Hey there Im Not Sure If you still write or Take requests but I Just wanted to say I really Love the scent of Missing Buttons, i recently rereaded It and was wondering If you could ever Bless us with a Part two If Ur still Up for writing ? I wanna comfort that poor bebi QwwwQ ( maybe with gn Reader again that be amazing !)
Hey, there!
Yes, I still write and I do take requests and I love how you're theâŚ.6th person(?) requesting a part two for Missing Buttonsâthis kind of feels like democracy, and people are actively voting against me lol
BUT, it seems the people have spoken, so a second part there shall be. Once I come up with a thematic that compliments part one (with a more comforting outlook this time? should be do-able. I think.đ).
Thank you so much for your interest and love, I'll do my best to live up to that!đ
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Lonely Weekend Fic Rec List
I read, once again, a ton of phenomenal fics over the past week or so and I'm dying to share my favourites with you (red for NSFW content):
Blood in the Mortar & Dhampir Dreams by @bardic-inspo
Megh is a phenomenal writer, be it for Mr. Vampire Lord Astarion or "Ima put a dhampir into her"-breeding-kink Astarion. I, personally, am here for anything Megh writes. Dhampir Dreams is also getting a part two, so check out part one while you're waiting patiently!
Field Study @grandmother-goblin
Ok, so, regrettably, this ongoing fic was on my TBR for way too long. I'm only a few chapters in, but this fic is a gemâGranny has such a deep understanding of Astarion's character and his many issues. Later chapters will be NSFW.
Devil's Diary by ChildOfYuggoth & Raphael Simp (AscendedMuse) on ao3 (ongoing)
Look, I have raging daddy issues and Raphael is not helping. At least not with the issues. Devil's Diary is a very fun, hot, not too smutty (yet) read with a snobby devil and an equally bratty Tav.
Communication by @vixstarria
I'm obsessed with the way Vix writes Astarion and I love her Tav, Asmodeaâtogether they're the perfect gremlin couple and so so much fun! Communication is a brilliant read about Astarion having to make up his mind about ascension, when he's long made his decision.
Life Essence by @nyx-knox
Feeling like a bloody mess? Your body is in pain? It's that time of the month? Worry not, Astarion gotchu, babes (even if it's not your time of the month right now).
Where were you, when I was new? by @kittenintheden
Ok, I read this one a while ago BUT I think about it at least every couple of days. This is a brilliant pre-spawn law-student VirginTM Astarion fic that is masterfully written.
Don't forget to show your fandom creators and their work some love and by that I specifically mean comment, like and reblog said work! â¨
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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 fatherâs silken silvern locks, his immaculately chiselled featuresâthe artwork perfected by Tavâs wonderful watercolour eyesâŚ
And then he actually sees the child andâwellâeverybody assures him that, yes, Astarion, all babies look like that barely a half hour after birthâŚ
He kind of has to take that at face value because he hasnât seen an awful lot of newborns in his lifetime.
But it wouldâve been nice if someone had told him that newborns happen to look like shrivelled potatoes, because heâs really, really trying to not let his bewilderment show.Â
Astarion swallows.Â
Tavâs beautiful eyes are watching him, waiting for a reactionâan enthusiastic one, no less.Â
Maybe Tav will believe that heâs overcome with emotions at seeing his firstborn child?Â
âOh my, darling, IâmâŚspeechless,â is all he can choke out, though, being rather proud that itâs at least not a lie.Â
To his luck, Tav only nods dreamily, her full attention back on the odd little bundle in her arms.
âIsnât she perfect?â
Yes, perfectly hideous.Â
Astarion only hums in a way of reply.
Thatâhis daughter, he supposesâis with no doubt one of the ugliest things heâs ever seen, but he has a feeling that his honesty wouldnât be appreciated after Tav laboured for hours to give birth to thisâŚpotato-baby.
âCome, hold her, Astarion,â Tav says, then, bidding him to sit next to her on the bed.
The mattress shifts under Astarionâs 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 daughterâs hair is of an indefinable colour and that her features are neither his nor Tavâs, plain as can be. Surely it wonât stay like that?
He and Tav are so ridiculously beautiful, their child can only be drop-dead gorgeous, right?
Astarionâs stomach drops indeed when, suddenly, something occurs to him.Â
Oh dear, what if itâs his fault? He has no recollection of his family whatsoever; itâs very much possible that he and his immaculate looks are the exception in his lineage, and that heâs passed on only those mysterious less-than-perfect genesâŚTav, as per usual, canât 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 weirdoâs problem might be.Â
âOh,â the weirdo in question exclaims at once. âDarling, look, she has your eyes!â
Tav, hugging him from behind, rests her chin on his shoulder, so she can watch as Astarionâs finger tenderly strokes their babyâs chubby cheek.
Their daughter also has, as it turns out, ten fingers and toes, a cute little nose and a hungry mouthâeverything thatâs supposed to be there is there, and it seems to be working fine, tooâwhich is a huge relief.Â
And arenât those the tiniest pointy ears Astarion has ever seen? Let alone the unexpectedly strong fingers grasping at his!
Astarion, worries forgotten in a heartbeat, canât help but smile at the baby in his arms.Â
She is perfect, after all.Â
Tav, face hidden in the crook of his neck, begins to tremble against his back.Â
For a second, Astarion thinks sheâs crying but then her laughter fills the chamber. It takes her a good moment to articulate whatever it is she finds so very funny.
âShe'll grow out of it, you know?â Tav giggles in between her fits of laughter.Â
Astarion stiffens. âOf what?â
âThe turnip look. Thatâs what youâve been worrying about the whole time, haven't you?â
âI was leaning more towards potatoesâbut yes, I mightâve been a little worried about that,â Astarion admits sheepishly, although a grin is already tugging at his lips. Â
Regaining her composure, Tav reaches over Astarionâs shoulder, her hand joining his as they get to know their child.
âGive it a couple of days and she will look like your proper little elfâbeautiful just like her father.â
A content sigh leaves Astarionâs lips, right before he presses them against Tavâs temple.
âThatâs the second best news Iâve heard today, my heart, truly.â
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Mortal Astarion X F! Human Tav. Ummm, angst.đ
For decades, this manor offered him a place to call home in the truest sense.Â
The hallway was a sacred gallery, adorned with paintings that were not mere canvases, but tangible echoes of their life together. Each brushstroke, lovingly rendered by her hand, captured the essence of cherished memories.
Whenever he opened the door at the end of the hallway, he was greeted by the radiant smile of his beloved, and the hearth beckoned him to surrender to its comforting embrace. Yet, it was the vast window next to it that held the greatest significance. The tender caress of sunlight danced across his skin as he lost himself in the pages of a book beside her. It was here, bathed in the golden rays, that he could truly revel in the miracle she had bestowed upon him â the cure to his vampiric curse, a gift of life, a reminder of the depths of her love and the power it held to transcend even the most insurmountable of boundaries.
Here at home, he had found everything his heart desired.
But nothing is ever truly perfect. Life simply doesn't work that way. Even the mightiest of fortresses cannot withstand the relentless march of time.
He thought he was ready for it, but not like this.
Never like this.
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The poem cited is "When You Are Old" BY W.B. Yeats. One of my favorites.â¤ď¸
Alright, thanks for reading the second installment of my "this did not really happen to my couple". After delving into the mortality of my Tav, Amaara, I found myself confronting a fear more profound than death itself â the fear of morbidity, of life's vibrancy fading before its inevitable end. So I decided to yank my CP around this theme. Self-indulgence at its finest.đ
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