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[zevraholics]

This was a fun project a few of our event organizers put together in 2021. After ZevWarden Week 2023, think we're due for an update 👀

Greetings from the Zevraholics! We got curious about the state of ZevWarden shipping on AO3 in 2021, so we spent a little bit of time researching. Then “a little bit of time” turned into “a lot of time” because stats and graphs are fun.

Some notes:

[1] This category includes both works tagged, “Zevran Arainai/Nonbinary Warden” as well as “Zevran Arainai/Warden Origin” with no gender specified. Unfortunately, AO3′s tag wrangling system currently doesn’t let users sort by the “nonbinary warden” tag. Instead, this tag gets lumped in with all other works where the warden’s gender isn’t specified.

[2] We separated canon characters from original characters so that the original characters could be further subdivided by gender.

Multi-ships were outside the scope of this analysis. There are just too many permutations to search them all effectively and rank them. If you’re feeling determined to research, we’d love to see your findings!

[m-m-m-myysurana]

ZevWarden Week 2021  Day 3: Mabari

Did I really just draw a meme for a prompt? Absolutely. 

Look at that smug puppy.

[laughingpinecone]

Dog beats boyfriend to best hugging spot; boyfriend improvises! A warrior can lift them both...

[waxworks1992]

cleaned up some old rough sketches of two moments i really wanted to see explored further, namely 1) zevran/surana reunion after the events of awakening and 2) during here lies the abyss... it tears me up that zevran is the only LI who can be with the warden while corypheus’s false calling is happening :’(

[salinemahariel]

Zevwarden week 2021 Day 3: Magic!

wardens thoughts on magic and some good emotional support!! i think theres a fun intersection between zevs experiences and mahariel warden. here they are!!

[kellanswritingblog]

Day 5 of ZevWarden Week: Jealousy

@zevraholics

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?”

[naiatabris]

ZevWarden Week Day 1: Homesickness

Happy ZevWarden Week 2021 everyone! The Day 1 theme was "Homesickness," so here's a drabble featuring Zevran with Aedan Cousland. Read more about Zev and Aedan in "Honey and Salt" (which might be my very favorite thing I've ever written).

__________________________ “What about these?” Aedan asked, gesturing towards a sleek pair of brown leather boots.

Aedan fought his rising frustration as Zevran ran his fingers down the boots and gave them a look. The same disappointed, dissatisfied look that he’d given every single pair of boots in the Denerim marketplace. And for the life of him, Aedan could not understand why.

“Zev, you’ve got to have new boots. The ones you’re wearing are mostly patches at this point.”

“You are right, of course,” Zevran sighed. “And these are less offensive to my vanity than most.”

“But you don’t like them.” Aedan crossed his arms. “What’s wrong with them?”

“Not a thing, my Warden,” the assassin admitted with a sigh. He shook his head ruefully. “I fear I am comparing every pair to one I will not find in a marketplace stall in Ferelden. Before I left Antiva City, there was a pair of boots I had my eyes on. Antivan leather, perfect craftsmanship. Ah, I was a fool to leave them behind.”

Aedan rocked back on his heels in surprise. He’d been given a pair of Antivan leather gloves once, a small gift to the youngest Cousland from a merchant family currying favor with the Teyrn of Highever. He’d mistaken them for silk when he first laid eyes on them--they had been vividly dyed, beautifully stitched, buttery-soft. Suddenly he understood why everything Zev had found so far was coming up short.

“Oh. Yeah. We’re not going to find something like that in the Denerim marketplace.” He sighed. “A year ago I would have taken you to the nice part of town. There are shops there that sell Antivan leather goods. But I don’t think we have the coin for something like that.” The idea of not having enough coin for something he wanted was still strange to Aedan after all these months. Strange and annoying.

“Even if we did, my Warden, you might be recognized in the nicer parts of the city, no? As a former assassin, I feel I should tell you that being recognized is not desirable for a man with a bounty on his head.” Zevran signalled to the vendor and pointed to the boots. “These will do.”

“We’ll get you a better pair after the Blight,” Aedan told him as they left the marketplace, the boots under Zevran’s arm. “Hell, I’ll hire a boat and sail us to Antiva City. You can get the real thing.”

A startled expression passed across Zevran’s face. “I--hm. That is a pleasant thought, Grey Warden. You and I, together in Antiva City. The scandals we could cause!” He cleared his throat. “But alas, the Crows are vigilant, and not forgiving. I fear it will be some time before I can set foot in my homeland again.”

