This came to me a lot of time ago, in one play through of origins in which Zevran got caught is practically every single bear trap ever. Rowan carries him back to camp.
you probably can’t tell but since i hate origins armor so much, i used one of Kassandra’s sets (the pirate one…) for zev.
A Cage we Share update up now! Thanks to @lesbianarcana, for making time to beta this even with so much going on in their life! (And congrats again!! <3 )
Zevran’s flirting does not cease after Neria agrees to let him join them, and she realises that its going to become a pattern. She has to get her reactions under control, and quick. Alistair makes it clear he’s not happy about her decision, but he has a confession of his own to make.
“Don’t ever let me leave you again.” “I don’t plan to.”
Set during the events of Awakening, Zevran hears of Neria’s struggles and rushes to her side so that she does not have to face them without him. His letter is a diversion, since he knew he was being closely watched and whatever word he sent would pass through many a Crow’s hand before it reached Neria. The last thing he wanted was to draw them to her. When all is settled again in Amaranthine, Zev knows he must return to Antiva and finish his business with the Crows, but this time, Neria insists on going with him. This time, knowing now exactly how it felt to be parted from her for so long, he can’t possibly refuse.
Sending off ZevWarden week with a bit of a grand finale. This took a long time but I hope you all enjoy it half as much as I enjoyed making it! Click the images for better quality :3
Ah, yes, visiting your old flame with your new flame, what could go wrong here.
Surana is anti-Chantry but pretty friendly with most Templars in the Circle because she thinks the Chantry is using their addiction as a leash. When she hears about Cullen’s shelter for Templars after the Inquisition disbands, she sends him a hefty sum as “a donation from an old friend.” And then she pays him a visit.
DAI-era Surana and Zevran paying a visit to someone who shall remain unknown until my next post. This is technically one half of a thing I’m working on but I wanted to post it on its own.
Nemaya got the scar after the Blight from the Crows. Killing the Archdemon and becoming Warden Commander made her overconfident and she got into a lot of trouble during her travels with Zev.
Happy Satinalia! I had so much fun creating this for @elfsidian! As soon as I saw your prompt list, I knew I had to give you some soft Nym/Zevran content.✨
Been playing Origins for the second time, spent 70 hours on that bad boy in one go and decided to redraw a meme Arganion “Argon” Mahariel is a professional assassin smoocher, lemme tell ya Original meme is by @keleaaan on Twitter
It has been a lot of fun writing for Zev and my Brosca again! And a big thank you to everyone who left nice comments on my fics, they made my week <3
“Warden Commander? There is someone here to see you.”
Nelka looked up from her reports to face the Warden who had come to bring her this news.
“Any more information than that?” She asked, the annoyance more evident in her voice than she intended. People were coming to her from the surrounding areas relatively frequently, either to thank her or condemn her, and she was currently in no mood for any sort of visit.
She hadn’t heard from Zevran in weeks. They were diligent about sending letters and keeping in touch even when a sea separated them. It drained her to think that something could have happened to him, that he might have died alone or been imprisoned by the Crows, and she hadn’t been there to help him or, at the very least, to have gone down fighting at his side.
The affairs of Vigil’s Keep kept slipping into the background as she feared a future where she would never see him again.
“They claim to be a traveling merchant who can provide goods to the Keep.”
Nelka sighed. Despite her frustrations, they could use new weapons, or at least simple goods to help the new recruits settle in.
“Alright, send them in.”
She turned back to her paperwork as the Warden saluted and left the room to fetch the merchant. The door opened again, and she didn’t look up right away to greet the visitor, but the moment he spoke she dropped everything.
“Mi amor, it has been too long.”
Nelka didn’t hesitate. She launched herself at Zevran and embraced him, squeezing him as tight as she could.
“You didn’t send letters!” She cried, shaking her head as she pressed herself into his chest. “I hadn’t heard from you! I thought… I thought…”
He held her back, and they could both feel the stress and fear fade away in the instant of their touch.
“I know, I am sorry,” Zevran said. “I had to take a rather complicated route out of Antiva, and it was difficult to find a place where I could send a letter. I wrote them, though…”
He hesitantly pulled out of Nelka’s embrace and rummaged into the bag he had dropped on the floor the moment she bolted toward him so that he could catch her in his arms with nothing to encumber him. A moment later, he pulled out two bound stacks of letters.
