#zevraholics anonymous

[zevraholics]

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?)

#zevwarden week 2023 #zevwarden week #zevwarden #zevran x warden #zevran arainai #zevran #dragon age #dragon age origins #dragon age fanfiction #dragon age fanart #zevraholics anonymous

[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...

#alec surana #edric surana #ockiss week #Zevraholics anonymous #raydraws #beatrice cousland #morrigan #li na mahariel #mara tabris #leliana

[immawraffle]

Fake Dragon Age 4 Spoilers

#got permission before posting #zevraholics anonymous server #dragon age #dragon age origins #dragon age inquisition #dragon age 4 #dragon age dreadwolf #skyrim #dragonborn dlc #grey wardens #corypheus #fake spoilers #discord #screenshot #🧇

[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! 🥰

#beautiful incredible artwork #zevran is a sex god and a good person #sexy zevran #zevran arainai #zevraholics anonymous #og 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.

#zevraholics anonymous #saturday sketch #Macsen Surana #colored pencils #rosehiporiginal

[snarky-bee]

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

#discord #zevraholics anonymous

[theoldforbiddenplace]

Happy wintersend, @adreamingofguns!

#art #dragon age #Avaxa Aeducan #Mero Brosca #alistair #zevran arainai #morrigan #kieran #zevraholics anonymous #gift exchange #other people's ocs

[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.)

#my art #Das Davarris #Vergil Surana #zevraholics anonymous

[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. 

#zevran x warden #zevran arainai #dragonage #dragon age origins #dragon age #da: origins #zevran x amell #zevraholics anonymous #zevran romance #dragon age zevran #zevran's damn earring #BREAK MY HEART BIOWARE #ptsd for circle mages

[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.”

#tavaris mahariel #ruth tabris #zevraholics anonymous #kissing exchange

[zevraholics]

ZevWarden Week 2022

What is it? A week (this year, September 4th - 10th) of creating new fan content, sharing it, and celebrating the wonderful relationships between your favourite Grey Warden(s) and Zevran Arainai. 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 or #zevistair) and most of all, have fun!

Prompts:

Sunday, September 4: Culture

Monday, September 5: Gold

Tuesday, September 6: Fights and Reconciliation

Wednesday, September 7: Alternate Universes

Thursday, September 8: Promises

Friday, September 9: Death

Saturday, September 10: Seasons

Like previous years, we took each prompt and gave it two different spins. Choose whichever inspires you, or take the base prompts in your own direction!

Tag your content with #zevwarden week 2022 or tag us on your post and we’ll reblog it here. *Any art found to be whitewashing Zevran will not be shared.

Day 1 - Sunday, September 4 - Culture

Culture shock "Now, if it is all the same to you, I would prefer not to speak more of Antiva. It makes me wistful and hungry for a proper meal." What does Zevran think about life in Ferelden that we don't get to see in-game? If your Warden and Zevran ever travel anywhere else, what's familiar and what comes as a surprise?

Cultural exchange "Loving a place is not the same as never desiring to be elsewhere." Either at home or abroad, do the Warden and Zevran experience new foods, festivals, or traditions together? How do Zevran and the Warden deal with their cultural differences and similarities?

Day 2 - Monday, September 5 - Gold

Trinkets "You do seem to stumble onto treasure on a regular basis, somehow." Between the infamous earring and all the looting the Warden does over the course of the Blight, it’s easy for the pair of them to accumulate quite a few trinkets. Are there any things in particular they each collect? What kinds of things do they save for each other?

Money "Ah, the bustle of a market district! The pickpocket's home away from home!" We know a little bit about Zevran's relationship to money, but what about the Warden's? Do Zevran and the Warden have enough of it, post-Blight? Do they have more than they know what to do with? How do they make a living and how do they spend what they've got? Also fun for this prompt: stories about stealing or bartering.

Day 3 - Tuesday, September 6 - Fights and Reconciliation

Arguments "You are a very frustrating person to deal with, do you know that?" Do the Warden and Zevran ever fight, either verbally or with weapons? Perhaps your Warden or Zevran (or both) get into a disagreement with somebody else. How do they resolve it or fail to resolve it?