Aedan suddenly felt very stupid. The boot thing wasn’t really about the boots, was it.

“You miss it?”

Zevran smiled. It was not his usual confident smirk, but a wistful little curve of the mouth that didn’t quite reach his eyes. “Will I offend your Ferelden pride if I say yes? That I miss a properly spiced meal served with Antivan wine, and the lillo flutes of the minstrels, and especially the dreadful smell of the leatherworks near my apartment?”

“Hell, I’m starting to miss it, and I’ve never even been there,” Aedan admitted with a huff of laughter.

An imagined future danced in front of his eyes--a future where Aedan Cousland was important enough, powerful enough, to take Zevran wherever he wanted to go, Crows or no Crows. He almost said something about it, almost made a flowery promise about how some day he’d take Zev back to Antiva and anyone who tried to stop them would regret it.

But he’d learned pretty early that talk about a future together made Zev uneasy, so Aedan kept the plan to himself.

“Come on,” he said instead, pointing at a narrow alleyway. “We can’t afford Antivan boots today, but there’s a wine merchant a few streets over who might have some Antivan red.”

[icy-warden]

ZevWarden Week 2021 Day2: Gifts @ zevraholics

Now, when the preparations are complete, he hesitates. 

Vergil’s aware that Zevran isn’t skirmish about things like that, but he’s not entirely sure how he’ll react when Vergil tells him what he wants from him. 

Maybe he’ll think it’s too much. 

Something that Vergil could control with his magic if he chose so. Not that he will, not without a serious reason. But, what if he’ll think Vergil wants to control him? With so much stigma surrounding blood magic it’s natural for one to be wary. Zevran has never openly judged him for using it, though he isn’t privy to his real thoughts about it.

His hand hovers above the box, fingers twitching. No, he won’t think it’s a chain if Vergil explains everything, step by step. 

/////

Vergil can’t read the look on Zevran’s face - he’s calm, eyes on the silver necklace that he’s idly playing with. Watching him being silent, the doubts that the idea is a mistake come back with a force. He shouldn’t assume Zevran’s neutrality on the matter is the same as acceptance when it’s about his business.

He smothers the urge to shift when the quiet extends. It seems he miscalculated and now it’s too late to take back what he proposed. Still, he should try to minimize the damage and-

“So, I’d be able to locate you thanks to this, without using magic myself?” Zevran isn’t looking at him, focused on the shape of an empty vial.

Vergil clears his throat, “Everyone has a bit of magic. You’re using it when you need it.”

He glances at him, “I'm sure you noticed I don’t shoot sparks from my fingers.”

“But you easily blend in with shadows when you don’t want to be noticed. Or heard.”

“I’m just that talented.”

Vergil bites back the ready retort, steering the conversation back to the original track. There will be the time to talk about his theories of non-magic users that use it casually in everyday life. He learnt that magic comes in many forms, not only as flashy bits.

“It also should work as a, let's say, health meter. The coloring of blood would say much about physical state.”

“Such as?” Zevran sounds intrigued and Vergil hopes that not all is lost. At least he’ll know how it works.

“For now it’s possible to read two stages - alive and dead. The blood turns black when it’s owner perishes.

“You’ve done your research.”

“I have experimented a bit. Mice. It works on living beings with blood.”

Zevran watches him, thumb rubbing the vial, silent again.

Vergil starts to regret his decision, again.  “Obviously, you can think about it. Or don’t have to do it if you’re not sure. It’s just a precaution.”

“Just a precaution?” The sharpness of Zevran’s voice startles Vergil. “From what you’ve told me, you’re giving me the means to track you down whenever I wish. We’re both dangerous men and this,“ he holds the silver chain in his fist, the pendant with the vial dangling above the table. “In wrong hands, is the best satinalia gift for whoever wishing to bring you harm.” 

He’s speechless for a moment, their eyes locked on each other, the atmosphere heavy.

“I give it willingly.” The feeling of shame rears its ugly head as Vergil almost hisses his next words, “I trust you to keep it safe. If you don’t want it, say so, I won’t push it on you ever again.”

He looks away, ready to get up from his seat and away from the entire conversation. And he thinks himself an intelligent man. He should have known it would backfire like that.

“How much blood?”

“What?”

“How much do you need for this to work?”

Vergil eyes Zevran warily, leaning back on his chair. “Half a vial. I add mixture of lyrium and charge it with magic.” He watches Zevran biting his lip, shoulders losing some of the tension. 

