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[littlelionwriting]

Male Companions and Parenting

Here is some headcanons for the male companions (and Zevlor) for Baldur's Gate 3. This is a continuation of the Pregnancy headcanons I wrote previously. If you want to request anything just send me a DM!

Zevlor

His son is a spitting image of him except for his eyes, his eyes are your eyes.

When he holds him for the first time his son's tail wraps around Zevlor's wrist and he feels like his heart will burst.

He's a strict parent but he makes sure that his child knows that they are loved.

He wants to be there for everything, every step, and every word. He wants to be involved.

If his son starts to become interested in weapons or fighting it gives Zevlor a heart attack. He doesn't want that life for his son.

But seeing how important it is to him, seeing how his eyes light up when he is fighting, Zevlor makes sure he is properly trained. Nothing but the best.

He will constantly tell his son how proud he is of him.

"You should have seen him today, Sweetling. He was great. He will be amazing." Zevlor sat on the edge of the bed, looking at you with a grin on his face. "Our family is amazing."

Wyll

When he holds his daughter for the first time, he feels like laughing. His wonderful, beautiful daughter who looks like the perfect mix of the two of you.

He is the dad who has tea parties and helps paint her nails.

Wyll would gladly take her with him when he goes to train, showing her how to properly hold a (dull) blade the moment she is big enough.

He cannot tell her no; she doesn't even bother to ask you for something when she can go to Wyll instead and get what she wants.

The first time he sees his teenage daughter in a proper evening gown for a ball his heart drops cause he knows she isn't his little girl anymore.

He's not the best dancer but he does his best to teach her how to show up everyone on the dance floor.

"Darling, do you see her? Doesn't she look marvelous?" Wyll's eyes go from the dancing figure of your daughter with some noble's son to you as he takes his hand in yours. "Maybe we should take the hint and dance ourselves."

Astarion

His handsome son with his silver hair and red eyes but your skin color.

He is the only one who can get your son to stop crying as a baby. Not even being held by you can quiet the wailing child.

His son may be a troublemaker from the moment he could walk but Astarion would only encourage it. Very much an 'As long as you don't get caught' way of parenting.

Would have no qualms about teaching him how to pick locks or how to use a dagger. One must always be prepared according to Astarion.

He does not like his child being out at night without one of you, even as he gets into his teenage years. If he isn't home by sundown Astarion is ready to go out searching for him.

Astarion makes sure to encourage his son in anything and everything he wants to do. He would gladly buy the world if that is what was asked of him.

"He did well today, Lover. You would have been proud of him." You hummed softly in acknowledgement, not looking up from your book as Astarion walks over to where you sit in front of the first. He smiles before bending over and laying a kiss on the crown of your head.

"Of course, he's your son."

Halsin

When your twins are born Halsin swore they would ask for naught. Holding them both in his large arms to his chest as they slept.

Your son looked like you but had Halsin's hair and eyes while your daughter looked like a clone of Halsin just with your eyes.

Halsin learned early on to keep an eye on them, from the moment they could walk they were running off into the forest. They would often come home covered head to toe in mud.

He makes sure to teach them to respect all creatures, even the gross and icky ones.

It is not uncommon to find one of them on his shoulders. In fact, they often would fight over who got to ride on his shoulders so he had to make them take turns.

His son takes after his father, bringing home random critters much to his father's amusement.

His daughter is on the quiet side, liking to stay by his side and enjoy nature more than the company of people.

Would be over the moon when his daughter felt the call to being a Druid and his son a Ranger.

"You are so proud, Halsin." You walked to his side, taking his large hand in yours, rubbing your thumb over the back of his hand.

"More than you could ever know, my Heart."

Gale

Gale loves his daughter from the moment she is born but he is not a baby or toddler guy.

When he is left alone with her for the first time as a baby you come home to both of them crying.

He does his best which includes taking said daughter with him to any lectures he gives and when she babbles, he acts as if she is answering or giving input.

"Excellent point, Darling! Now, to continue..."

He makes sure she is dressed properly for whatever the weather and makes sure she is always in style.

Tara is her favorite babysitter hands down and Tara is more than happy to follow the young Miss around.

The first time she tells you and Gale she has a crush on someone you have to hold Gale back from threatening the poor soul with a fireball.

Gale makes sure to teach your daughter how to be proper and that includes how to rip someone to shreds with their words.

Gale puts a huge emphasis on education, he will make sure that she has the best tutors and will even tutor her himself if she asked.

"She is doing simply amazing, Dearest. You would never guess she has only been studying for a few years. I say she will soon surpass all the others in her class!" You gave your husband a soft smile as he continued to sing your daughter's praises, happy as can be.

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[forgeofthenine]

Hello! Might I request a little spicy spice about inviting Zevlor to spend the night with you at the camp party? (Goddamn Larian, why fill our camp with all these hot tieflings and only allow us to bang the companions)

Of course you can Anon! I was going to do a full fic but it wasn't quite working how I wanted so this is kind of a mix between headcanons and fic? Either way, I hope you enjoy :)

NSFW ahead, gender neutral reader and no warnings needed

Seducing Zevlor at the tiefling party

Zevlor would definitely be a bit of a wallflower for the party

He's hanging back watching everyone enjoy themselves while nursing a drink

It's obvious to him how everyone is near throwing themselves at you, so imagine his surprise when you come up to him batting your eyelashes and holding his bicep

You're either tipsy or just drunk off the atmosphere around you, and Zevlor can't tell if you're actually coming onto him

Everyone else can see your infatuation from a mile away, however

Once you do manage to lead him away from the group it's all too easy to pull him into a kiss by his collar

He freezes for a moment before kissing back

When he does kiss back, his hands finding a firm grasp on your hips, it's magical

After this it's shockingly easy to get Zevlor into your bed

Just give him a little reassurance that he's not too old for you, that he is the one you want

It's not surprising that Zevlor absolutely wants to take things slow

You both could die any day, he wants to enjoy this night with you to it's absolute fullest

"The bed isn't too uncomfortable for you, I hope?" He asks, eyes showing concern as hands help you lay back on the fur lined mattress.

"Zev, relax, it's fine." You grin, helping pull down his button up shirt, revealing lean muscles that shift with the tieflings every move. A small sigh leaves Zevlor, helping you kick off your pants, sitting back on his heels his eyes roam your scantily clad body.

Your hand meets the back of his neck, pulling him down till your lips barely brush. "Now, can we get to the main event?" You breathe out, feeling his fingers play with the waistband of your underwear.

"I could never deny you."

I feel like Zevlor wouldn't pull out too many kinks if it's your first night sleeping together

He'd definitely lavish attention on you, there's no way you will leave the tent without being thoroughly kissed all over

Zevlor would also insist on going down on you, his head finding its home between your legs

Pro tip, tug on his horns

The way he moans will just vibrate through you, it's glorious

Once he feels you're both thoroughly prepared and already quite satisfied is when he'll actually have sex with you

The way he slides in is agonizingly slow, a low moan leaving you as every bump and ridge slips into you. Zevlors lips are on your shoulder, body draped over yours as he carefully thrusts right into the hilt, his hips meeting yours. Sharp teeth brush over your skin as the tiefling lets out his own sigh, pausing at the way you clench around him.

"Oh, hells. I won't last if you stay like this..." Zevlor murmurs against you, hands smoothing over your skin to relax you. Every time his body shifts, so does his cock inside you. Adjusting to the way he stretches you is a task in itself, the burn slowly fading with each passing moment.

"Please, fuck me Zevlor-" Your words are cut off with another loud moan as his hips move, the hellrider easily finding a pace for himself as he thrusts into you.

Let's be real, this tiefling is so pent up

Zevlor will happily fuck you all night once you get him going, with short breaks in between

Like any true gentleman he'll ask where you'd like him to cum though his preference would definitely be inside

Once he's fucked your brains out Zevlor will pull you to lay on top of him, this man is clingy after sex

You'll feel a tail wrapped around your thigh and the deep rumbling purr from his chest, don't worry about getting cold either seeing as tieflings run hot

Everything you had tonight may be gone tomorrow, but everything feels okay when you fall asleep in Zevlors arms

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[darkenedurge]

𝐓𝐨 𝐀𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐎𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟.

