To Feel Something (Zevlor)

To feel something (Zevlor)

(Just a little slice of life kinda story about Zevlor. I usually try to keep my writing as gender neutral as possible, but as this isn't really a romance story I just went for a female character. I hope you like it! 🧡)

Zevlor was on his way home, not thinking about anything and just taking in the busy streets of the town.

Parents chasing after their children, a couple flirting at the side of the road, a man who dropped his groceries picking them up again. He considered helping him pick them up but he had already done so before he got there, so he just continued walking. Everyone had their own worries and it made him feel like his own ones weren't as big anymore.

"Excuse me! Do you have a few minutes?", he heard a voice next to him and felt a hand on his arm a second later. He jumped at the sudden contact but turned his head to the small woman next to him.

"Oh I apologize, I didn't want to startle you.", she said.

"It's nothing you'd have to apologize for, really. What did you want?"

"What- Oh, right! I'm an artist and I wanted to ask if it's okay if I draw you?"

"Me?" He was surprised, shocked even. Why would someone want to draw him? He didn't consider himself worth the paint and paper wasted on drawing him.

"Please please please?", she continued when she noticed him hesitating.

"Are you sure? You could use your paint on someone much prettier.", he responded.

"You don't think you are pretty?", she asked like she was in disbelieve.

"Well, I never considered myself that."

"Let me prove you wrong."

She took his hand, leading him over to the side of the street where she had her art supplies ready.

"Take a seat.", she said while smiling at him. Her smile would lighten up everyone's mood, he was sure of that.

He sat down there and she was preparing some of her brushes to start painting.

"Do I have to do anything?", he asked. Usually people posed for paintings, didn't they?

"No, not at all.", she stated already busy with the process of painting.

She was focused on the art she was making, looking at him in between. He still didn't believe she wanted to draw him of all people. Never would he have thought someone would consider him when they thought about art.

She was so focused she didn't notice him taking in her features. Her hands and parts of her clothes had spots of colors on them, her hair was tied back but some shorter strands did fall out of the tie and in her face. Some of the strands had paint on them as she had to remove them from her face and put them behind her ear.

He wasn't aware of how much time passed as she drew him but once she was done she handed the picture to him.

It showed him a few moments before he had met her. Her art showed him a few moments before he had met her. The groceries the man had dropped shown on the picture and Zevlor looked like he was gonna run over to them any second to help pick them up.

"I just had to draw you, you looked so at peace walking down the street and noticing all these people. You looked like you were going to help him but stopped when he had already picked them up before you got the chance to.", she said to him, her eyes shining as she talked to him. "This world honestly would need some more people like you, it makes me feel like I am safe. I hope you like it, I know I'm not the best artist."

He needed a few moments to realize what was going on.

"It's amazing. Really.", he stared more at her, than at the painting in his hands. His life rarely sent people like her his way.

He still didn't think he was pretty, but he knew what she saw in that moment, how she felt and that's all that mattered. After all art wasn't always supposed to be pretty, but to make you feel something.

Emeralds

Dammon x GN!Reader

A/N: yet another fictional character has invaded my brain lmao. So here’s a little fluffy piece I wrote for Dammon by I love him and wish I could romance him.

Word Count: 2.3k

Warnings: Love confessions, fluff, so much fluff, kissing, drinking (neither of them are drunk tho), required love.

The party is in full swing, the tieflings having brought the wine and the music and so much more to your camp this evening. 

You watch from the sidelines as your companions enjoy the evening in different ways. Shadowheart and Astarion have been keeping to themselves despite your encouragement to participate. Karlach and Wyll are dancing and laughing by the fire, and even Gale is letting loose for once - showing off some small magic tricks to a group of tieflings. 

You’d talked to Halsin and Zavlor both of them thanking you before wandering off to talk to other or take part in the festivities themselves. Leaving you to your own devices. 

Which…isn’t much at the moment. 

While you enjoy watching the others, you can’t help but search the small crowds for a particular blacksmith. 

You’d met Dammon when you arrived at the grove, and you’re slightly ashamed to admit that you developed a crush on the man from the moment you laid eyes on him. 

He’s handsome and kind to boot, going out of his way to help Karlach when so many other things were going on for him and his people. He even promised to help again in the future if he was able. 

