Aug 8, 2025
https://archiveofourown.org/works/56030926/chapters/178406471
And finally, after far too long, it's done.
Thanks, as always, for your support and kindness. It means the world.
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https://archiveofourown.org/works/56030926/chapters/178406471
And finally, after far too long, it's done.
Thanks, as always, for your support and kindness. It means the world.
A Symphony of Colors
FIC FINISHED!!!!!
"Aodhán is working on a second potion", Octavian explains. "He says that right now, two forces are battling it out within your body. One that tries to make you a little more than just a vampire, and the vampiric one that wants to keep you just as you are." Astarion nods weakly. He feels every bit like that, too. Torn asunder by pain, like there are hooks in his back trying to split him open. "—trying to shift the imbalance in favor of you still being able to walk in the sun." He didn't hear all of it, but knowing Aodhán and his alchemical miracles, the druid is likely not sleeping or resting for even a second until this is done. "And if he can't?" Astarion forces himself to ask. "You'll either just go back to being a regular vampire", Octavian answers. "Or… you lose both and become a mortal elf again." "My back hurts…", Astarion finally admits. "A lot." "Let me see", Tav frowns, helping Astarion roll over and gently pushing his shirt up. When his husband goes unnaturally still, fear creeps up Astarion's spine. "What is it?" he asks. "What do you see?" "I didn't think… I had no idea that's what Aodhán meant by the demi-divine force trying to make you into something more."
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And with that, it's done!
Thank you to @rsfcommonplace and I hope everyone enjoyed the terrible, terrible way I ended up interpreting "Rhodey babysits DJ" as a prompt.
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It’s done.
I finished something.
(throws a handful of confetti)
If you’ve been waiting for it to be done, well, then, enjoy.
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And with this, it’s complete!
Enjoy Clint and Harris and Probably Phil having an existential crisis.
The women are fine though. Just saying. The ladies may not have their stuff together, but they sure as hell are better at rolling with this stupidity.
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oh wow did I find a fic from two and a half years ago and actually finish it?
Yes. Yes, I did.
Also my computer literally failed while I was doing the read-through on this and the rest of my day was coming to a decision about the computers I’d been looking at to replace it.
I’m really, really tired, and I apologize in advance for any typos I didn’t catch. It was a very bad day of a very bad month of a very bad year and I’m still kicking, so let’s count that as a positive, okay?
Okay. 8D
(but if you had a kind word, it would be so appreciated right now. Thank you.)
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Oh look, it’s a miracle. I finished something.
Thanks again to Girlbehindtheglasses for commissioning me via the Marvel Trumps Hate 2018 auction (hahhahahaha sob) and I really appreciate the patience as I try keep going.
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Bucky’s a jerk.
Just saying.