#how Haarlep and Raphael met

[tavyliasin]

A Prequel? Haarlep, is that you?...

Hello darlings~ I have landed where all writers who love Haarlep end up eventually, imagining their first meeting with Raphael, how they came to be in the cambion's service, what they were like before taking his form. Both are probably around 120 years old, so they are well established in their own rights, but by their races' standards they are young and inexperienced. I'm only half working on this between my request list for now, because the idea won't let me go, but have a few little previews below the cut, including a version of their appearance that a very talented Tav-maker has made with their lovely mods~ Other renditions of them based on my imagined description are more than welcome, I do very much enjoy seeing different interpretations. Preview below the cut! If you'd rather wait for the first chapter to drop, give me a few more days while I work on a few deadline pieces ahead of event exchanges and I'll publish it on AO3 <3

The first appearance of the un-named incubus.

A young fiend stood before a glimmering doorway, uncertain of when precisely they were meant to cross the threshold. They were dressed in a black silk outfit that gave them an appearance of masculine androgyny. Dark tan skin and bright green eyes might have looked human, if it weren’t for the 4 short horns protruding from their brow, slightly parting black hair that cascaded down their back and over their shoulders almost blending with the silks they wore. The other tells of their demonic nature were more obvious, however. Huge wings with blackened edges, claws at the tip, coloured in sunset hues of red and gold stretched out behind them, quivering with nervous anticipation. A long tail with an arrow-tip end pawed at the ground behind them, kicking up a little infernal ash. All they carried was the clothing they wore and the instructions they had been given. A simple enough task, and they were hardly inexperienced, but their first meetings were usually within a dream. Subtly watching their target, learning their desires and their fears, finding every intimate secret they hid in their subconscious before they would ever appear before them physically. They sighed. They didn’t even have a name to bring with them. Whatever it was had been taken, a simple exchange for a promised reward. “Let him name you,” the instructions had been clear, “let him do as he wishes. Get close, learn all you can, and deliver it back to me. You are no fool, incubus, and neither is he. But play the game well, and you will have the life of your dreams in the end. A home all of your own, whatever meals you desire delivered to your door, complete power over the domain I shall grant you.” It was tempting. It would be tempting to any incubus or succubus. They also couldn’t deny a small amount of pride at having been chosen. It sounded like the advances of succubi had already been rejected, so they relished the thought of a challenge. Besides, the son of Mephistopheles was hardly without any power of his own. They took a deep breath, steeling their nerves before they stepped through the portal.  ------------

The sass starts early with this one...

The cambion put his feet on the floor and straightened up the papers, putting them in a neat stack on the table. He stood, walking towards the invited invader in his home, stalking around them to observe and assess them. “I’m not a piece of meat, Raphael.” They stood still nonetheless, allowing him to pace and take in all of their form. They flexed their wings and tail to put on more of a show. “Do you like what you see?~” “Passable.” The cambion grunted, the highest praise he had given any attempt yet. “And good you finally recognise your master’s name. So, why are you here?” “You know that much. Your dear father sent me. You are well aware that many of your kind take ours as advisors, partners in pleasure, or allies for whatever purposes you might have for our abilities.” The incubus grinned, the hint of slightly sharpened teeth glinting in the light as they looked down on the smaller human form of their supposed master. “You’re a spy.” Raphael said simply. “Obviously.” They replied, pleased that they were not being expected to work for a complete fool. “Do you wish to refuse me? Send me back?” “Honesty is a commodity that few of your kind trade in. You may stay. However, ground rules must be set.” He turned to walk away, beckoning for them to follow. “Come.” “Already?” The incubus laughed at their own humour. “It takes more than that, Raphael.” 

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The First Rendering of The Presently Un-Named Incubus

Lore Time

The description, appearance, and other details I'm using here are all from established lore for an incubus in 5e. The main source is an article titled for the succubus, but they are very similar beings. Click here for Incubus/Succubus Lore In the article there's a lot of binary gender talk and heteronormativity which irritates me, so I'll also be taking the literal latin descriptions here: Incubus - To lie on top of Succubus - To lie below Concubus - To lie beside (The literal Top/bottom/vers, where a Top gives, bottom receives, and vers is either. As an aside, this is not the same as Dom/sub/switch, as you can have a sub Top and a Dom bottom) From this line: "Legend held that incubi and succubi were wholly separate sexes,[1] and the males were significantly rarer than the female of their kind.[5][6] In fact, with their shapechanging powers, incubi and succubi could both change their sex with ease, though most had a preference for one or the other." I headcanon that Haarlep feels more comfortable in a masculine or androgynous form, but has no issue taking a feminine form or body. However their attitude to gender in general remains "stop boring me with the details and tell me what you desire, all that matters is pleasure. Gender is a boring mortal construct. My nature is an incubus, my form is immaterial." So the article also shows that incubi and succubi also have a more human range of skin tones, much smaller horns than cambions, and the distinct pointed triangle at the end of their tails - something which isn't present in Haarlep's scenes when he's in Raphael's form. I'll definitely go into more detail on these things later too, particularly the changing of forms for the first time.

This is an incubus from the lore page images, so you can see a difference between this and a cambion's fully reddened look. They are much closer to a human in all but the wings, tail, and horns. So that's where I'm leaning with dear Haarls, before they take the form of Raphael.

What about Raphael? What is he like now?

Well...he's younger. Not long taken ownership of the mansion that will later be known as the House of Hope. --- Quote --- Fine leather boots paced across stone floors, the click of heels echoing around the halls of the largely empty mansion that floated through Avernus. It was a start. A place of his own, somewhere to work with his own contracts and plans. The owner of the boots was a cambion, son of Mephistopheles, and already a powerful fiend in his own right. Raphael, if you were to ask a mortal, looked like a human in his mid 20s. Chestnut hair was swept back neatly from his brow, the ends curling a little just below his shoulders. His brown eyes were deep set but sparkled with ideas, face clean shaven and expression darkening by the moment. --- End Quote --- So as you see, Raphael is still finding his feet, working out the beginnings of far grander plans. He has already rejected several "gifts" sent his way, so that's why our dear incubus is nervous. They have to work to get his attention and approval, but they're not sacrificing everything of who they are to do so. As soon as I wrote the two of them in a room together again, it was flowing. I love their dynamic as they exist in my head, the push and pull, the absolute sass and shifting of power between them. I'm going to lean heavily on how this builds up, how they find the balance that leads to where they are in my game-era works with them.

Is this all an excuse for more Raphael and Haarlep? A self indulgent dive through their history just to keep writing their stories?

...Yes. I'm not sorry. I earned this. I love them both too much. I hope you'll join me in my endless adoration for the very best of fiends~ I can't wait to share the first chapter and begin proper work on the series in 2024!

[dark-and-kawaii]

You can pick who but I'm begging for more smut from you. Zevlor Rolan Haarlep Raphael whoever I just need it. Call me thirsty I don't care.

Shameless Smut

Haarlep x f!Tav/Reader - Zevlor x f!Tav/Reader - Raphael xf!Tav/Reader - Rolan x f!Tav/Reader - Dammon x f!Tav/Reader

⋆˙⟡♡ Notes: I- I picked everyone and added Dammon because i'm horny and unhinged like that... AND BE THIRSTY WE LOVE A THIRSTY HOOMAN!!!

⋆˙⟡♡ NSFW | Haarlep Is The Best | Big Dick Zevy | Creampie | Dirty Talk | Breeding | Pregnancy | Choking | Tail Play | Public Sex | Lorroakan Is A Perv | Dammon Chokes You With His Tail | I Missed Stuff But Oh Well

Enjoy xoxo

Haarlep

“What would the city think, their precious little hero-“ Haarlep thrusted the rest of their cock inside you, “filled with an incubus’s seed.” They continue to ravish your cunt, stretching and filling you so well, you could only pant as you clenched the sheets.

“How would they react-“ Haarlep bent down, their teeth grazing against the back of your neck, their hand caressing your still flat tummy, “seeing their savior swollen with a demon’s child~” The incubus bit down gently, but enough to mark you, a dark red hickey blooming where their lips met your skin. You groaned, tightening up on their cock, the thought of bearing an incubus’s child, bearing a demon child, was strangely arousing.

Haarlep growled at the feeling of you squeezing down on them, and continued pounding into you, their hand tangling in your hair to press your face against the mattress, your ass high in the air. You let out a muffled moan as Haarlep ravished you, the head of their cock hitting that spongy spot inside you every time, and their tail rubbing your clit with a speed and skill that rivaled your own hand. You felt the knot in your stomach tighten and coil, your moans turning into desperate mewls.

“s’too- too much! I-I can’t- AH~!!”

Haarlep’s hand wraps around your throat as they slam into your sopping pussy, the bed creaking, “So pretty with my hand around your delicate little neck-“ headboard slamming into the wall and you just have to hang onto the sheets like your life depends on it.

"Do I scare you?" The incubus purred, letting the hand squishing your neck tighten around it, "Do I terrify you? You know what I am and what I can do." Their voice was low and their breathing harsh.

Haarlep’s breathing picked back up when you nodded- their hip knocking against you painfully when your hand came up and sealed around their wrist, pressing down. Wanting them to do it, to press harder, to push you around more and more, shamed in how good the feel of their hand squeezing your throat made you feel."Y-Yes! Y-you- nngh- a-ah~!” you gasped, "B-but you- f’m-make me f-feel- n-nngh- s’good- AH~!"

You were a mess beneath them, panting and moaning like a bitch in heat, the feeling of them filling you up making you see stars, “gu-gunna fill m-me~” you babbled, eyes rolling back. Haarlep chuckled darkly, their thrusts becoming sloppy.

"Pump you full- fill your womb with my seed- fill you till you're leaking-" Haarlep grinned against your flesh, "-until the hero’s stomach swells with my child- I'll make you a mother, a breeder for my little demons." They mutter, the tip of their tail flicking your clit just right, your thighs trembling and your vision whiting out.

"F-Fuck! Haarlep~!!" Your orgasm slammed into you, making you scream.

“Good! Cum- cum with me, little mortal-!"

"S'gonna- I-I-!! G-Gods, please!~" You sobbed your body going numb. Haarlep always teeters on losing themself at this part, always brought back though to reality by your nails digging into their wrist, and how sweetly you whimper their name.

"H-Haarlep~” you sob, wanting, needing their cum, "I-I want- I w-wanna b-be a m-mother, w-want you t-to f-fill me- g-give me a c-child~" You were crying now, the way your walls just clamp down around them, pulsing and gushing.

"I'll take such good care of you~" they coo, kissing your tears away as they paint your insides white. Their seed warm and thick, Haarlep pressed themself deeper inside you to push their cum even further. Their tip rubbing against your cervix, the incubus wanting to be sure their sperm finds a home in your womb.

Their goal to make sure the shape of their cock is imprinted into your gummy walls, wanting to ruin you for anyone else. 

Rolan

Rolan grabbed your arms, his face deepening in color as soon as his back hits the scroll shelf. He looked down at you, his lips parted in a slight snarl, his nostrils flaring, "Th-Thish is highly inappropriate-." He tries to protest, but you push forward, your lips meeting his. He stiffens for a moment before he relaxes- almost. Pushing you off of him, Rolan glares at you, his lips firm. "You're insufferable-." He groans, “You need to leave before Lorroakan retur-“.

You stare at the cut on his eyebrow, your eyes trailing to find the bruise on his cheek. The marks his mentor left behind… Your eyes darkened, and you press up against him, your chest rubbing against his.

"I'm not leaving until I know you're alright." You hiss, your eyes softening when you find his stare, your lips pursed, “besides~” You tiptoe your fingers up his chest, tracing over his heart, before finding his neck, then his chin. You lean in, gently pulling him forward. His breath hitching. "I want him to catch us~” You glide your nail against his throat, causing Rolan to swallow thickly, his adam's apple bobbing as his eyes flutter close and he sighs.

"You are… insufferable," he says, his voice a mere whisper. Your lips curl into a smirk as you pull him in for a kiss, pressing your body closer.

