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punkeropercyjackson · 2 months

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Genuine advice for people who joined the Batfam fandom because of fan content and are too scared to get into actual comics or not sure where to start:Please don't buy a single word 'Fuck canon!' people tell you about ANY Batfam member and i do mean ANY.They're lying to you to get you to sanatize them and deprive you of deserving to know what they're actually like because their peabrains can't process multilayered characters and relathionships in favor of bigoted stereotypes and writing that's insanely insulting to them and if you're a minor especially,they're lying to you about whatever they say about shipping the male members with eachother not being in*cest or ped0 too-Bruce has been Dick's adoptive dad since Dick's debut issue,he legally adopted Jason and Duke too,Damian's his bio kid and with Tim it's a bit more complicated but it's very much canon that they see eachother as father and son and Tim has lived at Wayne Manor at several points in canon and would be brothers regardless of anything else due to this but they also use that exact word to describe their dynamic and so does everybody else

This applies to Cass being their sister too because Bruce adopted her after they formed a dad-daughter bond a while into her being Batgirl but as Stephanie has a mom she lives with and has never seen Bruce as a parental figure nor he her as one of his kids,you're freegame to ship her with Tim or Cass and in fact i highly encourage doing both.Batfanon stans are once again doing mass lying(damn they should get a different hobby)by saying the four male Robins are the 'core' ones.Stephanie has been included in Robin stuff for a long time now and Duke dosen't get the same treatment due to antiblackness so THAT'S an actual 'Fuck canon!' moment so you should make it six Robins and know that the intention with only four is always misogyny and whitewashing(also just saying but those fanarts are always ugly anyway,they make them look like shitty anime boys instead of themselves)

Dick is an almost perfect eldest sibling and the other Batkids deeply appreciate him for it,he was Tim's Robin and him and Cass are his favorite siblings,Duke is Jason's favorite brother and vice versa but he's also extremely close to Cass,none of them make Damian go through 'normal youngest sibling treatment' because none of them are normal so they grew a sense of basic decency and Damian's closest to Dick and Stephanie and Stephanie's a canon csa victim so kindly keep your paws off her with your 'date all of your s/os siblings' jokes because she has self-worth and class,thanks

Ignore the original Red Hood and The Outlaws run and anything to do with Jason and Roy friendship in fandom and read the original Teen Titans run,New Teen Titans,Arsenal 1998,The Titans 1999,Green Arrow 2001 and Outsiders 2003 if you want to understand Roy too or at least ask around blogs centered on him for context.Ignore Tom Taylor's Nightwing run and Teen Titans 2003 and Batgirl of Burnside and anything by Devin Grayson(she's quite literally done irreperable damage to Batman lore and i wish i was kidding).Read Robin 1993,90s Young Justice,Batgirl 2000,Batgirl 2009,Red Robin,Son of Batman and literally everything Duke's in which i can provide a reading list for instead and i'm working on a megapost of all the Jason media that's actually good so new fans don't waste their time.I'm genuinely saying this to be helpful because 'fandom isn't activism' is a puratical priviliged phrase that should've never existed just like Batfanon shouldn't either

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sailorportia · 5 years

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Take Care of Yourself or Else

Fictlet Valentine for @bittertomato

Roses are red Tree leaves are green For Valentine’s Day Have some Maya x Claudine

Fandom: Shoujo Kageki Revue Starlight Pairing: Tendou Maya x Saijou Claudine

approx. 1,300 words, rated T

In which Claudine pushes herself a little too hard and gets a different reward from the one she was expecting.

Saijou Claudine was determined to make it to the top. She wouldn't let anyone stand in her way, not even that troublesome Tendou Maya. With the conviction of an Olympic athlete, Claudine pushed herself further and further, harder and harder. If she wanted to surpass her rival, she needed to devote every waking minute to her self-improvement. But her relentless training appeared to be catching up with her; she had woken up this morning as tired as she had gone to bed, and even a second cup of coffee had done nothing to energize her aching limbs. It would've been difficult to focus on practice even if her classmates weren't loudly discussing her performance in her earshot.

"Fufufu." Kaoruko watched her with calculating eyes. "Kuro-han is serious today. I'll have to give it my all as well."

Futaba didn't even address that hollow promise. "She seems like she's straining herself."

"Paying a lot of attention to her, aren't you?" Kaoruko said jealously. "You're awfully close with her, right?"

