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mrfancyfoot · 2 years ago

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Another thing I think should be noted is human ingenuity. The Human World is vastly superior to both the Celestial Realm and Demon Realm in terms of technology. The only reason the Demon Realm has any advancement at all is pretty much from Diavolo's efforts to improve it/hijack tech from the Human World, but even that is very piecemeal and he seems to have a focus on communications (which makes sense for his goals) + things that are just fun. There's a lot of very basic technology that hasn't been fully adapted in the Demon Realm (things like plant sprinkler systems, dishwashers, clothes dryers, etc). This could be because they have magical means of doing things similarly, but that takes energy and a primary purpose of most tech is to lessen or eliminate the effort certain tasks require. Some of our favorite boys have commented more than once that having some piece of tech would make their lives so much easier. Poor Barbatos, of all demons, doesn't even have a lot of the appliances that would make his life so much easier, and he's likely considered one of the more open-minded demons.

Headcanon time: If the Human World didn't have some method of defending itself from the demons of old, it would have just been taken over or laid waste to, so I do think humans have some level of inherent magical ability, but that's likely been eclipsed in the current day by modern technology providing more accessible means of doing so. Magic's become more of an untapped resource now in those capable of it. In short, demons (and possibly angels at that) probably aren't immune to methods of modern warfare and I don't think having 'ultimate forms' changes that.

Add to that, the angels and demons we interact with are outright the most powerful in the realms, so it's easy to come away with the sense that they're all like that...but they aren't. The majority are probably more on par with the average human in strength. The students that make up RADs population, and those in the Devildom at large (if you look at the Devildom being more like a capital ruling city of the Demon Realm), are more likely to be stronger elites/nobles, but that's not a large population of the whole.

Demons and angels simply, in a broad sense but with individual exceptions, don't have much if any drive for advancement or progress (Diavolo, again in particular seems to be a notable exception). They are comfortable in their ways and largely don't see reason for change. With how long they live, there isn't any sense of time being short or 'running out.' Humans on the other hand, live comparatively very short lives, so are continuously seeking improvements in order to better enjoy the time they do have. This led humans to make societal improvements incredibly quickly - on practically a 'blink and you'll miss it' scale of time to angels and demons. Which is probably terrifying when you've never seen such things before. Add to that, humans are very curious, have insane drive, likely far out-reproduce demons/angels, and we have a past filled with violent colonialism and high risk taking. Humans come of age within a couple decades but demons/angels seem to take several centuries to millennia. The other two realms could be equally terrified of humans invading them.

i dont think im that big a fan of demons/angels having a big BIG form thats unlike anything human. dont get me wrong, i love the idea of big snake levi or bodyhorror asmo etc but in my opinion it messes up the entire deal with equality between realms.

the entire point of the student exchange program (with its many flaws it has) is to bring everyone to the same level, showing that it is possible for everyone to be viewed & resected the same. if demons and angels have this super-rare third form, and humans don't, equality could never be reached. humans would always be less powerfull then the others.

which means that either 1) no one has a bigger biggest form (bringing them all the more closer to humans) or 2) humans also have a form that isn't normally seen (theres soso many posibilities here!)

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asoulonfire · 7 years ago

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My Current list of Drop-Everything-To-Read Dragon Age Fanfiction

There are SO MANY amazing fanfictions out there, but there are always some that I find will make me drop everything to read. This can change, sometimes it’s because of how long it is between updates, or because of some particually tense cliff hanger from the end of the last chapter. Sometimes it’s because I know the author’s always comment on my fic and so I want to comment on theirs.

Whatever the reason, these are the stories that currently make me drop everything I’m doing as soon as I see there is an update:

Unqualified - by coldturkey

Synopsis: Modern Girl who only knows about Dragon Age through her best friends smutty Solavellan fanfiction ends up in Thedas and decided to take on the task of saving the world. Nothing can go wrong, right?

The Half-Life of Element Zero - by GraphiteGirl

Synopsis: Helen Trevelyan joined the Andromeda Initiative to get away from an unstable and controlling ex. She expected to wake up in the Andromeda Galaxy. She DID NOT expect to wake up Thedas with radiation poisoning and then to be blamed for the deaths of thousands. She is tired, and frustrated and no one here knows anything about basic hygiene. From her perspective, if Asari, Salarians, Turians and Humans can work together, why is it so hard for the people in Thedas to do the same?

NOTE: There are AMAZING renders of the scenes that go along with it. Including one of Solas in Alliance armour. Chapter 19. You’re welcome.

A Whole New World - by @roguelioness

Synopsis: Researcher Samarra Bayart ends up in Thedas. As if that isn’t crazy enough, she ends up with visions and foresight of events to come. Add that to her already extensive knowledge of the Dragon Age games and people are quickly calling her “The Oracle”. She tries to do everything she can to help the Inquisition and save Thedas. But the Dread Wolf has caught her scent...

Some Assembly Required - by @mrfancyfoot

Synopsis: Two MGiT. One with the mark, one with strange powers of foresight. At least they understand each others jokes, right? Both of them strive to try and figure out what on earth (or Thedas) is going on, how they can get home and most importantly how not to die.

Lathbora Viran - by @aeyemenethes

Synopsis: This story is told in First Person through Solas as he is swept into the Inquisition and more importantly, in his growing feelings for its Inquisitor. Also, there is a possible fan theory on the events to redeem Solas after Trespasser.

Savior of the Damned - by @littleblue-eyedbird

Synopsis: Post Trespasser. An injured Fen’Harel is found by Anise Lavellan, sister to the Inquisitor and, despite her better judgement, is taken back to Clan Lavellan to keep him from dying. But perhaps there are things even more powerful than Fen’Harel to be afraid of...

