace]

Happy wintersend, @adreamingofguns!

[hurl-a-can]

OC smooch. For a discord server OC kiss event. Das and @icylook‘s Vergil Surana. A bad photo of the pic because still no scanner. (Which is also why I’m posting it here for now, and not on my art blog.)

[sinsbymanka]

Six Sentence Sunday: The Earring

Six Sentence Sunday (banner courtesy of @ao3commentoftheday​, who also inspired me to post this!) I also am aware this is more than six sentences, but brevity is not my friend. 

“Fine.” Zevran snapped, closing his fingers over the small gold hoop. “If you don’t want the earring, you don’t get the earring. Simple enough.” 

She only wanted the earring if he wanted her, but she didn’t know if he did. She’d been so certain, and now… she took a step forward to close the sudden gap between them, but he stepped back. She froze again, tried to keep her voice calm as she forced the word through numb lips. 

“Come upstairs with me?” They could go upstairs and talk, go anywhere else, the roof, the courtyard, it didn’t matter but she couldn’t handle his fury, not here, not with the rows of books standing silent witness in the Arl’s library, not when she swore she could smell lyrium and hear the templars’ armor clanking while they walked their rounds outside another library not so long ago. 

“Don’t you have more important things to do? Ones that don’t involve me?” He asked dismissively, turning from her. Chantal’s heart shattered, she felt it crack like ice underneath Shale’s fist. 

[angstofdestiny]

For Zevraholics Anonymous kissing exchange, a gift for @starla-nell. I hope you’ll like it ;)

xxxx

“So, this is the place?” Tavaris asked Ruth quietly, looking at the manor with the corner of his eye. He felt uncomfortable in shem clothes Ruth gave him, but she was right when she noticed that his vallaslin would attract more than enough attention. He still was not sure how was he supposed to sneak in the ill-fitting pants, but the truth was that Ruth has taken him here as muscle, nothing else. It was his first time trying to rob a shem building, but she was right. There was no reason why this entitled asshole should have the Night Elves banner to entertain his equally entitled guests with. It belonged in the Alienage, where their families lived, not with someone who hasn’t even fought in their war.

“We’re gonna go in through the back. There’s a park there that is popular spot for couples to meet, so if we’d pretend to take a romantic walk, nobody should suspect much, even if they don’t really like elves in this part of the city. The manor garden is open to the park, so we shouldn’t have much trouble entering.”

“The garden is open?” Tav raised one brow. “That does sound like an invitation.”

“My thoughts exactly. Let’s go.”

Ruth adapted her bouncy persona, dragging him along and chattering sweetly, as she showed him around. Even though they weren’t on a date and she distinctly wasn’t Tav’s type, he couldn’t help but be charmed by the smiles and witty comments. Well, she was a professional charmer, wasn’t she?

She led him through the street and into the park, spinning one fanciful story after another until they reached a decorative column that badly imitated old Arlathan style. Or “old Tevinter” as humans liked to assume.

Ruth pulled close to Tav, her lips brushing his ear.

“Alright, this is where the park ends and the garden begins. Act in love. We didn’t notice crossing the border.”

Tavaris nodded, tenderly pushing a strand of her hair out of her face, just to get in the role.

“I think I can manage,” he whispered back, looking up at her and gently rubbing his thumb against her cheek for the benefit of potential onlookers. “I’ll try to imagine you’re a guy.” He winked.

Ruth chuckled quietly. “Good luck with that.”

They walked into their mark’s garden without anyone stopping them, hands held together as they looked at each other with enamored expressions. Still, even as he pretended to look at Ruth, Tavaris was scanning the area behind her, searching for the potential danger. The garden seemed empty, so he almost relaxed, until he heard gravel scrunching under heavy boots. A guard.

In a moment of panic, he pulled Ruth down, pressing his lips to her in a sweet kiss. She tasted differently than men he was used to, her lips were softer and plusher, but the height was right and if he closed his eyes, he could pretend that it was Tamlen he was kissing, not a witty Alienage girl.

After a brief moment of surprise she kissed him back, much more sure of what she did, prolonging the moment as the guard approached.

“Hey, knife-ears!” He yelled, though there was a weariness to his tone. “Get lost, this is a private property!”

Ruth broke the kiss, looking at the guard with a confused expression.

“We’re not in the park anymore?” She said, as if she genuinely didn’t notice. “I’m sorry, serah, we’re going. We must have gotten lost.”

“Go, and make it quick. It’s not a place for you.” The guard grumbled, and turned back, confident that they were going to scramble away.

“Of course, serah!”

As soon as the man was out of the hearing range, Ruth chuckled quietly.

“You’re not a half bad kisser for a gay guy,” she winked at him. “And we’re almost there. The kitchen entrance is behind these trees.”

Tav blushed, tugging at his braid uncomfortably. “Uhm, thanks?” He looked up and gave her an uneasy smile. “You’re quite a good kisser for a girl, though.”

[sinsbymanka]

I love this elf. He is my emotional support elf.