"How do I change the channel on this soap opera?" Junna said dryly.

As much as she loved her friends, Claudine wished they would disappear for at least the next few minutes so she give her undivided attention to her dance practice with Maya.

"You ought to watch your step, Saijou-san," Maya said as they twirled across the floor. "You wouldn't want to make a fool of yourself in front of your rival, now would you?"

"You wish," Claudine shot back. "I've been working harder and harder, narrowing the gap between us!"

"Try as you might to hide it, I can see that you're at your limit already." Maya gave her a concerned look during a pause in their routine. "Perhaps you should stop practice early."

"Non, non, you're imagining things, Tendou Maya," Claudine said dismissively. "I assure you I'm in perfect shape. Never felt better. In fact, I'm—"

—slipping. She landed on her foot wrong and her misplaced weight sent her tumbling, the floor rushing up to meet her...

Claudine awoke in an unfamiliar bed, staring at an unfamiliar ceiling. She would've wondered why she was what seemed to be the nurse's office, but the splitting headache answered that question well enough.

"Oh mon dieu," she muttered, touching her forehead gingerly. "Ma tête..."

"I was wondering when you'd rejoin the land of the living, mon Orpheus."

"My head hurts too much for mythological references and a non-francophone's accent," Claudine grumbled. She raised her head slightly to see Maya sitting on a chair next to her cot. "What are you doing here, you vexing woman?" Claudine demanded.

"I was worried when you lost consciousness that you had suffered a concussion and had fallen into a coma," Maya said. "As it were, the nurse informed me that you were simply so tired that you fell asleep as soon as you were horizontal."

The words "I was worried" coming from Tendou Maya stuck in Claudine's ears. Her face turned red. "Don't get ahead of yourself! I don't want someone like you worrying over me!"

Maya frowned. "Someone has to worry about you, seeing as you are neglecting yourself and your health. You're pushing yourself too hard."

Claudine scoffed. "If I didn't know better, I'd think you cared about me."

"I do," Maya said without hesitation. "I care for you deeply."

"Wh-what are you saying, y-you shameless woman!?"

Maya eyed Claudine harshly, protectively? "I'm not going to let you neglect your health any longer. No more reckless training. And naturally you'll need a proper diet."

"Of course you found a way to bring up food," Claudine chuckled. Maya's weakness for food was one of her few traits that Claudine found endearing. Not that she kept a list or anything like that.

Claudine sat up on the bed, refusing to look up at Maya for one second more. She raised an eyebrow at what she saw when they were at the same level. "What are you doing with that knife?" Claudine asked.

"Don't worry," Maya said. "I'm quite proficient with blades."

Claudine rolled her eyes. "I'm well aware. That's why I'm apprehensive." She scrutinized Maya with her sleep-bleary eyes. "Are you peeling an apple for me?" Claudine was touched by the gesture.

"Something to that effect." Maya was taking a knife to a large, yellow fruit. She held it up for Claudine and announced in an overly dramatic voice: "This is Tendou papaya."

Claudine stared at the fruit and back to Maya. "Did you... get a papaya just for that pun? You could've been normal and peeled an apple, but you chose a papaya instead for the sake of a terrible joke?"

"Joke?" Maya looked serious as always. Claudine couldn't tell if she was using her poker face or if she was actually being serious. She decided she didn't care. "Does that mean you don't want some of my papaya?"

"You couldn't be more infuriating!" Claudine exclaimed. "At least the lecture made sense."

"I'm glad I got through to you," Maya said unironically, refusing to acknowledge her flopped joke. "I understand that you want to improve yourself. We all do. I still have room to improve myself."

"How so?"

"I regret not being to catch you before you fell. As your partner, it is my duty. And of course, a Top Star should take care of her... bottom star."

Claudine blushed and selectively ignored Maya's comments. "Enjoy it while it lasts, Tendou Maya. Soon I'll be pulling you down from atop your pedestal!"

"You do realize that by putting yourself out of commission, you may end up falling behind?" Maya frowned. "I don't recall giving you permission to fall behind."

"Well, I don't recall needing your permission for anything!"

"And here I thought you were desperate for my approval."

"As if!" Claudine exhaled in exasperation. "I don't know why I'm still sitting here listening to you. I won't achieve anything lying in bed," Claudine said, pouting and crossing her arms.

"Rest is an important part of exercise," Maya replied. "You know this as well as I."