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CONTENT : Fem/Tiefling Tav | P in V Sex | Oral (M & F Receiving) | Age Difference | Anxious Zevlor (poor, poor oathbreaker) | Tiefling Party ! (yay!) | Making Love | Confessions/“I love you”s | Creampie ✌🏻

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"My dear, surely you don't want to waste this party speaking with an old paladin?"

The younger tiefling's tail swayed behind her, like a coy kitten – a swish, swish, of subtle annoyance. Her brows furrow, and Zevlor almost wants to laugh at her blatantly obvious distaste toward his words.

Until, he doesn't. Because her next words, barrel into his chest like a freight train.

"There are things we can do besides speak, then." And she's serious. Completely, intently.

He can't catch his breath, splutters and stumbles – his wine, fortunate to still swill within its chalice confines. With a cough, and an uneasy chuckle, he offers a light, but dishonest shake of his head.

"You don't like me?" She asks, disheartened – and, painfully so. Her eyes have softened, expression twisting with regret. Zevlor panics.

Panics a little too much. An admittance falling all too hastily from his mouth, "I do! I really do. Since the very moment you set foot through that gate.."

Light, within her eyes once more. Still, she remains wordless, awaiting further explanation. Such, she deserves, he supposes.

"It's just.." A pause, "It's been a while."

Her hands unexpectedly find his, being careful not to tip his drink for a second time, "I don't mind. I want you, Zevlor."

As if there weren't enough heat, torturously lingering between them already..

Her words, the very smallest grace of her touch, sends blood rushing below. To where it shouldn't be, arguably, but it's there all the same. And it's dizzying. Zevlor opens his mouth to once again force her away, lips parting. Yet, what leaves is a quiet, "Then, please."

With a tug, she's dragging him out, away from the vicinity of camp – whipping past watchful, knowing eyes. For a brief, brief moment, Zevlor wishes to disappear. That's until he's tumbling backward onto a bedroll, grass licking at his ears, as her mouth finds his.

And, by the Gods does she taste incredible. Sweet, like ambrosia. Like every piece of Elturel, of what he'd lost, returning to him in one, fell swoop.

His hands settle on her waist, thumbs tracing circles against her clothed skin. Her hand, on a horn – tracing the ridges with an adventurous fingertip. The other, is already palming him – earning an unrestrained, whimpering sound.

He's never been wanted like this.

"Patience," He murmurs, as she breaks for air, "I want to savour every bit of this.. if you'll let me."

She considers, before giving a small, affirming nod – "How do you want me? This is your night."

With a shred of mustered confidence, he succeeds in rolling her onto her back – beneath him, as he had been for her. Hunger, need, dances within her irises.

"No, my love, it is not.. you're our hero, after all. And, I'd like to taste you." His fingers hook beneath the waistband of her camp garments, slipping them down with ease. She doesn't wear underwear to bed, it seems.

Or perhaps, this was an exception for him. That thought, only made him all the more hard – near painfully so. He neglects his own needs for now, parting her legs with gentle encouragement.

Zevlor dips his head, being mindful of his horns, nose burying in her cunt with no sense nor need of patience – his tongue, quick to gain a taste of her. The sweetness of her forces a guttural growl rumbling from the back of his throat, and her hips arch – one hand back, upon a horn. The other, nestling in his hair.

He's slow, to begin with, tongue swirling her clit with expert technique, and with patience. His resolve is strong, until his name whines past her lips – hips rolling. Then, and only then, does he further his pace, the pressure of his tongue increasing tenfold. His name, again, again, again.

"Zevlor," She moans, cries, "Zevlor, I can't–"

“You can, my heart,” He lifts his head, only for a split-second, “Cum for me, be good.”

A few, additional, incoherent murmurs pour from her mouth – until a flurry of gasps, and pitched moans interject, her orgasm riding mercilessly through every nerve and limb. Zevlor steadies her shaking thighs with a tight, yet not harsh, grip – lapping up her juices, supping one, last taste.

Zevlor grant her a moment – peppering kisses up, down her thighs as her breathing steadies to a regular pace once more, despite the occasional hitch as his teeth graze her skin.

“You did so well,” He praises, following her unspoken lead, as she guides him against a nearby tree – sinking to her knees, “You.. you don’t have to do this, my girl.”

She doesn’t reply, but rather ignores him, the cold night air of spring breathing against his cock as it’s pried free – sending a shudder, coursing through him. Her thumb runs over the ridges, that line the length of his shaft, and he almost buckles – clawed fingers grasping at tree bark to re-steady himself. The notion earns a small, adorable breath of a laugh from her, before the entirety of him disappears within the cavern of her mouth. Her tongue teases the tip, cheeks squeezing the length of him. He could’ve cum at the snap of her fingers, at the first, instantaneous press of her tongue against his cock. But he holds back.

Her efforts are swift, clear that her favour was merely in order to prepare him for her. Prepare herself, to take him. She releases him with an audible ‘pop!’, and gazes up at Zevlor – doe-eyed, pupils blown wide with blaring desire. “How do you want me?” An echo, of a question she’d prior asked, before he was gifted the taste of her. The divine taste of her.

Zevlor’s head is reeling, and there’s an unintentional silence as he considers his options. The colour in his cheeks darkens, “Would it be.. old-fashioned of me, to ask for missionary?” A following silence, accompanied by her smile, “I just.. I want to see your face, my girl. My pretty girl.” His hand, caresses her hair upon the words that leave him, and her eyes briefly flutter.

“No,” She replies, catching his wrist, and pressing a kiss to the inner-side – “I think that’s lovely, Zevlor.”

Her words are cemented, as she’s on her back once more – her shirt rid from her body, rolled and placed beneath the small of her back as a makeshift pillow, leaving her bare before him. His breath catches in his throat, admiration ghosting across his expression. Lowering, their hands conjoin in aiding Zevlor out of his armour – his gaze cast aside, shy.

“You’re incredible,” She breathes, hands now tracing the expanse of his stomach, bumping over the ridges that adorn his skin – mirroring those on his cock. His eyes squeeze shut, still shy, but he smiles.

“Are you ready, my heart?” He then asks, clinging to the courage that allows him to look in her eyes, allows him to cup her cheek – thumb running over visible freckles that littered her skin. She nods, tail winding around his leg. Zevlor swallows, thickly, his tail mimicking her own – spreading her legs as it wound.

“I hope your tail speaks truth,” He utters, as he lines himself with her slick, pleading entrance, “I wish for nothing more than to be your mate. Beyond this moment.”

“It does,” The words are spoken in a sharp gasp, as he sheathes himself inside, her walls fluttering graciously around his cock – “I’m yours, for as long as you’ll have me.”

“Forever,” He pants, hips pistoning at a far quicker, and harder, pace than he’d anticipated, forehead coming to rest against hers – horns gently bumping, “Forever, my heart.”

Her moans slip into tandem with his thrusts, and she clings to him in any way she possibly can – cunt, impossibly tight around his cock, nails pressed into his skin, tail still wound around him. The sounds of their sex is embarrassingly loud, unrestricted. Zevlor’s name rolls off of her tongue like a prayer, and he can’t see himself lasting much longer.

To which, he announces, voice cracking, breaking, “I won’t.. I’m not going to last..”

“Then, don’t,” Is quipped in reply, in speedy succession, a kiss pressed to his lips – “Cum for me. Cum inside me.”

Zevlor’s eyes widen, the knot that coiled within his abdomen beginning to snap, “You’re sure?” – the question is strangled from his throat, hips still driving relentlessly into her.

“Yes,” She whines, “Yes, yes, yes, just– please.”

And who is he, if not a man, living to please his partner? Zevlor allows himself to tip, or rather crash, over the precipice – filling, spilling his seed into her with a shuddering cry of release.

They remain, for a minute or three, within one another’s embrace – kisses planted upon Zevlor’s shoulder, before her lips are stolen by his, tongues dancing in perfect unison.

“I love you,” Zevlor rasps, before interrupting himself with yet another, sloppy kiss, “I love you so much, my darling.”

“I love you too, Zevlor.”

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[reverieblondie]

Could I request headcanons for Raphael, and Zevlor with shy gn s/o?