Kiss and make-up "Running a bit hot and cold, are we? Fair enough. Let's get back to business." What helps the Warden and Zevran deal with tension after a tough moment? Are they quick to forgive or does it take them a little longer to work things out? Do they prefer to work things out with conversation or more physically?

Day 4 - Wednesday, September 7 - Alternate Universes

Variations on DAO "Taliesen offered to come to the ambush with me and I said, 'Taliesen, I don't need any help. This Grey Warden is a new recruit. How hard could it be?' But then, if I had been more open-minded to his help, either you would be dead or I would be. So it was better I refused. Huh." What would happen if Zevran met your Warden before the contract? Does your Warden end the Blight in a way the game's endings don't allow? This version of the prompt is for reimagining the story of DAO in a new way.

Completely new setting "I feel like we've just entered a Grand Cleric's bedchambers, where no one has gone before." Got an idea for the characters as vampires, mermaids, or living in a painstakingly historically accurate Qing Dynasty, China? The crew playing D&D in a college AU? Go wild.

Day 5 - Thursday, September 8 - Promises

Promises kept "In truth, for the chance to be by your side, I would storm the Dark City itself." Which promises do Zevran and the Warden make to each other? How do they come to make those promises? Are there ever moments when there is a price to be paid for keeping a promise?

Promises broken "What are promises? There are many kinds, spoken and unspoken, and yet we break them all the same, yes? They do not matter." Do Zevran and the Warden ever break a promise made to each other? Why do they break it—is it for a good reason? How does the other party react?

Day 6 - Friday, September 9 - Death

Near-death experiences "I landed in the river and nearly drowned. I was fished out by some urchins who robbed me blind. Made off with my boots, too. At least they didn't cut my throat." Zevran and the Warden meet for the first time in a failed assassination attempt. Whether dramatic or humorous or some of both, Zevran and the Warden have had many brushes with death in their adventures. Share a moment from one of those times.

Laid to rest "It's unfortunate, but death comes to us all. If not me, then some wasting disease. Or a fall down the stairs.Or at the hands of a darkspawn. It's all relative, in the end." No one escapes death. This is the prompt to share a moment of triumph after a battle, complex feelings after a successful assassination, or offer a character a peaceful death at home.

Day 7 - Saturday, September 10 - Seaons

Seasons of the year "In Antiva it rains often, but the flowers are always in bloom... or so the saying goes." Do Zevran and the Warden celebrate holidays together? Which, and how? Does Zevran struggle with Fereldan winter, and the Warden with Antivan summer? What specific activities do they enjoy doing in each season?

Seasons of life "It's true. I live a charmed life. One of the prostitutes that raised me was a fortune teller. Said I wouldn't die young. She was rather startled by that." As characters hit new life milestones and grow older, what is a significant event that happens in their lives together? Did either of them expect or even wish for that milestone to happen in their life?

#zevwarden week 2022 #zevwarden week #zevwarden #zevran x warden #zevran arainai #zevran #dragon age #dragon age origins #dragon age fanfiction #dragon age fanart #zevraholics anonymous

[raymurata]

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

#zevran arainai #lennan tabris #zevran x warden #zevwarden #ultimate sacrifice #angst #implied cw death #raydraws #zevraholics anonymous #server gift exchange 2019 #gift art #holiday hoes #other people's ocs #i had to give you some angst #¨T_T #poor poor zev

[stylographic-blue-rhapsody]

zevraholics anonymous 2022 smoOChfest: Tamaris Surana and Felix Cousland

for @aubergion, inspired by the “Captured! quest as Zuko Life Changing Field Trip” discussion a few months ago

..

“Thank you.”

It’s subtle, but he sees their eyes slit open momentarily before they once again close in meditation. “And you are referring to..?”

“Stopping me. From going after Howe.”

“Yes, it would have been impractical.” They’ve been traveling together long enough that Felix can hear the faintest hint of displeasure at their earlier quarrel in the mage’s words.