“Want him~” you trace his bottom lip with your tongue, nipping him gently, "to catch me~" you whisper, his breath deepening, before his hands find their way around your waist, gripping the fabric of your shirt, “to watch me take you~".

Rolan inhales sharply, his lips parting just enough for your tongue to slip through, the heat of his mouth causing your eyes to flutter closed. He groans, his hand cupping the back of your neck, his tongue brushing against yours. You pull back, a string of saliva connecting the both of you. His mouth following yours before you push him back again, “I want Lorroakan to hear my sweet Rolan’s moans~"

You tug up on his robe, "Want him to hear me cry your name~.” You bite your lip, “To watch you fill my dripping pussy with your delicious cum~" You glance up at Rolan, whose face is completely flushed, his lips parted, and eyes dark, “Wanna bruise his ego~”

"You are going to be the death of me," He spins the two of you, your back to the shelf now. His hips roll forward and you can feel the evidence of his arousal.

"I'll be your death." you whisper, pressing up against him.

Rolan groans, his lips ghosting against your neck, "And what a way to go," he mumbles, his breath hot. He kisses along your neck, his teeth grazing over your pulse. He reaches his hand out, and grabs the shelf above you, knocking a scroll onto the ground, "Lorroakan is going to find us." He warns, “ The man knows everything that happens in this tower."

You moan as he bites your neck, his fingers digging into your skin before pushing you down to the ground. Rolan’s hand forcefully flips your dress up, bunching it at your hips, his other hand reaching to rub the wet spot of your panties, "So wet already."

He pulls down your undergarments, his hand slipping between your slick folds, his thumb finding your clit and rubbing it in slow circles, his middle finger sliding into you, his index finger teasing the edge of your ass, "Such a degenerate," he purrs, his tail flicking behind him.

You moan, rocking your hips, feeling his fingers slide in and out, “Rolan~," you mewl, spreading your legs, your chest pressed into the wooden floor.

"Look at you, getting so wet, so loud." His fingers move faster, the lewd, wet noises filling the tower. You moan, reaching a hand back, grasping his arm. Rolan grunts, "Do you want Lorroakan to find us? Hear me make you a sloppy mess?" He growls, adding another finger, "Do you want him to see how good you're taking my fingers? Hear the noises you make?"

You nod, "Yes!" you mewl, "P-please~, rut into me, Rolan~."

He scoffs, his fingers leaving you, the wetness trickling down your thighs. You feel his cock slide between your slick folds, a low groan leaving his throat, "Such a needy thing," he mumbles, his lips trailing soft kisses along your back, "My needy thing." he growls, his hands wrapping around your waist, his tail coiling around your leg.

He pushes in, a small groan leaving his throat, his hips flush against your ass, his head pressed into your back, "So tight," he groans, his nails digging into your sides, "My beautiful girl."

He starts to move, pulling out until only the tip is left, and then roughly thrusting in. You gasp, pushing back against him, feeling his hips slap against your ass, "R-Rolan~" you moan, clawing the wood beneath you, "M-More~" you whine.

Rolan moves his hands to your breasts, groping and pinching throat the thin fabric of your dress, his thumbs rolling over your nipples, "How lewd of you, getting turned on by the thought of being caught." He teases while he rocks his hips, his tail tightening around your leg. He grunts, his thrusts growing erratic, his nails digging into the tender flesh of your breasts.

Rolan is too focused on you, his rough snaps causing scrolls to fall from the shelf beside you, but as you tilt your head you notice a pair of eyes staring at you, their cock in their hand.

You lock eyes with Lorroakan, who watches silently. The sight of him causes a chill to run up your spine, your back arching as Rolan pulls you up giving Looroakan a perfect view of his cock thrusting into you, your juices coating his cock making a mess on the floor. Rolan doesn't stop, his nails digging into the soft flesh of your breasts, his head buried in the crook of your neck. "Cum for me," He whispers in your ear, his hot breath fanning against your neck, his pace unrelenting, his cock hitting all the right places.

"M' s'so close~," You whine, your eyes never leaving Lorroakan’s, "C-Cumming~" you mewl, closing your eyes. Your body tenses, and the knot in your stomach snaps, your legs twitching as Rolan keeps thrusting, your walls clenching around his cock. Rolan's hips stutter, his thrusts growing sloppy, and a low groan leaves his throat, "D-Damn," he grunts, his cum spilling out, the warmth causing a shudder to run through your body.

You hear Lorroakan groan, his own cum covering his hands. His eyes meet yours, and you bite your lip, your hand reaching behind your to pull Rolan's face to yours. "Kiss me~," and he obliges, his hand slipping between your legs, rubbing your overstimulated clit, "Again?" He chuckles, "Such a dirty girl."

You would keep at it until Lorroakan had to come pull you off Rolan…

Raphael

"Sweet little mouse." Raphael whispers, taking in how fucked out you are beneath him, wheezing out how good he feels. 

"Do you like being pinned down like this, hm?" it's an almost teasing lilt. You think he’s laughing at your stupefied state, but in reality he’s marveling, basking in how good you are to him, greedily accepting his cock.

You nod your head, whimpering. The motion is a pathetic, weak jerk. A few strands of hair fall across your forehead. He takes note of how flushed your cheeks are, how glossy your eyes look.

The sight makes him groan. You feel so good, clenching and spasming around him with each thrust, making him throb and swell.

He has you trapped, completely. Raphael has broken you to the point where all you can do is take his cock, whimpering and crying as he drives it deeper into you, stretching your insides so that they fit his shape and no one else's ever again. Eradicating the memories of those who had been with you prior.

You think to yourself, there’s nothing more delicious than being pressed, pinned down onto his bed, bred like livestock, and barely able to suck in a shaky breath of air between each rough thrust.

The feeling of his cock plunging deep inside, filling you up, stretching you, is addicting. You don't know how many times he’s made you cum, only that it doesn't seem to stop. Unable to focus on anything else besides the cock splitting you open and the pleasure wracking through your body.

"M-more~!!" you wail against the sound of your squelching cunt, feeling his thick cock tug at your walls as he leaves. It’s a frenzy entanglement- you provoke him, spur him on to drive into you faster and harder, the way you wiggle and clench down onto his thick cock, creaming so hard that with each impact you can not only hear it- you feel it splatter down in between the folds of your stretched cunt, drip down the seam of your ass. 

The cambion more than willing to provide. He’ll keep you forever, a beautiful ornament for his bed, his own personal toy to fuck whenever he desires, a perfect suitor to give him children, an army of his own blood, a pretty little thing to keep by his side. 

Zevlor

“Mm~ Zevlor-” warm hands made their way up your thighs. You gasped at the feeling of your underwear being pulled to the side. The cool air nipped at your hot skin. 

"I- I missed you so much, Zevy.”

The tiefling let out a soft hum, "I’ve been quite busy, haven’t I?" his tail brushed against your folds, and your breath hitched.

He chuckled and pressed his thumb on your clit. He began rubbing it in circles and you mewled in delight.

"I apologize," he whispered in your ear.

His lips trailed hot kisses down your arm, his hands wondering over your entire body, pausing at your swollen belly and looking up at you.

You met his gaze with half lidded eyes and smiled, caressing his cheek. His eyes softened and a smile grew on his lips as he continued kissing lower and lower. Situating himself in between your thighs, he hooked your legs over his shoulders, as he buried his face in your pussy.

The heat of his tongue sent a shiver through your spine and a groan escaped your lips. You arched your back off the bed and grabbed his horns.

"Z-Zev~" his thick fingers held your cunt lip apart, his tongue making small circles around your clit before a finger probed at your dripping hole.

"S's~ hahhh~" Zevlor curled his fingers, feeling for the spongy spot that made you arch your back for him, careful not to scape your insides with his nails. Your hips bucked into his face but his other arm held you down and prevented you from moving, “I~ please~ please~! Zevlor! I-“ You blushed, holding your swollen belly, “N-need you~”

Zevlor pulled away from you and you whined at the loss. He looked at you and licked his lips. His horns glistened from the sweat on your hands, his lips and chin shiny from your juices.

He crawled on top of you and kissed your forehead, then your nose, then finally, his lips met yours. You sighed into the kiss, tasting yourself on him, his tongue exploring every corner of your mouth, your tongues dancing. His hand finding the swoll of your stomach where his child grows…

His child.

Zevlor still can’t get over it. The thought of it turns him on and he can feel his own cheek flush with embarrassment. He constantly thinks about how he filled you up so full of his cum it had gotten you pregnant, the sounds of you begging him to impregnate you still lingering. You were so beautiful like this, so plump and soft. He’d never admit it, but if he could, he’d put another child in you this second. 

“Fu~ S’so tigh-tight~~” you squirmed beneath him as he pushed into your sopping cunt. Despite bedding with him countless of times it was always such a stretch. Your toes curled and a long drawn out moan escaped your lips as your hole greedily took in his thick girth.

He let out a guttural groan as he felt your velvety walls envelop him. It had been a few days since the last time you two had sex and your insides hugged him so tightly, so nicely.

He slowly thrusted his hips, relishing in the wet heat of your cunt.

Dammon

"D-Dammon! I-I'm so sorry! I‘ll be a good girl, I swear!" Lying in the hay you struggle against the rope wrung around your wrists, but Dammon easily presses his foot over the both of your bound arms, forcing you to stay still. He kneels down beside you, his lip lower down to your ear, nose inhaling your scent as he talks down to you calmly and quietly, "Keep count.”

You take in a shaky breath before nodding in agreement, fingers balling up into tight fists as you brace yourself for impact. The first strike of his hand comes down hard, stinging the delicate flesh of your exposed bottom. A small yelp leaves your mouth and you instinctively move forward, “Ah~ O-One! Another strike and you cry out louder this time, tears welling up in your eyes, "fu’-Two!"

The next six strikes come in quickly, and by the end of it your tears and mascara paint your face, your lip tint smeared from burying your face against rough hay inside the barn… Your ass marked with his handprints, and Dammon finds himself running a fingertip over the sore flesh, smirking lightly to himself. "So desperate from my cock that you couldn't even control yourself in front of her, could you?"

"Y-Yes-!."

It was true, you always grew envious when Karlach was around, desperate to show her that Dammon belonged to you.

He pulls you up so that you're resting on your knees, your face now level with his crotch. Dammon’s calloused hand grips your jaw tight, forcing his thumb past your lips.

"Are you going to be good for me," he says darkly, and you can't help the whimper that rises when his coarse thumb and nail presses down on your tongue, saliva pooling. He takes his thumb from your mouth with a pop. His hand fishing his cock out of his slacks, "Go on, wrap those pretty lips of yours around me." and you open your mouth wide, tongue lolling out to lap at his cock.

Dammon's cock is impressive in size, thick and veiny with a bulbous head, and the sight of you kneeling before him, tied up, lips stained and eyes puffy from crying has him leaking pre cum.

Dammon's hand that had been gripping your jaw moved to grip a handful of your hair, his tail coiling around the base of your throat, choking you in a way that leaves you moaning around him.

The head of his cock hits the back of your throat, and you choke, eyes welling up with tears as you look up at Dammon who looks back down at you, smirking, "Can't have you forgetting that you’re the only one that belongs to me."

Dammon thrusts his hips forward, pushing his cock further down your throat, "This is mine." He struggles to keep his eyes open, heavy, breathy moans escaping him as you take more of his length, bobbing your head as you twist and slide your tongue around and under his cock, tracing every vein and ridge. 

Each time you take him deeper and farther you ignore the tight pressure on your throat. You're his to use right now, and despite the pain, you'll be his good little throat hole. His hips twitch a little, making your eyes water and throat tighten. Your breathing is heavy, the taste of him on your tongue the only thing you can focus on. Dammon’s tail squeezes your throat, and your moans vibrate around his cock and appendage.

He groans, voice heavy and strained, "So obedient when my cock stretches your throat.” 

It isn’t long until he begins fucking your mouth, pulling out and pushing back in deep, a loud groan escaping him when your nose bumps against his pelvis. The sounds of you choking and gasping for air has him lost in the moment. He can feel the way your throat bulges against his tail every time he thrusts forward.