Of course! We can't forget those two! Hope you like it, it did these ones pretty quickly. Last bullet point is NSFW.

BG3 Men with shy gn s/o part 1

Raphael

When his eyes first saw you he couldn’t help but smirk, taking advantage of such a timid little mouse, it was just so easy… However, Raphael was pleasantly surprised when despite your shy demeanor you were surprisingly strong-willed. He always enjoyed a chase… Though you were a person of few words, you enjoyed his poetic ones. You could listen to him for hours practicing his veiled words and he would gladly perform for you. Who wouldn’t love being admired, even by a meek mouse? 

Raphael relishes in watching you squirm and blush. All he seems to have to do is a smile or say a teasing pet name towards you. Loves the way your body heats up and shudders as he tempts you with honeyed words. You know you want to be his, how well he would treat his favorite pet. One way you have found to turn the tables and make him the speechless one for a change is to take the poetic words he spoke to you and twist them towards him. He loves a quick wit and the sound of his twisted words from your shy lips. 

Careful, he claws and bites. If he’s got you where he wants his little mouse he will mark you at every opportunity. Hickies and bite marks litter your once pristine skin. Your back and sides are decorated with raised red lines from his long nails dragging over your body. You are his and he wants to make sure you and everyone else never forgets that. Once you're feeling bold enough you will try and persuade him to let you mark him. Normally he would refuse if anyone would suggest such a thing, but you are his favorite… He will smile at you as he slowly tilts his head to the side to expose his neck to you simply saying, “You can try, little mouse…” 

A date with Raphael is surprisingly tame, thank goodness for your meek heart. A simple game of lance board is what he would suggest for the evening in his House of Hope. Loves to watch you take your time accessing your next move, biting back his smile as you fall into the trap he set. When you lose he says the loser now has to give the winner something, Don’t worry this time it’s not your soul. Raphael has something a tad sweeter in mind. 

A slow tsk will leave him as you start to shyly bounce and grind on his lap. You instantly still when you feel him swat your ass. A low groan leaves him as your walls tense around his cock buried deeply within you. The winner decided he wanted his cock warmed while he reviewed some contracts. Be patient little mouse he will deal with you soon…

Zevlor

Being a person of a similar nature, you two would instantly have a connection. Nothing but a perfect gentleman when you first met him, thanking you for helping his people and the grove with a bow of his head and a shy smile to match your own. You two will just be drawn to each other, often finding that you two have wandered into proximity of one another, getting closer and closer as the days go on. Sure you two have your differences but you can just understand each other so deeply and can provide the other with what they need so perfectly. It's like the match between you two was destined by the gods. 

Zevlor would never intend to make you flustered on purpose but he seems to do it quite often by accident. The main cause of your red cheeks would be when you are telling him a story, rambling through your words as he listens to you intently. Then before you know it, his large hand is brushing strains of your hair away from your face. Before you know it every time your hair is slightly messy in his presence he is fixing it for you with a smile and a hum. To get him to glow red like you are currently, you will ask to run your fingers through his hair, he might just explode at your suggestion alone. As he pulls his tie from his hair he will lean towards you averting his eyes bashfully. 

Expect to get a fresh bouquet of wildflowers every morning when he comes back from patrol. Zevlor is a huge acts of service guy, if you need help with something, it doesn't matter how small he is more than willing to help. Need help changing the bed linens? He is right there on the other side helping pull them down. Does laundry need to be hung on the line? Allow him to do it for you. Low on firewood? He will spend the rest of the afternoon chopping wood for tonight's fire. Maybe he will take off his shirt for you to sneak a glimpse or two. 

You and Zevlor are not fans of busy or loud places so your dates are usually very quiet. However on some nights when you two have extra energy from the day you two will have an impromptu sparring match. Zevlor would teach you moves he learned from his time with the hellriders. If you're not well versed with a weapon he will come behind you and show you how to properly hold it. While you're wrapped around his warm arms you will have a moment of bravery and kiss his cheek. You will both be blushing by the end of the match. 

When you and Zevlor get intimate he always takes his time with you. Despite his shy nature, he has experience and he knows how important it is to make sure that your partner is prepped. His favorite way to prep you? Man has a full-on oral fixation, he is addicted to your taste and will spend as much time as he needs lapping his experienced tongue on you. Zevlor won't even think about putting in his straining length in you till you have cummed at least once, and if you must know…he always swallows. One should never be wasteful.

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[victoria-grimesss]

Can I request smut headcanons of how Dammon, Rolan, and Zevlor react to accidentally overhear his fem s/o masturbating while saying his name? She isn't aware that he was there since he was busy earlier!

masterlist ->Warning: light smut, talk of self-pleasure. ->A/N: MDNI! Sorry this one is a bit shorter than the last, some act three spoilers.

->Dammon: He was always working. You didn't blame him, since coming to the city his forge was one of the most popular in the city, but that new popularity was depriving you of him more frequently than you'd like. He worked nearly day and night, collapsing on the sitting area sofa most nights instead of your shared bed. So, you took matters into your own hands. Your hand would dive lower, and you would try your hardest to imagine it was your Dammon, saying his name enough for him to wake up and think something was wrong. Could you be ill? But as soon as he would enter the room his cheeks grew warm, and you grew embarrassed. The air was stiff before you spoke, "Dammon. I-" You were quite at a loss for words, now feeling your cheeks heat up from his stare..which was getting darker and more piercing. He would brace himself on the door frame before speaking. "Darling. I didn't realize how often I have been working. You need only ask and I shall be at your side." You sit up in bed, blankets bunched to your chest. "Well, may I ask for you by my side then?" "You wish is my command."

->Rolan: You had very little time for anything romantic until lately. The goblins, druids, shadow-cursed lands, and Kethric Thorm were all so much. But city life proved itself adequate and calming for your nerves. Rolan has been working the front desk as Sorcerers Sundries and was not due back until well after sundown. Closing up the shop and ensuring all magical items were securely locked away. You had found yourself in bed, hand underneath your night-dress wishing he were here instead. Wishing he were touching you and caressing you just the way you craved. You could vocalize such since he wasn't home, well you thought. He was exhausted when he arrived home, just wanting to crawl into bed and forget about the day. Until he approached the door to the bedroom, your breathing was quick and he stalled with his hand above the doorknob, heart racing and nearly all of his blood leaving his head. He hears his name from your lips, once, then twice. He nearly topples over his own feet entering the room. "Gods, it's about damn time you arrived home." He would give you that charming smile, already stripping himself of his shirt. "Now get over here will you." "Say no more my love." It was quite a spectacular way to relieve his stress.

->Zevlor: Appointed leader of the teiflings, the journey had not been kind to anyone and now the lingering threat of being kicked out of the grove you had just entered had not helped anyone's stress level. Zevlor most of all. As his partner you oversaw what he couldn't and even for you that was a lot. The food supply, the children, your own well-being. The stress was becoming too much and some well-deserved relaxation was calling your name. The cold of the cave you and Zevlor dwelled in was nothing like the heat of home. A small, secluded corner was what you call a “bed”. Some blankets and bedrolls padded the floor to provide some comfort and you savored the feeling of finally being able to relax. Atleast it was secluded, no others slept in the same cave luckily. You tried to be quiet but any small noises were amplified in the cave. One of them being Zevlor's name. You hadn't realized he had come back, earlier than you thought. Until you were spotted by him and the two of you shared a beat of silence where you felt like you were under a spot-light. "If you'd like to be left alone for a moment I can step out." By now you were just frustrated in more ways than one. You wanted to share the bed with your lover, but you knew how stressed he must be. "Zevlor, I'd rather spend some time with you but I didn't want to take you away from your responsibilities. I didn't want to seem selfish." He waved a hand, as if you were saying nonsense. "It is I who is selfish. There are plenty of people available to take my place on the wall but I stand up there neglecting you when you need me the most. Tonight I am yours, no war, no disruptions, just us."

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[parvulous-writings]

Could I request headcanons for Wyll, Dammon, and Zevlor react to his short gn s/o asking him to sit down after asking for his permission to kiss him on the lips?

Summary: Absolutely!!

Warnings: Nothing! this is just fluff!