"I can handle being on my feet for the rest of the day." She moved to get out of the bed, but Maya got up from her chair and stood in the way.

Maya stared at her intensely. "I'll make sure you stay in this bed, even if I have to hold you down myself."

"Do you even hear yourself, woman?" At the moment, Claudine wouldn't put it past Maya that she'd make good on her threat. After all, Claudine was already tired, and Maya's considerable muscles would've been difficult to fight against even had she been at full strength...

"Saijou-san, why are you staring at my biceps?"

"Nothing!" Claudine settled back into bed. "Have it your way, Tendou Maya. I'll get my rest."

Maya's eyes glinted like a panther's in the night. "I can have it my way, you say? In that case, I appoint myself as your caretaker for the near future."

"Oui, oui, do whatever you like," Claudine yawned.

"It's time to administer treatment." Maya leaned over the bed, brushed her hair back, and kissed Claudine on the forehead.

As it were, her forehead was the part of her head that hurt the worst.

"OW! That hurt! You did that on purpose!"

"I would never," Maya denied, though the edge in her smile implied that the kiss had been intended as a punishment for Claudine getting herself in this situation. As high-brow as she seemed, Maya couldn't resist teasing Claudine and only Claudine.

"Coquette! If you're going to go ahead and kiss me, kiss me properly, damn it."

"A rather bold request, Saijou-san, but as your caretaker I must oblige.?"

"Casse-toi!"

#ficlet valentine #shojo kageki revue starlight #revue starlight #kuromaya #claudine x maya #maya x claudine #mayakuro #tendou maya #maya tendou #claudine saijou #saijou claudine #fluff #hurt/comfort #i guess?#valentine for tomato #here's looking at you kid #my fanfiction

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themindofcassiopeia-blog · 6 years

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Reality isn't photogenic

Hey Astrophiles⚡

So everybody talks about the good. They publish, post and publicise the good, the things they want everybody to see and admire, desire, and applaud. Sometimes people talk about the bad, the sugar coated truth that still comes with the glory of it's own that sucks sympathy out of listening souls and ends the story with a praise that upholds their egos to the highest standards.

But what about the ugly? What about the fact that people around us are dying. Not just physically but mentally and emotionally and spiritually too and it's messed up how nobody can talk about it without being an attention seeker...

Today I was talking to a girl in my class and she asked about the bandage on my hand. I told her my cat scratched me and she continue to make a comment how "at least I didn't take a knife and stab myself or something". Now normally I can brush things off but she pissed me off with the way she said it. I proceeded with a simple "huh?". And then what she said next put me over the edge...

"You get some stupid pschyco thingie people who do stuff like that and cut themselves for fun"

Again "huh?"

"You know those people with those scars on their wrists and stuff?"

Self harm...she meant self harm.

And then I lost it. Mentally I slapped her, in reality I just walked into class and ended the conversation there.

Recently I spoke about OCD on my page and the same girl made a comment about OCD as well...

Just the other day I find out from my best friend that the people I used to once call my sisters were trash talking me and the fact that I have bipolar disorder and I'm "too sensitive". Mind you that one of them bursts into tears to gain attention and has done so many many times.

The point I'm trying to get across is that ignorance is a reality and it's ugly as heck. How are individuals, especially teenagers going through the hell we call high school, expected to cope and be okay when mental illness is not taught in our education syllabus? When ignorance drives people to feeling like they are worthless because they fight demons in their heads every single day but "it's not that bad". Feeling like until you are dead it will never be "bad enough" to not be attention seeking. And even when it's too late we are never enough.

As I said over the course of this blog I'm gonna talk about different things in the hope that I can eliminate at least one person's ignorance if nothing more.

So lets talk about the ugly because this crap is real and real is something that slaps us in the face all too often. We all have stories and struggles that nobody knows about and we have our ugliest moments inbetween the bad and the good. So let's be real now. I don't want your guys's sympathy. I don't want to be praised or apologised to. I don't want to be hated on or accused of seeking attention because if I could I would disappear from the face of an earth in a heartbeat because I'm not invisible. I'm painfully visible and completely ignored until I'm being criticised. Here's my ugly.