You gag, saliva dripping down the corners of your mouth, tears and mascara running down your face. And yet you look so beautiful like this. You take everything he gives, your eyes fluttering closed in bliss as you feel your mind begin to cloud.

“Going to fill your stomach with my cum, make sure you never forget what we have, princess." His words come out in a strained growl, the pace of his thrusts growing erratic.

You whine around him and dig your nails into his thigh when he keeps fucking your face, your vision swaying and darkening. “Going t-to.” You can barely hear, trying to push him away by instinct. His hold on your neck and hair is too tight though, his hot cum shooting down your gullet and forcing you to swallow every drop.

Dammon releases you, watching you slump down on the ground while cum and drool leaks from the corners of your mouth, his tail wiping up some of the excess. He kneels down, pulling your limp form against him, holding you tightly against his chest as you take in large gulps of air.

"You are the only one for me, I promise." He swipes a stray hair from your face, “My one and only girl.”

You look up at him with a dazed expression, a smile on your lips as you rest your head on his shoulder. Dammon’s tail curling around you as he plants a soft kiss on the top of your head, a gentle purr emitting from his chest

[bitethedevil]

Why incubus spittle freaks you out? And Haarlep scary you too?

I think Haarlep is sort of terrifying, yes. I love Haarlep. I think they are a great character, and I always look forward to seeing them in my playthroughs, but from a realistic viewpoint they are so scary to me. Scarier than Raphael even.

Raphael is somewhat predictable and with him you feel like you have an ounce of control. Like I have said before, Raphael tells you exactly how he works and what kind of man he is throughout the game if you listen closely to him. You probably can’t outsmart him, but he does leave small warnings. He is Lawful Evil. There are rules he needs to follow and half of the fun for him is that his victims are aware of what they are doing and the risks they are taking.

Succubi and incubi are more chaotic. They live in the Hells, so they have to play by the rules, but contrary to other devils, they want to bend and break them too.

If you were making a deal with Raphael, he would have to lure you into doing it, but in the end, he wants you to be sound of mind to make that decision. Contracts can’t be signed under duress and half of the satisfaction comes from knowing that you willingly and eagerly made the decision that doomed you.

Haarlep is different. The deal you make with them is different. Yes, you have to sort of, kind of, give consent in the way that you have to agree to play Haarlep’s game, but after you have done that it’s completely out of your hands. You are not sound of mind by the time Haarlep makes you give over your body to them.

Haarlep even says that Raphael (who certainly wasn’t born yesterday and is a huge control freak) can’t deny them anything when under their influence. That sort of loss of control is terrifying to me, and that’s just one aspect of it.

The other aspect of it is that they get your form to do with as they please. Canon wise it’s not really clear if you only feel that someone is using your body or if you feel all of it. I’ve always felt that Haarlep suggests it’s only a knowing feeling and a few shivers and then it passes.

But even then: the thought of feeling a tingle out of nowhere and knowing that somewhere out there, Haarlep is using your body to fuck someone you have never met before. The idea that your body is no longer yours and that someone is using you in all but name to pleasure some stranger, freaks me tf out.

Another thing is how Haarlep acts compared to Raphael (and we can only thank Andrew Wincott’s amazing performance for that): you know that Raphael is a wolf in sheep’s clothing, but he is so good at making you forget that fact, where Haarlep is purely a predator. The way Haarlep speaks, the way they act, that way their eyes are so intense… They seem so much more unpredictable. You know something is up almost the second you meet them.

So basically, the idea of Haarlep is hot in fiction but if it was real life, I’d carry around a spray bottle of holy water at all times to keep them tf away from me.

(Thank you for the ask <3)

[ghostchems]

bad idea right? - raphael x f!tav (part two)

raphael lays some ground rules for your deal and extends an invitation.

author's note: read part one here. 2.3k words. 18+, mdni please. some bickering, some groping. thigh riding. ya know, the usual. ao3 link.

“What are you writing?” 

Raphael’s quill runs off the page, a thick line of black ink staining his desk. His nostrils flare and he quickly claps his journal shut, eyeing the incubus with sheer annoyance. He clenched his jaw before giving a soft sigh, his shoulders relaxing as he tries to let the frustration roll off of him. The last thing he wants to do is give Haarlep any ammunition. 

“My recent business dealings.” Raphael answers curtly and in one fluid motion slips his journal off his desk into a drawer. His eyes flit up Haarlep’s body before settling at his eyes and scrunches his nose. “And where have you been?” He sets down his quill and leans back in his desk chair. 

“You know I like to get some air every so often.” Haarlep yawns as he slinks onto the nearby bed, laying down on his stomach with his head propped up in his hands. “Writing smut again, are we? I can smell a certain aroma from you.” His mouth curls into a sly smile, his pointed teeth poking out from his upper lip. Raphael’s gaze falls to the incubus, eyes narrowing as his lips purse. It’s difficult for him to get frustrated with Haarlep at this point — he’s grown used to his teasing after having him in his “employment” for so long but still this situation is delicate.

“Are you jealous, dear Haarlep?” Raphael’s voice drops to a low purr. He gets up from his padded armchair and saunters over to the bed only to sit beside the other. Haarlep rolls over so that he can face him, claws immediately starting to drift up along his doublet sleeve. 

“Not jealous.” The incubus huffs, his touch drawing closer to Raphael’s stomach. “It has been quite some time since a mortal got your loins in a twist, though. Seems more receptive than your other pet.” He flashes a brilliant smile while Raphael digs his nails into the palms of his own hands, giving a vicious growl — a warning. Haarlep merely scoffs in response but he does lower his head, gaze beginning to drift around the room. “If you’re going to have her over you should probably have one of your debtors clean up the place.”

“Bringing her here is not a part of my plan currently. Are you requesting something of me?” Raphael peers down at the other as he cocks a brow. Haarlep shrugs and stays quiet for a moment before giving a huff.

“I want to see what all this fuss is about.” 

Raphael considers him, his mind quickly running through a few scenarios. Why should he share? But there it is, an opportunity underneath all the show: a deal to be made.

“Perhaps I could make some changes, but what would be in it for me?”

***

You feel a violent hand over your mouth and your eyes shoot open as a gasp rips from your throat. Once your vision settles, you’re met with those caramel eyes leering over you, Raphael’s teeth-bared and gaze sharp.

“Outside. Now.” There is venom in his voice unlike that you’ve heard from him before. He disappears in a spark of ash before you’re able to say anything — and then you realize he’s cast silence on you anyway. You feel an angry growl rumble through your chest but it’s swallowed up by the time it reaches your lips, in some ways a blessing since you don’t want to wake your companions. As you get out of bed, Astarion stirs in the one in front of you, making soft snores and every so often small whimpers? Do vampires have dreams? Your mind wanders as you put on your evening robe to fight the chill of the air. One last scan over your companions and you’re out the door, heading downstairs of the tavern and out to the alleyway.

Raphael is waiting for you, his arms crossed and his eyes narrowed. You hate that the first thing you think of is how radiant he looks in the pale moonlight. The dim light makes his brown eyes sparkle and the gold details on his doublet shine. Memories of the deal you made and what happened after flood your mind, replacing your annoyance with a familiar warmth in the pit of your stomach. You open your mouth but only air tumbles out, making you clench your fists in frustration.

“No, no. You don’t get to speak yet, little mouse.” He stalks closer to you, his movements slow and deliberate. “Rumors have made their way back to me that a certain hero has been fraternizing with an infernal being.” Raphael grits his teeth as he leans in, his eyes boring into yours. “You couldn’t wait to tell your little companions, could you?” There is anger in his voice but underneath it you swear there is a hint of teasing. He awaits your response but then gives a dramatic ah! before snapping his fingers. 

“I didn’t tell them about our deal.” You’re finally able to snap back but your voice is hoarse from the silence. “Astarion noticed! He could smell you on me. Called me a freak — but not in a disgusted way, more like… he was impressed.” Too much information but the words spill out of you. Raphael’s face remains unchanged, his lips pressed into a straight line and his brows furrowed. “He’s bad at keeping secrets… but I wasn’t sure if you would care since you left me alone at Sharess’ Caress.” 

He exhales slowly through his nose and his face seems to relax, his jaw shifting back into place and his eyes softening. One of his hands reaches for yours, which is balled into a fist at your side. His fingers graze your fist, lightly trying to loosen it before he takes your hand. Raphael’s eyes stay fixed on you, his lips starting to quirk into a barely there smile. You try to keep a straight face but his warm fingers laced with your own makes an infuriating blush rise to your cheeks.

“Did I hurt your feelings, pet?” His voice drops dangerously low as he brings the back of your hand to his lips. You roll your eyes, amazed by his nerve. Did he think he could bat his lashes and you’d be wrapped around his finger? “Mmm… forgive me, for that. Please. It’s been an eternity since someone has affected me this way.” He murmurs, averting your gaze as you swear you see a flash of embarrassment cross his face. Your breath catches in your throat at the sudden candor, having only seen it once before in him. 

“You shouldn’t have left.” You remain firm but your voice is a hum, your eyes tracing over his features. “After everything we’ve been through, I thought I would have gotten special treatment.” You wriggle your hand free from his grasp as you give him a sly grin, not about to let him off the hook that easily. Raphael’shead tilts as he regards you silently for a moment, as if your playfulness caught him off guard. His lips tug into a smile and you catch his gaze fall to your mouth, then back up to meet your eyes.

“I promise I’ll make it up to you. As you know, I tend to keep my word.” He all but purrs, drifting in even closer to you. 

“Well, I’d like to get it in writing.” 

“You what?” Raphael’s charming facade immediately drops, scrunching his nose. You are delighted with the way he glared at you. “Let us discuss this later — we have more pressing matters. Your companions, I am certain they aren’t very supportive of you mingling with a devil such as myself.” He presses his hand to his chest, those caramel eyes sucking you in like they always do. 

“I wouldn’t say that they are thrilled about it.” You sigh and break your eye contact. “But it doesn’t seem like a reason for them to leave, at least for now… if this is something that will continue.” He uses one of his long fingers to gently turn your head back to his gaze. 

“I would rather that they didn’t know about us, sweetling.” Raphael sounds almost sweet as he seemingly takes in every detail of your face, his hand now cupping your cheek. “Them and the entirety of the Sword Coast, at least until the Elder Brain is defeated. We don’t want the general public to think our savior is taking orders from a devil, do we?” It’s something you haven’t thought about until now. You were never one to care for optics but he isn’t wrong. “I have an idea that will put your companion’s minds at ease and take some of the heat off of us.” 

You’re hardly paying attention to what he’s saying because of how close he is. You could easily kiss him right now. What would he do? You decide to find out. The gravel crunches beneath your feet as you quickly push yourself onto your tippy toes to kiss him, nearly cutting him off. Raphael’s body freezes in surprise before his hand moves from your cheek to tangle with your hair, his tongue desperately pushing into your mouth. It’s like a switch went off in his brain. He’s grabbing you, tugging at your waist so your bodies are flush against each other.

You nearly fall into him as he takes a few steps back, your hands slipping to hold onto his shoulders. Tasting him again was almost just as overwhelming as the first time, the heat of his mouth making me crave him more and more, deepening the kiss. Raphael moves quickly, both his hands suddenly gripping your thighs to pull you down with him into a chair you’re sure didn’t exist a moment ago. He has you straddling his waist, strong hands making sure you stay in place. You finally manage to break away from the kiss to catch your breath, hazy eyes meeting his gaze.

“Go to the Devil’s Fee when you’re ready — my contact will grant you entrance to my House of Hope.” Raphael’s nose traces along your jaw, his lips brushing along your neck as he speaks. He teases at your neck with his teeth, inching lower and lower, while drifting his hands along your robe to grope your breast through the light fabric. Your arms wrap around his shoulders and you eliminate the remaining space between you, melting into his touch. Raphael sucks on your collarbone as he opens your robe even further, fingers toying with your nipples through your shirt before pulling it down and exposing your breasts. You’re dizzy from it all, lost in him and his expert touches and that velvet voice, lips parting to give a soft whine. 