The Two Commanders - by @agentkatie

Synopsis: After defeating the Reapers, Commander Shepard and Liara are transported to Thedas by Corypheus in one of his attempts at godhood. Shepard, a biotic, is found by Knight-Captain Cullen Rutherford outside of Kirkwall. After that everything goes topsy-turvy. (Goes through Kirkwall years and then into Inquisition).

The Reluctant Alchemist’s Guide to Thedas - by paradigmfilter

Synopsis: Margo is an academic who studies botany. When she finds a book that references odd plants she doesn’t think much of it... until she wakes up in Thedas in a body that isn’t hers. Now she has to find a way to survive here, mostly by keeping Leliana from torturing her for information the previous bodies owner had. Doesn’t help that she’s starting to get butterflies in her stomach over a certain bald elf.

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mrfancyfoot · 3 months ago

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Plots & Prosody: Prompts

Raphael x Female Tav/OC (Evie implied)

- Caress -

"She arrives at the House of Hope to find a grumpy, stressed devil in need of a nap. AKA: Despite himself, Raphael succumbs to some of his more human needs."

This prompt was: ‘A simple caress’

Hey..hey, you! Go drink some water/hydrate yourself. ❤️

Some soft Raphael, cutesy shmoop ahead!

This one, while written for my OC, Evie, uses only she/her pronouns while she remains unnamed, so can mostly be read as a generalized Tav/OC (only caveats being that there is brief mention of her fluffy (fox) tail and claws and a bit of backstory).

Rating: T / SFW

Word Count: ~1.9k

Timeline: Plots & Prosody, Part II - Canon

Tags/Warnings: POV F!Tav/OC/Evie; Fluff; Comfort; Cozy; Slight Alcohol/Drug Use by Raphael; Raphael’s Only Soft for Her; Cuddly Devil; Devils Can Purr; Some Slight Charitable Reimaginings of HoH Architecture; Devil Courtship

Main Fic (Rated E/Varied): AO3 + Tumblr | Master List

Related Prompts: A Blank Page , Good Morning

[Quick Context: After Evie spends most of Part I (Game Events) “befriending the devil,” yet denying him her soul, Raphael makes an alternative offer: the Orphic hammer in exchange for her time - specifically, a mandatory number of days every month for a span of two years. He procures his Crown by other means. Evie goes about her new life kick-starting her business and re-inventing modern-day things. Unbeknownst to her, Raphael is using what she obliviously believes is a “contractually mandated friendship” period to court her as his future Archduchess.]

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The evening when she arrived, it was obvious from the deeply etched scowl straining and pinching his face paired with the agitated drumming of his fingers that something had happened - but Raphael was in an unusually untalkative mood. His greeting was short, his responses clipped and distracted. He appeared stuck between summoning her out of obligation to their contract while his attention was needed elsewhere and wanting to shove away everything that was preventing him from utilising their time together.

Seeing his stress and knowing well that he would share the details later if he wanted to, she suggested a quiet evening by the fire, simply enjoying the presence of one another.

She would have suggested that he could keep working if he needed to, but she had a feeling that it was work that got him into this mood and maybe a break was warranted no matter its importance - or perhaps even because of its importance. Raphael was the sort to keep going at something until he hit the wall of exhaustion - either of his energy or of his options, and not infrequently, both. Anything less was seen as wasteful. And so, Raphael repeatedly pushed himself to his limits.

So before he could voice any disapproval, she wandered over to a bookshelf and plucked the partially read anthology of Gnomish short stories residing there from when she had time to fill during other visits. Taking a seat on the chaise near the fire, she beckoned him to the armchair nearby.

He stood from his desk with a roll of his shoulders and massaged his neck. Circling around to its front, he leaned on it and let his eyes scan over the many shelves of books around his office as he brought his hand to his chin thoughtfully in consideration of his own choice in literature. But his shoulders slumped minutely from a sigh and she could see his eyes unfocusing as his mind drifted back towards whatever he’d been thinking on before.

Pursing her lips, she reckoned that she’d be fighting uphill on this one. She asked him if whatever was on his mind was something that needed his attention at that very moment. At the reluctant twist of his lips and partial shake of his head, she followed up by stating that it would do him some good to get out of his office.

Hooking her arm around his, she made an executive decision and brusquely pulled him from his office. Despite how he sputtered and tsk’d and harrumph’d in protest, he still allowed himself to be led through the silent halls - if he didn’t want to be moved there was no way in the Hells she’d be able to budge him. Unsurprisingly, the servants had already made themselves scarce. She detoured to drop him off at the boudoir with a push, telling him to go relax in the bath for a bit before turning on her heel and continuing to her destination.

She bounded all the way up the spiral stairs of the tower and pulled open the heavy door to the bedroom Raphael had decreed as hers a scant few months ago that had seemingly passed in the blink of an eye. Her ‘home away from home’ twice a tenday thanks to their contract.

Though they were friends, drawing presumptions from said contract and the prior ones that he had attempted to get her to sign, she could only further conclude that he wanted her presence around as the occasional distraction from his work in some kind of contract-enforced capacity, as evidenced by the amount of discretion that he allowed her. And if that was what he wanted, she would thusly also be the force ensuring he was taking proper breaks and getting enough sleep when he got like this.

Plus, he could have rescheduled, as per a mutual clause in their contract…yet he didn't.