At age 8 I was already being called fat by my mother and the memory still sticks with me. From age 12 onwards I went through phases of not eating, starving myself for days and when forced to eat would shut myself in my room and exercise only to have no numbers drop. Resorting to purging which left me with my emitophobia. But was I really afraid of vomit or afraid of dying? As years go on I'm just getting worse and I'm lying to everybody. I go through phases of overeating, undereating, binging, purging, starving, 1000 calorie burning exercises and chewing gum on an empty stomach. Eating infront of a mirror and googling thinspo to one day achieve. But guess what, fat girls who get skinny are a success story and heaven forbid you fail like I am.

Holding a knife to my skin and making elaborate stories about paper cuts and looking my scars and not seeing scars but seeing a lie to my mother and invisible ink saying help me. Knowing that 2 people have seen those scars and getting a weird look from one and a lecture from the other. Scratches, getting into baths of boiling water and burning my skin, punching walls and bashing my head on door frames, scratching scrars and pitching my flesh to bruises.

Holding a knife to myself, standing over the railing at a school and having one person out of everybody grab me and pull me back into the corridor. Setting up a belt in my wardrobe, having a depressing as heck notebook that would make somebody scream like they were in a horror movie. Taking pills for the sake of it and getting to a point of not being able to do anything without taking pain killers because one day I hoped it would stop the pain.

The fear of messing up, not being good enough, being hated and alone and uninteresting and unloved haunting me while I stay up day after day with no sleep. Feeling too stupid to be anything and too smart because what's the point of being a brainiac if you're ugly and fat too?

So my life is ugly. It's freaking ugly and I hate it and I've been trying to change it for years. I'm not skinny, my face is too chubby, my teeth are scew, my hair is lifeless and falling out, my skin looks like a packet of red m&ms and I'm too smart, not athletic enough, too boring, not artsy enough, unpopular and too quiet?

What do I want? I want to be what is seen as perfect these days and reality is that I can't be that. Reality is that I sit on my phone but I have no messages. I sit on this blog but nobody follows it. I sit in my bed and feel like crying but no tears come out and I'm exhausted but my brain never turns off. I see the photos, the stories, the captions, the perfect lives of all my peers having a good time while I sit alone every day. Just be more social? Even when I am nobody wants me.

But all I am is attention seeking by marking up my body, all I am is a gluttonous freak because I'm fat, I'm a lame nerd because I struggle to speak up and I get good grades (which recently proved to not even be good enough). Ignorance. We don't know each other's stories. Some people don't make it to tell the story.

One day. One day it will be me turning down guys who ask me out, one day it will be me wearing skinny jeans and not looking like an elephant. One day it will be me who is called pretty and is invited to things and has a social life. One day I will be enough. One day I can feel like it's acceptable for me to be happy.

So here's my ugly rant. It's contoversial. It's my raw thoughts. It's real and this blog is the only place I feel safe being real because my name is Cassiopeia...not my real name. My baggage isn't glued to me, my life is unknown. Guys if you have a problem then please talk to me. I want to help. Let me know your ugly because no matter what it is it matters to me. Rant, scream, shout, cry, just let it out because I won't judge. The only person I judge is myself if I'm being blunt. So let's open up the conversation and stop the ignorance.

We need more real.

I love you guys so much and I hope this wasn't a waste of time. I needed to vent so thank you if you read all my crap. Thank you for following and reading this if you did💙

xx Cass xx

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amarmeme · 7 years

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For the sex prompts would you do 4 for cass x varric? (I'm weak for those two)

Oh, I am so sorry this took so long to get to. Life intervened, as it usually does. However, to attempt to make up for it, this is very long and very nsfw.

Most of it under the cut: Kissing to stay quiet.

They couldn’t sit still any longer. The sun had set hours ago, but only minutes had passed since the the rest of the party retired from the campfire, the Inquisitor and Vivienne falling into silence and settling in their tent. Cassandra and Varric crept slowly off their bedrolls, glad for the cover of darkness, but cautious to make noise. In the beginning, sharing a tent allowed the Seeker to keep an eye on her charge, but now Cassandra was thankful for the precedent. For so long the two had paired off at night that no one remarked upon it. Even though no one else knew their secret, it was of utmost importance they kept it so.

Cassandra slipped on her boots as deftly as possible. The rumblings of Varric getting situated behind her were ludicrously loud, though in her paranoid state even her own breathing seemed like thunderclaps. She wanted to hush him, but the possibility of giving them away wasn’t worth the satisfaction of hissing between her teeth. Instead, Cassandra slipped out of the canvas tent as sneakily as she could, tiptoeing carefully over the stone floor of the ruined temple. The scout on watch had her back toward the tents, looking down the slope at the thick forest. The dark-haired elf stood stock-still in one of the arched remains, oblivious to Cassandra sneaking away. Cassandra thanked Andraste for for small blessings, following the line of the cliff wall and darting behind the resting wolf statue that guarded their camp. Varric would be proud of her stealth, a silent threat at last without her armor.