“These are the ones I meant to send,” he explained, first holding up the smaller parcel and then the larger as he continued, “And these are the letters you sent me. I kept them all. I read them over and over, dreaming of the day you would be mine again.”
“I kept every letter you sent me too.”
“Even the naughty ones?” Zevran asked, a twinkle in his eye and a smirk on his lips.
Nelka laughed and wiped away the tears she hadn’t even noticed were falling. “Obviously. But we can act on what we wrote in those letters later. Right now, I just want to hold you. You’re here. I thought I would never see you again.”
Zevran removed his coat, then opened his arms for Nelka again. She loved the way she fit against him, the way his fingers laced through her hair when he held her with such desperation, the way they melded as one in these moments when the impossible suddenly became possible.
“I’m sorry to have worried you,” he whispered after pressing a kiss to the top of her head. “But I’m here now. And, so long as you will have me, I have no intention of ever leaving your side again.”
“Good. We were apart for too long.”
Zevran cupped Nelka’s cheeks and lifted her face so that he could kiss her, their lips meeting in a slow and purposeful promise that words could never define.
“I love you, Zevran,” Nelka said, smiling, even as more tears of relief began to trickle down her face.
“I love you too. And, should we be forced to part again, nothing will ever change the fact that I am yours, in this moment and forevermore.”
This whole thing talks vaguely about sex, but there is nothing explicit or detailed
Nelka glanced over at Zevran as he rearranged the meager pillows in his tent. He seemed so at ease, so unburdened about what they were going to do. And she wanted to, she wanted him, but a strange anxiety coursed through her and made her want to flee.
She was never afraid. She had killed and nearly been killed dozens of times in Dust Town. Fear was a weakness, one that could be exploited, one that could make her hesitate and become just another victim, just another Casteless corpse.
She knew to push aside the fear. Death was nothing worse than what she had already faced.
But now, sitting in Zevran’s tent without armor or a weapon, ready to sleep with him, she was scared.
“Are you alright? If it’s just the Ferelden chill, well, we’ll fend that off soon enough.” Despite his continued flirting, there was a sincere concern in his eyes.
“I’ve never done this before,” she confessed.
“You have mentioned that.” Zevran spun around and sat cross-legged to face her. “When I offered a massage and you turned down anything more than that. Yet… here you are. I hope I have not pressured you…”
“No, you haven’t,” she insisted. “You’ve always given me the opportunity to stop you if I’m uncomfortable, even when we’re just flirting around the fire. I’m here with you now because I want to be, but that doesn’t mean I’m not nervous. I just… I really have no idea what to expect.”
Zevran paused for a moment before continuing. “Sex is… a conversation. Every sort of relationship is, truthfully. I’m happy to guide you. We will figure out together what feels good and what doesn’t. There is no shame in inexperience, Nellie. And if at any point you decide that none of it feels good or that you no longer wish to continue, you simply need say so, and there is no shame in that either.”
She thought over his words for a long moment, then took a deep breath and released some of the pressure that had been building up in her all evening. With a smile, she replied, “I do like our conversations.”
Zevran grinned back, then crawled over to her, moving slowly so that she might stop him if she decided to. However, she said nothing, and soon he was right there in front of her, so close that she could taste his breath.
He pressed his lips to hers and gently caressed her cheeks. Then, he pulled back to gauge her reaction, though he still held onto her.
“Is that alright?”
Nelka was already breathless, and she practically had to shake herself back into the moment.
“Yeah… Yes, it is.”
“Do you still want to continue?”
She leaned forward, this time bridging the gap so that she could kiss him, taking the time to figure out how their lips fit together and where she wanted her nose to go. It was a strange sensation at first, but soon it felt natural as anything, and Nelka savored the way Zevran smiled against her lips.
“I do,” she breathed against him. “I do want to keep going.”
Warning for some foreplay and implied sexy times, but nothing explicit
Nelka carefully looked over her recently restrung bow, double checking every little detail to ensure it was ready for her next fight.
“There we are,” she whispered to the bow. “You’re all set now.”
“You know, sometimes I think you love that bow more than me.”
She gently set the bow in its place and spun to face Zevran. He had been watching her work, and now he pouted dramatically as she met his gaze.
“We’ve been through a lot together. Stopping the Blight was no small feat.”
“I believe I was also there to help you stop the Blight,” Zevran teased.
