Works on Ao3

Basically all Astarion x (fem)Tav/OC fanfic at this point. But that does include some poetry!

Hunting Creatures

Completed longfic! 118k words, 34 chapters.

Written in her POV, the story of Strix, my half wood elf ranger/assassin OC, and Astarion. No on-screen sex in the first third, plenty after that.

Birds and bloody kisses, nature imagery and ecology tangents, and smut that occasionally devolves into poetry. Big, hedonistic feelings.

My first, and I think this one will always be close to my heart.

The Vampire’s Verses

Astarion’s poetry, in the Hunting Creatures canon.

Jury Duty: The Flowers of Evil

Active multichapter/longform WIP (long novella/short novel length).

Modern AU, where is Strix gets jury duty for a civil trial with Justice Astarion Ancunín presiding. They start fucking on day 2.

Kinky sex, Les Fleur du Mal (Baudelaire), and sneaky writing about writing.

The author puts her liberal arts education and nerdy lawyer group chat to good use, to the end of writing porn. But it’s porn that took on a life and emotional depth of its own, and has ultimately taken me by surprise (in a good way). I’m lowkey super proud of this one.

At the time of this post, I am almost done writing the penultimate chapter.

Closing Shift

Active multichapter/longform WIP collab with VakarianSyndrome. I write Astarion, she writes her lovely OC, Adelaide.

Modern AU, in which Adelaide and Astarion work the closing shift as baristas at a coffee shop. And while this increasingly heated workplace flirtation might be just the thing to spice up the tedium of their day-to-day lives, it isn’t all fun and games; because Adelaide might just have a stalker, who gets creepier and creepier with every passing day…

Inspired by this one time Vak and I watched a stream of Chilla Art’s “Closing Shift.Gratuitous flirting, suspense, camp, (eventual) smut, and of course, Whippuccinos. Lots of fun.

Fangs for the Memories

Modern AU collab with FartasticDurge, on indefinite hiatus.

Thanks to the lovely @vividiana for the tag.

Written this morning, for something I hope will eventually see the light of day.

“You know, I used to think your good looks were a liability. People remember a pretty face. They pay attention. But now, I think I might have come around.” Jaheira starts to smirk. “Just look at what your pretty face brings in…”

Her smirk deepens to one of those wry smiles, of the sort Strix knows all too well to precede a biting remark. But for a moment, all three remain silent, while the High Harper’s canny gaze shifts to Astarion. Then she says to him, “We are lucky, you and I. That our pretty friend is so besotted.”

“Oh—” Strix begins to interrupt, rolling her eyes impatiently. But Jaheira only glances at her, looking back to Astarion, as she speaks.

“She looks deep into your eyes, and says, ‘my darling, I would kill for you…’” 

And while Strix shifts in her seat, and Astarion remains stoic, Jaheira continues, “Well, it seems that she will get her chance, after all. And as a consummate feminist, it is my dearest hope that you would return the favor…” 

There it is again, that mordant smile. Jaheira adds, “Or at least do the dishes, every once in a while.”

But Strix has had enough. “Oh for fuck’s sake, Jaheira!” she blurts out. “Are you done?!”

“Relax, Owlet.” The older woman brushes her off. “I know how it is. For I, too, was once young and in love. If you can believe it.”

And since I just realized I also got a last line/ sneak peak tag from @nw39, here’s another sneak peek of a future oneshot that is still very early stages, but that you can expect to see before the above (same universe, though)!

In which His Honor learns to love the great outdoors (shameless birder porn)…

“What, are you getting tired?”

“Tired?” Astarion raises his eyebrows. “No. I’m in fabulous shape, if you hadn’t noticed,” he replies with mild indignation.

She has, in fact.

Her lips pucker, as she looks him up and down. “You just need a little pick-me-up?”

Keep reading

Thanks for the tag, @arzen9!

I was just jotting down some initial dialogue for a prompt I got on discord, and here’s the last line I wrote:

“To you,” he raises his glass. “My angel of death…”

(horny AAngst? horny AAngst.)

tags for @dramatiquechipmunk @nocryptographer @deadly-diminuendo

Better late than never lmao- thanks, @nocryptographer!

And I did this one a few months ago, but I’ll do it again. There have been a few additions, a few things completed, and a couple things that have not progressed at all.

RULES: make a new post with the names of all the files in your wip folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you have wips.

• Certified Personal Accountant
• Fucking Your Friends
• A Grand Revel
• Seven Secrets of Ascension
• The Owl Sings at Night (tbd)
• Spring Devouring
• I’ve Never Seen So Many Stars
• The Vampire Lover

No idea who has or hasn’t done this at this point, or how long ago, but here goes: @dramatiquechipmunk @alwaysmauria @arafel0194 @vividiana @preciouslittlebhaalbae @arzen9 @nw39 @dr-acula121

Final chapter of Jury Duty: The Flowers of Evil

Posted yesterday- what a wild ride… 🥲 Come and get it!

I’m not crying, you’re crying. Excerpt below.

Astarion lets out a huff of laughter, rolling his eyes. “What are you talking about?!”

She imitates one of his casual shrugs and drinks a little more coffee, setting her mug down on the bedside table while he goes on. 

“All I said was, quite literally, ‘sounds like fun.’ How is that inviting myself?!”

“It wasn’t what you said, so much as how you said it,” she replies innocently, resting her palms against his chest.

“And how was that?”

“Oh, I don’t know…” Her mouth twitches. “You were looking at me all… leading …”

His incredulous snort breaks into a giggle. “Oh, really?! I was leading?!”

And Strix stares him down with a teasing smile. “Your Honor, he’s being argumentative!”

Astarion gasps dramatically. Her eyes flick to the side as his right hand lifts away from her body, but she returns her gaze to his face to wait with bated breath, biting back laughter, as he milks the anticipation for all it’s worth—raising his hand as slowly as possible, with a devious grin plastered on his face—before, in the blink of an eye, his palm returns to her ass with a resounding slap!
“Overruled!” he declares. And while she squeals, he follows with a second smack. “Bad girl!”

Srix collapses against his chest, cackling uncontrollably. “Oh, no! Are you going to hold me in contempt?!” 

“I might have to,” a smug Astarion replies, fondling the flesh where he slapped her. Snickering, when she just can’t seem to stop laughing; “What in the nine hells has gotten into you?!”

“You!” she gasps, then clears her throat in a feeble attempt to collect herself. “More than once, actually.”

“Can’t argue with that…” Astarion giggles with her, too, before he drops his voice to a performative low growl. “And don’t think I’ve finished with you yet, my pet,” he says, jiggling her ass rather assertively. “I’m afraid that little hike of yours might be optimistic. In fact, you may not even be able to walk home…”

“Is the court threatening me with a good time, Your Honor?” she purrs to his cheek, as best she can through her laughter. Then, she pulls back to see his riant eyes, as he looks into hers. Grinning, as she leans in to kiss him.

It takes him a moment, but his answer does eventually come: a half-stifled, “Yes,” as they kiss, and keep kissing; until the rumbles of thunder become loud enough that Strix gets up and carries her mug off to look out the window.

Photo by Jamie Francis