The room was bright from the open curtains allowing in the ever-shining sun of Avernus. She admired the fresh cut flowers vased upon a table, then set about creating a soothing atmosphere. After lighting a few candles and the fireplace, she drew them tightly closed and plunged the room into a cozy, dim ambiance.

She poured herself a glass of water from the fresh pitcher on her nightstand, changed into something comfy from her wardrobe, and got settled in with her book on the sofa.

An estimated thirty to forty minutes later, Raphael poofed into the room in a bright cloud of smoke and smelling strongly of his bath products - cherries and musk - and a hint of the smoke. He had changed into only a pair of loose lounge pants, and, while he still looked tired, the agitation and irritation from earlier had significantly softened across his features. In his hand was a glass and a bottle of something with a curious shimmer that she would bet was awfully strong. Though ‘mortal’ alcohol didn’t affect devils, there were some substances in the Hells that could affect them similarly - she’d eat the book in her hand if that bottle didn’t contain at least one of them.

He was quick to spy her and sauntered over, pulling the top from the bottle. He filled his glass and immediately downed the contents. His eyes closed as he savored it. The glass was then refilled and the bottle loudly plunked down on the nearby coffee table as he turned and sank into the sofa.

Reaching over, his finger tipped her book up enough to glimpse the cover. He allowed his head to fall against the back cushion and demanded that she read to him.

She asked if he would like her to start from the beginning.

Raphael replied that ‘from where’ didn’t matter; he simply wanted to hear her lovely voice.

And so - feeling a little awkward at first as this wasn’t something she had ever really done outside of school classes - she picked up where she left off in the middle of a silly lesson story filled with cooking mishaps.

After that story came to a close, she noticed that he was battling keeping his eyes from closing. Most of his drink was gone, the glass balanced precariously on his thigh within his slackened hold.

He waved her off when she suggested that he could take a nap but either didn’t notice or didn’t care when she slipped the glass from his hand and placed it on the table before she began reading aloud the next story.

Yet it wasn’t long until he was twisting around to impishly rest his head on her thigh, under the guise of needing the rest of the sofa to stretch himself out.

It struck her that the way he fought against his need for sleep - for this wasn’t the first time she had seen him push himself to this point and refuse to allow himself actual rest - was likely another manifestation of his denial and detestation of the human, mortal part of himself.

Seeing him start to lull and yearning for a little bit of payback for the hands that always managed to find themselves threading through the fur of her tail that he’d pulled over his chest, she began running her fingers through his hair, her claws light against his scalp.

With a startled grunt, his hand reflexively shot up as though to stop her, but he caught himself, his fingers curling tensely inches away from her own that had halted, as he seemed to reconsider the objection that was quick to ignite his actions. His narrowed eyes stared up at her beneath the pinched furrowing of his brow. She kept steady, her own gaze calmly returning to her book, as though trying not to scare off a wild creature that may interpret eye contact as something predatory.

Slowly his arm lowered again to rest over his stomach and she saw the tension leave his neck and shoulders. She resumed playing with his hair.

He said nothing of the exchange, as though the interruption never happened.

His hair was soft and smooth with the slightest curl at the ends. It had obviously just been washed but he must have magically dried it. It left the slightest residue of some product on her fingers and her movements once more scented the air tartly with cherries.

By the time she finished the second story, his eyes had closed again and his belly was rising and falling with the deeper breaths of sleep.

Truly, even a devil needed his moments of peace.

How many others did he allow to see him so vulnerably? Knowing that couldn’t number many made her feel both pity and privileged. That would only become exponentially unlikely as he chased his ambitions and brought the Hells under his power. He couldn’t afford to allow himself to be vulnerable around others. The amount of trust he placed in her - despite not even having control of her - brought a sense of awe. Their friendship was something she had come to cherish so fast.

But she couldn’t fall asleep here on the couch like this herself or they’d both be waking up later with sore necks and complaining.

Closing the book, she contemplated how successful she’d be in coercing him into going back to sleep if he woke up even for the brief moment to relocate to her bed.

Her fingers gently caressed the planes of his face, so much softer in sleep when not pulled and twisted by the scowls and exaggerated masks he wore during the day.

A boop on the nose didn’t wake him as she thought it would.

So she poked his cheek and threw on her ‘no nonsense’ voice, telling him to get up. His eyes fluttered slightly, but he resisted until she stood and his head dropped back to the sofa.

The jolt did the trick to wake him and she used his momentary confusion to try to pull him to his feet. He jerked his arm away but sat up with a growl, all the while, looking like he was about to tip over. With a roll of her eyes, she bent forward and grasped his hands, attempting to haul him up again while advising that they should go to bed.

Begrudgingly, he relented, finally standing and following her guidance the short distance to her bed, his hand still in hers.

She pulled the light cover back and slid to the other side. He climbed in after her with a yawn but veritably fell to the mattress. With hardly enough time to pull the cover over herself, he shifted to close the distance between them, slinging an arm over her waist as he pressed his face to her side with a content rumble that morphed into a deep purr.

Within a few breaths, Raphael was once more asleep.

She let out a quiet laugh - forever giddy since discovering devils and tieflings purred - and covered her own yawn. Getting as comfortable as she could with a deceptively heavy devil now using her as a teddy bear, she closed her eyes and felt the soft haze of sleep overtake her.

Part 2...?