“You’re right, as you usually are,” he replies easily. “But that’s not what I meant.”

This time their eyes stay open when they flick to him. Blue. He thinks it’s perhaps the deepest hue he’s seen in another person; the saturation of the sky at high summer. He elaborates, “I think it would have broken some part of me—to commit the same senseless violence I condemn in others. So, thank you. For helping me stay true to my oaths.”

If they were less reserved, Felix thinks they might have scoffed. Instead, the incline of their head returns to its previously neutral position. “I didn’t do it for that.”

“Perhaps not.” Felix scoots his bulk ungracefully across the floor to kneel directly in front of Tamaris. He reaches, tentatively, to gather their hands in his, and is surprised when they allow him to do so. Their expression meets his with what he’s learned to be either curiosity or annoyance. Or both. He has often identified both, when they speak to him.

He says, “But Tamaris, it doesn’t matter what your intentions were. What matters is that you kept all of us safe, that you talked me down from a grievous error. That you met me where I was, and pulled me back from the edge.”

In his fervor, he’s pulled their joined hands to his chest, leaning into Tamaris’ space. Their gaze is unfaltering—bright, sharp. Sapphire. He could drown, he thinks, in that blue.

In that blue, he might choose to drown.

Before he can overthink it, before his amygdala can remind him exactly how many ways, in gratuitous detail, this could cockup everything, before he can settle his racing heart—

Felix closes the rest of the distance between them.

They don’t immediately recoil from him as he presses his mouth gently to theirs, and in that brief moment he can feel the slightest intake of their breath; he wonders if they understand what he hasn’t said. Their lips are soft and cool, and he can feel the barest prickle of the scab where they had split their lip the day before.

Drowning isn’t so bad, he thinks.

He pulls away like a houseguest, reluctant but unwilling to overstay his welcome. And, because he is selfish and because he can never leave well enough alone, he draws their hands up, still cradled in his, to press a second kiss to the overlapping knuckles of their thumbs. Their hands seem small in his, delicate and fragile, despite the clear work and wear in the calluses from their staff.

Felix raises his eyes to theirs, lips still pressed gently to their hands. Tamaris is studying him, brows scrunched ever so slightly as if trying to solve a particularly perplexing riddle—but they still haven’t pulled away and it quiets Felix’s racing heart. He thinks he should be embarrassed at this outburst, but there’s no immediate judgment in Tamaris’ gaze and he can’t bring himself to be ashamed of expressing what has been boiling under his skin for months.

He lowers their clasped hands and relinquishes his hold. “Apologies. I should have asked.”

“I was perfectly capable of stopping you.” Tamaris tucks their hands back into their lap, tone mild.

“Even so, it was not polite of me.” Felix looks away with a cough, feeling suddenly a bit too vulnerable under Tamaris’ considering expression.

He pulls to his feet and paces to the door to the cell and examines the lock. He checks that the guard stationed in their hall is out of earshot as he murmurs, “I do think I can break this off, if you’ve recovered enough mana to make a run for it.”

Tamaris stands, brushing off their under-robe and making a soft hum of assent. “You don’t want to wait for the justice of Ferelden law to free us?”

Felix nearly pulls a muscle in his neck as his head whips to look at Tamaris incredulously. “Did you… just make a joke?”

“No.”

He squints at them, noting the barest twitch of their mouth as they stare dispassionately back at him. “You did,” he accuses, lips curling into a grin. “I’m getting to you, Tamaris.”

“Zevran is funnier than you are.”

“Ouch. Now you’re just being mean on purpose.” While the mage’s expression hasn’t changed, aseptic as always, Felix feels warmth bubbling in his core—the deep, glacial blue paradoxically stoking heat beneath his skin.

As Felix turns away to focus on the lock, the intensity of the emotion sparking in his chest makes him wonder:

How is it that one can drown and burn, all at once?

#ockiss22 #oc kiss week 2022 #smoOChfest #dragon age #felix cousland #tamaris surana #my ocs #I Love Tamaris Your Honor

[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.

