He Loves To Nibble On Soft Places

he loves to nibble on soft places

idk if your still doing the number prompt, but i would love to see a Carth/Revan with 1 :)

“You’re staring at me again,” she growls, and his eyes narrow into a glare.

“I’m not staring at you,” Carth manages to spit out. She has this insane way of making everything sound like an accusation and to immediately put him on the defensive. 

Though, he is staring at her. Was staring at her. Now he’s staring at a wall, so she can’t catch him again. But sometimes - Sometimes he can’t help it. He doesn’t want to find himself attracted to her, but there’s something about this woman that does it. It’s more than her looks, but he can’t say she isn’t beautiful in some way. It’s her strength and terrible attitude and the way she laughs when she’s shooting at something shooting back at her.

“You’re kriffing doing it again.“ 

"No - No, I’m not. Your ego is amazing, if you think everything I do revolves around you.”

Her hands are on her hips now, eyes on fire as she stares at him. Challenges him. “You think about me at night, don’t you?”

Carth chokes.

“You do!” And she does exactly what he doesn’t expect her to do: she tosses her head back and laughs. Not in a mean way, not to make fun of him, no. There's delight in that noise, and if he didn’t think about her at night before (he does, he has, someone help him, she’s crazy and desirable), he definitely will now.

He rubs a hand over his face. “You will be the death of me.”

Bree laughs again, bumping her shoulder into his. “That depends on how you view death.”

She’s so close to him, and when had that happened? When had it changed from them exchanging insults to him thinking about her, anyway? When had she started looking at him with interest and something more than irritation?

“This isn’t - It isn’t a good idea.” He waves his hand between the two of them. “This, that is. This isn’t - you should just…”

There’s the barest flicker of disappointment over her face before she hides it behind an easy smile. She’s killing him, absolutely killing him.

“Don’t worry, Carth. I would rather kiss a wookiee,” she teases.

“I’d be better,” he tells her in his most serious tone. Why? Why does he even say that? What’s wrong with him?

“Let’s put it to the test. I’ll kiss Big Z and then come back to see if you’ve decided to change your mind.”

His face screws up for a second before he heaves a large sigh. “Wait, no. That wasn’t what I meant!”

She sighs as well, but doesn’t move away from him. Her breath is a warm puff against his cheek. “You’re making this difficult.”

“What!”

“You want to kiss me. So just kiss me.”

Carth chokes again. 

“Can I kiss you then? Just so we get this awkward sexual tension out of the way?” There’s that irritation again, winding through her voice, but there’s mostly amusement in her eyes, and he can see flecks of gold in the brown. 

She’s beautiful. Why is she beautiful, and why is she in his space, and why does she want to kiss him?

So he kisses her, a briefly chaste peck that does nothing to cool the desire weaving through his body.

She smiles anyway. “You’re such a wuss.”

Full uncensored version is here

Honestly in terms of good childhoods it's a small gang. But there's a lot with mid childhoods.

- leliana is a mid. A kind family to care for her but still an orphan.

- varric maybe? His family was at least middle class and his brother was a dick but it seems okay?

- for the environment they grew up in iron bull and Sten had relatively good childhoods. The Qun has tons of issues but the fact that they have no bad memories to speak of makes me say mid.

- Josephine's family is outwardly well off but we know it's an illusion and the amount of parentification she is under would give me an ulcer. Still mid.

- Wynne might also be mid? The circle is oppressive but she seemed to do well within the system. For similar reasons Vivienne might be mid. The environment isn't good but nothing specific to them as people made it bad. Whereas for comparison we know anders suffered in the system and therefore had a bad childhood.

- Cassandra was orphaned young but did live with family who cared for her. Mid.

I honestly can only think of one good childhood. And even then it might be mid.

Merrill. Merrill grew up in a small caring community where she had friends close in age (Mahariel, Tamlen) and she would have been a cherished member of the clan due to her magic. And her relationship with Marethari is very sincere in their love for each other. It's as an adult that it falls apart which is what makes her leaving more heart breaking.

a few people suggested leliana is the one who had a good childhood and i do have to respectfully disagree. like there are definitely worse ones for sure but i don’t think good is the word i would use

New dad Astarion who is about to see his newborn child for the first time.