“Oh, right…” Nelka grinned. “I suppose you were. Hm. Well, there must be something I can do to reassure you of my feelings.”
With that, she stepped over to where Zevran sat and straddled over him, placing her arms around his neck.
He instantly ran his hands around her waist and tugged her up against him so that there was no space between their bodies. “I can think of a few ways,” he breathed. His lips brushed against hers as he spoke.
“Besides… my bow could never replace you. There are plenty of things you can do that it can’t.”
“What sort of things?” He asked coyly.
“Oh, I think you know.”
With that, she kissed him, firmly and passionately. In turn, he held her tight, a hand slipping beneath the edge of her shirt so that his fingers could press directly into her skin.
“Zevran,” she said, breathless, before they could progress any further. “I know you were joking about the bow and all, but… you’re everything to me.”
He stared back at her with a softness in his gaze, the fervor of his desperate touch melting away instantly. “And I am yours, forever.”
Nelka leaned in for another kiss, this one slower and more purposeful, promises passing between their lips, oaths that nothing and no one could ever come between them. She pressed a few soft kisses to his cheeks and then rested her forehead against his.
They sat like that for several moments, breathing each other in and savoring the peace they’d fought so hard to maintain. And then, Nelka smirked. “Alright, where were we?”
“Do you ever think about what you would do if you could use magic?”
Zevran glanced over at Nelka as they continued walking.
“No. I’ve never wondered. Magic is… strange. I’ll stick to my blades, thank you very much.” They had spent a great deal of time on the road and their conversations often drifted into the hypotheticals. Anything to save them from playing I Spy for the thousandth time.
Nelka shrugged. “Yeah, that’s fair. But, hear me out: if you suddenly got magic, what spells do you think you’d like to cast?”
“What brought all this on?” Zevran asked, chuckling quietly to himself.
“I don’t know, sometimes I just get hung up thinking about magic. It is strange. We don’t have anything like it in Orzammar; sure we have lyrium, but it’s not quite the same.”
Zevran nodded in acknowledgement, and then pondered aloud for some time. “Well, I suppose some sort of invisibility would be rather helpful, given how often I dart around in the shadows. And I remember our mage companions being able to conjure spiritual weapons, so I wouldn’t have to worry about dropping a dagger and being left defenseless. Hm… to paralyze an enemy in place? That would allow me to find the optimal location to strike.” He spoke methodically, thinking over each option as he uttered them. “I think I would like to be able to change into a bird form, truthfully. You know I like to perch on rooftops, and this would allow me perfect vantage points and safety from above.” He let out a loud laugh. “I could be a literal Antivan Crow!”
Nelka laughed with him, enjoying the glee on his face as he considered flying high above the world, before dropping in to strike without his enemies ever knowing.
“What about you, my dear? What would be your spells of choice if dwarves could be mages?”
“Fireball,” Nelka answered instantly.
“You didn’t have to think about that at all!”
“Sometimes you see a room full of enemies and think, ‘hey, it sure would be nice if I could eliminate all of them at once.’ So, fireball.”
“Can’t you set your arrows on fire?”
“Not the same thing,” she replied, shaking her head. “Not at all. Those are little pellets of fire, a fireball is a big WHOOSH of death. Besides! We wouldn’t have to worry about darkspawn in the Deep Roads if all dwarves could cast fireball, we could just march down there and let the narrow passages funnel the fire, taking out all the baddies in one fell swoop. Definitely fireball. Easy.”
Zevran laughed. “You would be truly terrifying with that sort of power.”
“Good thing we don’t have to worry about either of us developing magic any time soon, then, huh?”
They continued along their path, chuckling and considering what they would do with such power in their veins, unaware that somewhere else in Thedas, the Veil was about to be torn down and return magic to all the elves.
Nelka peeked into the bedroom, curious just how late Zevran was going to sleep, when she found a surprise.
This man, this stubbornman, who always said he hateddogs, had the new mabari litter in bed beside him. Half a dozen little snoozing puppies next to him, both man and dog sound asleep.
Despite herself, Nelka couldn’t help but smile and shake her head. It was an endearing sight, all of them snoring in unison, even if she had no idea what made Zevran change his mind about having dogs sleep on the bed with them. He’d refused Barkspawn entry several times; when they were on the road, he would allow the mabari to climb up and cuddle with them, if only to help ward off the cold. When they were home or staying somewhere with heat and a real roof overhead, he was less accommodating.