“The hammer will be in a safe in my boudoir — an easy heist for you and your companions.” His voice is ragged, breath heavy as his mouth moves down your chest to run his tongue along your sensitive flesh. Raphael dips his hands to cup your ass and guides you along his thigh. Even through the layers of fabric the friction is delicious, making your legs tremble more and more with each drag over his thigh. You forget that you’re outside where anyone could stumble by, moaning recklessly as his lips close around one of your nipples. He flicks his tongue against it, teeth nipping it only just enough to hurt before giving it a few rough sucks. 

Your fingers move to dig into the hair at the base of his neck, tilting your head back while his mouth works over your breasts with feverish need. A growl rumbles up from his chest, feeling it against yours as you start to grind against him without his help. It all feels so reckless. Raphael’s composure is completely gone, groaning against your chest as his tongue teasing your other nipple. Your eyes fall shut and you snap your hips harshly into his thigh, chasing your release. 

And as easily as he gave into you, he takes it all away.

Raphael grabs you by the chin and wrenches you down to look at him in the eyes. You’re shuddering in his grasp as his caramel gaze sharpens, fire in his eyes. The sudden shift in mood has your mind turned upside down and your body aching to be touched by him again. 

“This part is extremely important, pet, so listen closely.” He snarls, digging his nails into your cheeks. “Do not assist Hope while you are a guest. Is that understood?” Raphael yanks you so that his lips are hovering directly over yours. You quiver at his closeness and you nod before even trying to understand what he is asking of you. All you know is that you want him now. There’s a spark in his eyes once you agree and he lets go of you gently, his hands dropping to cover you up before, leaning back in the chair with a smug look on his face. “Go on — take what you need.” 

You snap your hips immediately, flinging your hands to grab for his shoulders again. Raphael can’t stop watching your face, the way your expression twists in pleasure with each thrust, the soft groans spilling from swollen lips, basking in how much you crave him. You stare into his eyes as you do as he says, taking what you need from him until it’s all too much. You give a choked sob, hip stuttering and fingers digging into his doublet as your orgasm rips through you. His arms swallow you in his embrace, pulling you tight against his chest to help guide you back down to Earth. 

“I’ll amend your contract to reflect the changes discussed this evening.” Raphael purrs into your hair, lightly brushing his fingertips along your back. “I also have something for you – perfume that should mask my scent even from those with heightened senses of smell.” You lift your head up. A present? For you? Strangely sweet for a devil, even if it was to help with sneaking around. 

“You’ll also add your promise to the amendment, right?” You ask sweetly, the picture of innocence. He dramatically rolls his eyes.

“If you insist.”

part three

[reverieblondie]

Raphael and/or Haarlep reacting to seeing Tav in the wavemother robes?

Hello Anon! So I decided to combine all of these together for a drabble for Raphael and Haarlep! Enjoy! 18+ Under the cut!

Haarlep X Fem!Tav Raphael X Fem!Tav

Haarlep:

It makes them crazy… from the moment Haarlep met you, you have invaded their thoughts. If Haarlep didn't know any better, they would think you were a succubus yourself with how you play and tease. Your sultry voice when you say their name, asking them about their latest naughty conquest. How your eyes rake over them so slowly, never shy like others; no, you always kept eye contact like a silent challenge…

Haarlep thinks about when they last saw you… They slowly slide their hand down their chest, flicking their sharp nails over their nipple before giving themselves a pinch. It had been another mundane day for Haarlep in the House of Hope when a sweet scent caught their attention. Haarlep slowly swayed to that familiar perfume, then finally they saw you once again gracing this drab house with your alluring presence.

Haarlep chuckles to themselves as they slide their hand down their textured abdomen to tease their growing length… that's still twitching from the sight of you.

You stood there looking completely refined and yet so teasingly revealing; Wavemother robes are what you called the tight shimmering dress as Haarlep circled around you, taking in every curve of you. Haarleps hot hand softly touching your thigh to slide to your hip,  "No panties, pet? That's very naughty…" You laughed as you placed your hand on theirs; Haarlep still remembers how cool your skin felt against theirs… How they just want to have your cool body laying on top of their hard, heated one, smiling down at them as your hips slowly grind yourself on their ridges, making Haarlep beg.

"Haarlep, if I were to be wearing panties, you would just ruin them." That's right, pet… Haarlep keeps pawing at their cock, moving faster and faster as you keep invading their mind…

Haarlep should have dropped to their knees and worshipped you…lift up that dress and slide their hot tongue all over your quivering sex, relishing in the feeling of you pulling on their horns as you let Haarleps eager tongue fuck you to your high. Haarlep wants to hear your soft moans and your demands for more.

Haarlep then feels their cum hit against them in a groan; Haarlep rolls their eyes; they can't believe how badly they have it for you… How badly they want you to dominate them, preferably while wearing that dress…

Raphael:

No word about you, no word from you…how dare you. What could you possibly be doing? Should he send Korrilla to spy? No, he can't wait for a report; he must see you now! Since the end of everything, Raphael hasn't seen you. You gave him the crown the last time he did, and then you were gone. Raphael had sent his lower warlocks to spy on you, but they never reported back; they better be dead. How dare they not bring him any word about his mouse!

With his irritation reaching its peak he decides to go find you himself, he snaps his fingers to find himself right outside of Elfsong Tavern, where it seems quite busy on this particular night. Raphael strolls in, passing by all these useless blood sacks, looking for one mortal in particular…

Then he spots you in a dress he's never seen you in before, shimming with some alluring chain detailing wrapping around you; he wonders what it would be like to pull on that delicate little body chain.

While he is watching you from across the way, he sees some mortal chatting with you, leaning into you, and watching you very intently… Unacceptable. Before that mortal can get any closer, you're being dragged away from your new acquaintance by a familiar warm hand wrapped tightly around your wrist.

Finally, when you two are alone in an empty rent room, you pull your wrist from him, and he's bursting into his cambion form. "Raphael, what do you want?"

Raphael lets his jealous rage settle before he speaks, his eyes glued to your curves. "What do I want?" Raphael lets out a laugh; I want you by my side, to challenge and taunt me always, "Can a devil not keep in touch with their previous clients?"

You fold your arms, walking around the small space, your eyes staying on him, "Keeping in touch with me? I figured you would be too busy for that."

Raphael feels his body get warmer as he watches you sway, the urge to bunch that little dress up and grab you and split you open on his cock, to have you whaling till this whole tavern of insufferables knew his name from your swollen lips. Thrusting in deep, letting his nails gig into you, making you scream till your voice is left raw. The mere thought made his mouth water.

"Never too busy for my favorite client."

"Ex-client." you chime in. Oh, mouse, you're still his… till all the stars fall from the sky, you are his…

"Raphael? Are…you alright?"

Raphael hums. Is he alright? No, he won't be alright until you are lounging, sweating, and ruined in his bed as he gently plays with the strains of your hair, Cooing at your blissed-out face as haarlep eats his seed from your abused cunt.

"Perfectly adequate mouse, why do you ask?"

Tav huffs a laugh as she points to his rear, "Why is your tail like that?"

As soon as she says it, the feeling registers that damned propositioning 'S' shape. "No reason.."

You move in closer… "really? You sure? You're not sick, are you?"

Raphael urges his tail down, "Definitely not, mouse…"

"So why does it do that?"

Damn your questions… "exhaustion." Raphael growls.

"Funny, I always thought that meant when someone was horny… but if I'm mistaken…" you start for the door with a smile, and then with a snap, you are no longer at Elf's song. You're in his hellish boudoir.

Perfect…  

[kawareo]

35.) ....to gain something, Durge and Haarleep?

Anon I love you

BG3 timeline Durge/Haarlep, implied nsfw, not nice implications, background Durgetash

606 words

“Does this form not appease you, little mouse?”

The devil grins, and Strike can’t breathe. He doesn’t know if it’s from the heavy weight that’s pinning him down, or the too-rich scents of sulfur and vanilla that pollute the air, or perhaps the fact that the sultrily dressed creature straddling him is wearing Raphael’s face. His hands move, uncharacteristically shy where they rest on the devil’s thighs.

“N- no, it’s. It’s fine, really.” He attempts to grin back, but for some reason, he can’t grasp at the usual string of humor that tends to lace every serious conversation he (assumes) has ever had. “Raphael’s not half bad looking, you’re fine, buddy.”

Astarion has volunteered to do this, but Strike shot that idea down before it even left the vampire’s lips. Only one of them was a whore per his own volition, after all... Even if right now, his chest felt far too tight for what he hoped he could pretend is just sex like any other.

“Nonsense,” Raphael’s voice chides him from the incubus’ lips, as they grind down on him – when did their clothes disappear?? Not that there was much of them to begin with, but-

A warm hand against his cheek reminds him of what he is supposed to be focusing on, and Strike looks back up at Haarlep’s face as it smiles down on him.

“I am here to provide your deepest, truest desires, how much of a fraud would I be if this experience is anything but positively sublime for you?~”

Strike has half a mind to laugh, his truest desires have been demanding of him to tear the creature’s wings off of its back since the moment they’ve met, but before he can say anything, Haarlep moves in and presses their lips together. A downright embarrassing moan gets kissed away before it could travel too far, and Strike finds himself grateful for his friends being allowed to leave the room. Then again, he was alone with an incubus now...

“Ah, I see it, I see~” Haarlep’s laugh is soft as they pull away, so endlessly amused; and just as Strike opens his mouth to ask what was so funny, the devil shifts form in front of him, grows smaller. Smaller. “How lucky for both of us, that I happen to have just what you desire, little mouse~”

“...” Strike has no idea who he’s looking at.

The man –boy? He looks young, could not be more than twenty, at most– is far from the elegance that was Raphael’s form, even if Strike suspects that Haarlep took some liberties to make him look nicer as well, but his dark hair is greasy and hangs low over his shoulders, slim body that now sits shorter than Strike’s own. He has dark eyes and full lips that could be pretty on someone else, but they don’t work on his face – a face that Strike can’t put a name to, but something about it’s nasty grin makes his heart throb with sudden desire.

“What- wait, who is-“

He doesn’t get to ask any more questions, it seems. With still demonic strength the boy (and Strike has to remind himself that it is still Haarlep) pins him down, and slides higher over his hips.

“Enough talking, dearest,” the creature laughs, short and ugly; and just as Strike attempts to speak up again, it silences him with a kiss, this time deeper, more passionate. Strike doesn’t know the face. Yet he still wraps his arms around the body it’s attached to, and as his fingers trace the whipping scars on his back, he feels like he’s home.

[cambion-companion]

hi!! binge read all your raphael stuff and i think it added more worms in my brain!! :D thank you!!!

raphael idea: artist!reader (or tav/durge) that raph commissions to paint a portrait of him. maybe how the sitting would go- would he be monologuing? would he be looking over contracts? would he be sneaking fond (in his own way) glances at the lovely little artist sitting in his foyer putting so much passion and concentration into capturing his devilish visage?

or maybe smth like he can't make it to a sitting one day so he sends haarlep to do it expecting that the artist won't be able to tell the difference. instead, his artist refuses to start working since that's CLEARLY not her patron!! his facial structure is off!! that piece of hair doesn't flow down like that!! and his gaze- clearly not!!! so raph comes back hours (or even days) later to find the little artist still in his house, waiting for his return so that they can resume work <3

I LOVE this!

Thank you for reading my work and for sending this lovely message in! This idea kinda ran away with me but I hope you enjoy this drabble!

“Where is Raphael?”  You squinted at the devil lounging on the gold embroidered cushions.

On first glance, it appeared to be the cambion you’d met yestereve. He had commissioned you to paint a self-portrait for him, showed you the many that already hung from his marble walls. You’d begun your work, sketching the lines and filling them out with practiced dexterity.

Due to time constraints, the devil was a busy man it seemed, you had to cut your painting short, determining to begin again the following day.

Now you sat again, upon the small stool, staring in consternation at the creature who would have you believe it was Raphael.