How could you not pine after him? 

Your feelings had led you to spend more time than necessary at the grove, claiming to need so trade supplies or talk to someone or another just to see or talk with Dammon while you were there. Your companions got so tired of it you had to start slipping away on your own, not that you minded. 

Dammon always seems happy to see you, talking to you about anything and everything. Just a few days ago he mentioned he was working on something special for you, insisting it was a surprise when you pressed him for more details. 

You’d hoped to see him here at camp with the rest of the refugees, but as the night wears on, your hope dwindles. 

Perhaps he had so much work preparing for their departure to step away from his forge. It’s a reason you’d understand, but the pang of disappointment doesn’t hurt any less.

You’re just about to give up looking, when you finally spot a flash of a familiar green scarf among the milling bodies. 

Dammon makes his way through the camp, nodding in greeting to those he passes before he finally looks to you, eyes shining as his lips tilt upwards. 

He offers you a small wave as he makes his way towards you and you return the gesture, trying to ignore the heat rushing to your cheeks as he approaches. 

“Hi,” you offer simply, now lost for words that he’s standing before you. 

Dammon smiles, “Hello,” he says, turning to face the party in front of you both. “I was worried I wasn’t going to make it in time.” 

“I have to admit,” you begin, rubbing the back of your neck sheepishly. “I was looking for you,” you tell him, “I was disappointed when I didn’t see you.” 

Dammon turns to look at you again, brows raised in slight surprise. “You were looking for me?” 

Your eyes fall to the ground, embarrassment creeping up your neck. “Yes I…” you trail off for a moment before turning to look at him again, changing the subject instead. “What kept you so late at the forge?” 

Dammon studies you for a moment, as if judging your demeanor before his eyes leave yours as his hand falls to the small pack at his side. 

“I was finishing up your gift,” he tells you, patting the bag. “Couldn’t let myself leave without giving it to you.” 

At the mention of you both parting ways soon, you feel yourself deflate slightly. But before you can let disappointment take over what’s supposed to be a night of celebration, you jab a thumb over towards the far end of camp. 

“How about a toast to go along with the surprise?” You ask, silently hoping your proposition doesn’t come off as odd. “I have some wine back at my tent, admittedly a little better than what’s been provided…” 

Dammon laughs at that, lips pulled back into a grin. “I will have to admit my brothers and sisters are not known for their wine making…” he gestures towards you. “Lead the way.” 

Your tent is on the edge of camp, further away from the others and thus away from the center of the celebration. You can still hear the music and raucous laughter, but it’s slightly muted by the distance. 

You retrieve the wine and two cups from inside your tent before taking a seat on one of the pillows laying near the entrance, inviting Dammon to do the same. 

“Sit,” you gesture to a pillow near your own, “I’m sure you’ve been on your feet all day, if I know anything about you.”

Dammon huffs out a chuckle as he nods, setting his bag on the ground beside him before he takes a seat next to you. “Then you know me well,” he affirms, “The work never stops it seems.” 

You try to ignore how close he is as you pour two glasses of rich red wine and hand one to him before taking a sip of your own. “Hm…Yet here you are. Can a gift be so important to take you from your work?” 

You watch as Dammon flushes, his cheeks turning just a few shades darker as he stares into his wine glass. 

“This one is,” He says simply, before looking up to you. “It’s for you.”

His words are so simple, so plain, yet you can hear the sincerity in them. For a moment you’re worried you’re hearing what you want to hear, seeing what you want to see. But Dammon interrupts your thoughts as he sets his glass down carefully to reach into his bag. 

He produces a small long object wrapped in cloth and tied shut. Dammon starts to speak as he unties the string. 

“I don’t know if it’s your preferred weapon,” he says, pulling at the edges of the cloth. “But the idea came to me and I couldn’t stop until it was completed.” 

He fully unwraps the item to reveal a beautifully ornamented dagger. It’s handle is wrapped in fine dark leather, the blade sparkling dangerously in the moonlight. 

The parts of the pommel visible outside the leather are inlaid with small green stones. You reach out to touch them, but pause glancing up at the blacksmith in question. 

He smiles, nodding. “Please, it’s yours after all.” 