#Plots & Prosody #baldur's gate 3 raphael #bg3 Raphael #raphael x tav #raphael the cambion #baldur's gate 3 fanfic #baldur's gate 3 raphael fanfic #mrfancyfoot #raphael x oc #Prompt Fill #Fluff #Comfort #Cuddly Devil #Soft Raphael #Cutesy shmoop

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mrfancyfoot · 11 days ago

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~WIP Whenever~

Preview of a WIP piece for Plots & Prosody! :D

And a preview of upcoming chapter 19 (no CWs req'd):

She had to think exceedingly carefully about this. Accepting meant that whatever terms agreed upon would be binding. She wasn’t exactly thrilled about having anything tying her to the incubus. But they were presently part and parcel to Raphael’s world and if she chose to stay in it in any manner, she could need the protection he was offering.

The NDA looked boiler-plate. If she spoke of Haarlep to any but the listed entities - mostly made up of Raphael’s circle it seemed but she didn’t recognise all of the names or entities - or the existence of the contract itself, their contract and any terms within would be null and void. She could essentially continue as-is without any further burden but have assured protection through her own terms.

“Question: is ‘Haarlep’ their actual name and/or is this fully enforceable if not?” She had never seen it spelled out before and now that she had, her brain was seeing a curious pattern of letters. An anagram? The incubus had a version of his skin and evidently even his name. A dim light lit up in a tiny corner of her brain as it tinkered away with the little bits and pieces she’d gleaned over the time she’d known them both.

“How astute.” Was she right? “I assure you that, with the proper terms, it is fully binding as an Infernal contract.”

She couldn’t help but feel as though this was some kind of test. ‘Proper terms,’ yeah…

“I don’t get it,” she huffed. “If you actually cared about me saying anything about them, this would have come up months ago after I first met them. Why now?”

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mrfancyfoot · 4 months ago

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Plots & Prosody: Prompts

Raphael x Evie (f!OC)

- A Blank Page - "Evie starts her contractually mandated courtship friendship period with Raphael and he presents her with a gift."

A short, (uhm, mostly) cute and fluffy prompt piece for Part II of Plots & Prosody. Part II begins post-BG3 events wherein Evie begins making a life for herself in Baldur's Gate, and Raphael is making good on his plans to conquer unite the Hells...while also trying to court her (of which she is completely oblivious).

This will probably be absorbed into Prosody in some form in the future when I get to the appropriate place officially, but for now, it will live on Tumblr. :)

Thank-you, anonymous friend, for spinning up a prompt!

Prompt Rating: T / SFW Word count: 777 Timeline: Plots & Prosody, Part II - Canon Tags/Warnings: POV Evie; POV Raphael; Raphael x Evie; Fluff; Friendship; Stalking; Obsession; Dark Romance

Main Fic (Rated E/Varied): AO3 + Tumblr | Master List Related Prompts: Good Morning , Caress , Supreme

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“A gift, my dear,” Raphael declared as he held out a book - a journal - to her, “to commemorate the transition to a new chapter of your life.”

Wide-eyed, Evie accepted it and ran her hands over the soft, reinforced, black leather cover. It was embossed with her name in a golden script between a trio of tiny, glimmering gemstones arranged into a fanned shape with golden scrolling.

It was the first thing he’d given her without the expectation of receiving something in return. She almost questioned it, though he had deliberately used the word ‘gift.’

“Oh, gosh, this feels almost too nice to use!” she exclaimed as she paged it open. High-quality binding, pages that were thick enough that ink wasn’t going to simply bleed through them.

He smiled smugly as she lifted it to her nose and inhaled the delicious smell of new leather and paper. And not muck and mildew like her current one...

“Are these…opals?” she asked in awe.

Raphael nodded with a gesture, his eyes flicking between her ears. “I couldn’t help but notice that you appear to have a preference for the gem.” He then frowned, his brow raising in question. “If that is incorrect, I can have another placed instead.”

Evie shook her head emphatically. “No, no! It’s one of my favorites.” She self-consciously brushed a hand over her ear realising that she did wear a number of them, even if they were small and minimalistic.

“The journal is enchanted to repel the grime and spills of daily happenstance,” he informed her knowingly.

“Easier to be careful when you’re not travelling and living out in the wilds for months,” she justified as she fought back a blush of embarrassment. “But thank you, I very much appreciate the consideration!”

“Ah! Not to be forgotten, there is something else.” His fingers rose to snap and a small, oblong box dropped into his hand that he also passed to her. “I have seen that you are making strides in your endeavor to render quills obsolete, though in the meanwhile, I thought a fresh plume was warranted. This one will take dictation.”

Slipping the journal into the crook of her arm, she carefully lifted the lid off the box. Inside was cushioned a fine, white quill with a pearlescent sheen that reminded her of the opals. She was mesmerized by how stunning it was and knew, again, that she would be hesitant to use something so nice.

And she could use it for dictation?

“Oh, wow… You really didn’t have to!” The thoughtfulness that went into it genuinely touched her.

Today marked the first day of fulfilling her side of their contract - in exchange for the Orphic hammer, she had agreed to spending a minimum of six full days with him every month, for a period of two years. It was really just more or less a continuance of their meetings from before…in contract form. An easy thing to agree to, all things considered at the time. And he still got his Crown, so almost everyone was happy in the end.

Though, from even before then, it had increasingly felt like Raphael was afraid of the possibility of losing her presence in his life since she repeatedly refused to sign over her soul to him. He clearly saw her time as at least equal in value to the hammer. It was cute, in a ‘contractually mandated friendship’ kind of way.

Raphael would probably, absolutely never admit it, but it was clear as day to her that the human part of the devil needed real affection and affirmation. And so, she would gladly help to fill that need.

“May I hug you?” she slyly asked with a grin.

While he looked mildly surprised for all of half a second, he removed his hand from his hip and held his arms out.

She excitedly bounded forward to wrap her arms around him and felt him mirror her. “I do love them, thank you.”

