nerd-inary disaster

Title: The Gift

Ship: Haarlep/Raphael

Summary: 'The incubus, somewhat impatient, tried to reach out with their magic, to understand their master's desires and finally have their hunger sated, but Raphael blocked them out with a hiss.

"Don't”, he said curtly, “No magic until the contract is binding.” The incubus whimpered involuntarily. 'I’ll starve to death before he's even gotten it up', they thought.

“As you wish, my lord”, they said instead.'

Or: Haarlep's first month in Raphael's service, now with sass, trauma bonding and tantric massages.

Rated E

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/59881402

can't believe that not only have I started writing fanfiction about Haarlep but to top it all off it's not even smut but elaborate musings on incubus ethics with a sprinkle of trauma for everyone involved

The house of hope quest should come with a massive trigger warning but once I got passed the noncon of it all, the whole idea that Haarlep doesn't just steal your face but has to transform into your body proper, particularities and all, became so hillarious to me. I'm an ace with a body that's really hard to arouse. Also I have chronic pain and dyspraxia. Good fucking luck with that Haarlep. They'd be back three nights later complaining that the body I gave them isn't working properly, asking for a refund lol.