#tabris x zevran

[proffbon]

DAO when you romance Zevran as an elf

[jaderavenarts]

A casual stroll about town between the Warden and her assassin 🥰

The no blood version below the cut but what's a walk around DAO without ending up covered in blood after a few minutes lol

[inquisimer]

For a da4 prompt that doesn't involve rook: tabris and zevran in antiva meeting with lucanis (forcibly, or willingly) to discuss the future of the crows if he (dares) take over >:)

EHEHEHE thank you for this one blue, I had a lot of fun with the Pondering™️bioware give me more lucanis info STAT tho

for @dadrunkwriting | 1249 words, tabris/zevran, mild da4 spoilers

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The bed was empty when she woke. Ariya rolled over, stretching in the residual heat Zevran’s body had left between the sheets. Curious, she slipped upright and pulled his shirt about her shoulders before padding out between the stained-glass doors he’d left ajar.

There was a messenger raven perched on the balcony rail. Zevran stroked its neck idly, considering the missive it’d brought.

“What does the Inquisition want now?”

He chuckled lowly, drawing her against his side. “Not the Inquisition, amore.” His breath ghosted over her ear as he pressed a kiss to her mussed up braid. “An old…well. Not an old friend, but an old something.”

“Oh?”

She felt his smile against her temple. “Don’t worry. You’ll like him, I’m sure.”

-

The party was abuzz below, guests too deep in their cups to be bothered by the heavily perfumed smoke that the Prince was pumping in the place of air. Ariya detested the habit, personally, but there was no accounting for taste. She could still taste the barest hint of the false berry flavoring from her perch on the roof, legs swinging above the hazy murk.

“Took you long enough,” she said.

“Well, it’s not as though my presence could go unnoticed,” Zevran said.

“It could, if you wanted it to.” Ariya flipped over her back, eyeing the man her lover had brought with him curiously. He sized her up equally, with an expression as hard to read as her own.

Not that she’d expected anything less. She had plenty of experience with the Crows by now.

“May I present—“

“Don’t you start,” Ariya scowled, cutting him off. Zevran kept her titles in his hip pocket, like favors to be handed out. But there was no need for that here. She straightened her shoulders and nodded once. “Ariya Tabris. There’s a slew of things he could say, but simply know I’ll cut your throat if you step even slightly to the left of where we expect you to be.”

Zevran’s friend smirked. “I like her.”

“I told you you would,” Zevran chuckled. “Amore, meet Lucanis Dellamorte, heir to the First Talon and fugitive from his grandmother’s expectations.”

Ariya glanced Lucanis up and down, appraising in the context of rumor. “Pleasure, I’m sure,” she said.

“It always is,” he smirked. Ariya raised a brow in Zevran’s direction.

“Lucanis is in the unique position of both power and dissatisfaction,” Zevran purred. He closed the space between them and caught Ariya’s hand with his own, brushing a comforting kiss across her knuckles. She relaxed, if only because she knew he would not give his back to someone he did not trust to keep their daggers from it. “You know how I love to manipulate the circumstances.”

Ariya turned his line of thought over in her mind. “You said Caterina is the one we cannot touch.”

“I did.”

“So?”

“You cannot take Caterina down as you have the others,” Lucanis said. He flicked dirt from his nails nonchalantly with a stiletto dagger. “But that does not mean she is beyond your reach. For instance, if she were to hand power over willingly—“

“To someone she openly trusts,” Zevran finished smoothly. He gave Ariya a pointed, knowing look. It was hardly a secret across Antiva: Lucanis would inherit the Crows. Oh, Illario would gripe about it, loudly, but there was no one Caterina trusted to take over the reins other than Lucanis.

“All of his recent contracts have been against the highest ranking Venatori,” Zevran offered quietly, “Even to the delay of Caterina’s summons. Sounds…familiar, no?”

Ariya looked sharply at Lucanis. He seemed bored, on the surface, but with years’ practice reading Zevran, Ariya saw the tension in his shoulders, the tightness at the flat corner of his mouth, the extra press of his fingers into the grip of his dagger.

Her own mouth went flat. Maker, what the Crows did to their children. But wasn’t that why they were taking them down?

“So, what? You take over the Crows and…let them fall into nothingness? Seems like Caterina is as likely to stop us then. She’ll hardly be without resources when she steps down.”

“The Crows understand hierarchy, and orders,” Lucanis said. “A few pointed orders and Caterina is vulnerable to his blades, or yours, in a way she will not be as long as she commands.”

“And then what?” Ariya repeated.

