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Actually, that totally happened in real life, because that’s just the sort of badass fucking...
prompt via cypheroftyr: cassandra/varric, maker’s honest truth about what happened in kirkwall. no bullshit edition.
fandom: dragon age
pairing: cassandra pentaghast/varric tethras
warnings: nsfw smutty goodness
Varric traced her lips in the lamplight, his fingers thick and ungainly as they laced with hers – long, graceful, but scarred and callused, like Hawke’s had been. She opened her mouth to nip at the sensitive pad of his fingertip. Her grin was wicked. “Ouch,” he warned, but he was smiling, too.
Yes… yes. Messere likes and would like a whole lot more of it. Thank you! <3
Rating: Explicit (NSFW)
Content Warnings: Graphic Smut towards the end. Also long one shot is long.
Summary: As a templar, Carver needs to go to confession ocne a week at the Chantry. Sebastian Vael is usually there to hear his confession. Instead of purging his soul, Carvers uses the time to find out what his sister Marian is up to and slowly a friendship is formed.
Becoming a templar was one of the few things that Carver Hawke had ever done for himself. He had spent his life being told over and over that he needed to protect his sisters, that they were mages and it was his job to make sure that no harm came to them.
As time went on, Carver had become bitter towards his sisters and his parents. He loved them all and would kill for them if he needed to—had killed for them—but that didn’t mean he would keep silent about the unfairness of their lives. They had moved constantly before they had finally settling down in Lothering when he was fifteen. Carver couldn’t really bring any friends to the house because of the fear that someone would notice that the Hawke sisters were a little bit more than they appeared. Carver grew up with the constant dance of telling lies and evading the truth. While other boys his age were chasing girls and learning how to fight with the sword, Carver was left to his own devices.
Thinking back on it, Carver knew that he had taken things out on his family more than he should have. But he’d been so young and by the time his father had died of a wasting sickness, Carver had been filled with anger and rebellion. His father’s last words to him had been to watch out for his sisters and his mother, that he was the man of the house now and needed to keep them safe. There had been little in the way of love that was spoken, just the same song and dance that Carver had been hearing since he was five. He had hoped that for once his father would have told him how proud he was of Carver, of what a fine young man he was growing up to be, of how he had noticed that Carver had become proficient with a sword and could take down most opponents. But he had heard none of these things.
When Bethany died, it was as if part of Carver had died with her, crushed under the same weight of an ogre’s fist that had taken his twin from him. Bethany had been his twin, his other half. They had shared a womb, a crib, and a bed together. Bethany had been the only one to ever try to understand Carver, to see that there was more than the only son whose sole duty was to keep his family safe. She had known that he had dreams beyond Lothering, beyond the family secret of magic and apostates.
Mmm, another scorching hot rare pair. Never even considered Seb/Carver before this.