6 Works by RavenSpell
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On a day that began like any other, Gale's new life experiences an unexpected upheaval - leading him to share his most private thoughts with a lover he never expected to cherish.
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"She met his kiss with a smoldering intensity that ignited him from within.
Perhaps sleep was overrated.
Their hearts beat fitfully against their chests as her lips claimed him, remade him, strengthened him for the day ahead…
…Not that he could tell her, that.
He knew it was wrong. He never should have let himself get in so deep. Devilish deals for the life of his friend or not, the sex had been an optional clause, and…
Well. They’d both taken advantage of it. For some time, now."~*~*~
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While this story is *aftercanon* for The Whimpering Dawn BG3 universe, featuring the "Lemon Cookies" subplot, NEITHER are required reading to enjoy this story. It naturally contains spoilers for Baldur's Gate 3 and the end of the TWD storyline, but nothing that should be surprising. -
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"About three things, I was becoming certain:
First, Edward’s abandonment hadn’t remotely saved my life - whatever his intentions had been.
Second, there was a part of me - and I didn’t know how big - that felt a deep, torrential unrest about how it had all ended.And third…"
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A one-shot "What If?" canon divergence in the Twilight: New Moon Universe
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Persephone, the Dark Urge, meets a cheeky little quasit in an abandoned basement.
A two-foot tall point of view.
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"Time moves strangely in the web of void stretched taut between the skin of the planes.
Nowhere to turn but her mind for company, Shovel had grown to hate the sound of her own voice inside her head. At times, she had achieved a perfect silence in her thoughts, a perfectly lovely bit of nothing to pass the time.
Her limbs were locked in place, curled against her body. There was no heat, no chill - barely any sort of sensation at all as the sands of time ticked idly down, or maybe up. Direction meant nothing, here.
Illy always did this. Left her in the dimensional pocket for ages on end when he didn’t want to share.
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Just Shovel and the Void."~*~author note~*~
Did I spend a little too much time studying quasits? Probably. Do I regret it? Not at all.
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Takes place during Part 2 of "The Whimpering Dawn" universe series, but neither is required reading for the other. -
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Sortita: The first aria sung by each leading character in an opera.
Still reeling from total memory loss, Persephone stumbles into a precarious struggle that leaves the Sword Coast on the brink of war and tyranny - armed with nothing but her name and a little black harp.
Between the pale elf with questionable intentions and an evocative young bard, will she be able to fight the Urge that calls for the blood of everyone she cares about?
Will her memories ever return - and if they could, would she even want them back?
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Shifting 3rd party POV, Summary and tags to be updated later.
50~ chapters outlined in the greater fic - updates in multi-chapter chunks:
I decided this longfic is more digestible in sections.
Most of y’all already know the plot. I don’t deviate a lot up front, but it will by section 2.‘Bite Night’ is Chapter 7 <3 No hard feelings for jumping ahead :P
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- Part 1 of The Whimpering Dawn
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Unexpected chemistry derails a simple negotiation.
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"The demoness's voice was businesslike - clipped. Taking control of the queries.Gale was stunned to discover she knew so much about him.
“Why do you know that?”“Oh any devil knows the only difference between a halfrate wizard and a powerful warlock is a little paperwork - and a good time.”
She closed the distance between them as she looked playfully down at him through her lashes. Electricity crackled through Gale and he blushed hard.
Mizora placed a manicured hand on his chest and leaned in seductively.
“It was ever so easy to keep an eye on you, with your deliciously naughty netherese-tainted heart.” She ran a fingernail down his collar along his exposed chest near the orb.
Gale took an unconscious step back for air, the heady fragrance of citrus, dragonsblood, and a touch of incense overpowering his senses as she sensually stole control of the interaction, towering over him."
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Can Gale make a quick deal for what his friend needs, or will he find himself infernally woven with a mistress of the hells? -
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"Maybe they should have freed more survivors from their pods as they’d fled past them, desperate to reach the command deck of the rumbling spaceship.
Maybe time spent then could have been buying them time now.
Unfortunately, there was nothing that could change the tide of this battle, anymore.
They weren’t going to make it."
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Chrys and her cohorts are trapped in the hells together... or are they just trapped with her?
An icy warlock with a mysterious past and sky-high ambitions is more than annoyed when her would-be abductors crash-landed into hell - especially because it's not her hell.Warning: This Tav's alignment is Chaotic Evil. And this is not a redemption (or Durge) story.