Of course, he expects his child to be the personification of serene beauty and divine grace. Them to have their father’s silken silvern locks, his immaculately chiselled features—the artwork perfected by Tav’s wonderful watercolour eyes…

And then he actually sees the child and—well—everybody assures him that, yes, Astarion, all babies look like that barely a half hour after birth…

He kind of has to take that at face value because he hasn’t seen an awful lot of newborns in his lifetime.

But it would’ve been nice if someone had told him that newborns happen to look like shrivelled potatoes, because he’s really, really trying to not let his bewilderment show. 

Astarion swallows. 

Tav’s beautiful eyes are watching him, waiting for a reaction—an enthusiastic one, no less. 

Maybe Tav will believe that he’s overcome with emotions at seeing his firstborn child? 

“Oh my, darling, I’m…speechless,” is all he can choke out, though, being rather proud that it’s at least not a lie. 

To his luck, Tav only nods dreamily, her full attention back on the odd little bundle in her arms.

“Isn’t she perfect?”

Yes, perfectly hideous. 

Astarion only hums in a way of reply.

That—his daughter, he supposes—is with no doubt one of the ugliest things he’s ever seen, but he has a feeling that his honesty wouldn’t be appreciated after Tav laboured for hours to give birth to this…potato-baby.

“Come, hold her, Astarion,” Tav says, then, bidding him to sit next to her on the bed.

The mattress shifts under Astarion’s weight and he obediently holds his arms out so that Tav can gently place the sleeping child against his chest.

Now that Astarion can take a better look, he can confirm that his daughter’s hair is of an indefinable colour and that her features are neither his nor Tav’s, plain as can be. Surely it won’t stay like that?

He and Tav are so ridiculously beautiful, their child can only be drop-dead gorgeous, right?

Astarion’s stomach drops indeed when, suddenly, something occurs to him. 

Oh dear, what if it’s his fault? He has no recollection of his family whatsoever; it’s very much possible that he and his immaculate looks are the exception in his lineage, and that he’s passed on only those mysterious less-than-perfect genes…Tav, as per usual, can’t be the issue!

Astarion is still catastrophizing when the bundle in his arms begins to stir.

All of a sudden, gold-speckled pale green eyes are looking up at him as if to ask what the fuck this weirdo’s problem might be. 

“Oh,” the weirdo in question exclaims at once. “Darling, look, she has your eyes!”

Tav, hugging him from behind, rests her chin on his shoulder, so she can watch as Astarion’s finger tenderly strokes their baby’s chubby cheek.

Their daughter also has, as it turns out, ten fingers and toes, a cute little nose and a hungry mouth—everything that’s supposed to be there is there, and it seems to be working fine, too—which is a huge relief. 

And aren’t those the tiniest pointy ears Astarion has ever seen? Let alone the unexpectedly strong fingers grasping at his!

Astarion, worries forgotten in a heartbeat, can’t help but smile at the baby in his arms. 

She is perfect, after all. 

Tav, face hidden in the crook of his neck, begins to tremble against his back. 

For a second, Astarion thinks she’s crying but then her laughter fills the chamber. It takes her a good moment to articulate whatever it is she finds so very funny.

“She'll grow out of it, you know?” Tav giggles in between her fits of laughter. 

Astarion stiffens. “Of what?”

“The turnip look. That’s what you’ve been worrying about the whole time, haven't you?”

“I was leaning more towards potatoes—but yes, I might’ve been a little worried about that,” Astarion admits sheepishly, although a grin is already tugging at his lips.  

Regaining her composure, Tav reaches over Astarion’s shoulder, her hand joining his as they get to know their child.

“Give it a couple of days and she will look like your proper little elf—beautiful just like her father.”

A content sigh leaves Astarion’s lips, right before he presses them against Tav’s temple.

“That’s the second best news I’ve heard today, my heart, truly.”

Credits to this tiktok account for uh… this.

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