The fiend stretched, feigning a languid uncaring composure.  In all but those burning eyes, focused so sharply upon your frowning face.

“Whatever do you mean, little succulent?”  It was Raphael’s voice as well, though something was off about the cadence. “You have everything you need right here.”

You shook your head, frustrated, lowering your paintbrush from where it had been poised over the canvas. “No, this isn’t going to work. You aren’t him.”

“My, quite the perceptive thing.”  The devil straightened, looking displeased. “How very annoying.”

“What…who are you?”  You asked, a slight tingle of fear running down your spine.

“I am Haarlep.”  The devil’s long tail swished to curl around his feet.

“That’s an odd name.”

“Isn’t it just.”

Your frown deepened, an annoyed breath hissed through your clenched teeth. “Well, I cannot continue until the real Raphael returns.  When will he be back?”

“The master will not return for quite a while.”  Haarlep rolled his shoulders, looking equally put off. “I do my job quite well. What exactly is the issue?”

You set down your tools and folded your arms, still wary of whatever this creature was. “The way your hair falls, the cadence of your voice…”

“All aspects I am sure you can rectify without too much issue.”  Haarlep interrupted with a petulant gesticulation, but you spoke over him.

“And your eyes.”  Your own eyes narrowed in concentration, focusing on the burning embers within those inky black orbs. “Your eyes are wrong.”

“I’m offended.”  Haarlep deadpanned, then tilted his head with a curious smile. “Explain.”

“I cannot.” You shrugged.

“Then work on painting everything except the face.” Haarlep repositioned himself upon the sofa, his eyes rolling slightly in bemusement.

“For professional reasons, I cannot.”  You didn’t budge. “The master of the house didn’t notify me of this change.”

“The master of the house apologizes.”  Now that voice you recognized, Raphael’s.  Deeper and with more presence than the voice Haarlep used.

Raphael, still in human form, strode into view and offered you a wry smile.  He bowed slightly at the waist, his brown eyes never leaving yours. “I admit to not foreseeing your powers of insight. What a delightful discovery, my dear.”  

He turned and observed Haarlep with mild amusement for a moment. “You’re slipping.”

“Nonsense.”  Haarlep stood from the chaise and flexed his batlike wings. “You know as well as I, some things cannot be replicated.”

“Such as?”  Raphael directed the question to you.

You shifted, your behind slowly numbing from the uncomfortable stool. “Well, the way Haarlep carries himself for one.”  You said carefully speaking the other’s name. “The eyes are also completely different, not in shape or color but the nature they hold within them.”

“Fascinating.” Raphael put his hand to his chin, a slight quirk to his lips. “The eyes.  Windows to the soul.”  He laughed, short and rough.

You didn’t quite understand the joke but smiled politely. “Have you time now?  I can come back later.”

“No.”  Raphael shook his head and placed a firm hand on your shoulder, taking a moment to inspect your canvas. “This is important work. I am at your disposal.”  Raphael’s human form melted away. His hand on your shoulder grew in size and sharp claws bit through your shirt to your skin. Hellfire eyes looked down upon you, familiar, calculating. “For as long as you need me.”

[hrefna-the-raven]

Hope in hell

Masterlist - BG3 masterlist

Part 1 - Drunken minds speak sober hearts

Words: 2138

Warnings: smut (18+)

Summary: The dreaded morning after ;)

Raphael let out a groan, his head pounding like a piece of metal relentlessly being hammered into shape by the most skilled dwarven blacksmiths, the constant painful throbbing clouding his memories, making it difficult to piece together the events of last night, despising how he felt like a common mortal after a night's out. He attempted to sit up but froze as he felt something soft resting on his chest, accompanied by a comforting warmth. Taking a deep breath, he glanced down and let out a sigh, his heart suddenly feeling heavy. Haarlep must have slept with you, assumed your form and then... his eyes shot wide open and he muttered a curse under his breath as fragments of the previous night's memories flickered through his mind.

That damned incubus got him drunk and then you showed up and... His hands delicately traced the contours of your slumbering figure. It was truly you, his beloved little mouse, curled up against his chest. His heart raced, a twinge of pain accompanying the rapid beats, as he pondered how to proceed. What clever remark would he throw at you once you woke up? Would he even need one? Would you recoil and attempt to flee from the sight of the devil beneath you? He didn't get enough time to find an answer to all his questions as you slowly stirred awake, your eyes were still closed as you lazily stretched and your hips accidentally brushed against his growing arousal.

A deep growl rumbled in his chest, causing you to quickly raise your head and look at him, eyes wide with surprise. A thousand thoughts raced through your mind, swirling in chaotic circles, expecting to be scolded, pushed away, or even punished. But to your astonishment, nothing happened. You still remained lying there, on top of him, silently gazing into each other's eyes, both afraid that any spoken word might shatter the peaceful and loving moment you were sharing. But the silence grew heavy and a sense of unease slowly crawled up your spine, threatening to consume both your thoughts and body. It was unusual to witness Raphael in such a state of quietude, after all that happened, it didn't sit right with you that he was so calm, devoid of any movement or speech. It almost seemed as if Haarlep had managed to shatter him completely, that one evening of unfiltered truth had stripped away every trace of his self-centered arrogance, leaving him exposed and vulnerable before you. You were the first to ever glimpse at the raw essence of Raphael's entire being and, despite your constant cat and mouse game, you felt no desire to exploit it; on the contrary, you cherished this side of him, the devil laid bare, and at this very moment, you yearned to love him more than ever.

"About last night-"

"I feel the same!", you interjected, cutting off Raphael mid-sentence, "but if you..."

Any further words you were about to utter were engulfed by a provocative moan as you sensed his growing arousal pressed firmly against your hips the moment you attempted to readjust your position. Raphael's eyes fluttered shut, his mouth hanging open, unable to withstand the overwhelming sensation of pleasure that washed over him.

"To hell with this, I want you!", the words escaped your lips almost simultaneously, filled with an urgent longing.

Raphael snapped his fingers, and in an instant, both yours and his clothes disappeared. He pulled you towards him so swiftly that you had to clutch onto his horns to prevent yourself from toppling over. As his mouth met your dripping folds, you couldn't help but whimper. It was at this moment that you realised how much of the Raphael you came to know was still present. The damned devil teased you with the anticipation of his hot tongue caressing your arousal but you simply wouldn't have it, not now. You lowered your hips, grinding gently against his face, yearning for any kind of friction. His claws dug into the tender flesh of your thighs, firmly keeping you in place.

"My little mouse", the devil chuckled, "so eager to be eaten."

With a tantalising slowness, he dragged his tongue through the delicate contours of your folds, briefly encircling your clit before sucking on it with an insatiable hunger. The air was filled with the intoxicating symphony of your sinful moans and your grip around his horns instinctively tightened. This was a desire that had consumed your thoughts for countless nights, the fantasy of being pleasured by your very own devil. And now, as it finally became a reality, you couldn't hold anything back. The intensity of your climax approached rapidly and just as you were about to reach its peak, his licks ceased. Frustration welled up within you, ready to protest, but then he pressed his tongue flat against your throbbing clit while simultaneously thrust two of his large fingers deep inside you. The rhythmic pumping intensified, driving you towards the edge once more. Within mere moments, your inner walls clenched around his fingers and you experienced a mind-shattering orgasm, screaming his name in ecstasy.

With an unexpected tenderness, he released his grip on your hips and gently cradled you in his arms, carefully laying you down on the bed beside him. His face turned towards you, his eyes filled with love as he gazed upon your blissful expression. As soon your eyes met his, he understood that there would be no turning back anymore, he was in love with this fragile mortal and he would curse himself to an eternity of anguish if he'd deny himself the bliss of your love. The hells and all its devils be damned, he would see that you'd remain at his side for as long as you'd live.

"You now know about my best kept secret", he whispered, as if afraid that any disruption would shatter the fragile balance, "and rest assured my feelings for you will not easily waver. However this is hell and I'm not just any devil but the son of Mephistopheles, I, I can't", he faltered, uncertain of how to proceed as it felt wrong, for the first time in his existence, to utter those words.

"You can't show weakness to others, you can't show your love to me", you offered, the pain your voice obvious.

You turned your eyes away, unable to bear the increasing sorrow, but his hands swiftly moved to cradle your face, redirecting your focus back to him.

"If you're willing to stay by my side despite the laws of the nine hells working against us, I will vow my love to you within my House of Hope for as often as you desire it and I promise you that beyond these walls, I will always treat you with utmost respect and defend your honour, for you will be the lady of this house", he paused briefly, attempting to discern your reaction before continuing, "if you'd be willing."

His words left you in astonishment as you blinked. Did he truly express his desire to commit to you, vowing to cherish and safeguard you? It was a proposal you should have considered longer before answering, yet your body instinctively reacted before your mind could fully comprehend the situation. You crawled towards him, pushing him down on his back as you straddled him, gently, to not hurt his wings before you leaned down, capturing his lips in a fervent embrace. Raphael moaned your name as he felt you positioning his hardening member at your entrance, sinking down on him just enough for the tip to enter. His hands found your hips, holding you in place momentarily as he broke the kiss.

"What are you doing?"

"We're not done until we both had our fair share of pleasure", you breathed as you sank down on him, swallowing a moan, "besides shouldn't the lady of the house keep her man satisfied?"

Raphael's smile widened as he guided your motions, starting off slowly and then picking up speed. Feral growls escaped his lips as he he could feel himself approaching the peak of his own pleasure fast. He had been intimate with many throughout the decades, including Haarlep, a being existing ultimately to provide pleasure, but there was something special about you. The closeness, the shared emotions, the intimacy - all of his previous encounters paled in comparison to the connection he felt with you in this very moment. But you felt just as good, riding a devil, having his cock buried deep down inside you, filling you up perfectly while hitting that sweet spot over and over again, transforming this sinful act into something heavenly. The feeling of pure bliss cursed through your whole body as you moved your hips in a perfect rhythm, the heated embrace of desire and lust unleashed as both of toppled over the edge. In this moment of tenderness and passion, it was clear that your connection went beyond physical pleasure. It was a union of souls, an experience that transcended mere satisfaction. 

"Raphael", you moaned loudly as your walls clenched around his cock, feeling it twitched as his seed spilled inside you.

Both of you panted heavily, a contented smile playing at the edges of your lips as the devil sat up, his arms wrapping around you to pull you into a tight embrace.

"I love you", he whispered tenderly, chuckling as you hummed your consent, too spent to utter a word.

"Oh my, what a perfectly delicious sight", a familiar voice chuckled, drawing nearer.

Your eyes snapped open and you blinked in disbelief as you spotted Astarion standing in the boudoir, bearing a smug grin as he observed the two of you with obvious amusement.

"Astarion?!", you shrieked, scrambling off Raphael, hastily covering your exposed form with the silk blanket to hide both your nakedness and your embarrassment from your companion. The vampire merely chuckled, his gaze shifting between you and the devil.

"Guess again, little mouse", the pale elf playfully teased, giving you a sly wink, his crimson eyes glowing up for just a second, "it seems my plan worked rather well."

Before you had a chance to fully comprehend who was standing before you, Raphael, still unclothed, swiftly leapt out of bed and lunged towards the elf. His fingers clenched tightly around Haarlep's throat, exerting a dangerous pressure. You wanted to scream, to implore Raphael to stop, but Haarlep calmly transformed into his master's form, causing Raphael to immediately release his grip on the incubus' throat.

"You wretched creature!", Raphael spat, "you poisoned me! Do NOT forget your place in this house, slave!"

Instinctively, you retreated further onto the bed, clutching the blanket tightly as sudden fear surged through you. You had witnessed many facets of Raphael's personality, but this seething rage terrified you beyond measure, especially coming from the same being who had cradled you tenderly just moments before but a part of you also understood his anger.

"You misunderstood, my dear master, my intent was never to poison you. I simply intended to", the incubus gestured towards you, "enhance your chances with your favourite misadventurer, all in your best interest I assure you."