“Think nothing of it, my dear,” he smoothly replied with a chuckle. “I am merely happy to see that you are pleased with them and in knowing that they will assuredly be put to excellent use.”

He couldn’t fool her. Raphael might have been cool as a cucumber on the outside, but his heart was now beating up an awful racket in his chest. She bit her lip to keep from giggling.

As he returned the fox’s silly, giddy embrace, Raphael eyed the gifted journal’s twin - where within her ink would be duplicated - nestled surreptitiously between other books upon the shelves nearest his desk.

Another way to keep a close watch on his intended.

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mrfancyfoot · 2 months ago

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~WIP Wednesday!~

A snuggly devil and his favorite pillow fox.

And a preview of Chapter 18 of Plots & Prosody (pic not quite related to this chapter, lol):

He grinned. The invigorating feeling of triumph flooded his veins upon seeing Evie still asleep but having moved across the expanse of the bed to mold herself into his side, her hand balled into the loosened fabric of his silk robe with her tail curled over his waist as her breaths puffed sweetly across his chest.

What a paradox for the fox to shirk touch and deny attentions awake, yet seek it so strongly while asleep. A tad starved for the touch of another, was she? The unconscious psyche was ever a revealer of truths and desires. He merely had to peel away all those pesky inhibitions.

Sorry for the slow progress, life stuff happens. <3

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mrfancyfoot · 22 days ago

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Plots & Prosody: Prompts

Raphael x Evie (f!OC)

- A Gift of Heart-

"To a devil, gifting the heart of your enemy (for free, no less!) is practically a confession of love.

Evie contemplates getting a spray bottle to spritz her murderous cat of a devil friend."

Happy Halloween! This prompt is slightly thematic for the holiday (in a, uh, horror kind of way - sort of. More along the lines of Addams Family kind of "horror"). 😈

Did not quite succeed in getting both prompts out for October, but I should have my Kinktober prompt out very soon (and unlike this one, I have spent far more time on it than two sleep deprived nights). :)

Rating: M / NSFW-ish

Word Count: ~1.2k

Timeline: Plots & Prosody, Part II - Canon

Tags: POV Evie; She/Her Pronouns; Raphael Referenced; Housemate Astarion; (Dark) Humor; ...Fluff?; Dark Romance; Evie is a Bit Socially/Romantically Naive; Some Mutual Pining; Devil Courtship; The Devil is Smitten; Raphael probably off strutting around like a tom cat so proud of himself

Warnings: Gore (Dismembered Body Parts...As Gifts); Referenced Murder; Implied Eating of one such part (Astarion); Evie has found herself a surprising degree of okay with most of this

Main Fic (Rated E/Varied): AO3 + Tumblr | Master List (contains related prompts)

[Quick Context: After being isekai'd by the nautiloid, Evie spends most of Plots & Prosody Part I (Game Events) “befriending the devil,” yet denying him her soul. Once things settle after game events, Evie goes about her new life kick-starting her business and re-inventing modern-day things. She remains oblivious to Raphael's attempts at courting her and chalks many of his more questionable behaviors up to cultural differences.]

Part of my devil courtship series.

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Being friends with a devil was very akin to being friends with a particularly mischievous, deadly cat. A cat that sometimes left little unsettling gifts in the middle of her dining room table to show its fondness.

It was mid-morning when she woke and readied enough to drag herself downstairs for breakfast. The glint of shiny, gaudy wrapping paper had been quick to catch her eye. The ribboned cube was about the size of a hat box and she recognised who it was from upon sight for Raphael had a set of preferences and this was far from being the first. Crimson paper, gold ribbon, occasionally switched up when he was feeling extra pretentious with gold paper and crimson ribbon or with a navy accent.

As his cherished, self-appointed best, and only, friend - though he was certainly putting effort into getting her to agree to the forever ‘forever’ part - the word that came to mind for this behavior was ‘lavish.’ Raphael had begun to lavish her with gifts.

Exotic spices, rare books, furs with magical properties, trinkets from his travels, fine clothing, expensive jewelry.

Which wasn’t at all what she had expected several months ago. Her goal with ‘befriending the devil’ had started out as purely self-preservation as a means to stay on his good side if he was as adamant about getting her soul as he claimed. Perhaps they’d occasionally have tea and trade book recommendations, catch a play at the theatre... Actually succeeding was not something she had foreseen.

But though she insisted that he didn’t have to gift her anything, let alone such finery, he insisted that he did. His friend had a place of high honor in his life that deserved it. And to show that he could - protecting and spoiling her these ways was another display of his power and status.

Those were the innocuous gifts, at least comparatively - she wasn’t sure she wanted to know where they all may have come from. The gifted body parts were…less so.

A behavior that she was still parsing. Being friends with a powerful devil meant having to make some concessions and strive to understand their culture.

She supposed it was how he showed he cared.

At least he wasn’t yet leaving her half dead things to tell her that her own skills needed honing.

Evie thumbed the bow of the pretty, sleek ribbon and slipped the tiny card out from under it. The back was signed with a simple, scripted initial R. It carried his distinctive, warm scent that she took in fondly.

He never wanted there to be any question as to who the gifts came from.

“Ooo, another present, I see. Isn’t that the second this tenday?” Having come from his own room, Astarion sidled up beside her and gleefully peered over her shoulder. “Now, what do you suppose is hidden within this one? More jewelry to match? A nice set of ears? Oh, I know! A stunning pair of earrings still attached to the lobes. Do hurry up, I’m dying of anticipation!” He giggled to himself. Earlier this week was an enchanted bracelet. Not attached to anything.