Notes: I know these are quite short for how long they took, and I do apologise! My mind is currently on another BG3 project, which I hope to be made available soon! Requests are still being worked on, though! My requests are currently open! My pinned post (found here) contains both a list of characters I write for, and a masterlist!  Original character list - please request for these too!

Wyll

"A kiss from you? How could I ever refuse?" Wyll is always sweet when it comes to affection between the two of you. He absolutely loves kisses, and is always a gentleman about them.

When you ask him to sit down, though, he's a little taken aback - he's used to you either standing on tiptoes, or simply leaning down to kiss you. He obliges, though - somewhere in the back of his mind, he thinks it's more sweet than anything else.

He doesn't sit, per se, he gets down on one knee for you instead - if you ask about it afterwards he'll just give you "Well, an honourable knight kneels before his suitor, hm?" As a joke - knowing that most see him as a typical 'knight in shining armour' figure.

He really likes the idea, though. In his head, it's like you're viewing one another as equals in this small act of intimacy, which he is all for!

He likes it so much, he actually begins to do it more of his own accord, just so that you know he's always thinking of you too.

Dammon

Dammon always blushes when you ask to kiss him. He's a huuuge fan of consent, of course - who isn't? - He just gets flustered by the sweet tone you always take with him.

It's not that you even need to ask him - he often tells you after you ask "You know you never actually need to ask me that, don't you?" It's not a slight to you, but more a reminder that he trusts you. He trusts you wholly, and completely.

When you ask him to sit, though, he's... A tad confused. You've never asked him to do that before, normally you just press a kiss to his cheek or jaw and that's your kiss, until you snuggle together later on.

He doesn't argue too much, though; sitting on a stool he often kept nearby for breaks in his work. He doesn't have to wait long till your lips are pressed against his - and it makes him shiver. He has to admit, when a more dominant side of you shows... He loves it!

Zevlor

Zevlor is a little confused at first when you ask him to sit down, and you can see it flit across his features for a moment. But, he doesn't say anything in protest, and quickly does as you ask.

As you start to sit on his lap, he begins to chuckle - a deep rumbling in his chest that he can't help. He had assumed, of course, that him being sat down was to help you get to his lips easier, but he hadn't expected you to go and sit on his lap.

Not that he'd argue with it, of course. He absolutely loves sharing affection with you, in whatever way it comes. Being able to hold you close to his chest as you pepper his face in light kisses has definitely become a personal favourite of his though...

It soon becomes almost common place for him, at the end of a particularly long day, to sit down and wait for you to come into the same room as him, at which point, he'll lightly pat his leg, inviting you to come over to him and share some much needed affection. Of course he doesn't get upset if you say no, he'll just smile and lean back to catch a moment of respite.

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[multi-fandom-imagine]

Day 19: Size Difference

Fandom: Bauldrs Gate 3

Character: Zevlor

Warnings: implied p in v, Zevlor has a big dick and he’s tall. Reader is climbing this man, light fingering, tail play?.

A/n: I apologize for how short this is 😩. And for how bad it is.

The moment you entered a relationship with Zevlor you had a feeling he might be large but the first time you had sex with the man you didn’t expect for him to be so large.

It felt good, you felt full when he would make love to you and when he pulled out you’d feel empty. Not to mention the foreplay, how he’s tower over you. His thick fingers roughly working your pussy, to get you ready for his cock.

Like now,your body draped across a table. Nails digging into the wood. Zevlor’s body pressing into you. Your lover fully clothes while you were bare, your skin heated as you waited for what was to come.

“You’re so beautiful” he whispered against your neck, his fangs grazing your skin. His tail wrapping around your thigh as you felt it brush your slit, teasing the clit. “But you are not quite ready for me.”

A deep moan escaped your lips as you bucked against his fingers in and out of your pussy. You could feel his hard cock brushing your thigh, your eyes closing with anticipation, you couldn’t wait for him to make love to you.

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[starlettechild]

⊱𝓛𝓾𝓶𝓲𝓷𝓸𝓾𝓼 𝓟𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓵𝓼⊰

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CONTENT: SMUT! MDNI & 18+ CONTENT BELOW THE CUT! After the defeat of the elder brain, Tav begins to need some extra protection. There is one oathbreaker more than happy to take the position. ( noble x knight dynamics )

⚠️TWs:⚠️ : Implied feminine reader, but they/them pronouns are still used. AFAB anatomy, sexual/explicit content. Zevlor is kind of in heat. ACT 3 SPOILERS!!

NOTES: im sooooo normal about zevlor im soooososososos normal

its good to be back everyone! hopefully ill be able to post more of my writing! feels so nice to be doing this again

Throughout the entirety of Zevlor’s life, he has known battle. The taste of iron and ash in his mouth as he pushes and pushes forward. A relentless march forward towards death. It was the life of a Hellrider. But Tav - to him, they were a light in his darkness. A gentle hand that cleaned the blood of his face and armor. He thought his life was destined to be full of fighting - blood always following his every steps. But never had he imagined someone would fight for him, fight with him, and win. The defeat of the Elder Brain brought a shuddering peace to the city. The destruction in its wake was evident, some damage unrepairable. Yet each rise and fall of the sun over Baldur’s Gate, Zevlor could see the city come back to life. His people began to repair themselves and set out for more.

Yet he couldn’t. Leaving Tav, this person who was his own personal religion, the fuel of an imaginary oath. Their favor was like a divine blessing that coursed through his infernal veins, carried him through battle with ferocity. Fueled by the desire to see them again. So when the offer came up to serve as their own personal knight in the new (deserving) luxurious life they lived, he could not refuse. Tav had companions scattered across the planes, but they wanted to fix the city. An intimidating force in the court that was slowly being reformed and revived, a respected hero in every street, and a survivor of the impossible. Who wouldn’t want someone like that to help lead this city to a new era? But of course, this called for extra hands and extra bodies to help assist their cause, and who was better than the old Hellrider who lived and breathed to protect those he loved?

The miracles of them are racing through his head as he stands in-front of the large oak door to their room. The armor he wears- commissioned and crafted by Dammon just for him by Tav - shifts with each of his nervous movements. It’s been quite some time, and he still hasn’t adjusted to being in such a persons presence. A sharp inhale through his nose, and he knocks against the door. Wincing at the loudness of the sound his gauntlet makes against it, an unheard apology falling from his lips. He stands there and awaits permission to answer, his anxiety increasing as each second ticks by and there is no response.

“Tav? I hope you don’t mind, but I’m coming in.” The door opens slowly, and his eyes rake over the place for signs of distress. His heart beats rapidly in his chest.. but suddenly, it slows, when the scent of lavender and cashmere hit his senses, the door to their washroom slightly creaked open. A sigh of relief escapes him, quickly replaced by panic when he realizes he has no place in this room as they wash. He’s about to make a quick escape, before he hears their voice. It dances along his spine. He can wear the most finely crafted armor, but that voice will still put him to his knees.

“Zevlor?”

Their voice calls to him, bouncing off the walls of the washroom. “I am.. so sorry, Tav. I thought something had - had happened. I’ll leave right away, and I’ll even understand if you no longer want me to serve-” He’s about to keep rambling on to them, but their laughter cuts him off, and Gods does it make him want to go to war just to hear it again and again and again.

“Actually, could you help me with something in here?” He feels like he can’t breathe. Maybe this armor is suffocating him..? He’s getting too old to walk around in such things. Or is the thought of being so close to Tav in a washroom that’s suffocating him? But his feet are betraying him, moving forward before the “Of course.” is muttered. His hand shakes as he slowly opens the door, shutting his eyes out of decency. Though it takes every ounce of his will power to do so.

Tav sits in the bath, their bare back glistens with water, steam swirling around their form. Zevlor, ever the romantic, thinks they look like a Siren poking their upper body from the waves. And he is the enchanted sailor. They turn their head to the side to glance at them, and Zevlor wants to sculpt their side profile like they are his muse. Perhaps they are. Perhaps they will be.

“I can’t but this balm on my back myself, could you lend a hand, Commander?” Zevlors heart skips a beat behind his armor at the old title. He worries if he shakes anymore out of desire, his armor will rattle and disturb the Master of this house he now serves like a sworn in knight. He can only give a nod to them, removing the heavy gauntlets. He gives a frown to his hands, his claws. He feels like a cursed creature reaching out for the Divine. But can one even as vigilant as himself resist, when they beckon to him so sweetly? Call to him when he has dreamt of it night after night?