The forest floor was covered in leaves and twigs and plenty of opportunities to make a sound. Cassandra tried her best to tread lightly, stumbling up against a few large rocks and roots before her eyes adjusted to the dark. Moonlight dappled the ground through the breaks in the trees and soon enough she found the spot they’d agreed upon earlier. She waited there in the shelter of an enormous root that erupted from the ground in a great arc, half of it buried against a grassy slope. The space beneath was large enough to comfortably fit Cassandra seated, legs crossed beneath her. Whatever the root had grown over had long since rotted away. The small cavern it provided was perfect for a tryst.

Varric was coming; she was sure of that. The fact didn’t stop her from feeling quite silly waiting in the dark in the middle of the Emerald Graves. Before she could consider getting up and begin searching for him, a pair of scuffed boots and thick dwarven legs blocked her already obfuscated view into the clearing.

Varric crouched. “Aren’t you a beautiful sight.”

She shushed him, then whispered. “It is dark. You can barely see.”

“No, you can barely see,” he said. “My eyes are just fine. I’ve finally found a dwarven perk.”

He was so loud. Cassandra tried shushing him, but he ignored her. Varric began to speak again, but Cassandra yanked him close, kissing him in order to keep him silent. He reciprocated, tongue invading her mouth while he pushed her back against the cavern wall. Cassandra dropped her hands from his tunic in order to scoot on her palms. Varric crowded her, untucking her shirt from her trousers as he pressed in. He kissed her hotly, roughly, biting her lower lip and eliciting a loud moan that sprang from deep within her chest.

“Hey, I thought we were being quiet,” he teased. Cassandra grabbed his shoulders in response and rolled over him, pushing him down to the soft grass floor, straddling his legs as she sat on top.

“I don’t wish to be caught out,” she admitted, staring down at him.

“Ah, Cass. We’re out here so you can make all the noise you want. I promise, no one’s gunna hear you.”

It was easy to see his grin in the dim, moonlit space. Cassandra wanted to kiss it. Varric’s hands ran up and down her arms. The warmth of his touch was both calming and invigorating; Cassandra’s heart pounded in her chest, the steady beat felt clearly between her thighs as well. He had a point. They were far from camp. What was the point in sneaking off if they couldn’t enjoy it?

Cassandra bent forward and cupped his jaw, pouring all of her desire into a searing kiss, tongues dancing delicately, breaths shared gratefully. All the secrecy, the careful planning and patience was paying off. They were finally together after days of traveling.

Varric guided her shirt over her back. She raised her arms and let him pull up as far as he could before she finished the process herself, crumpling the fabric into a ball and tossing it to the corner. She dove back to his mouth and rough palms raced up over her bare back, tracing her spine. Cassandra moved her hips, rutting into him hastily. He chuckled, saying something smart about ‘eagerness’ until she grabbed him where she’d been pressing. Varric groaned, dropping his head back completely as she weaseled open his stays with one hand.

Cassandra scooted backwards on her knees, peeling off his breeches as she went. Varric spoke incoherently, praising and begging all together in a rush of syllables. It was her turn to chuckle.

“It seems I am not the only eager one, Varric.” She took him in hand again, palm wrapped around the firm width of him. Giving his cock a few strokes, she dipped her head forward, mouth slightly open. She was close enough to touch with the dart of her tongue. Varric breathed heavy, hands creeping to grab onto her. She flicked her tongue, licking the tip of his cock. Hips shifted beneath her and Cassandra stilled him with her free hand.

“Don’t move,” she warned.

“Yea, Seeker. Whatever you want just–”

She took him in her mouth and Varric fell blessedly silent. She needed no instruction. Cassandra swirled her tongue around his girth, one hand gripped the base as she cherished the hot flesh. The first time she’d taken the position she’d grimaced, unclear how it could be anything other than degrading, but his utter abandon and heated moans had done absolutely wonderful things to her: gut clenching, fire in her veins. Cassandra squirmed, eager to take him elsewhere. She throbbed, a pulse of desire he had to have felt. Varric’s fingers threaded in her hair, knocking her braid free. It brushed her chest, tickling overly sensitive skin. She bobbed, twisting her palm around him as she sucked up and down his shaft.

