Ancunin Stories

(English is not my first language. Sorry.) HAPPY MAGISTRATE ASTARION WEEK! #MagstarionWeek Here I will be posting my humble drabbles. 5 days of drabbles where we travel with mortal Astarion, spawn Astarion and Ascended Astarion in his life as a magistrate. One situation, three perspectives. Enjoy! Event organised by: @magstarion (Available on FF and AO3 with same user and title)

Image is a photo I took and edited years ago. The Absolute is gone. The city rebuilds. Astarion made a promise beneath the moon- to love Tav for the rest of her days. He did not expect those days to include children. - I guess I wasn't done with this story just yet. This takes place after my other work, The Pale Elf. You don't necessarily have to read it before this, but some things might make more sense if you do. My ex husband hated Taylor Swift, and I've been getting back into her lately. This was inspired by her song, Wildest Dreams. Specifically these lyrics: Say you'll remember me Standing in a nice dress Staring at the sunset, babe Red lips and rosy cheeks Say you'll see me again Even if it's just in your wildest dreams

Image is concept art I did for chapter 8. Slow burn romance. Sensitive topics mentioned inside. Reader discretion is advised. If this story had a theme song, it would be more than one. Give by Sleep Token, Sweet Tangerine by The Hush Sound, and TIMEZONE by Måneskin. Tav is a sharp-witted bard with a tongue as quick as her blade. Astarion is a dangerous vampire spawn rogue, bound by shadows and scars of the past. When their paths intertwine, sparks fly. Will something beautiful bloom between them, or will it be plucked before it ever has the chance to grow? - "You are more than what he wanted you to be," I murmur quietly. Astarion's gaze cuts to mine, sharp at first and then softening around the edges. "I'm a monster," he whispers with a shake of his head. "I've lured countless people to their deaths. Innocents." "That's not who you are anymore," I insist. I give his shoulder a gentle squeeze. "You can take back the narrative. Only you get to say who you are."