He covers his fingers in the flick balm, rubbing it on their back. It’s going to be the death of him. Touching them like this. He feels he may pass away, when they arch their back into his touch. Letting out a pleased sigh. He wishes he was some sort of wizard, so he could some how save the noise. Listen to it again, and again, and again. His racing thoughts are cut through when he hears them speak to him.

“Zevlor, can I be very honest with you?” He can see their expression. Weariness. Expecting something.. something sad. “Always.” He manages through gritted teeth, biting back the words “let me go first. I want you in a way I haven’t wanted anyone before.”

“There was another reason I wanted you to work with me. I’ve always.. admired you. In a way more than appropriate between noble and knight. Adventurer and Commander.” They glance down into the water, fingers wafting through the milky bath water.

Zevlor has died. He thinks he has. This must be The Heavens. Something good he doesn’t deserve. But they said they were honest, and the pain in his chest from how fast his infernal heart beats is grounding. There’s no pain in heaven. He must be alive. This must be real. There is no way he can communicate this to them in words, so gently he takes his hand, settling behind them, tilting their face up to his. Staring into their eyes, asking if this is okay. Saying that if he is to kiss them here and now, he may never be able to stop. And their own eyes respond in kind, saying to him, “never stop.”

Then he kisses them, and Gods, does it drive him wild. As if their lips were coated in a strong aphrodisiac. Sweet and soft. His eyes flutter shut, hands finding their bare waist. They kiss him back, and he feels special, knowing that they want this just as much as he does. But still, he pulls away, asking them, “Are you sure?”

“I have never been more sure of anything.”

And then he is kissing them again. His own chest vibrates with something similar to a primal growl, weaving his hands and their still wet hair and pulling the impossibly closer, memorizing the shape and taste of their lips. Perhaps it is the forbidden topic of a certain tiefling cycle, but Zevlor can feel his composure slipping, his neediness below his waistband growing impossibly harder. It may be so just by kissing them after such a long time serving them as their knight, lusting for them during long nights, is enough to send him into an early rut. They can feel it too - breaking the kiss, their leg gently positioned in between his legs and pressing against him, his head falls back against. The old paladin is already puddy in their hands, heavy breaths and low moans spilling from his lips with every movement they make. Their knee brushing over his member over and over through his pants is enough for him to lean in, nuzzling the crevice of their neck and try to manage words between heavy inhales and choked moans.

“I won’t last. Please.” He confesses. He’s finished to the thought alone with his own hand. The real thing is almost too much for him. An overwhelming pleasure being served to him in the steamy washroom of their mansion. He crumbles in the hands of the one is sword and new oath belongs to. And this, he thinks, is what it must feel like to have a true Gods favor.

Yet Tav seems to be a merciless God this evening, replacing their leg with their hand. He jerks upright, his tail swishing back and forth. The rut brewing in him snaps like a string, and with arms strong enough, he lifts them onto his lap instead. A light aired gasp leaves their lips, and he wants to drink the sound. His hips grind up into their own member, and their back arches, letting out music of their own.

It makes Zevlor feral.

“I need you. Now. Please.” He swallows heavily, closing his eyes as if praying. His jaw tightening with the pounding feeling of lust, banging on the walls of his mind and lighting his body on fire. All for them. It is all for them. Their naked body is a sight to behold when be opens his eyes, truly taking in the art before him. Slick skin, glossy and fragrant with the smell of a floral bath mixture. Divine. Truly, divine. His mouth moves up to their neck, kisses trailing down, drinking their skin. His teeth graze along their sensitive flesh, aching to bite and mark upon his lord/lady/sovereign. His cock twitching every-time he feels them tremble against him, their slick thighs right where he wants them.

May his sovereign never lift a finger - his own hand moving to undo the waistband of his pants, sliding them off and away. Their eyes take him in, sitting on the edge of the pool-like baths marble. His eyes take them in back, questioning if they are ready for him. It’s almost pitiful, they think. His erection looks almost painful, throbbing and stiff against his ridged chest. But Tav has practiced with their fingers to thoughts of riding their knight, so they take a steady inhale, and sink down onto his cock.

Zevlor bows his head, hands shooting to their waist, letting out a shaky sound of bliss. They feel his pants against their collarbone, before they feel something a little more intense. Teeth sinking onto their skin, biting. Claiming. His desperation drives them wild, and he can tell, taking a hiss of air in when they clench around him.

The commander, in his most feral state, still values them having the ropes and steering the wheel. He stays still, even though he wants to thrust up into them like an animal - he resists the urge. Letting them set the pace. After all, he is their knight.

Slowly, with moans of their own, does their body work up and down his shaft, hips rising and falling. And fuck is Zevlor done for. Their heaven is nothing he could imagine. The intensity they make him feel could almost send him to tears. His hands tighten on their waist. A reminder of what he once was. That the man they now ride was a Commander.

Tav flutters against him, letting out the sweetest sounds. Like a siren, he is mesmerized. So he jerks his hips up to match their movements, and their hands claw down his back, his name leaving their lips. He loves it. So he does it again, and again, and again, tell the pleasure he brings them is enough for them both to already by near their climax.

“Hells. I’m close.. Gods.” He rasps out, feeling the heat inside him become too much. “Finish with me, Zevlor.” Such a demand drives him to the edge, his movements becoming more erratic. Hitting that spot inside them that’s enough to make them scream. His orgasm washes over him like an electric shock, praising their name as he finishes like a chant. He feels theirs cover his shaft too, and he makes a note for later to make them come undone on his tongue to make up for the wasted nectar.

Their thighs tremble against his, not departing from the intimacy, but instead resting their chest against his still panting chest. Listening to the beat of his heart and the way he tries to catch his breath. Hearing the slightest glimmer of an oath in his body, a surge of power.

To serve and be with them until the world ends, and he is too broken and bloody to stand.

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[dustdeepsea]

“Here—” You hand him the pair of silver gauntlets, well-kept and freshly polished. Zevlor stares at the armour pieces in his lap for a long time, tracing the joints and segments. “You kept them,” he says, finally.  “I hold onto everything.”

Everything that does not bend, will eventually break.

Or, “Tav fucks Zevlor’s paladin oath right back into him”.

This was supposed to be just a fun, smutty, and short reader-voted fic. It turned into me pacing around my rooom, and staring out windows pensively, as I wrestled with my gross, messy feelings about Zevlor.

Many thanks to @littleplasticrat for beta-ing and helping me with the pacing!

Benediction

Fandom: Baldur's Gate 3

Rating: Explicit

Relationships: Tav/Zevlor (Baldur's Gate)

Additional Tags: Loss of Control, Rough Sex, Tail Sex, Penis In Vagina Sex, Mating Bites, Oaths & Vows, Fix-It of Sorts, POV Second Person

Read on AO3 (4,122 words)

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[light-purp-insect]

A Hesitant Rest (Zevlor BG3 x GN unspecified Tav)

Notes/warnings: SFW, fluff, domestic feelings, mentions of other companions, Astarion being himself at the end, not beta read, sleeping together (literally), slight depictions of anxiety, slight nudity (undressing in the company of another person), very light spoilers, possibly fast paced? (Read author's notes below for context), very little dialogue

This was just an excuse to write something in two days to finally put another fic on my blog, as well as hopefully an introduction for fans of Baldur's Gate 3 to send asks.

The fire of the camp was on its last embers, the bright hot orange ashes going into the sky but no crackle left. It made the little clearing have such little lighting, the only main source being an occasional lantern or candle left out near a tent before their inhabitant went to bed. That or Karlach’s internal workings giving a glow through the thin fabric of her tent, but that was always to be expected. Speaking of, I don’t even remember why I’m still up. It's not like anyone will attack us, I’ve noticed very few creatures are even interested in us. But then again, I couldn’t be certain. For all I knew, there could be a bear that wasn’t Halsin or perhaps a crazed Drow or–

You notice the dull red tip of a pointed tail of your tiefling friend, Zevlor, twitch back and forth. His eyes scanned the camp and the outskirts of the trees until falling onto you. You could see the initial shock of realizing you were awake melt into delight. The bowl of food next to him had gone cold a while ago, but so did yours. He motions for you to come closer with a hand, and you oblige without much convincing.