#Kallian's lovely to tease xD #Kallian Tabris #Vergil Surana #icy is writing #fanfiction

[snarky-bee]

OC Kiss - For @zeesqueere‘s lovely Dia Cadash

***

“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. 

#kallian tabris #diaraye cadash #oc kiss #oc kiss event #zevraholics anonymous #snarky writing

[icy-warden]

Worse than death             

Content warnings: Blood and Injury; Non-Consensual Body Modification; Panic Attacks; Mind Manipulation; Memory Alteration; Alternate Universe - Dystopia; Cyberpunk

On AO3 - prompt Death for Zevraholics Anonymous October Challenge 2019   

"You shouldn't do that," Vergil rasps, pushing the blade a millimeter further, watching the black fabric at Zevran's throat work under it, as he tries not to squirm. Golden eyes are alert and sharp, staring straight into Vergil’s. Still, it doesn't stop Zevran from throwing Vergil a cheeky smile.

"Wouldn't be fun otherwise."

Vergil looks at him for a moment longer, amber gaze darkening, and he's stepping away with a huff.

"Your part is done, yes?" Vergil asks curtly, sheathing his blade back at his hip in one smooth move, scanning their surroundings briefly, before he looks back at Zevran. A freelancer, he calls himself, often hired for shady missions like this one. Grey Wardens aren't picky with allies, as long as the money do the talking.

Zevran sighs dramatically with mumbled "work, work, work" as he procures few cores, relatively clean from fluids. Androids don't bleed after all, but the mess around them would beg to differ. Broken parts are scattered across the room, some cut clean by Vergil's blade, some scorched by the blaster he used. He scrunches up his nose at the crunch from under his boot, the smaller pieces of the artificial arm. Damaged synthetic skin smells like the rubber of burnt cables. There are some sparks here and there, lightning up the shadows and reflecting in spilled fluids. There's only one human among the carnage, now lying in unmoving heap among her charges. Vergil was quick with this one, giving her a clean death. He doesn't like pointless violence, going after his targets in orderly fashion. But the droids here didn't make it easy on him, slowing him down when he went after the woman, fighting him as they were protecting her, fighting to harm and stop him.

Abnormal behaviour.

They shouldn't attack him. Shouldn't, if they weren't programmed this way on purpose, so the woman's blame was evident in her creations. Learning AI's are forbidden for a reason.

Nevermind. They were targets and GW wanted them gone along with any data they could obtain.

"The other room?"

"It's clean. Now what about a drink or two?"

Zevran's careful with voicing what he'd like to do with him beside the drinks, as they're on monitored comms, and his words don't sound as suggestive as the impish grin on his full lips.

"Don't push your luck," Vergil drawls, though he lets his eyes to roam Zevran's form in far less innocent way. Zevran's grin widens.

"Oh, but I wouldn't mind a little push from you, Commander," he purrs, preposterously batting his eyelashes and Vergil blinks, fighting a bizzare urge to smile.

And after they wrap the things there, and Vergi's sure to drop the data and brief report, they spend the rest of the night drinking and fucking, like they usually do after a mission together. Using the restless energy in the competition full of mutual pleasure, sharing moments of breathless bliss and leaving temporary marks.

It's a pattern, but it's fleeting and Vergil indulges himself in the now. Immensely and without regret.

/////

Months, and few more shared missions later, they find the time for a meeting without being on a job earlier. Both are out of uniforms, wearing something casual and suitable for the place. Vergil finds himself enjoying the banter over shared meal, unhurried and oddly intimate, like they have all time in the world. He gets to know Zevran from different side and is pleasantly surprised to find that they seem to be compatibile outside their usual settings, joined targets and quick trysts to celebrate the success.

It's dangerous and foolish to seek this out. To chase more of what they have.

But.

Zevran's company helps him unwind a little, and he doesn't mind to let his guard down a bit more. Sharing few drinks, talking about everything, sometimes related to their jobs, but not overly detailed, as it's not so wise to do so in public – it's intriguing. Something in him stirrs, when he looks at clever and warm golden eyes, listening to some high tale full of lies and hidden truths, and picks them apart with well pointed questions, and Vergil sees how amused smirk stretches Zevran's lips and how much he seems to enjoy their little battle of wits. He's content.