You take the dagger from his open hands, surprised to find that it fits perfectly in your hand. The grip isn’t too large or too small. It isn’t too long or short. It fits your hand down to the very last detail. The leather is soft in your palm, well worn but sturdy. You test the blade in your hand flipping it in the air before catching it easily once more. It’s perfectly balanced as well. 

Your eyes fall back to the precious green stones in the handle running your fingers over them to find them smooth beneath your calloused digits. 

“Emeralds,” Damon says softly. “I chose them mainly because they added to the blade's appearance but I remember my grandmother once told me they represent strength, balance and…” He cuts himself off, shaking his head. “It’s not important. I hope it’s to your liking.” 

You gaze at him, your mind searching for any knowledge you may have of gemstones, when a memory snaps into place. A passage from a book your mother read to you in a jewelry shop. 

“Look little love,” she said, finger tracing over lines of text in a thick book by the checkout counter. “It tells you of all the gems' meanings.”

She read off a few - sapphires for leadership and royalty, bloodstone for revitalization, jade for success and-

“Oh…look at Emerald!” She said happily. “‘Known as the stone of successful and abundant love, Emeralds open the heart to receive love in all aspects of life. They are thought to encourage you to give and receive love..” your mother awes, “That’s sweet.”

The memory leaves as quickly as it came, and you glance immediately up at Dammon, taking note of the hopeful look he gives you. As if you could ever be disappointed in anything he gave you. 

You swallow around the swell of emotion in your throat, once again trying to shove down the bubble of hope in your chest as you nod. Looking down to the blade in your hand, thumbing the emeralds once more. 

“It’s perfect, Dammon. It’s beautiful, I-“ you shake your head looking up to him again. “I can’t let you just give this to me. This probably cost a fortune in materials-“

Dammon holds a hand up to cut you off, giving his head a firm shake. “It’s a gift. For everything you’ve done for me - for us.”

It’s only now you fully notice how close your are to one another. Dammon’s leg brushes your own, his shoulder bumping yours. And each time he looks over at you, the faint sweetness of the wine on his breath brushes your cheek. 

Once again your eyes fall down to the dagger, fingers trailing over the emeralds as you finally reveal your own knowledge on the gems. 

“I remember a time when I was much younger,” you tell him, noticing he listens to you with rapt attention. “My mother took me shopping with her in the city and we went to this jewelry shop. We weren’t really looking to buy but she loved to look at all the jewels and gemstones.” You smile at the memory. “This particular jeweler had a book on display that listed all the names of the gems and what they mean and my mother read out about a dozen before landing on Emerald…” you trail off, catching the almost imperceptible hitch of breath in Dammon. 

“It said Emerald was also the stone of ‘successful and abundant love’,” you say, finally finding the courage to look back at Dammon, finding his eyes already on you. 

Your voice is a mere whisper now. “She said something about it opening the heart to give and receive love…” your words die on your tongue. “Was this truly only a gift of thanks?” You finally ask, hope burning so bright in your chest you have no chance of stamping it out now. 

Dammon’s bright blue eyes only leave yours to flick down to your lips, and the moment he captures your gaze again his lips are on yours. 

The kiss is a sweet, chaste thing, and you can sense his hesitance as he goes to pull away much too quickly. You manage to stop him as your free hand comes to rest on his shoulder pulling him closer as you return the kiss, telling him without words that you want this too.

Your heart soars when he responds in kind, turning so he’s facing you fully as his hands settle on your hips. You set the dagger down carefully in order to wrap your arms around his neck, afraid this might all be a dream if you don’t hold him close. 

He only pulls away when you both need to take a breath and even then you don’t go far. 

Dammon rests his forehead against yours, eyes fluttering open after a moment. 

“Should I be ashamed to admit I’ve wanted to do that since I first saw you?” 

A small laugh escapes your lips and you bring your hands up to cup his cheeks. “No…because I feel the same way.” 

He practically beams at your words, eyes lighting up as a grin splits his lips. 

“Does that mean I can kiss you again?” 

You chuckle again. “I’ll be disappointed if you don’t.” 

Dammon responds eagerly, capturing your lips once more as his arms wind sound at your waist. He raises up on his knees as he does so, pulling you to do the same and removing any space between your bodies as he kisses you with abandon. 