Eventually you find yourself on the ground next to him in silence. Your hand in his, more for his comfort than trying to be cuddly, his tail begins to become more alive. In particular his tail went from nervously flicking in the dirt to being pressed against your side and the tip swishing to pat your thigh.

“Have you been sleeping well?”

“I'm afraid not, dear.”

His voice sounded a little defeated. He had gotten older and the stress of the loss of several Hellriders still was fresh in his mind. In his mind he still felt terrible, no matter how many times you tried to convince him it wasn't his fault for having his mind essentially possessed. To be honest he wanted to sleep next to you, you knew how to handle him the best.

“I have a few extra pillows, would you-..?” He doesn't finish his sentence, hoping you would be able to take his hint. To reiterate his question, he points to his tent with a clawed finger and tilts his head slightly. Once again you oblige to his silent offers. With a slightly pained groan, he gets up from the ground and guides you away towards his tent.

Much like he had said, on the rather rudimentary mattress was a few extra pillows and an old woven blanket for the both of you. From the inside, he turns and closes the fabric flap to the tent and begins to shuck the light armor from his body. The old leather falls unceremoniously to a little corner as he stretches his back with another groan. His tail slowly swishing around behind him as he continues to undress, giving you some privacy as you do as well.

Within a short time, he has stripped down to his old and worn boxers, the hoary fabric ripped slightly along the waistband and one of the side seams had been hastily restitched quite a while ago. His once lean body had gotten softer in some areas from age, of course still having to be well maintained from his previous years of travels. He had a few pink scars littering his figure, but nothing that looked particularly gnarly or uncomfortable to live with.

Eventually he turned back to you, giving a small smile that made his nasolabial lines more visible. He had bathed next to you a few times, so you weren't anything especially new to see in little clothing. He hunkers down on the poorly made mattress and waits patiently for you to follow. “It's been a little while since I was last able to sleep next to someone.” He muttered before looking away.

When he felt the bed sink under your weight, he looked back up. His gaze softened every second you were close. He needed this, something to comfort him tonight. The two of you languidly lay your heads on the pillows, and Zevlor momentarily readjusts himself so he wasn't laying on his horns.

As the two of you lay under the covers, eyes closed and silent, you feel the dull edge of a clawed hand. Did Zevlor want to hold you? It wouldn't be anything particularly out-of-the-ordinary, after all you had been through with this adventure. From under the blanket you guide his hand against your side. He gives a thankful huff in response.

And then, something you hadn't even thought he would do had happened. You had a feeling he wanted some contact, but now he had his arms wrapped around you and cradling your head to his chest. He smelt like the leather of his armor and had the faintest hint of smoke, probably from staying by the fire for so long. The tiefling languidly entertwined the both of your legs together, finally finding the warmth he so desperately craved. And you let him, he deserved something soft for once.

“Thank you, darling.” He purred– not in a lustful or lecherous way, but an actual feline-adjacent pur. You could feel by the blanket that his tail was sleepily wagging, clearly delighted you would let him have this. A pair of lips press to the crown of your head and stay there. You finally speak once again, wanting him to hear your voice before he drifted off to bed. “You're welcome, Zevlor.”

-- -- -- --

As the pale elf came back to the camp from his feeding, he instinctively decided to check the tents of his other companions. Gale, Wyll, Karlach, Lae’zel, Zev– oh. Well, at least he wouldn't need to check your tent tonight. He grined at the awfully sweet sight of the both of you asleep in the other's arms. He had a feeling he would tease one of you later, but he would allow you to rest before so.

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[obsidian-jaw]

Headcannon that Zevlor is someone who is really good at small, thoughtful gestures because he listens carefully in conversation to note anything you need or like. And rather than proclaiming out loud that he'll take care of it for you, he will find The Thing you need/miss/etc on the DL. Then he leaves it for you like a cat leaving you a mouse he caught to show he listens/cares.

Short scribble on this, taking place after you meet him and during the events in the Grove in Act I.

A Thoughtful Gesture

After he's done giving the last of his orders, Zevlor leaves the gate to take a quick walk around the Grove. It's been a tough day, between the druids and the goblins, and he needs some quiet to steady his thoughts

He lets the beaten path guide him around the cave and through part of the woods while he ruminates on the day. There is so much to consider, so much he worries about. So many people to take care of.

His thoughts halt as he comes across a cluster of shrubs laden with perfectly ripe raspberries, and Zevlor immediately recalls the conversation he had with you last night after dinner

When you casually mentioned how much you love raspberries, and the spark of joy in your eyes he just barely caught when you did

Without hesitation, he removes an empty pouch from his belt and begins to gather the berries, delicately plucking the most perfect ones. Just for you

He has zero ulterior motives, no need for reciprocation or recognition. The sheer thought of your happiness is the only thing driving him in this moment

A smile tugs at the corner of his mouth. Just knowing how excited you'll be brings him some level of comfort in this trying time

Later, when you return to your tent, you see the small leather pouch on your bedroll and regard it with slight confusion

When you pull the draw string and see the pouch's contents, you are overcome with many things - surprise, excitement, disbelief, nostalgia among them

But mainly you feel appreciation. In a world full of monsters and ill-intentioned people, there is still some semblance of kindness out there. You feel so lucky to experience that in this moment

And not even just kindness. This gesture was catered specifically with you in mind

You don't even need to question how they got here or where they came from. Because you know exactly who left this for you, and it fills you with a certain warmth you haven't felt in a long time

#bg3 zevlor #zevlor #bg3 #zevlor x tav #zevlor x reader #zevlor x you #zevlor hc #ivy writes

[forgeofthenine]

Would love some Zevlor tail hcs like you did for Dammon? Maybe some nsfw? 👉👈

I am happy to provide! Here we have a small selection of both SFW and NSFW Zevlor headcanons, hope you enjoy!

TW: very light impact play, very light bondage (with a tail?)

Zevlor tail headcanons

SFW

So, I feel like Zevlor would be a bit shy with his affections at first

He's an older gentleman and he can't quite understand what you see in him

What's the best way to show him how attractive he is to you? Showering him and his infernal traits with affection is certainly a good way to start

Stroking over Zevlors tail absentmindedly when it's nearby, telling him how cute it looks when his tail gives away his mood, ask him if he could wrap it around you in some way, little things

Zevlors tail is surprisingly expressive too. It hangs and drags when he's in private and exhausted, it lashes behind him when he's agitated, and it lifts as the rest of him perks up every time he sees you enter the room

After a while I can see him starting to wrap his tail around your ankle when he's standing next to you. It's a subtle reminder that you're there, choosing to be beside him despite everything

Over time Zevlor gets more and more comfortable with you touching it, even seeking out your affection on his own

Trail your fingertips over his tail, so lightly that you can hardly feel the way he shivers under your touch, and Zevlor will realise just how in deep he is

NSFW

I won't sugarcoat it, it's going to take some coaxing from you for him to bring any sort of tail play into bed

Zevlor can be a bit of a traditionalist and he's honestly still a bit scared of it being too much for you

If you let him know how attractive you find the idea though, he'll be willing to experiment a little bit

One way I think he'd introduce it is by wrapping his tail over your shoulders when you go down on him. Zevlors hand in your hair, the firm weight of his tail over your shoulders encouraging you to go down further, and the praises leaving his parted lips between pleased sighs

He'd be okay with a bit of holding you in place using his tail too. Tail wrapped down the whole length of your leg, warm and sturdy as it pulls your legs apart and holds them exactly where Zevlor wants them

He really can't get enough of the way you look all spread out like that

Finally, and I realise this is a little out there but after reading it somewhere else it's stuck with me, sometimes there's some accidental impact play using his tail

When Zevlors agitated, tail lashing behind him, a firm palm in the middle of your back pressing you into the bed and then suddenly... You feel a light sting on your thigh

He pauses when he realises what happened, tail freezing immediately, and he leans in close to ask if you're okay. The question of "Do you want to stop?" Is already on his lips and if you want to give him a heart attack, then ask him to do it again

Zevlor will try it for you, with just a little bit of hesitation, and he'd be pleasantly surprised to find out just how much fun the two of you can have using his tail

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[undiscovered-horizon]

Could I request for Zevlor to be persuaded by gn reader to go on a picnic & they accidentally confessed their feelings to him as they were trying to reassure him that they're happy to spend time with him?