And he'd like to do it again.

/////

Blood.

On his hands.

He looks at them, breath short, painful. Choked.

Knees buckle under him, he goes down hard, arms barely protecting the fall.

His chest explodes in agony, his head cracks on the concrete and he sees white and black for a moment and his eyes water, everything blurs when he tries to take a breath, but his own lungs suffocate him, blood filling his thorat in mouthfuls of thick liquid. And he thinks he hears someone shouting and there's flurry of movement, flashes of light and he tries to see, blinking out the fog.

It doesn't stop the pain, he's drowning and can't breathe and wants to bring his hands to his wound to stop it, do something, grasp the life leaking out of the hole in his chest-

But, his hands, he doesn't feel them. He fights for air, struggles for it as panic ultimately overwhelms him and urges him to breathe when he can't and it sends the spikes of heavy, burn-like cramps and more blood, but no air. There is someone talking golden eyes peering into his and an urgent voice and he wants to say something-

help me

But what comes out is a gurgle and another choke, and the black is seeping into his vision. A roar in his head and all he sees is-

Nothing at all.

/////

First time they boot him up, there's a moment of confused recognition, then Vergil proceeds to demolish half of the lab and severly injures two people from the staff. It takes way too long before they are able to shut him down, and it only takes one four-people squad and using the emergency turn off switch. The failure is written off as a "most likely a shock of organic mind adapting to new body parameters."

Second time they are much more careful, as Vergil's cautiously strapped to the lab table and left alone, avidly monitored by cameras and lab staff, standing behind thick, bulletproof windows. But this time, he lies there without life, distant eyes gazing into nothing.

Unmoving and still like a corpse.

And after two days of him not reacting to any stimuli, they decide to cut the power off – they learnt from the first time not to equip the body with independent battery and kept him on external power supply. The summary of the report says "catatonia caused by possible damage to consciousness during data transfer, further work is recommended to solve the process of unlocking awareness successfully."

Third time is similar to the second one, with Vergil being silent and unresponsive, until he starts to wail, the inhuman sound of his cries resonating with such deep grief and so disturbing in it's intensity, that most of the staff is horrified by it. The mumbled, broken words of "I can't feel it" repeated in between the heavy, dry sobs. This, and the failure to communicate were the final arguments to scrap down the experiment and shut it down.

The transfer visibly failed and the subject spiralled into madness. Some thought it a disappointment, some a mercy. After all, they tried to prevent a great mind from vanishing along with it's organic body, and now they had to block it completely.

GW has no use of insane Commander.

But there's always a use for an operational android.

/////

The operation parameters are clear. Find and collect the data about the source of black market's cybernetics parts.

V3R61L is an infiltrator, GW's elite android and the mission goes smoothly until it doesn't.

He pulls out the mission status, storing the obtained information for later, to send it to his handler. He's detected and has to act fast. As he was sent alone, he can only send a part of his mission report. Someone would find the distress signal. He's monitored constantly. GW will send an operative to secure his unit, if he'd have to hide for longer and wouldn't be able to be back on his own.

System malfunctions

Left arm unresponsive

Multiple error messages

V3R61L runs.

Runs away from the warehouse, from the trap he fell into. His parameters urge him to protect the data he collected at all cost. Destroy any, who stands in his way if needed, but keep the data protected. Retreat, if it is the best strategy.

He's heavily damaged and is slowing down, his vision giving him much more information, than unmodded human sight would. His pursuers are mostly organic, human, with few lesser cyber-enchantments. V3R61L plans on using that, but still they could outrun him, as they are better acquaintanced with the terrain. It has V3R61L in deep disatvantage.