Dragon Age: Origins + text posts: Zevran

Had a request for this dork. c:

More DA text post memes:

Marian Hawke: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5

Garrett Hawke: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5

Anders: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11

Justice: 1

Fenris: 1, 2, 3

Isabela: 1, 2, 3

Merrill: 1, 2, 3

Varric: 1, 2

Meredith & Orsino: 1

Alistair: 1, 2

Leliana: 1

Sera: 1

Fiona: 1

Iron Bull: 1

Various characters (DA:O): 1, 2, 3, 4

Various characters (DAII): 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9

Various characters (DA:I): 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16

Various characters (all): 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8

Various characters (LGBTQ+ themed): 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12

[zevraholics]

ZevWarden Week 2023 Tags

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Prompt:

Day 1: Tradition and Trying New Things Day 2: Secrets, Kept and Told Day 3: Fear and Safety Day 4: Work and Pleasure Day 5: Bodies and Minds Day 6: Favourite Things and Pet Peeves Day 7: Family, Lost and Found

Ship:

ZevWarden Zevran x m!Warden Zevran x f!Warden Zevran x nb!Warden Zevran x Aeducan Zevran x Amell Zevran x Brosca Zevran x Cousland Zevran x Mahariel Zevran x Surana Zevran x Tabris Zevran x OC Zevistair Polyamory Zevran x Other

Content:

Dad Zevran Pregnancy Children Colorism Fantasy Racism Suicidal Thoughts Suicide Death Ultimate Sacrifice Blood GoreAbuseTorture Non-Con NSFW Kink Smut Threesome Foursome Nudity Shirtless Sexual Tension Fluff Pining Angst Hurt-Comfort Drug Use

[raymurata]

Happy Holidays, @heraldofwho! I am your secret hoe, so here’s some angst. <3

[immawraffle]

Fake Dragon Age 4 Spoilers

[snarky-bee]

OC Kiss - For @zeesqueere‘s lovely Dia Cadash

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“Vivienne sends her regards,” Dia hissed into the Comte’s ear.

Her knife was pressed into his throat, with the dwarf atop his chest, legs pinning his arms down. 

“Pl-”

She didn’t give him a chance to even beg. With a twist of her wrist, she pierced the artery in his neck, blood spurting out.

With a faint ‘thump’ his head sank to the floor, limp. Another poncey Orlesian noble dead. Parties were fun when killing nobles at them. Immaculate curtains splattered with blood and the ornate rug had a rapidly growing crimson stain in the center of it. 

Kallian knelt down beside the bed to tug a glittering ring from the Comtesse’s right hand. A token for her hard work. Other jewels decorated her neck and hung from her earlobes, but Kallian found herself suddenly distracted. 

Dia had turned around, gaze burning into Kallian, as she dragged a thumb across her lower lip, wiping it of blood. Her chest heaved with panted breath and she confidently cleaned off her blade on the nobleman’s shirt sleeve. There was a predatory look in her stare. The thrill of the hunt, success of the kill, and danger glinting in her dark eyes. 

She stared back, lips slightly parted. Her own heart raced as well. Not for the first time she imagined Dia’s delectable thighs straddling her own chest, pinning her down. 

“Andraste’s ass, you can’t keep doing this to me,” Kallian said, stepping closer.

“And what might that be?” Dia asked.

“Looking so.” A step closer. “Bloody.” Close enough that Dia had to look up to meet Kallian’s eyes. “Sexy.” 

Kallian cupped her chin and tilted her face up. Without any hesitation, Kallian pressed her lips to hers, a hand moving up her neck, gently teasing at the roots of her curly hair. Heart still racing. She broke the kiss, hands still gently cupping Dia’s face.

“You are absolutely wicked,” Kallian stated with open admiration. 

[icylook]

Kiss for Kallian! @madamsnark | for Zevraholics Anonymous OC Kiss Month Event | Follow up for this story °˖✧◝(⁰▿⁰)◜✧˖°

She's easy to spot talking animatedly to few people, spinning a story that leaves them laughing. One of them wipes tears of mirth from his eyes and Vergil wonders, what was so funny to cry about. The alcohol most likely helped with the cheerfulness and overall merriment. Just as he's approaching Kallian's back he catches a glance from a man standing near her, the intense gaze making him do a quick once over and as he likes what he's seeing, his mouth stretches in small, appreciative smile. Vergil makes a mental note to find the man later and offer him a drink.

Meanwhile he uses the fact Kallian's distracted by chuckling into her own glass and he leans down to whisper directly in her ear, lips deliberately brushing delicate skin. “Doing well, hurricane.”

“Shit!”

Vergil steps back not a second later as Kallian whirls around, the dregs of her drink sloshing dangerously in the glass, hand hastily covering reddened ear. He almost rolls his eyes at the perpetual danger of his clothes getting stains in Kallian's presence. He tilts his head at the glare she's sending him, face flushed pink, mumbling something under her breath, most likely mourning the loss of her drink. So he helpfully plucks the glass out of her hand and before she has the chance to curse him some more, he holds out the one he came with, full of the drink she was nursing earlier. Kallian's eyes sparkle with joy and she gulps a mouthful of fresh whiskey, while Vergil's watching aptly for a sign of disgust upon greatly watered down drink. There's none and he quietly sighs in relief.