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Zevlor is a busy man - there's no doubt about that. From the moment he wakes up until he falls asleep, the only thing on his mind are the lives dependent on him. Which isn't exactly bad, although it might get a little, well, overwhelming for everyone involved.

A wise person once said that "duty is given by others, responsibility taken by yourself". But Zevlor seems to have misunderstood that rather questionable quote and so he treats most things around him as his responsibility. It's not that he wishes to be in control, he just cares a little too much for his own good, never wanting to leave things up to fate if he can help it. And if there's someone who knows how fickle fate can be, it's Zevlor.

He's been looking progressively worse these past few weeks. His red skin began to look sickly ashy, bright eyes lost their twinkle. Once strong hands tended to lose their grip from time to time. Zevlor painted a picture of a man not only exhausted but tormented by his own mind and the awful thoughts that lie within.

Which is precisely why you've decided to take matters into your own hands. If Zevlor doesn't want to take care of himself, always saying that there's no time for such unimportant things, you will do it for him. At first, the idea elicited a rather juvenile embarrassment inside you but then you found it to be motivating. The things we do for the ones we love...

Zevlor is forced away from the scattered manuscripts in front of him as the heavy basket filled with fruit, meats, cheeses and fresh bread is set on the table with a loud thud. He lifts his gaze, only to give you a questioning, confused look.

"You look to be in dire need of unwinding," you state. Whether your plan works or not is now up to your rhetoric.

The tiefling's expression softens. A small, hesitant smile tugs at the corners of his lips. "Perhaps I do," Zevlor answers with reluctance. "But there's still much I should tend to. I can not lie back while so many have entrusted their lives to me. It's too dangerous."

You cross your arms on your chest. "Last night, when you were peacefully sleeping, no calamity has befallen your people. I think they can manage on their own for a few hours."

"We surely can!" yelled a tiefling who was just passing by.

Zevlor steps away from his desk, no longer hanging over things that probably ruin the aforementioned peaceful sleep. The turmoil inside his head is easily visible - part of him wants to stick with the worries that keep him up at night, while the other side of him yearns to lose the anxieties for one afternoon.

The tiefling look away for moment, fiery irises staring off into the distance. Then Zevlor's eyes come back to you but their softness has turned into something sombre. One way or another, there's immense doubt inside the man in front of you.

Zevlor offers you a kind, albeit awkward smile. "Still, a figure of your sort ought to have their company sought out by many more important people. Do not waste your precious time on an old man like me."

But he's going to have to try harder than that to dissuade you:

"Alright, you do have a couple years on me," you give his statement a half-hearted nod, "but that's hardly the most important thing about you, Zevlor. Why, dear Gods below," you dramatically put a hand on your chest, "wouldn't I want to spend my free time with a man whose patience, loyalty and virtue make me want to be a better person?" Your statement elicits a nervous chuckle from Zevlor. He'd be embarrassingly flustered and red in the face if it wasn't for his already fire-like shade of skin, "A man, for whom I began to feel lo-" You hang your voice the moment you realize what word almost left your mouth. Zevlor looks at you with raised eyebrows, disbelief written all over his face. Shame and embarrassment creep up on you as you feel your face heat up. Unable to look the man in the eye anymore, your gaze drops to the floor. "I didn't mean to just drop it on you like that. Can we pretend I didn't say it?"

Then, you feel a warm anxiously brush your cheek. It hangs against your skin for a moment, as though its owner is pondering his next move, before quickly retreating. "I'd rather we don't," Zevlor answers softly.

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[parkkiablah]

Peaceful for once - pt. 2 (Zevlor x Tav)

part 1 part 3

(Just Zevlor comforting tav after they had a nightmare!)

You probably had barely slept more than an hour when you woke up again. The nightmare you just had made you sit up straight in bed while letting out a short scream.

'Hopefully not loud enough to wake the others', were your first thoughts as you rubbed your face.

Your skin sticky with sweat as the nightmare didn't bring the peaceful sleep you were hoping for.

Your life hadn't been easy since you were on the Nautiloid but the pressure you felt lately to get ready for the worst fight of your life was getting unbearable.

"Are you alright?", you heard a sleepy voice say closeby.

You instantly knew who it was just by his voice alone, no matter how sleepy he sounded.

"Just a nightmare. Sorry for waking you, Zevlor."

He was still sitting on his bed a few meters away, his feet on the ground like he was ready to jump out of bed if you needed him to.

"It's no problem at all. If you want to talk about it, I'm right here.", he said quietly.

In the dark of the room you were glad for your darkvision, as you otherwise would never have the opportunity to see him like this. His hair messily hanging around his face and just seeing him without his heavy armor was something you barely saw before.

Even on the other days he kept his armor on as long as he possibly could and you thought it was just part of him being overly cautious and being ready in case someone attacked us.

The shirt he was wearing to sleep hanging loosely around his shoulders, revealing parts of his skin. Some of the typical tiefling ridges visible for your eyes as well as a scar reaching across his collarbone.

"I don't think its worth talking about it, it's not the first time I've had it.", you responded honestly.

You had similar nightmares for a while now, all related to you not being able to save your friends from whatever enemy you were fighting at the moment.

"Even more of a reason to talk about it if it's not the first time you had it." He wasn't wrong, but you felt silly for being so bothered by simple nightmares.

You let out a heavy sigh as you looked down at your hands.

"I know it's just a nightmare, I just can't help being affected by it. Most of the time I see any of my friends die as I was unable to save them. Tonight it was you who died on my dream, so talking to you actually does help right now."

You weren't uncomfortable telling him, yet it still made you feel weird. Just the thought of him dying in front of you is something you didn't want to experience.

"I'm glad to help with something as simple as talking.", he said, a smile on his face. "You know I owe you my life not just once, you never failed at saving me for sure."

"You give me too much credit for that, I was never alone when I was helping and you were not the only one I was trying to rescue."

"Stop being so humble. You could try saying you just killed the goblins to save Halsin in hopes for a cure, but you definitely didn't just stumble across me back at Moonrise towers. I know the others did tell you about me failing to guide them to Baldurs Gate safely, yet you chose to save me anyways. And yet with all of that you still apologize for simply waking me with your nightmare."

His eyes were on you while he was speaking and you know he was right.

Ever since you met him back at the grove you knew he had a good heart and you kept looking out for him.

Of course you grew fond of the other tieflings too, but there was something about him that always made you feel comfortable.

When you heard of what happened at the shadowcursed lands, you instantly knew something was wrong and you had to find him.

"Well of course I would look for you. I would never forgive myself if I hadn't tried everything."

"I hope there will be a day I get the chance to help you for once as I can't pay the debt I have with you already."

"You saved me from the bad thoughts the nightmare put on my mind tonight, so no debt you would have to pay anyways.", you said as you smiled at him.

"Your whole lifetime would have to be filled with nightmares to even get close to the amount of help I got from you, which is obviously not something I would hope for."

"So you are offering to sleep next to me for the rest of my lifetime?"

You had no idea where you found the sudden confidence to ask this, but you blamed it on how comfortable you got in conversations with him.

"I uh-..", he stuttered as obviously he wasn't expecting that kind of response. He laughed quietly but still looked down and you knew you caught him off guard. "My dear, we both know you could easily find better company for that."

"I would disagree on that.", you told him.

"Can you stop talking now? Some people are trying to sleep here! You can continue flirting tomorrow.", you heard Astarion say from the other side of the room.

"Shhhhh! You ruined their moment!", Karlach whispered and you couldn't help but laugh.

You were really glad for Zevlors lack of darkvision, so you could hide away the blush on your face easily.

Yes, they made that situation as awkward as it could possibly get, but honestly you wouldn't have it any other way.

(I couldn't stop myself from writing some more about zevlor, he seriously has my heart 😭 hope you enjoyed reading it!)