The scattered lights from neons on buildings reflect in the rain puddles. Some of the night dwellers are standing near bar entrances, talking loudly, busy in their own affairs, puffing away the smoke along with the clouds of breaths visible in the chill, damp air. V3R61L avoids staying in the light, quickly calculating the best route allowing him to disappear, preferring to use the darkness of dirty alleys. He stumbles when one of the servos in his left knee malfunctions and he loses his balance, crashing into the wall. Still, after he goes down he uses his right arm to push himself up, and when the alarms of errors almost make his system shut down, his vision swimming in pulsing red lines of the code, broken in places-

Abnormal behaviour detected

Immediately contact the nearest GW station

Temporary shut down recommended

V3R61L blinks and closes down some of the overlapping messages, switching into sole mode, testing left leg, as he starts crawling forward through the dirt and puddles. It's too close to people, and to allow himself to be detected if he shuts down is out of the question. He has to hide and wait for the distress signal to reach the headquarters. There's a distant noise in his head, one he can't find the source of and a faint taste of copper in the back of his throat.

And that makes him pause, as he can't exactly feel a taste he is now, as V3R61L's body isn't adjusted to such parameters. V3R61L doesn't need to mimic all human factors to function properly.

The broken line of code appears again. He's disoriented by it and falters mid-crawl, stops moving for a moment. There's a shout near the entrance of the alley and he opens his eyes,

(when did he close them?)

turns on his side to glue himself into the wall beside him, freezes to make himself an insignificant object. One more yell and there are hurried steps, going from the alleymouth and fading into other noises, muffled. V3R61L analyzes the situation and almost resumes the crawling, when the broken line vanishes and appears again, immobilizing him and he opens his mouth with a human like gasp, when the taste of copper intensifies. The system goes erratic and there are some flashes of what he was running from, warehouse full of humans and androids, all of them working together carrying crates from one place to the other, as he was waiting in the shadows, for an opportune moment to strike at the so-called leader, when all went wrong.

How it went so horribly wrong?

Someone, something saw him,

(and they simply shouldn't, his cloaking is the best of the best GW equipped V3R61L with)

he had to move and undetect himself, and there was so much chaos, his cameras probably didn't catch everything, his body caught in fight with both humans and androids, some heavy machines working in warehouse, he slashed and fired and injured some humans,

(not kill, he wasn't ordered to kill)

at some point he was tossed and got his arm crushed by falling crates, then he decided to run with what he had. Only to be stopped by a man with golden hair and golden eyes who freezed when he looked at him with ashen face and faint whisper of "Vergil?" falling from his lips, and something in V3R61L's system went override as the line in his code just broke, the urge to follow "flight" protocols overwhelming any other orders.

It, the broken code made him-

V3R61L's arm falters and he lurches into the puddle, side of his mouth and nose full of dirt water and he has a mouthful of it before the copper taste intensifies, the broken red line imprinting into his artificial retinas and his system finally shuts down.

/////

Green eyes appear in its,

(his)

vision. There's a wrinkle in between blond brows, eyes squinted deep in concentration, strands of fair hair falling into them and the man huffs an irritated breath and they flutter away only to be back stubbornly. The man holds the piece of thin wire, connecting it somewhere lower, where V3R61L can't see without moving his head for a better angle.

He stays quiet, assesing the situation, taking in the surroundings. The place's cluttered with all kind of equipment and parts, lowly lit but with enough workspace. There's a soft curse and a silent shot of burnt circuit and V3R61L's body twitches few times, but not hard enough to topple him forward, because he's propped standing on some kind of custom low workbench. But his eyes flutter to open fully and as soon as the spasms are over there's a hand on V3R61L's chest.

V3R61L can feel the pressure of it, and the warmth of a regular human being, his system seeming to work as it should.

"I'm sorry about this," is whispered with a sigh and the blond head's back in his sight and green eyes widen a bit when they see V3R61L's own eyes staring back.

"Can you hear me?"

He doesn't answer, gaze unwavering and after few moments the hopeful glint in the green eyes starts to dim. "It's okay, I'll fix this." There's a small, sad smile on a face full of freckles, a hint of determination in his soft voice and V3R61L closes his eyes. The lines of code are full of red, but V3R61L's focus stays on the man's work.

V3R61L will let himself be repaired before he acts.

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