You smile into the kiss when you feel his tail curl to wrap around your waist, as if he can’t get close enough. 

Maybe you can’t either…because from this moment on  you never want to be away from him. 

You are the first to pull away this time, stroking the apple of his cheek gently as you press one last kiss to the corner of his lips. 

You move to sit back on your knees, noticing how Dammon watches you in quiet curiosity as you reach for the delicate silver chain around your neck. 

Your knowledge of gems isn’t the only thing you’d gotten in that jewelry shop all those years ago. 

You pull the necklace from where it hides beneath your shirt, revealing a simple silver pendant with a glittering emerald in the center of it. You lift the chain over your head and hold it out towards Dammon. 

He looks perplexed for a moment, before shaking his head. “You don’t have to give me something in return,” he says gently. “The dagger was a gift.” 

You smile and nod to the necklace still in your hands. “And so is this. Here-“ you say leaning towards him more, “let me.” 

Dammon finally acquiesces, eyes slipping closed as he ducks his head towards you. 

You reach up and slip the necklace over his head, mindful of his horns, and watch as the pendant settles just below his green scarf. Your lips turn upwards as you run your fingers over the smooth stone. 

“It even matches your scarf,” you say playfully, warmth filling your chest as Dammon reaches up to examine the necklace. 

You pick up the dagger he gave you, admiring it again as you speak. “Now we both have something of each other. No matter where we end up.” 

Dammon looks up at you then, eyes glittering with an emotion you can’t quite place, before he reaches out to take your hands in his own. 

“I'm sure we’ll see each other again,” he says, resolve clear in his words. 

And despite not knowing exactly where your journey will take you…

You have a feeling that he’s right.

BG3 Masterlist

Zevlor:

Peaceful for once (Zevlor x Tav) part 1 part 2 part 3 "You found Zevlor sleeping and couldn't remember ever seeing him looking so peaceful."

Teasing game (Zevlor x Tav) part 1 part 2 part 3 part 4 part 5 part 6 part 7 "Zevlor was oblivious to your feelings, so your friends came up with the idea to start teasing him. Was it really a good idea?"

To feel something (Zevlor) "Zevlor meets an artist and her art warms his art."

His favourite haircut (Zevlor x Tav) "Something was different about Zevlor and when you found out what it was, you had to help him fix it."

Judgement (Zevlor x human Tav, age difference) - Request "The constant judgement tieflings face made Zevlor unsure and your age difference wasn't making his insecurities any better."

'Don't go on that date.' (Zevlor x Tav) "You were asked out on a date and even though it wasn't the man you wanted to be with, you still planned on going. Only one person could keep you from going."

Selfish (Zevlor x Tav) "Zevlor rejected you. Not because he didn't want you, but because he didn't allowed himself the love you offered. You just asked him to be selfish."

'You feel like home.' (Zevlor x Tav) - Request "You and Zevlor were both around the same age, both had given up on finding love. That's exactly when you find it, but of course your friends had to make you aware of it."

Eavesdropping (Zevlor x Tav, age difference) - Request "Zevlor listened to a conversation you had with Karlach, hearing that you have the same insecurities as he had and he takes the courage to confess."

A Loyal Customer (Zevlor x (Non Tav) Reader) part 1 "You had small clothing store in Rivington and were happy to see the face of a customer, that had been visiting a lot lately and you couldn't deny growing fond of him."

Lost Chance? (Zevlor x Tiefling Tav) - Request "When you didn't find Zevlor with the other refugees in Moonrise Towers, you thought you had lost your chance to tell him about your feelings for him."

Fight Training (Zevlor x Tav) (NSFW!) "You were training with Zevlor, both of you overwhelmed in the heat of the moment."

Rolan:

Matchmaker (Rolan x Tav) part 1 part 2 part 3 part 4 "Lia and Cal are tired of their stubborn brother and his interest in the equally stubborn Tav, so they decide to be their matchmaker."

Halsin:

'I've had worse' (Halsin x Drow Tav) - Request "Your insecurities made you hesitant to ask for help. When you tried hiding you injury, Halsin noticed and went after you."

Feel free to request :3

Hope you enjoy reading! <3

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