Raphael was fuming, wishing he could obliterate Haarlep into countless fragments. However, he recognised that he couldn't afford to destroy such a gift from his father, at least not yet, and deep down Raphael knew that the incubus was right, without his involvement, last night and this morning wouldn't have unfolded so magnificently. Haarlep, of course, fully grasped the advantage he currently held over his master and decided to push his luck even further, knowing that such a perfect opportunity would not present itself again in the near future.

"If you'll excuse me", he hummed while transforming back to Astarion's form, "I have to get back to my new, rather passionate, lover. It's quite nice to be in the receiving end for once."

He gave you a sly wink and blew a quick kiss your way before disappearing once again, leaving you alone with the annoyed devil.

Rising to your feet, you cautiously approached Raphael, still wrapped in the warmth of a blanket. Your fingertips lightly traced along the edges of his magnificent wings as you circled around him.

"Why not free the incubus from his duties?", you suggested, tugging at his hand and bringing it up to your lips, planting kisses along the inside of his arm, "no more Haarlep means no father watching your every move."

Raphael chuckled, pulling you close and lifting you effortlessly in one swift motion.

"Well, well, my little mouse," he whispered, planting a sweet peck on your lips, "not only are you full of delightful surprises, but it also seems that I couldn't have asked for a more perfect lady of my House of Hope."

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@dark-and-kawaii

[wakacreations]

Infernal Drunks:

Tav just wanted a peaceful night out. What happens when (Zevlor, Rolan, Raphael, Haarlep) go to a tavern? Turns out they can't hold their liquor. This was so much fun to write.

Zevlor:

“Zevlor! Get down from there!” You turned around to see the Hellrider stood proud atop the bar counter. The bards strummed away at their strings. The patrons drunkenly joined in drumming along on the tables. “When the sirens are calling! They'll ask for your wedding band! They say oh no dear you can never settle down! You have made a sailor's swear! We live by the honors of our sailor’s code!” The Commander belted out to their fellow patrons.

"We live our lives ruthless and free! Beware the bitch queen, Umberlee!” The patrons hollered back. You elbow your way through the tight crowd as Zevlor continues to sing. “We are no mere ruffians or just another gutted chum. Well what do we do, sailors?” He gestured to his audience. “We do fuck all till the crack of dawn!” The sailors roared. He waved a hand at you when he saw your head poke through the wall of happy drunkards. “We are the proud sailors! We call the seas home! We raise our tankards high till the taverns run dry in the Sea of the Sword Coast!” They cheered, guzzling down their tankards. The Hellrider followed suit. “Another song, Horns!” The bards yelled out. Zevlor gave a boyish smile as he held his hand out to you. “Care to sing with me for the next musical number?”

Rolan:

“You know there is a saying that one should never receive a kiss from a tiefling.” You feel the brush of his spade against your ankle. The last song of the evening was winding down. “Is that so,” you teased, raising a brow. “You’ll find a love like no other.” Rolan took a finished sip of his glass, setting it down. “Is that an offer, Rolan?” Your breath hitches as he moves his face in close to get a better look at you. The tiefling wizard’s cheeks were rosy as his eyes met yours. “Would that make you happy,” he grinned. “I.. Are you drunk, Rolan?” He pulled his face back, cocking his head processing your words. He took your hand into his own. “Only on you,” he purred, grazing his lips against the back of your palm. “Your hand is too cold,” turning your hand over to cup his flushed cheek. “There much better, all warm,” Rolan hummed blissfully. You glanced around making sure no one peered at your booth. “I think it's about time to take you home.” If anything it is better to see him at home and forget this evening than to see him lock himself away in the tower for a tenday or more at his own sheer embarrassment. You moved to withdraw your hand feeling your face burn. His hand didn't budge. “Why? I don’t want to,” he huffed, moving his tail to wrap around your ankle.  A pout quivered his lower lip. “I don’t want to wake up,” he grumbled. “Wake up from what? Do you feel tired then we better leave then.” He shook his head in an aggressive no. “When I open my eyes after I fall asleep you’ll be gone,” Rolan whined, squeezed your hand. “I'll see you again in the morning, Rolan. Who would I be if I didn't check up on you?” He shook his head again. “Like how the moon says goodbye to the sun.. When they rise from the horizon.. This moment will be no more. Only to return when I shut my eyes…” The wizard swallowed, concentrating on finding the words. “But never to exist in the waking morning,” his eyes moved to the hand he held. He sighed and pressed a kiss to the inside of your palm. “I said to you after the death of my master, please what is mine is yours.” He looked at you once more. “Well my heart is my own and is yours should you ever wish to keep it.” Guiding your hand from his face to gently pressing your fingers to form a fist. With both hands he held your palm closed, “My love will always be here within your grasp.”

Raphael: 

“Mouse!? Where are you!?” You heard a deep timbre voice yell above the strings of the tavern. Turning around you see a disheveled man swaying towards you. “Are you alright, Raphael,” raising a brow. He leaned against the bar to steady himself. “Why are you here?” Given how rosy his cheeks have flushed, the stained undershirt and missing doublet, he did make his rounds.  “You,” he growled, clenching his jaw. Tilting your head, “what for Raphael? I have already paid my debts to you,” taking a swig of your tankard. “What? Did you lose the crown already?” The devil sneered, brushing back a hair that had fallen out of place. “Only a fool would lose such a precious relic. No, there is something I need from you.” What could he possibly need? “I need you home.” You sputtered into your drink. “WHAT,” you coughed, hacking out the last bit of alcohol in your lungs. “It is how I said it, mouse." The flicker of Hellfire shown in his unfocused gaze. You felt something bound off your head. Looking down you see a crumpled up paper. “Who done that!?” You scanned the faces from the direction it flew. “Done, what? What are you accusing me of? I’ll have your-” “No, not you.” You waved off the cranky devil. From the crowd you spotted a familiar warlock from across the tavern. “Korrilla?” The devil’s warlock gestured to the piece of paper. Unraveling the paper it read He won’t leave unless you take him. Squinting your eyes at the text in hand and looking back at her. “No,” you shook your head. She mouthed back at you, “he’s your problem.” Turning your eyes onto Raphael who was groaning clutching his head on the counter. “He’s your patron!” Looking back, the dwarven warlock had vanished. “Fuck!” Your face fell into your hands. The jiggle of bells came closer. “Tav… I am not feeling so well..” You felt a tugged at your sleeve. “Can we go home now?”

HAARLEP

“Haarlep? Where are you going?” The drunken “tiefling” stumbles away from you. “To find more food, Mousey,” they yawned. “Haven't you eaten already? The bards would be singing about the tiefling who wouldn't leave the tavern without kissing all the patrons.” You walked in pace with them. “Please, that is a regular night for a bard. Only an appetizer for an incubus. There are plenty of tasty morsels to feast upon,” they tumbled forward. “Oh, look there, that one looks quite delectable,” they shimmed free from their wingless guise. “No, come here Haarlep!” They shook their wings. Stretching them to their full wingspan, Haarlep flaps their wings preparing to take off. “You want a hug!?” You extended your arms spread wide. “Haarlep, please!” If they flew, who knows where they would end up. “Mousey!” They waddled back towards you. “Yes, that’s it Haarlep! Who is my favorite little fiend?!” Somewhere you swear you heard a tut of disapproval. “Mousey… I am still,” they yawned over your ear. “Hungry,” dropping their head atop your shoulder. “Let's not go home just yet,” they mumbled. “I know, Haarlep. I know,” moving their arm to hang over your shoulder. When are they ever not? “Where are you taking me?” They groaned as you slowly dragged the incubus towards the Devil's Fee. “You'll eat when we're home, Haarlep. Could you at the very least attempt to walk,” you huffed looking up at the long uphill dirt path. Would it be too late to call for Korrilla? Or Yugir perhaps? “If I do Mousey will you sleepover? Who is to check on I if I were to fall desperately ill hmm?” Pressing the pad of their claw into your cheek, you rolled your eyes. “You know the little brat is helpless if I were to fall sick and no one wants to deal with his petty little tantrums,” they slurred. Would killing Haarlep make them teleport to the boudoir or somewhere else? You shivered from a warm gust of air, a low growl filled your ear, “yes.” Am I hearing things now? “Those are dangerous thoughts to be having, little mouse,” Haarlep purred. You felt their tail wrap snugly around your waist. “So, very naughty of you,” nuzzling their cheek against yours. “Pretty please? I will be as good as my little impies?” The Devil’s Fee was in sight. “Your impies destroyed my pack last time I left it in the boudoir,” you sighed. “I promise, mouse,” they yawned. Just a couple of steps further. Making your way past the gate, “We made it, Haarlep. We’re almost home.” No noise came from the incubus. “Haarlep?” You turned to see their head hung low, drool pooling at the corner of their mouth. “Goodnight then,” you chuckled. Knocking aggressively on the door outcame Mammon’s warlock with a look of agitation. With a toss of a pouch from your hip, she ushered you in. The warmth of Hellfire blanketed you, both. “Just for tonight, Haarlep. I will stay. Who knows, if he’ll allow me to let you out again,” pressing a kiss to their temple. “I might as well,” you yawned, laying down beside them. You watched their slow steady breaths being lullied by its calming rhythm. They stirred in their sleep reaching out to you. “My Mousey,” pulling you to their chest. “Haarlep,” you breathed, suffocating in their tight embrace. “My sweet Mousey.”

[smallpeniscollective]

Sending this BG3 idea to a bunch of different blogs to see what they do with it: Tav uses edging and/or orgasm denial on Raphael to get him to give her the hammer without giving him the crown. (I hope you enjoy!)

I personally feel like he doesn’t really let other people control him sexually, he’s pretty much an established control freak (like even when he bottoms for haarlep, he’s still in control of the situation)

BUT!! this did inspire me to write this itty bitty blurb for u guys, in which raphael uses your attraction to him as means to get you to sign his contract ;)

Content: pov/2nd person, afab body parts, use of Tav in place of Y/N, some fondling

*~*~*

He stalked around you, stopping somewhere outside of your peripheral view. Your heart was beating out of your chest, thunder in your ears and sedative in your veins as you stood inhumanly still.

There was no doubt that he was aware of the effect he had on you; he picked up on your telltale signs of attraction the second you laid eyes on him on that bridge near the goblin camp. Your flushed cheeks, your unsteady breaths, the way your eyes never left him when he was in the presence of your group.

Being part devil required the ability to detect weakness in potential clients; it was his duty to notice the way your thighs clenched when he spoke. Truth be told, he would add a heavier hint of gravel to his tone when speaking with you. All to his benefit, of course. Since you had declined his first attempt to strike a deal when he originally offered to remove the tadpole, he had no choice but to play into your dreadfully mortal game of hopeless romanticism.

But undeniably, this game was certainly entertaining.

And now, you stood alone with a devil in quite the romantic scene that was the Devil's Den in the Sharess' Caress, trying so hard to not give in to his offer. It was almost cute the way you so obviously denied to yourself your attraction to him.

When he finally spoke again, you gasped at his closeness, that deliciously low voice rumbling in your ear. Goosebumps raised on the delicate skin of your neck, your head tilting in an automatic movement to create some semblance of space between his lips and your ear. "Perhaps it is more than just the Hammer that you desire from me, hmm?"

"I don't want anything from you," you replied. Your attempt to sound calm and collected was futile; you spoke breathlessly, lips remaining parted as your breathing became heavier.

"Even if you refuse to admit your desire, your body gives away your secret," he murmured, letting his nose brush against the highly sensitive skin behind your ear in a calculated move to further crack your already-fragmented sense of self-control. He smirked to himself when he received his desired reaction, the faint scent of arousal blossoming from your frail, easily-overpowered human body.

"I—"

His hands on your body interrupt your train of thought, landing on your clothed waist with a teasingly gentle caress. How he wished he was in his true cambion form, to loom over you and rake his claws across your malleable skin, of which no doubt would leave his marks on you. The thought of marking you as his own brought out something possessive in him, something that started to blur the line between this carefully crafted game and his own personal desire.

Yet, his eyes remained on his well-deserved prize. He must have you contracted to give him the Crown. He must.