She only wanted for more light. To see his eyes turn molten brown, watch them squeeze shut, overwhelmed by sensation. A few ragged breaths stuttered out as she grazed her teeth gently against him.

“Fuck. Get up here,” he begged.

Varric pulled at her shoulders, beneath her arms, as she moved forward. Their lips met again, pent-up passion flowing freely, hotly. Her hips snapped down, trapping his cock against her wetness. Her desire surged when his tongue chased her own. She wiggled against him, enticing him to move, to thrust inside her. After a few torturous passes he did, lifting and slipping inside in rapid succession, thrusting hard enough to make her gasp.

“Varric!” She laughed in surprise.

His hands locked on her sides, thumbs pressed into hipbones. He nipped her breast and she swore, pushing her palms flat against his broad chest. Her powerful legs engaged in warfare, dropping down and rising up again to tease him. The press of his thumbs was almost painful, and the hiss escaping between his teeth seemed it too. The slick, intoxicating glide served to ramp them both further up. Cassandra dug her fingertips into his skin, pushing aside the ‘v’ of his open tunic as she lowered herself down and up, again and again.

“Truce,” he said, prying up her fingers after the nails bit into his skin. “Rock into me, I want to feel you come.”

Heat flushed through her, suffused her chest and cheeks. Cassandra’s ears grew hot, and were no doubt red. After all the times they’d made love, his words should have seemed normal, but they shocked her each time. She could never come up with something so… vulgar. At least not say it out loud.

“I’m making you blush, aren’t I?” He swept a knuckle against her cheek. She knocked it away.

“I thought dwarves could see in the dark?”

“It’s not like I can pull colors out of the dark. What I can see though…” He cupped her breasts, rolled her nipples with the calloused pad of his thumb. She arched into his touch.

“Come on,” he urged. “Ride me until you’re screaming, Seeker.”

“Varric,” she said, shocked again. Embarrassed again.

“What? You love it when I talk like this. That’s why I agreed to plod through the fucking woods after you. I would have been fine staying in the clean, dry tent instead of twigs poking my ass.”

She rolled her eyes. “You poor man.”

He offered no retort and Cassandra rewarded the good behavior with movement. She rode him, the press of their bodies rubbing against her swollen flesh. He grabbed her ass, helping her rock forward. Cassandra’s breath came faster as she felt the intangible flicker of pleasure begin to build. She dipped her forehead to his, braid falling between them, and closed her eyes in order to concentrate, solely on sensation. His hard cock inside of her, the tight squeeze, the fullness and slickness between her legs, the sound of sex. She whimpered, pleasure climbing to an impossible precipice. The fall would be great.

Varric grunted, swearing under his uneven breath. He tweaked a nipple and she keened, the dual sensations above and below meeting in her core and sparking a wildfire that rampaged through her body. It was so exquisite.

“I’m coming,” she shouted. Birds flew out of trees, hallas fled the scene.

“Ah, sweet fuck, Cass.” He surged into her, coming at the same time, cock pulsing. Cassandra kissed him again, stealing his dirty curses before they could pop out and ruin the moment. He clutched her against his chest.

They laid together for a few moments after, in complete and total silence. The sounds of the woods surrounded them, wind rustling through leaves, night creatures creeping unseen, returning to their homes. Cassandra whispered against his neck, enjoying the privacy and intimacy their little cave provided.

“Should we – again? It may be some time before we can get away.”

She could feel Varric’s grin. “Nah, Seeker. Not here. My back’s killing me.”

Cassandra pursed her lips, about to protest, when he put a finger to them. “I’d rather take you back and do it all over again in camp. On a bedroll. Except then you’ll really have to try to keep both of us quiet.”

She shivered and her insides squirmed at the idea. It would be almost impossible, an insurmountable challenge, but she never backed down from those before. Maybe a little risk was worth it. They’d come this far without anyone knowing after all.

“I think I’d like that, Varric. More than I should admit.”

I know elves are supposedly good at seeing in the dark (or is that a carried away hc?), but shouldn’t dwarves be too?

#cassarric #cass x varric #cassandra pentaghast #varric tethras #cassandra x varric #tethraghast #prompts #my writing #dragon age #fanfiction #also i think this is my first posted blow job?#really?!#ah well

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