“What're you doing here?” The drunken slur from before is still there, if not even heavier and he might feel a bit bad for what he planned to do, if not for the prank she sprouted on him earlier. Still, an eye for an eye, drunk or no, Vergil thinks, as he puts on a sweet smile that doesn't really reach his eyes.

“I'm here to play now, Kallian,” he purrs, sneaking a gentle hand on the small of her back to keep her steady. She sways back a bit at the proximity, eyes wary, but it melts away as she leans in, taking a sip of her drink with a grin. “Play what?” she asks with a coy smile and Vergil feels a tug of her fingers on the sash at his waist. His own smirk widens for a moment “Forgot your own game?” he tuts, “I'm so disappointed.”

Kallian's brows furrow as she's focusing on the things she might said or did earlier, before few drinks after and her expressions clears with an excited “Oh! Dare or truth! Truth or dare? Whatever,” Her eyes are gleaming with mischief and she bites her lip, “Collecting a dare?” The grip on the fabric on his waist is a bit tighter, “I knew you'll come around.” She snorts, “Come, you-” Vergil looks at her as she's busy giggling, almost crashing into his side, the drink in her hand by some miracle still not spilled over him. He shakes his head, giving her time to laugh off the worst of it, patiently supporting her squirming. Then, when she leans on him more heavily, Vergil gently tilts Kallian's chin up with firm fingers, his thumb briefly brushing the lower lip of her partly opened mouth. She's delightedly still and Vergil smirk's impish, “Truth or dare, Kallian?” He asks and watches as more colour creeps on her cheeks, and he takes off the hand of her back to grip her hand, clinging on his waist. “Truth,” Vergil brings Kallian's hand up to his mouth, not touching, just hot breath brushing her skin “or dare?” She blinks and swallows, “Dare?”

“Do you want me to kiss you, Kallian?”

“Yeah” comes the breathy reply.

Vergil's gaze's playful just as he leans in and leaves a searing kiss on the knuckles of Kallian's hand in his hold. “There,” he lets go of her and steps back, as she stumbles forward, suddenly on her own. He holds in the laugh at the confused look on her face. “Keep the party going, hurricane,” he turns away with a smirk, eyes already scanning the room for the man with steely gaze.

“Vergil you cheat!” Kallian shouts, followed by amused cheer of people nearby. If his chuckle is a bit more wicked, he'll blame it on the wine.

[sinsbymanka]

UPDATE: Life Lessons for the Newly Liberated Circle Mage Chapter 20: The Sting of Betrayal

For the whole chapter, take a look at AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/18572815/chapters/54137494 

I’m warning you now this is incredibly angsty and there is a high risk of it hitting you right in the feels. 

Too long I have traveled, soon I'll see her smiling, The girl in Red Crossing I'm longing to see. O, I know she is there, daisies in her hair, Waiting by the chantry to marry me.

Chantal soaked in the warm bath until her skin pruned. She scrubbed away the sweat and grime until she felt as fresh as snow. She even asked Leliana to comb her hair, then arrange it in the exquisite braids Chantal couldn’t form on her own. Finally, she donned the fine linen trousers Arl Eamon gifted her and the matching blue silk shirt with the embroidered daisies.

Zevran stayed. Her heart couldn’t quite believe it even as she rejoiced. Zevran stayed even though he didn’t have to, even though the archdemon breathed down her neck, despite the darkspawn taint coursing through her blood. When he was finally free he said he wanted to stay with her.

Chantal hummed brightly while she examined her reflection critically in the mirror. Trout whined from where he sat beside her, cocking his head as if to ask where exactly she thought she was going and who she needed to impress with her fancy outfit. She grinned down at him, hoping her mabari read the thoughts in her face. 

He stayed. He stayed. Morrigan was wrong and she was going to tell him, she was going to confess… 

She felt dizzy with elation, her stomach tied in knots, and underneath all of it a warm, certain glow like the sun outside. Everything was going to work out, she knew it would, because he loved her and she loved him. They’d defeat the blight and they’d travel the world, free as a pair of birds, with nobody to stop them. Nobody would ever hold his leash, nobody would ever lock her in a tower. 

They were free. They were free and in love and together. Everything would be okay, as long as they were together, Chantal could believe that. She knew it in her heart.  She stood from the dressing table, eager to tell him, emboldened by her hair, her fancy clothes. She whirled to the door, continuing to hum under her breath. 

(ANGST at AO3 where it BELONGS okay) 

(The song is actually from Dragon Age - it's a codex entry from DA:I, The Girl in Red Crossing (found in the Emerald Graves). If you remember from DA:I, you find out Red Crossing was pretty much where the Exalted March against the elves started AND it was a huge misunderstanding inspired by Romeo/Juliet type shenanigans involving an elf and a human where both of the lovers ended up dead. I'm uncertain if this song is written about those specific lovers or not, the codex itself isn't clear, BUT I liked the parallels between Chantal/Zevran and the Red Crossing story. I particularly liked how it started so happy - just like this fucking chapter - and ends horribly. So, there you go.)