His question was somewhat rhetorical given his heightened sense of smell, so he would at least know if it was ‘organic’ or not.

“Hmm.” She lifted the box and gave it a gentle shake. “It has an odd weight. Bit more oomph to it than I would have thought. So…I’mma say some unlucky soul has been relinquished of…something.”

Guessing the contents had become somewhat of a game between them.

Evie pulled at the ribbon and flipped the top off the box.

She leaned over the box and squinted, her head tilting.

A heart.

Lovingly nestled within tissue paper splattered with still-wet blood.

Astarion bent closer and she heard him inhale deeply. “Oh, my. A bit engorged but it does look delicious, darling.” He stepped aside and scanned her, asking, “Did something happen? I cannot wait to find out which poor sap crossed you the wrong way to deserve this.” As though he didn’t also contemplate the same thing. There was once a time that he bemoaned Raphael ‘beating’ him to dealing with certain problems. It was a cute little rivalry between her bloodthirsty gremlins.

She would like to say that it bothered her, but trying to keep her workers safe was such an immense burden with how troubled and unsafe the Gate was, especially at night and especially in the Lower City. Thugs, sharks, drunkards…dandy nobles able to bribe guards and magistrates to get their way. She could fend for herself, but many of her women and younger employees couldn’t. With her hired security only able to do so much above water if the proper authorities refused to act, it was little skin off her nose for the lowest of scum to find their way to the Hells.

“No, nothing comes to mind for this one.” She sighed, a wry smile pulling at her lips. “You can have it if you don’t drool on me, Asta. Please put it on ice if you don’t plan to do anything with it right now, though.”

He snagged the box with an eager, ‘Don’t mind if I do.’ and walked off, disappearing down the hall.

She’d have to dispose of it anyhow so having a vampire housemate made that easy.

Hopefully the authorities wouldn’t come pounding on their door after finding a body - if there even was one - but she feared if Raphael kept threatening and picking off her enemies and those who had done her wrong, someone out there was bound to make the connection back to her as a common denominator.

A drunken fishmonger had mysteriously lost some fingers after inappropriately grabbing her and finding himself thrown into the bay.

A set of eyeballs from a disgustingly lustful trio of gangsters thinking they’d cornered her in an alley near her warehouse. She had dealt with them, as well, but apparently Raphael felt more needed to be done.

The tongue of who had once been her daily catcaller on her way to work.

Occasionally, Raphael felt the need to posture and share the origins of such offerings, though often it was a few days or even weeks until they learned who the bits came from.

Raphael had once shared the deplorable things a visiting noble had said of her to him while at a gala. Decorative beads had been made from his bones and Raphael was having them sewn into a dress for her to wear to an upcoming event in the Hells.

He, of course, would never dirty his own hands within the Material Plane, but he had plenty of agents and those in his debt to carry out his orders.

As this one had not been handed to her, it was more likely that they’d be hearing of the potential cause and prior owner at some point from the news or street gossip mill.

As amusing as it was to imagine spraying the devil with water in the same way one would attempt to alter the behaviors of a cat, she doubted it would be so simple. But, thinking like a devil, maybe she would have more luck getting him to cease the morbid gifts from the angle of conveying that she felt insulted by the assumption that she could not or was not handling these things properly herself.

Her stomach rumbled and she decided to think on it more after breakfast. She palmed the tiny gift card and made her way to the kitchen.

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Raphael x Evie (f!OC)

Fic Rating: E/Varied | Chapter 1: AO3 + Tumblr | Master List

Chapter 18: May Not Be Prada "The devil craves affection. Evie’s clothes go missing."

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Rating: M-ish / NSFW-ish Word Count: ~2.8k Tags: POV Raphael; POV Evie; Bathing; Slight Angst; Cuddly Devil; The devil wants to play dress-up so badly Warnings: Minor Memory Loss of Trauma; Processing of Trauma

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Raphael awoke surrounded by the scent of her. Though a disorienting thing following his dream, his mind was sharp following the restorative hours of sleep and he was quick to recall the events of the evening.

Of returning to the fox snoozing fastly, of scouring her journal and detailing her features…of interrupting Haarlep’s harebrained scheme.

And then his dream of a fox, a field, innumerable fishes and hooks, a city in ruins, a city in thrive…and the reward of his prize.

Well, well…

He grinned. The invigorating feeling of triumph had flooded his veins upon seeing Evie still asleep after having moved across the expanse of the bed to mold herself into his side, her hand balled into the loosened fabric of his silk robe with her tail draped over his waist as her breaths puffed sweetly across his chest.

What a paradox for the fox to shirk touch and avoid attentions awake, yet seek them so strongly while asleep. Starved for the touch of another, was she? The unconscious psyche was ever a revealer of truths and desires. He merely had to peel away all those pesky inhibitions.

Had his dream ended so salaciously due to her proximity? Had he not awoken because of his mind marrying her touch and scent with the version ravaged in his dream? Or perhaps it said something of the miniscule amount of threat he felt from her. Ever the soft, little fox.

Everything else scheduled for the day was hastily cast aside as trivial as his mind whirled with new machinations for this development.

His own subconscious in sleep had reiterated that the fox - soon-to-be Hero of the Gate and so many fishes! - was who would lead him to his triumph as he patiently endured. In having one, the other would follow.

He glanced down and rolled his eyes, far from the first time, at her raggedy clothing. It was time she more suitably graced his presence.

A few penned missives sent out for the necessary changes to the day’s itinerary and he was free to take advantage of an unhurried morning.

