#arivari ari

[ladyeglantine]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Baldur's Gate (Video Games) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Raphael/Tav (Baldur's Gate) Characters: Tav (Baldur's Gate), Raphael (Baldur's Gate) Series: Part 2 of Arivari "Ari" Summary:

“What has disturbed my little mouse so that she would leave my bed?”

Of course she wouldn’t be lucky enough for Raphael not to notice her absence. It was a tiring thing sometimes to be the object of a devil’s obsession. Despite her own feelings, she wouldn’t call his love in the traditional sense given Raphael’s nature. Infatuation would be more accurate, if there had to be a label. Though Ari was never big on those.

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Even at night, Avernus ran hot.

Not that time as Ari understood it really existed there. The sky stayed the same fiery red regardless of material plane sun and moon cycles.

The heat wasn’t nearly as bothersome as the sulfur in the air. That permeated her senses til her eyes burned, her nose wrinkled and throat became scratchy. This time, it also served as a reminder of what she’d just woken up from.

Ari cupped the water of the restoration pool, splashing it against her face. Her hands clenched, fingers digging into her palms. She needed to breathe in, but breathing in steam infused with sulfur air just brought her back to her home on fire, pinned under a beam as raiders went after her brother and sister, butchering them right in front of her. Freeing herself, coughing and struggling to stay awake, looking away from their bloodied bodies til she dragged them outside. Finally falling to her knees and retching upon seeing her parents’ bodies in as just a bloodied state.

Her family gone.

She’d failed all of them.

Ari started at the sudden hands on her shoulders.

“What has disturbed my little mouse so that she would leave my bed?”

Of course she wouldn’t be lucky enough for Raphael not to notice her absence. It was a tiring thing sometimes to be the object of a devil’s obsession. Despite her own feelings, she wouldn’t call his love in the traditional sense given Raphael’s nature. Infatuation would be more accurate, if there had to be a label. Though Ari was never big on those.

“I’ll be fine.”

“Tut-tut, dear.” He lowered himself smoothly behind her, resting his head on top of hers. “I thought we agreed never to lie to each other.”

[ladyeglantine]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Baldur's Gate (Video Games) Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Raphael/Tav (Baldur's Gate) Characters: Tav (Baldur's Gate), Raphael (Baldur's Gate) Series: Part 1 of Arivari Summary:

A collection of ficlets and short one-shots (in no chronological order) on Raphael and Tiefling Ranger Arivari "Ari."

Excerpt:

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When Ari began sleeping with a devil, she didn’t think that would also mean actually sleeping with a devil.

Nights in front of a fire had turned into nights at Devil’s Den and a fire of a different kind. Tieflings may have an innate resistance to fire, but that didn’t mean she wanted to sleep next to -or against- the equivalent of a furnace. Even in his human form, his body ran hot. She grumbled about it at first, but after Raphael refused to change how he slept in his own bed, she accepted it.

After the first few times, though, Ari secretly coveted that warmth, even with the possessive grip that came with it, as strong in sleep as it was awake. The warnings, disapproval, and uncertain looks from her companions from finding out about her nightly activities had dissipated from her tadpoled-brain, along with the voice (well, two counting the Emperor) that asked her what in the hells was wrong with her for wanting this.

She still lay in the bed when Raphael rose to bathe in that spacious bath. She mumbled a question about whether devils needed to bathe. That earned her a scoffed, “A necessity, dear. Why else would I have a room with a tub?” and nip to her bare shoulder.

Ari enjoyed resting her eyes a little longer before she would have to dress and return to camp by the time breakfast was ready and they started their day of defeating cultists and whatever else Baldur’s Gate threw at them. She finally rose, stretching and groaning, her lower body throbbing from the night before. Ari had been quick to discover Raphael was far from a gentle lover.