“We stop them,” Zevran said, holding up a palm against Lucanis’ impatience. “Hold, please. She does not know the Crows as we do. Amore,” he took Ariya’s hands between his own, soothingly, “whomever controls the First Talon controls the guild. That’s not to say there will not be danger, from the lesser Talons’ attempt to take over, but we can manage that.”

He slid his hands up to cup her face. “First Talon controls the contracts; if they say no recruitment via slave markets, the lesser Talons will comply. If they say we only take anti-Venatori contracts—“

“Racist, blood mage assholes,” Lucanis muttered.

“—the lesser Talons will listen.” Zevren swiped his thumbs along Ariya’s cheekbones. “This is a chance to bend the Crows to our purpose, amore, instead of burning them to the ground.”

Ariya pursed her lips. But she wanted to burn them to the ground; for what they’d done to Zevran, how they’d raised him, how they’d molded him and bent him to purposes that corrupted his heart—they deserved to fester into ashes of nothingness. And she could only imagine they’d treated Lucanis with as much kindness, if he was here, conspiring with them.

But—it wasn’t her axe to grind.

She covered Zevran’s hand with her palm. “They do not deserve your mercy.”

“It is not mercy I offer,” her lover countered. “I come for them as I always have. They will change, or they will die. That is no different.”

“Might save you a bit on the dry cleaning, though,” Lucanis offered. Ariya regarded him coolly around Zevran’s shoulder.

“And why would you agree to this?” she asked. She knew the rumors of his displeasure with the life, though they were a well kept secret, and she still had trouble believing it. It was one thing for Zevran, who had plenty a grievance with his former employers. Lucanis was a prince of the guild, raised in all the luxury that implied, despite the pain. She had trouble seeing his intentions as genuine.

“Power isn’t all it’s chalked up to be,” Lucanis shrugged.

“So, why not just disappear?”

“I loathe wasted potential.” Lucanis smirked. “I may not want Caterina’s power, but I would be a fool to cast it aside entirely, given…recent events.” He laughed bitterly. “It was she who taught me to manipulate a situation to my advantage, after all.”

“And what is your advantage in this arrangement?”

“I don’t have to lead the Crows,” Lucanis said bluntly. “As they are, anyway. And no one attempts to murder me for refusing my birthright.” He dragged a hand through his hair. “Even if I do nothing, they will come for me, either because they see plotting where I have none, or because they cannot abide one who turns his back on them. I must be proactive, or suffer a lifetime of looking over my shoulder.”

That she could understand. Satisfied, Ariya tightened her fingers where they tangled with Zevran’s and pulled herself taught against his chest. Thus comfortably settled, she regarded Lucanis over a jutted out chin.

“Well then. What’s the plan?”

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used this picrew for my first characters and their romances

Krishnuu Tabris x Zevran Arainai 

Amant Hawke x Anders

Ashaad Adaar x Iron Bull

and my 2nd inquisitor and his warden-predecessor :D

Duran Aeducan x Morrigan

Pylor Cadash x Dorian Pavus

[knife-eared-jan]

In other news, to get some distance on DATV and DAI after the whole drama, I did something very different... I turned to DAO lol.

Zevran is going to trigger such a gay awakening in this repressed goody two-shoes, if I ever get around to playing him! A gay awakening that is going to include blight magic and a lot of murder!

Be glad I'm going to be occupied with Solavellan until the Veilguard launch, bc you're about to become so unhinged my sweet boy!

(Yes the biblical fallen angel thing in the name lol)

[shivunin]

For the record, Zevran changes his last name to Tabris at some point, even though they refuse to publicly admit they're married

[necromosss]

I miss my Warden & Zevran so much and I thought 'lmao what if I made their child as my Rook' and when i checked on the years its possible to do so and i went a little nuts so

yep💖

[marduksstuff]

I REALLY LOVE ROMANCE WITH ALISTAIR

[sinizade]

Wake up babe, new Zev art just dropped

[zei-ord-art]

in the dappled light

[felixora]

Zevran and Tabris 🗡️

Was requested by andersisms on twitter

[milton-chamberlain]

My Rook, June De Riva, whose parents are Zevran and a Grey Warden!!!

I thought that my Tabris, due to certain events, might have thought that the child was killed, but in fact, the crows took her. Tera and Zevran have come together and broken up many times over the years, for various reasons, but one day I think another crow came for Zevran, and it turned out to be June.

[radiantlightxx]

Is it casual now?

[lgvalenzuela]

Zevran and Lucanis have the normalest dynamic

[iggywithdreams]

Oh can you imagine that ✨family dinner✨ (someone will end up drunk and speaking of politics and it’s not going to be Zevran)

[julsera]

Attack on Lowenhe, @leopersephone 's Tabris!! (you can find them on twitter)