"Make the deal, sweet pet. And in return, you will have the Oprhic Hammer and what we both know you desire most." He spoke into the skin of your neck, his hot breath sending shivers down your spine. His hands, large and oh-so-warm hands, crept underneath the layer of your shirt, setting your nerves ablaze wherever his skin met yours.

You had so bravely battled against unimaginable foes, yet when it came to desire, your strong will was mere putty in his devilish hands.

As soon as his ascending touch brushed against the underside of your breasts, your body acted of its own volition, arching into his touch, your back finally making contact with his broad chest. Heat radiated from him, even through his clothes, even in his human façade, and the feel of it was addicting.

The way you shivered against him had his own mind beginning to reel, filling with plans upon plans on how he'd make you squirm so desperately beneath him. But with a forceful squint of his eyes, he banished those thoughts. The only thing that mattered to him now was the deal.

"Just sign the contract," he almost-whispered before laying his open mouth against your neck, gently swiping his hot tongue on your soft skin. As his mouth made work of your neck, one of his hands fully cupped your breast and swiped a thumb over your stiffened nipple, eliciting a breathy whimper from you.

"R-Raphael..."

His tool to obtain his power, his little mouse, whimpering his name so tenderly burned into his mind, almost overpowering his need for control, almost making him lose control of himself. Giving in just a little, his other hand dropped to the waistband of your trousers, tracing patterns in the heated skin above the place you craved being touched the most while the rest of his arm held you tighter against his chest.

You began to piece together his budding mutual desire for you as well when you felt a clothed growing erection against your backside.

Perhaps there was a way to get what you needed and what you wanted without signing away your soul.

[tavyliasin]

Lia silly mode activated~

An easy mistake...

Let me preface this with "I don't judge anyone for typos, mistakes that got stuck in their brains, or dyslexia. This is purely fun and silliness!

It is interesting though to see how common it is for Haarlep to be written as Harleep, despite how they say their name in the game and how it is written in the game's subtitles.

It's also always fun to see new people realising the name is an anagram of Raphael, which is something I utterly adore about the lore and will be exploring the implications of further in fanfiction (of course you could read the first 2 chapters of Scent of Cinnamon on my AO3 to see that now if you like, as it's a prequel about these 2 fiends and how they first met).

Anyway shameless self promo aside, I know many of us still find it a little odd to see "Harleep" written in posts, fics, and tags. A few have mentioned it makes them think of a sheep type pokemon. Then I started to see Raph-eel...

So, here, have some terrible LiArt and a wonderful day~

[dark-and-kawaii]

「 ✦ Heir ✦ 」

₊˚⊹♡ Summary: The archdevil Zariel comes knocking on Raphael’s door to mock him about the crown. Only her arrival at his doorstep is met with quite a sight- you on your knees, pleasuring him with that tight throat of yours~ How cute, he found himself another pet~

₊˚⊹♡ Pairing: Raphael x FTav/Reader

₊˚⊹♡ Content: NSFW - Soft Raphael Towards Reader - Deep Throating The Devil’s Beautiful Cock - Lap Riding - Pregnancy - Drooling - Babbling His Name

₊˚⊹♡ Notes: I had this idea for the longest time but never wrote it until @sassyandsodone pushed me to write it and now here it is!!! Thanks to her!!! Thank you love bug ♡ ♡ ♡

You were aware that the archdevil, Zariel, would eventually make her presence known at his doorstep, anticipating that she would have much to say regarding the crown… However, you didn’t foresee her arrival being marked by mockery towards Raphael merely because he lacks an heir. Should he perish, all would simply revert to its original state…

As she entered through the grand doors, she discovered you kneeling at his feet while he sat in a chair. Your lips enveloped around his cock, your mouth sucking him down your throat, your cheeks hollowed. Zariel, thoroughly entertained he found himself another cute- charming pet, clicked her tongue and smirked, “The pleasures of a mortal is quite pleasant until you break them in half.” She laughs, “It’s going to be such a shame to see this pretty mouth no longer available for your cock.”

Raphael knows why she’s here, knows what she wants and he doesn't care to give it to her. The moment she appears, you try to pull off his cock but his hands tangle into your hair and with a rough jerk he yanks you down until his cock hits the back of your throat, “Zariel-“ he murmurs, his eyes fluttering shut as his head reclines against the chair as you try to suck him as deep as possible. That lovely, skillful tongue of yours performing its wondrous dance, tracing the length and swirling with exquisite precision. When he opens his eyes, they glimmer with a golden hue as he regards her, “What compels you to grace my abode so suddenly and without forewarning?”

“I had heard a little rumor about the crown of Karsus, so I thought I would come see for myself since it was such a humorous thing I heard.” Zariel smiles and walks closer to the both of you, watching as the wannabe archdevil moves your head up and down, fucking your face ever so slightly, she licks her lips, she hasn't tasted a mortal in a while... Raphael does indeed like sharing his playthings. Ah, she vividly recalls the sensation of Haarlep above her, the creatures blood trickling down her hands… The anticipation of having your blood on her hands next was almost irresistible~, “But what do I find? This pet sucking you down her throat, how amusing.

Raphael’s lashes flutter close as his lips part and his body arches a bit into your touch, his thighs widen more and he groans, a soft whimper leaving his lips before a smirk spreads across his face. His hands untangling from your hair to move to your cheek, his thumb brushing against your skin softly, “A mere pet, you suggest?” He chuckles softly, his eyes gradually opening to meet yours with a penetrating gaze, “No, she is infinitely more than that, dear Zariel.”

As your lips leave his cock with a pop and a trail of spit and precome following- you turn your body and reveal to her your round, plump belly. You were barely even 4 months pregnant, but with a devils child, your stomach was already bulging. You were indeed far more than a simple pet to Raphael.

The archdevil just stands there- speechless, as you crawl onto his lap. And she watches as he helps you adjust so that you’re facing her, before lowering you down onto his cock. Your cunt stretching obscenely over his cock, taking every inch of him as his hands spread over your belly while you ride him, “Do you truly believe I would be so imprudent as to neglect securing an heir? Someone of my stature to assist in bearing the burdens of dominion?”

With a swift snap of his fingers, the crown of Karsus materializes upon his head. He leans in, resting his chin upon your shoulder, and murmurs, “My dear little muse shall indeed bring forth the most illustrious of heirs.” A sinister chuckle escapes his lips. “I eagerly anticipate the day they present me with your head as a token of their love.”

A pretty little smile graces your lips while bouncing on his cock, moaning and babbling his name, his hand caressing your round tummy, “Ah!~ R-ra-raphael!~ Gonna give yo-you an amazing child- ahhh, so-so strong and powerfu-ul!~ Y-your perfect little hei-heir!~ Nghn- ah~ gonna give you as many b-babies I caaaan~ A-ahhhh!~ P-please use my wom-b however you please!~ Ahh-hhn!~”

Your body is so easily influenced and willing beneath his fingertips, and you have such a beautiful voice, singing praises to him in a way that would make even the most experienced of whores jealous, his little song bird~. You are indeed the perfect little mouse for him, and as his fingers brush against the softness of your stomach he nips at your shoulder- his eyes never leaving Zariel's, as if to say- mine… As if daring her to make a move.

[faerybones3]

Savior Complex

The devil comes to your rescue

Raphael x fem!Tav | read on ao3

1.5k wc

cw: injury, hurt/comfort if you squint, raphael is a bastard, soft raphael, brief appearance from haarlep, suggestive themes

Raphael had always hated the cold. 

Having grown up in the depths of the bitterly cold Cania, he had learned all too quickly how unforgiving it could be, worming its way into his young bones and eventually, as he grew older, his heart. The bite of it would forever haunt him.

Though he found himself now on the mortal plane, and the hot cambion blood that ran through his veins prevented him from ever feeling so much as a shiver, he still found himself grinding his teeth in annoyance at the sight of the snow that covered the ground here. There were few indeed that he would stoop so low as to venture into the cold for. But of course, she wasn’t just anyone.

His footsteps echoed on pristine marble as he descended down, down, down into the very depths of the prison he found himself in now. It should have been impossible to navigate through this maze of a dungeon. But his feet knew exactly where to take him. They always did when it came to her. He was a moth drawn to her flame. 

Eventually he came to a large round door carved into the wall, almost indiscernible from the wall itself. 

The tip of his thumb kissed his middle finger.

Snap!

He pushed open the door and was met with a grisly sight. There she knelt on the icy floor, hands shackled and suspended above her head in thick, frozen chains ascending straight up to the giant, vaulted ceiling of her prison. Her head hung forward, cheek pressed against bicep, hair shielding half her face from view. Her eyes were closed but Raphael could see how her eyes moved rapidly beneath her eyelids. She did not stir as he approached. 

“Little Mouse.”

His voice was its usual silky timbre. His tone was even, betraying nothing. 

After a beat, her head twitched slightly and a small noise sounded in her throat, almost a whimper. Her head rose agonizingly slowly to meet his piercing gaze. 

“You’ve been naughty.”

She blinked half-lidded eyes and her eyebrows furrowed slightly, disbelieving, or not quite comprehending. 

“Raph–ael?” Her voice was barely a wheeze. He almost didn’t hear it as he closed the distance between them and set to work on her chains. His hands lightly brushed her freezing fingertips as he did so. 

With a click, they opened and her hands fell limp at her sides. With nothing to support her body anymore, she fell forward, her forehead resting on Raphael’s thigh. With cat-like reflexes, he caught her shoulders and bent down so they were at eye level. Her eyes opened again as he rested a warm palm against her back to steady her. 

“You cannot be him,” she whispered. 

His lips twitched. He snaked one arm underneath her shoulder blades, the other reaching under her knees to lift her into his arms, tucking her into his chest. He lifted her as if she weighed nothing. 

“I prayed he would come.” Her breathing was ragged as she flitted in and out of consciousness in his arms. “He never did.”

Raphael paused, looking down at his little mouse curiously for a moment, before resuming his steps toward the door. 

She was deathly still in his arms as he ascended the stairs leading up to the surface. Once at the top, a flurry of flames engulfed them both and they disappeared, leaving nothing but ashes and the faint smell of cherries in their wake. 

The familiar echoing screams of tortured souls greeted them both as Raphael stepped into the entrance hall of his House of Hope. The abrupt change of temperature caused his little mouse to violently shake as he carried her through the dining room, past cowering debtors, and up into his lavish boudoir. Once over the threshold, he brought her to the edge of his restoration pool and stepped in. 

When her skin made contact with the scalding water, she whimpered, trying to pull away from him, but his grip around her body only tightened, fingertips digging into the flesh of her thigh. He only released her when the water reached his hips, and laid her gently on the steps leading into the pool. She still trembled as the water engulfed her body, but a small sigh of relief escaped her lips.

A different voice reached his ears from the other end of the boudoir. Haarlep slinked off the large bed and waltzed over, wearing nothing but a salacious smirk. Their hips swayed like a panther tracking its prey. They craned their neck, trying to get a glimpse of who it was that Raphael had brought home.

“Have you brought me a new pet to play with, master?” they purred. 

With a wave of Raphael’s hand, Haarlep disappeared. 

He watched her as she laid in the bath. Her breathing slowly but surely became more even as the water healed her battered body and eventually, her eyes opened to look back at him. She blinked slowly, still weak from exhaustion. One of her hands raised out of the water and reached out to him. He blinked when the tips of her fingers, not as cold now as they had been before, caressed his cheek; tenderly, almost lovingly. She was clearly still dazed, not thinking right.

His own hand shot out to circle her forearm, careful to grip just below the still-angry red marks on her wrist from where the shackles had dug into her flesh. How weak and fragile his little mouse was. How easily breakable. He peered at the skin of her wrist curiously before slowly lowering it back into the water. 

“What took you so long?” She muttered. 

Raphael arched a perfectly manicured brow. “Careful, dear. As ever, you toe the delicate line between brazenness and impertinence.”

He turned around to step out of the bath and dry himself with a snap of his fingers. He waited until he had sat down at his finely polished writing desk to speak again, gazing back at her with barely concealed disdain. “Few have such patience or tolerance as I do for trespassers or thieves.” He said the last word with a snarl, sharp teeth bared. 