Raphael summoned forth his notes from the past evening to continue his observations and thoughts. Once to his satisfaction, he had the day’s work brought promptly to him.

Reports were delivered on a plethora of new petitioners seeking his aid - some more compelling than others. A majority held nothing of interest and were hardly worth the effort for their pitiful souls, thusly delegated. Alongside those were a handful of updates from his agents - all goals on track. Fate was shining upon him favorably.

Throughout his work, he watched Evie shift and squirm in her sleep - coiling herself in the sheets, kicking them off, rubbing her face into the pillows, stretching out across the bed, contorting herself into a number of odd positions, curling into his side. Occasional sighs contentedly passed her lips, none the wiser to who she cuddled up. At times her tail twitched or flopped over her side. She was fond of gathering it to herself and pressing her face into the fur.

Her head was now in his lap while her arms clutched a pillow to her chest. He ran his fingers through her hair as he read, playing with the frazzled curls as they clung and wound to his fingers until bouncing back. She would be even softer with proper products.

He felt her nuzzle into his stomach. She yawned, wiping at her eyes. With an annoyed grunt and shake of her head, she dislodged his hand, much to his amusement.

Her eyes fluttered open and peered up at him for a fleeting second before she flung the covers from herself, jumping out of her skin and tumbling off the other side of the bed with a squeal.

“Ow,” he heard her whine.

“So, she awakes,” he greeted, unable to see any bit of her from where he lounged.

Raphael had left to do…who-knows-what with a promise to return after she bathed and freshened up.

“It is time the three of us sat down together and had ourselves a little chat.”

Her memory of last night was hazy but she remembered enough to put the pieces together. And the jerk had definitely flipped through her journal going by some of the very specific choices of vocabulary he had dropped before handing it back to her. Well, not like she had ever really been hiding her dislike of Haarlep. She thought she had been pretty careful with what she chose to write down, so even the devil getting ahold of it didn’t concern her too much. At least he wasn’t yet making fun of her personal stuff...

Raphael had assured her that she had not been ‘sullied’ by the incubus…but the intent had been there, they still attacked her, and it was more than enough to make her anxious and itchy over the prospect of seeing them again. “Haarlep will behave,” he had said. She didn’t know what Raphael had planned, but he had been in a peculiar mood before he left.

Maybe she should have put her foot down, demanded to be returned to camp immediately-

But that was running from the conflict and if it really was all Haarlep, it wasn’t really fair to not extend a bit of trust to Raphael on this. Maybe there was a degree of negligence to lead to what happened, but she saw how tired Raphael was - and he saw how tired she was and gave her an actual bed to sleep in. Apparently not his that she woke up in, but all the same. Was that not another sign of her making inroads with him? Raphael could have simply sent her back to her bedroll and she’d have spent another night on the ground. Waking up next to him was a little disconcerting, to say the least, but he’d even stayed to ensure her safety.

It was Haarlep that took advantage of the pieces they saw align.

Ugh, her head was pounding.

She took a steadying breath. With the incubus supposedly chained in the dungeon there was no reason to keep thinking about it and working herself into a panic. Especially when Raphael was letting her use his big fancy bath as an olive branch.

Evie padded around the edge of the pool, careful to not knock into or trip over any of the candles, incense, stray pillows, and other items strewn about. There was an area where jars, towels, and other little amenities had been left on an ornate tray. Kneeling next to them, she picked up each colorful jar and bottle to check what they were.

Nothing was labeled well but they were different consistencies. She opened the one she thought might be soap and was greeted by the pleasant scent of vanilla, apple, and cinnamon. Another was scented the same. Hot damn, she was gonna smell like apple pie.

If she didn't know better than to bite the hand of the devil 'feeding’ her, she'd be tempted to be a terrible guest and steal these. Though she supposed that also required clothing with pockets or her bag and she had neither…

Evie glanced around and focused her hearing to make sure no-one was around this time and then stripped of her bed clothes. Dipping her toes into the pool, the water was hot enough to make her hiss at first but not so hot she couldn’t adjust to it. She slowly stepped down a few stairs, the water rising until it was over her waist.

She moved into the pool just far enough to easily wet her hair and then stepped back up the stairs near the jars to set about getting scrubbed up lest she take too long gawking at everything and get interrupted by someone.

From the moment she entered the water, she noticed a slight tingle rippling briefly across her body. Her minor aches and the bruises developing after her tumble from the bed disappeared within a few moments. Even the pounding din of her headache was gone. Nifty.

…Had the blisters on her hands and feet already been gone?

Now that she thought about it, prior to getting in the water, she sure hadn’t felt like she’d attempted to fight off an incubus. She’d really only felt like she’d slept on her neck weird. And her claws were all really clean for what Raphael had said she’d done to Haarlep. Had she been cleansed with this water already?

Giving herself a few minutes to lie back and relax with the water up to her chin, certain thoughts renewed their gnawing on her brain.

Astarion was gonna yell at her for being gone so long…and probably Karlach. Astarion might stab her for getting a hot bath. The others would just look at her with pity no matter what she said.

Lae’zel was the only one who ever approved and even that was in a “we all do what we must” way.

Convincing any of them that she wasn’t trading her body for intel from a devil was becoming frustratingly difficult.

She had to keep telling herself that their concern meant they cared about her, no matter how grating it was to have to keep saying that Raphael wasn’t being inappropriate with her in any way. HisIncubusWasAnotherMatter.

But if she did want to sleep with him…well, that was her choice.

Or was it? The damned incubus could be cursed six ways from Sunday for sticking those thoughts in her head. She couldn’t trust any of what she might still feel to not be tainted from their influence.