Yet here he was, with puppies snuggled under the covers, and curled protectively around them even as he slept.
Nelka stared long enough that Zevran felt eyes on him, even in his slumber, and he blinked awake.
“Mmm, good morning, my Nellie.”
“What happened to no dogs in the bed?” She asked, a smirk on her lips, as she crossed her arms dramatically.
“Oh, come now, look at their little faces!”
“I thought you said I was fussing over them.”
“Youwere,” Zevran insisted, and Nelka laughed.
“Alright, I was maybe fussing a little bit,” she admitted. “But you never used to like Barkspawn. What changed?”
“I must admit, Barkspawn has grown on me over the years. Perhaps like a mold or some sort of parasite,” he said flatly. “I never thought I would spend enough time in Ferelden to become taken with their dogs, but… but… Nellie, please, look at them, and tell me they aren’t the most adorable thing you have ever seen.”
The puppies awoke when Zevran shifted and started to crawl all over him. When one began to lick his face, he snatched it into his hands and cooed at it, telling it that it was a good dog and that it shouldn’t listen to Nelka’s slander.
As Nelka watched the scene, she agreed that it was indeed the most adorable thing she had ever seen, and the love she felt for Zevran swelled in her heart.
“What should we name them?” She asked.
“If we name them, we’ll never be able to give them away. I thought the plan was to send them to the Wardens in Amaranthine.”
“I mean, plans can change.”
Zevran glanced between Nelka and the puppy in his hands. “We can decide that later. But, in terms of names, I had been thinking…”
An unintended sigh escaped Nelka’s lips as the foliage above fully concealed the sky.
“Are you alright over there?” Zevran asked, glancing at Nelka.
They’d been on the road for weeks, searching for a cure to the Taint. Nelka had wanted to go alone, to let Zevran remain in Antiva to finish up any lingering Crows, but – naturally – he insisted on coming along. Though she would be lying if she said she wasn’t grateful for the company.
“Yeah,” she replied. She stared at the tree-cover above for a moment, and then continued, “I’ve been on the surface for years, but I still feel better when I can’t see the sky. When there’s some kind of ceiling above me.”
Zevran took her hand and gave it a quick squeeze. “Don’t worry, I still won’t let the sky gobble you up.” His tone was joking, but he never dismissed Nelka’s fear.
“Is it strange that I miss Dust Town sometimes? It was a horrible, horrible place, but…”
“It was home.”
“Yeah.”
“It’s not strange at all,” Zevran said. Their hands remained clasped between them, and neither gave any indication of letting go. “I still miss Antiva. It is full of many good memories and many bad memories, but it’s always going to be a home for me. I do hope I get the chance to show it to you someday, without assassins stalking us the whole time,” he added, a smile on his lips.
“I hope so too.”
“If you do want to go back to Orzammar, I’m sure we can make some sort of arrangement. It’s not as if they can turn away the dwarf who defeated the Blight, no?”
“I’m sure some of them would find a way.” Nelka rolled her eyes, and the brand on her cheek seemed to burn a little bit as she thought on it. “Thanks, but I don’t think I really want to go back. I hear from my sister often enough, and she’s all that’s left for me in Orzammar. Thinking about Dust Town, about tons of stone above my head… It’s as if I feel nostalgia for good times I never had there.”
Zevran nodded. “I understand. But once we fix the Taint, if you change your mind…”
She held onto his hand a little tighter. “I think I’d rather you show me Antiva.”
“We’ll have plenty of time.”
Nelka glanced up at him and smiled. “For what it’s worth, Zevran, as much as I miss living underground sometimes, my home is wherever you are.”
He stopped dead in his tracks, tugging Nelka toward him with their clasped hands until he could hold her tight and press a long, slow kiss to her lips. He kissed her forehead and caressed her cheek, showing no sign of continuing on their trek any time soon.
“I feel the same,” he breathed. “Nellie, you aremy home. You gave me a chance so long ago to choose what I truly want, without answering to anyone else, and every choice has led me to you, over and over again.”
A few tears started to form in Nelka’s eyes at his confession. Damn, she was going soft; she never used to cry, but Zevran had a way of tearing down her walls with a few words or a gentle touch.
“I love you,” was all she could manage to say.
“I love you too, mi amor. And no matter how far apart our travels may take us, I will always come home to you.”