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[hrefna-the-raven]

Not just a chapter

Masterlist - BG3 masterlist

Words: 525

Summary: from the first moment you saw Zevlor, you knew that he would be more than just a tiefling you saved

Notes: just a little something I had to write to feel less awful for getting Zevlor accidently killed in my latest playthrough 😅

"Is it so obvious how infatuated I am?", Zevlor asked, rubbing his neck nervously.

You chuckled, taking another sip of your drink, savouring its bittersweet taste before you turned towards him. The camp was alive with the laughter and music of the celebration, but in that moment, it felt like the whole world had faded into the background. All that mattered was the connection between you and Zevlor.

"All your gazes, the smiles, the closeness as soon as I need you," your fingers trailed along the pattern of Zevlor's chest armor, "it's more than obvious."

Zevlor's flaming orange eyes widened as he struggled to find the right words. His lips parted, but no sound escaped. It seemed that his heart was speaking louder than what his voice could convey. You stood on your toes and leaned towards him, feeling the warmth of his breath against your skin. The air crackled with electricity as you gently pressed your lips against his. Time seemed to stand still as the world faded away once again, leaving only the taste of him and the beat of your hearts echoing in your ears.

As a seasoned Hellrider, Zevlor's world was one of battles fought and enemies vanquished. But in this moment, surrounded by the flickering lights of the laterns and the murmurs of conversations, he was vulnerable, shy even, as he tasted the sweetness of unexpected love. The age gap between the two of you was undeniably there, but it had never been a barrier, at least not for you. Zevlor had seen more years than you, had weathered the storms of life and emerged broken but stronger, and definitely more attractive if one asked you. It was the light of your gentle soul that had drawn him closer. In your presence, from the first moment you stepped into the grove and spoke to him, he found solace and the glimmer of a happiness he hadn't believe to ever experience again.

But doubts still lingered in the back of Zevlor's mind. Would this newfound love endure the growing threat the Absolute's cult was posing? Were his feelings reciprocated, or was he simply a passing fascination in your adventurous life? Zevlor's heart yearned for reassurance, for a glimpse of your true intentions. And so, before this evening ended and you'd move on with your companions, he mustered the courage to ask.

"Tell me", Zevlor began, his eyes searching yours, "is this love I feel the same for you? Or am I merely a chapter in the grand story of your life?"

You gazed at him, your eyes shimmering with tenderness. Your fingers reached out to caress his cheek, tracing the lines of worry etched there.

"Zevlor", you whispered softly, "you are not just a chapter; I feel like you are the entire book. Each page, each word, painted with the colours of my feelings for you. You are the protagonist, the hero, the one who makes my heart soar since I first laid eyes on you."

A smile tugged at the corners of Zevlor's lips as he absorbed your words, his doubts melting away like ice in the warmth of your affection.

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[parvulous-writings]

Could I request headcanons for Wyll, Dammon, and Zevlor react to shy gn crush confessing to him before running away because they're scared of being rejected?

Summary: I may have been a bit descriptive, I hope that's okay! They may also be slightly uneven... Oops Focuses more on the reaction of the gents, to try and allow for more projection!

Warnings: lil bit of fluff, but no major warnings!

Notes:  My requests are currently open! My pinned post (found here) contains both a list of characters I write for, and a masterlist!  Original character list - please request for these too!

Zevlor

Zevlor has always been a strong leader, in your eyes. For all the disputes between the tieflings and those near them, he usually kept a level head to keep things under control - to the best extent that he could.

He also always returns any due diligence - be kind to him, and he'll show you the same in turn. You found this out very quickly - having found something that he had left behind at a lunch time gathering and given it back to him. Come supper, Zevlor was waving you over, offering to eat with you so neither of you alone, thanking you for returning his belongings.

You sit together in silence for a while, and whilst Zevlor eats, you more... push your food around, picking at it, and playing with it in a vague and unsuccessful attempt to calm your nerves.

"Something on your mind?" his voice startles you, and you're left stumbling over your words, a flurry of "I'm fine, yeah, I'm okay-" Repeated in various combinations. Zevlor just chuckles lightly at your flustered nature, but doesn't pry. Your thoughts are your own, and if you don't want to share them, he'll respect it.

There's a few more minutes of silence, before you blurt out a hurried confession, your words a blur to Zevlor's ears. After the sudden profession, you scramble to your feet and scarper off, your chest pounding against your ribs as you try to get out of Zevlor's sight as fast as your feet can carry you.

Zevlor doesn't move - part of his mind is trying to figure out what that flurry of words you uttered was, and the rest of it was just... Stunned. He wasn't entirely sure what to make of what just happened - though half of that was just due to the fact he hadn't understood a word you had said to him.

He does bring it up next time he sees you though - and you feel your face heat up as soon as he brings the subject up. "... It was nothing..." Your voice is little more than a mumble, and you can't bring yourself to look him in the eye. "It didn't sound like nothing... If there really is something you want to tell me, you needn't be afraid to say it..." His voice is kind, and you don't feel any innate pressure behind his words, but you speak anyway. You've done it once, surely the second time won't be as bad?

Wrong. You can hardly choke the words out, but when you do, Zevlor's looking at you with a kind smile. That wasn't a reaction you had expected - you had half been thinking that you'd be met with a lecture, but... He was just smiling.

"Is that why you ran off?" He asked you, humming thoughtfully.

Wyll

One of the first things that Wyll had noticed about you was your timid nature. He never really commented on it, but he always stood up for you at times when you couldn't find your voice (the Blade of Frontiers reactions coming in full force at these times)

He honestly had a bit of an inkling that you like him - you stick around him a lot, or constantly stealing looks in his direction. So, upon your confession, Wyll wasn't exactly caught off guard. What did stun him, though, was the way you ran off.

He had initially started to go after you, calling your name as you darted off and out of view. Then, after a moment's consideration, he decides to give you a moment. He's of the opinion that maybe you need that moment to yourself, to recollect and think.

It's nightfall when he comes to you, two goblets in one hand, and a bottle of wine in the other. "Care for a drink?" He offers you a goblet, and that charming smile you've come to know so well. Your heart flutters as he hands you a half-full goblet, and you spend the evening with one another drinking well into the night.

Wyll confides in you, that he has always been fond of your presence, and though he had never really wanted to push you, wanted to spend more time with you. You could hardly believe what you were hearing, and you could feel your jaw become more and more slack as he talks more and more.

"In fact..." Wyll speaks, pausing to take a sip of his wine. "And, forgive me if this is too forward for your tastes... I've always quite... Enjoyed the quiet, with you... You never pressed for answers from me, or... Constantly asked me for tales from my time on the front - all of which I would happily regale you with... But, I am most grateful, that you just let me be as I am..."

Despite your more open feelings for one another, you're still incredibly shy, and very liable to becoming flustered if anyone brings up your relationship with Wyll, or ask for any details.

Dammon

Dammon was in the forge when you came to him. He kept glancing over his shoulder, asking if you were okay, or if you needed anything, as you tried to work up the courage to speak.

In a similar way to Wyll, Dammon liked your shyness - he thought it was adorable, and made you unique. He was always there for you- and absolutely loves making little trinkets and things for you, tokens of his affection.

He hardly hears your words when you first utter them, your mumbles lost under the rhythmic clanging of his hammer on metal. "What? Can't quite hear you," He says, pausing to turn and look at you. You feel your face go red hot, and you blurt out what was meant to be your admittance - your feelings for him, your admiration of his work, all of it.

With the words hardly out of your mouth, you scarper, wanting to get away from the situation you'd thrown yourself into. Though - not that you'd noticed - Dammon was sprinting in an attempt to catch up with you. It had only taken a moment for him to drop his tools and shirk off his apron, metalwork entirely forgotten as his feet move as fast as they physically can to get to you.

He's not just going to let you go without actually knowing what you said - he has an inkling, naturally, it came with the way you showed affection to one another - the quality time, the gifts, all of it. But he wants to know with certainty.

When you get all shy and flustered again, his face lights up - you've unintentionally confirmed what he wanted to know, and he's quite possibly the happiest being for miles around.

He reassures you in an instant - he wants to follow these feelings with you, he doesn't want to shy away from them, and he's more than comfortable to think of you as a lover to him.

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