“And it works for me as well.”

He nods. “You don’t have to be active mage to use it.” Vergil props his arms on the table as he shifts forward. “I can promise the exchange won’t hurt you.”

Zevran’s face softens, eyes trailing the lines of his neck. “We’ve done something similar before.” 

Confused, Vergil looks down as Zevran's hand reaches his sternum, the warm weight of his palm resting in the middle of his chest. Right above the necklace with his earring. Vergil curls his hand over his, keeping it for a few more breaths before one of them speaks. 

“I want to see how you make them.”

[antivan-beau]

The Heart’s Cartography

Zevran/Male Surana, T, 2171 words (complete)

"Actually, I had something else I hoped to give you. If I may."

"What? But I've got nothing to—"

Zevran waived him off. "The gloves? The boots? All those gold and silver bars you somehow couldn't think of a better use for? Don't worry, dear Warden, I'm still happily in your debt."

For Zevwarden Week 2021 Day 2: "Gifts."

After years in this fandom I finally published some wholesome, self-indulgent, ordinary Zevran shipping content about my own Warden. I am blushing, truly. Read on AO3.

[olliwrites]

CHARACTERS: Zevran Arainai, Terron Mahariel

RATING: G

CHAPTERS: 1 of 7

WARNINGS: None

We know the drill, come get your ZevWarden juice. @zevraholics

Zevran and Terron both need some getting used to different climates.

Day One: Homesickness

Reblogs > Likes!

[zevraholics]

ZEVWARDEN WEEK 2021 is here!

What is it? A week (August 1st - August 7th) of creating new content, sharing it, and celebrating the wonderful ship of ZevWarden!

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, August 1st: Homesickness

Monday, August 2nd: Gifts

Tuesday, August 3rd: Mabari

Wednesday, August 4th: Magic

Thursday, August 5th: Jealousy

Friday, August 6th: Insufficient Skill

Saturday, August 7th: Reunited

For the sake of double fun, we took each prompt and gave it TWO spins, one slightly spicier than the other. ;) Choose whichever inspires you, as many or as few as you want. Or take the base prompts above and give them your own spin.

Tag your content with #zevwarden week 2021 or tag us on your post and it’ll be reblogged here.

***Any art found to be whitewashing Zevran will not be posted

Sunday, August 1st: Homesickness “I only wished to poke fun at your homeland. What other sport is there for a transplanted patriot?” What cultural challenges does Zev face in Ferelden? What does he miss about Antiva? Does the Warden do anything so obnoxiously Fereldan that Zev can’t help but laugh or poke fun at? And vice-versa? Does the Warden ever do anything to make Zevran feel closer to home? Some proper Antivan Brandy, perhaps? What about the contrary, when they are in Antiva?

[Homesickness: spicy twist] “I have some roots from home that you may chew if you need energy.”

What else does Zevran bring from home-- massage oils, libido-increasing potions, aphrodisiacs (would they be called that in Thedas, tho? :thinkies: )? Do you have a HC for what an Antivan milk sandwich is? Do you HC Antivans as being more physically affectionate than Fereldans?

Monday, August 2nd: Gifts “No one has simply... given me a gift before. Thank you.” How does gift-giving go in your canon? Which comes first, the gloves or the boots? How does Zev react? What other gifts does the Warden give Zev, canon or not? Does Zev give the Warden any non-canon gifts in return? How does the earring gift go over with your Warden?

[Gifts: spicy twist] “No dinner? Flowers? Gifts of lethal poison? (Chuckles) You spoil me.”

Do Zev and the warden have special, romantic nights? Candlelight, flowers, dinner, gifts of lethal poison as he says? Do they ever give each other sexual gifts? Maybe specific acts, positions, toys or outfits?

Tuesday, August 3rd: Mabari “We have dogs in Antiva. They run in the streets and eat garbage.”

What do you HC to be Zevran’s opinion on pets? Is he a cat person, a dog person, something else? How is his relationship to the Warden’s mabari? Does he play or talk or spend time with the dog just for fun? Does the mutt sleep with the Warden and Zevran in their tent? How does Zev feel about that?

[Mabari: spicy twist] “In Antiva, we hear that Ferelden men cannot sleep without a dog in their bed. Is that true?”

What it says on the label: are Zev and the warden animals in bed? Do they do it like Fereldans do it (oh yes we do mean Mabari style)? Who likes getting on all fours and getting a little rough and kinky?

