#orphaned fic

Instructions: Go through your WIP folder and find something unfinished to share! It could be something you’re not planning on working on again, or something you’ll continue later, but share whatever you have!

I was tagged by the always talented and amazing @gortashsrighthand

This is a snippet of one-shot I was working on that at first had a lot of wind in it's sails. That is no longer the case, but I'm still proud of what I had written down :3

It was fueled by my need for Ascended Astarion and Vampire Bride things to read at the time. I know that topic is controversial, but I was writing this for MYSELF. I now introduce you to my Dark Urge Drow Sorcerer Alunirra

Tonight, she would die for him. And in dying, she would live forever at his side. The tattoos on her skin prickled with energy as she approached, her storm sorcery responding to the charged atmosphere. Tiny arcs of electricity danced between her fingers, dissipating into the air like fireflies. “Alaunirra.” Her name on his lips was possession and promise. “My darling girl. Are you ready to become mine? Truly, irrevocably mine?” She stopped at the edge of the ritual circle, where his power thrummed against her senses like a tropical storm. “I have always been yours, Astarion. Since the night I let you taste me beneath the stars. Since the moment I saw you for what you truly are- not the mask, not the performance, but the magnificent creature beneath.” A slow smile curved across Astarion’s lips, revealing the barest hint of his fangs. Gods, she was perfect. No cowering, no false modesty, no pretense of being anything other than what she was- an electrical storm wrapped in drow flesh, a daughter of murder who looked at him and saw not a monster, but a god worth worshipping.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/40922640#main

here's some i found of this author

— Bruiseless

— Tying you to me

— I’m sorry, I love you

— Deep sea, baby

https://archiveofourown.org/works/24208330