It was nonsense, anyway.

Raphael was direct. There was a lot he wanted from her already and if he wanted that, he would have been direct in saying something. He had an incubus who possibly served that purpose and with his status, she was sure he had his pick of whoever practically lining up. He saw her as some fancy lap dog companion - but that was better than seeing her as literal food, right?

Astarion seemed to think Halsin was interested in her, so maybe she should dust off her flirting skills and redirect her wayward urges somewhere safer. At least morally. Physically, she had no idea how she’d fare on ‘Mount Halsin.’ He was good-looking but intimidating in more than one way…

Once finished bathing, she pulled herself from the water and wrapped herself in a soft towel. She would have loved to spend more time in the water, but it felt so nice that she was liable to fall asleep again in it.

Hair - gently towel dried with a touch of magic heat, combed out with her fingers, and curls tamed with a touch of extra conditioner. Tail and fur - squeeze dried, brushed out, conditioner applied, brushed again. Ears - drained. Lotion - applied.

Clothes - missing.

New clothing was folded where she had left hers…but that meant someone had been here. But when? She’d never heard anyone but she hadn’t been paying attention to her dirty clothes to know when the swap may have happened.

Scowling, Evie pulled the towel tighter around herself and looked around again before lifting the provided clothes.

A white cotton dress shirt with a frilled collar and button cuffs, kinda baggy khaki trousers that would stop just past her knees - there was a word for these… Oh, knickerbockers! - a matching waistcoat, and a pair of wedge sandals.

The panties were…strings. They were strings.

The bra was…not better.

There was no undershirt.

Who picked this out?

Evie sighed in resignation. She had gotten used to binding her chest with strips of cloth out of necessity for the support and protection from chaffing, but the one provided would hardly even provide that. This all would still have to make due unless she wanted to sit around in a towel, and the waistcoat, at least, would cover her chest enough. Besides, she didn’t want to be rude if this was what devils typically wore. She might have had a sample size of two - one being an incubus, though she supposed Mizora would technically be a third even though she’d only seen her all of once - but it wasn’t like she had any idea what Raphael typically wore under all that fancy silk. Well, ‘when in Rome,’ and all that…

She nearly fell backwards into the pool trying to maneuver her tail through the straps of the panties. Why did she keep trying? Some grasp at the final remnants of her dignity from this stay.

The trousers thankfully were properly designed with tails in mind and had hidden eye hooks to keep everything secure back there without being bulky. The only issue with them was that tails from those that they were designed for seemed to be noticeably higher up than hers and far more muscular, leading to a larger cutaway needed for them than for hers. Though with her long fur, most gaps shouldn’t be visible. Way better than the holes she had been cutting into her clothes.

Not even bothering with attempting to get the bra on, she slipped the shirt over her head, buttoned, and tucked it in, then shrugged the waistcoat on. The shirt sleeves were just a bit too long for her, but that was nothing that couldn’t be fixed by rolling the cuffs to her elbows.

Spotting a mirror, Evie walked over it to get a proper look at herself.

Well, this was a look.

Maybe this was devil or tiefling city fashion?

She felt a bit now like she’d been zapped back a hundred years in fashion, but it was working for her and she was pleasantly surprised. Wearing something properly fitting for once was probably the main thing pulling its weight, though. It was really nice to have a figure again.

The shoes weren’t terribly practical since she’d probably fall and break her face if she tried running in them. But…they were cute and new, so she could wear them inside for now.

Evie tidied everything where she had found it and poked through what else had been left. The makeup was debated. Little pots and tiny bottles and colorful cakes of shimmering colors. Though she didn’t typically wear much, she was curious.

…Having absolutely no idea what time it was beyond ‘morning, probably…hopefully,’ and because no-one had come to check on her yet - again? - she grabbed the products and headed to one of the vanities.

Another thing to look forward to in the city: this was much higher quality than what she had bought at the Grove. Though considering who was providing it, she didn’t want to think on how much it might have cost.

Had Raphael chosen any of this or did he have someone else pick it all out? The Autumn oranges and taupes were her colors. Someone here had an eye.

Getting too done up would make her face look out of place with what she was wearing and she didn’t exactly want to fight off even more questions upon returning to camp - they were gonna be pissed for holding everything up - so she stuck with simply doing her lashes and rubbing a bit of color into her cheeks to help herself look more awake. Too bad there weren’t pins for her hair, she thought while trying to convince some of the awkward regrowth of what remained of her sidecut to sit somewhere around her ear that wasn’t just weirdly straight up.

“There, look who's all bright-eyed and bushy-tailed!”

She’d heard Raphael’s measured footsteps as he’d walked into the room but waited until he came closer and spoke to turn and face him.

“Hello. You seem in a better mood,” Evie observed as she hopped off the vanity stool. And now fully dressed.

With a tilt of his head, eyes scrutinized her critically. He leaned for a more thorough scan. “It will do. A far better presentation, I still decree,” he said at last, though whether he fully approved was nebulous. “A figure was hidden beneath those flour bags, after all!”

“Thank-you for the clothes! And use of your bath,” Evie expressed sincerely with a slight bow. “Though…where are my clothes?” Maybe they were being laund-

“Incinerated.” Her face must have shown her incredulity and bafflement. He elaborated with a sharp smile, “Those rags were hardly appropriate.” He must have hated them more than he let on… “Now, dear fox, brunch has been served.”

Evie's ears and stomach perked to that.

He turned and began walking from the room with the full expectation that she would follow. Frantically making sure she had her journal this time and wasn’t forgetting anything else, she hurried to catch up.

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