Wednesday, August 4th: Magic “It’s not true that mages can turn someone into a toad is it? That’s just a myth yes?”

What did Zevran use to think about magic? What do you HC his experience with it was? What about the Warden -- Are they a mage, or familiar with magic? Does traveling with the Warden change Zevran’s opinion on magic? What about that famous, collective-HC of the Veil coming down and all elves becoming mages in the near future? How would Zevran (and the Warden) deal with it?

[Magic: spicy twist] “And is it also true that when the moon swells to fullness, the mages of the Circle gather at the top floor of their tower and, naked under the stars, make love to each other?”

From creative uses for grease spells to the infamous lightning trick, the rumours of a mage’s performance in the bedroom certainly spread far and wide. How does Zevran feel about magic tricks mixed with sex? If your warden is a mage, is this something they play with? Has magic and sex ever gone comically (or catastrophically) wrong?

Thursday, August 5th: Jealousy “Jealous? Haha. Not I, no. But one does not need to be jealous to be leery of rushing headlong into... complicated situations.”

Do you HC Zevran as being jealous of the Warden? In what circumstances would that feeling arise? How does the Warden handle it? What about the contrary: is the Warden ever jealous of Zevran? Is their relationship open or monogamous? If they are in a poly relationship, is there ever any conflict with their other partners? How do they settle those conflicts? How do they make it work, what conditions do they set up?

[Jealousy: spicy twist] “Indeed! The more, the merrier!”

Zevran is very sexual and flirty. Does his “excessive experience” make the warden jealous? How does your warden feel knowing about Zev and Isabela’s past encounters? Does your warden participate in a threesome with the pirate queen and Zev? Or perhaps a foursome? How does it go - exciting? Awkward? Does it make them jealous or vice-versa?

Friday, August 6th: Insufficient Skill “It cannot be done.”

We all like to joke about the fact Bioware forgot to give Zevran any starting points in lockpicking, but nonetheless, this is a matter for HCs: Do you HC Zevran as struggling to pick locks? Did he really lie to the Warden after the ambush? Does your Warden know how to pick locks? Do they teach it to Zevran? How do they react when they find out Zevran can’t do it himself? Or do you completely disregard the game’s silly stat issues and instead HC that Zevran can pick locks just fine? Maybe a head-canon in the middle -- some reason why he can pick certain locks and not others?

[Insufficient Skill: spicy twist] “It did seem as if you just got going when all grew quiet. You are... feeling all right, yes? Perhaps you are tired?”

Or perhaps the poor warden was woo-less, as it were? ;) We at the Zevraholics corner do love when things go comically wrong in sex, so of course we’d ask: is “insufficient skill” ever an issue for Zev and the Warden? How do they handle it? What about the hardships of their life on the road -- Are they ever too tired (from marching or fighting) to have their tent time?

Saturday, August 7th: Reunited “When I return to you, not even sharp razors will be able to separate us!”

Inevitably, Zevran has to go deal with Crow business and they are separated while the warden handles darkspawn in Vigil’s keep. How long are they apart? Do they send letters back and forth? Is meeting up again passionate, heartfelt, or even awkward? What do their lives look like afterward? Is it a short meeting followed by another long separation or do they stick together?

[Reunited: spicy twist] “You remain in my dreams. Especially the naughty ones.”

Considering the hints he makes in the letter he sends to the warden, what is that first night in bed together like? Do they even make it to a bed? Do they send each other naughty letters in the interim detailing their fantasies for when they finally meet again? Or maybe their reunion is a tender romantic moment revelling in being in each other's arms at last?

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We will soon update the tag list to reflect this year's prompts, but please make sure to take a look at it + remember to tag your works accordingly. We can't wait to see all your wonderful content!

[laughingpinecone]

A belated "homesickness" for Zevwarden week! They both have complicated relationships with their homeland and bond over the messiness. They're just them, here and now. (occasionally, an incoming mabari is known to uncomplicate feelings)

[waxworks1992]

happy zevwarden week to all those who celebrate

[salinemahariel]

Zevwarden week Day 5: Jealousy!!

featuring my cousland and silly banter.

[kellanswritingblog]

Day 3 of ZevWarden Week 2021: Mabari

@zevraholics

Nelka peeked into the bedroom, curious just how late Zevran was going to sleep, when she found a surprise.

This man, this stubborn man, who always said he hated dogs, 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.”

“You were,” 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…”