“I stole nothing. I was just curious,” she replied evenly, though her gaze was challenging. They both knew her words held double meaning.

I stole nothing from you either

“Clumsy snooping is hardly better than thievery, little mouse.” 

Her only response was to dip her head beneath the water, fully submerging herself. Raphael turned back to his desk.

Time passed in relative silence as she bathed. The only sounds to be heard were the scratching of a quill on parchment and the faucets pouring their never ending stream of perfumed water. When she finally stepped out of the pool, all he heard was the small splash of disturbed water. He turned around to watch indulgently as she peeled off the layers of her tattered clothes and discarded them in a heap at the edge of the pool. Her back was to him, but she knew he was watching. It wasn’t anything he hadn’t already seen before, after all. They both knew she had left something behind for him after her clumsy snooping in his home. Even so, his eyes devoured her, raking over the pert swell of her ass and dip of her waist. She picked up a neatly folded towel and wrapped it snugly around herself before turning back to him, meeting his intense stare. Her hair dripped a steady stream of water onto the tiled floor. 

A moment passed, and then she pivoted to walk over to where the giant bed stood. She discarded her towel on the floor before climbing up and into the bed, trading towel for blanket. He watched her all the way, finding himself pleasantly surprised at her boldness. Maybe that’s why he gave her the free reign that she had, perceived though it was. He had told her himself when they first met that he liked his clients with a little backbone. Or perhaps she was just a foolish little mouse who couldn't seem to realize when she had been caught in a trap laid by his expert hand. He found that he liked that theory better. 

She watched him with tired eyes as he placed his quill on his desk and stood from his ornate chair to stalk over to where she lay. 

“Never took you for the knight in shining armor type,” she said quietly as he approached. “Thought that was Korilla’s job.”

“My dear, you wound me,” he replied, raising a hand to his heart in mock offense. “You know all too well that I protect my assets.”

She huffed and closed her eyes, exhaustion winning her over. Soon enough, her breathing became slow and even. Raphael watched for only a few moments before returning to his desk.

Oh, he intended to punish her thoroughly for her snooping. But he would let her rest, for now. 

[sky-kiss]

hello!! 👋😸 for prompt: how about raphael self-pleasuring himself (even to the point of refusing haarlep) thinking about tav 🤔

(do you have a kofi or anything similar, by any chance? i feel like thank you is not enough to express gratitude for all the incredible works you’ve created and shared with us 🔥💖🔥)

A/N: That’s so sweet! I don’t but thank you! The community is just lovely. And hopefully these silly ficlets make some people smile, that’s thanks enough. Or just tell me Joi is pretty. I accept that too. I’m a simple creature. Hiding some sin under the gif lol.

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Raphael Solo: 18+:  He’s been waiting centuries for this, cut him some slack.

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After two thousand years of living, he rarely acts on impulse. It's a mix of nature and nurture; the Hells ran off a ritualistically strict structure, an intricate web of plots weaving together to form its whole. The impulsive met an equally swift end. But there are moments, rare moments, where needs must.

The cambion releases a shuddering breath, his head tipped back against the pillows in the Devil's Den. It's a wonder he's made it here, his legs still weak, his head buzzing and pleasantly swimming from a cocktail of hormones and generalized satisfaction. Centuries of planning, scheming, and deals have all come to this: his masterstroke, his ascension. It's close enough to touch and taste. Raphael chews his lower lip, dizzy with it, beads of sweat tracking down his chest. 

Tav, his masterpiece. The final piece of the puzzle has only just left him. Their scent lingers in the Den. He remembers the feel of their palm, slight as it slipped into his, and the warmth of their skin. Oh, poor dear. Looking at him with such defiance, they put quill to paper, signing over their soul. Its energy is delicious. He feels the cords bind them to him and grows harder. 

He grunts, stroking himself. It's so easy to pretend it's their hand on him. Once they've brought him the Crown and assured his victory? Oh, that's a good thought. The cambion shifts his weight more comfortably, tongue flicking out to wet his lower lip. In his mind, the hero of Baldur's Gate kneels before him, an act of reverence and loyalty. Perhaps they'd put their mouth to use.

Raphael purrs, a long, drawn-out "yes" filling the chamber. He rocks into his touch, long lashes fluttering against his cheek. Tav, eyes glittering with hunger, their hands on his hips, taking him down their throat. That sweet voice pitched in a whimper, all they could manage as he took. The Crown first and then everything they had left to offer. He swipes his thumb over his head, the muscles in his abdomen flexing. 

His little mouse. Focusing on their lingering scent, he drowns himself in it, the pleasure sharply building, building, until he finally spills over his hand. Raphael collapses back into the bed, breathing heavily. The image burned behind his eyes: Tav on their knees, staring up at him, his perfect creation. 

The cambion smirks, teasing his fingers through the spend on his belly. 

Perhaps, when the time comes, he will indulge in this fantasy. 

For their benefit, of course. They've been so good. Why shouldn't Raphael reward such loyal service? 

He is, after all, nothing if not magnanimous. 

[atrueneutral]

Can I ask for Raphael or Haarlep having a 'Wait, why am I jealous?' realization of their romantic feelings for Tav? (For the record, Tav is interested in him, too)

Because I think romantic feelings for Raphael need a little more foundation, I leaned into the development of his jealousy. I hope you like it regardless!

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When it came to provoking ambition, nothing could compare to jealousy.

The first time Raphael saw the pair together was when he introduced himself to the adventuring party on the bridge outside Moonhaven.

It was fresh back then, the relationship between his mouse and the vampire spawn - budding in the sense that they had only recently met and were learning how to navigate each other’s nature.

With his mouse being the designated leader, the vampire spawn and the two others stayed some feet behind with their hackles raised. He had seen it in the pale-elf’s red eyes; there was no love in that gaze - not yet. Similar to him, the spawn was calculating how best to weasel his way into the mouse’s good graces - learn what she valued and become that value.

When Raphael next met them at Last Light Inn, his mouse valued the spawn, and, judging by the warmth that had settled in those red eyes, the spawn had come to value her as well. The companions standing in her bubble were relatively relaxed and composed (as much as they could be when tadpoled and in the presence of a devil playing lanceboard), and the spawn was close enough to the mouse to grab her hand if need be.

Their relationship was blossoming, but was no cause of concern for him… or so he had thought.

Outside of the Temple of Shar, it started to become irritating that the pale-faced, ‘charming’ vampire spawn was always at the mouse’s side. Raphael did well in not letting his irritation show, and he superbly performed his practiced poem to the audience. They were then given a suggested directive regarding the orthon, and he sweetened the pot with an offer to help Astarion in learning the significance of his scarred back.

An offer he would regret.

True to his word, with Yurgir taken care of and back in his House of Hope, Raphael had materialized on the edge of his mouse’s camp, and that’s when he saw it - sickening, romantic gestures that boiled his heated blood. Embracing outside the spawn’s tent, his mouse playfully mussed the spawn’s hair before planting a brief kiss on that roguish mouth. Before she could remove herself from him fully, the spawn pulled her back in and deepened the kiss, cutting off her melodic laughter…

A kiss that Raphael swiftly interrupted, to his gratification and to his mouse’s embarrassment.

Love had bloomed between the duo - and it was then and there when the devil conspired to one day weed it out.

Presently, Astarion was at the appointment in his Devil’s Den because of course he was. Ideally, his mouse would have arrived alone, but her companions had grown too fond of her - too protective to let that happen…

But, unexpected and delightful developments had arisen! Curiously, as they stood gathered in his suite listening to him recite a most appealing offer, in the depths of the vampire spawn’s protective, red gaze was jealousy.

Oh, the restraint Raphael needed to not grin and gloat in the moment of realization that Astarion was jealous - because of him! Of how his mouse was enamored by him - mischief and desire alight in her alluring blown-wide eyes as he ingratiated himself to their hope of survival.

How had he not noticed his mouse’s interest before? Had it always been there but he concentrated too much on other things? It mattered not; he was now made perfectly aware, and he would set into motion his scheme! He would rip the root of the flower from the dirt! He would see to it that their love withered and died!

Once the mess involving illithids passed, once he had the Crown (she will sign!), his mouse will belong to him, and him alone!

His mouse!

His!

[bitethedevil]

Living with The Devil You Know (Raphael x Tav): Chapter 2

Chapter: one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen, fourteen, fifteen, sixteen

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Fic Summary: Tav broke their agreement by handing the Crown of Karsus to Mystra instead of Raphael. Not only that, but she also robbed his house and killed his incubus. Raphael is patient and he is determined to get his revenge.

…Tav isn't too bothered. She will figure something out eventually. Until then she just has to find a way to live peacefully with a devil.

Chapter Summary: Tav tries to get in contact with her friends and bothers Raphael while he is working.

(AN: There's a bit more backstory to Tav in this one. She is shamelessly based on one of my own Tavs. There's no smut in this chapter but the next one will be a bit spicier, I promise.)

She was in front of a mirror in the boudoir, trying to untangle her unruly locks with the brush she found in the wardrobe. It had been made for finer hair than hers, which was evident with all the red hairs that now clung to the brush.

Gods, she looked tired, she thought to herself as she saw faint bags under her green eyes. It would without a doubt take her a while to get used to her new bedfellow. Her gaze went from her own eyes in the mirror, to the yellow eyes of Raphael’s warlock that were watching her every move in the reflection.

She got dressed and was herded into the larger dining area in the middle of the house by Cassius. It seemed that Raphael had already left the house.

A servant brought her breakfast shortly after she had sat down at the table. The tiefling warlock sat down beside her with his legs crossed and kept an eye on her.

Tav had ignored him to the best of her abilities while she had gotten out of bed and dressed. She had found his smile charming when they had met the day before, but after he had hit her over the head with a blunt object and brought her directly to his patron, the effect of that charm had somewhat faded. That ‘disarming’ smile was annoying and smug at its best with the way that it was plastered to his face. He watched her with almost unblinking eyes.

She studied his annoying presence while she was eating.

“My…someone takes their job a bit too seriously.”

Cassius ignored her and kept staring at her without saying a word.

“Come on. At least Korrilla talks to me. Are you afraid I’ll outwit you?” Tav said after a moment of quiet.

Cassius jumped straight into her trap and reacted to her provocation, just as she had hoped.

“My job right now is to watch you, not entertain you,” Cassius answered with a slight sneer on his face.

She stopped eating for a moment and smiled at him. It was that sneer on his face that suddenly made Tav recognize something.

She could not help the amused smile that formed on her face, as the realization hit her. The way Cassius’s nose wrinkled when he sneered…how could she have missed the resemblance?

“What?” Cassius asked with a frown.

The yellow eyes, the red skin, the dark hair, the air of self-importance: if you squinted a bit, Cassius looked exactly like a younger Raphael. They could almost have been related, but knowing Raphael, that was not the case. She remembered what Haarlep had said before they had killed him: Raphael only ever wants to sleep with himself.

It suddenly made all the sense in the world why Raphael would make a warlock pact with someone who knew next to nothing about using any kind of magic. Could it be that the devil was thinking with his cock because he missed Haarlep?

“What is it?” Cassius asked again as he studied her amused face.

“Oh…nothing really,” she answered and tried to wipe the smile from her face. “Cassius, was it?”

“Yes,” he answered.

“Right. Cassius, I’m curious,” she said. “How long have you been working for Raphael?”

He hesitated for a moment and crossed his arms. It seemed that he was considering whether he was allowed to tell her.

“About a month,” he answered.

“Only a month?” Tav said with feigned astonishment. “And Raphael already gives you such important tasks as kidnapping and watching me?”

“Yes, well,” Cassius said with a snooty expression. “What can I say? My patron has taken a liking to me.”

“Oh, I’m sure,” Tav said, and kept eating.

She could get away with the half-baked plan she had in her mind. If he had only been a warlock for about a month, there was no chance that he could be particularly powerful or even able to fully control his new powers yet. Tav just had to be quick. If she could only divert his attention for a moment…

She looked behind Cassius and acted as if Raphael had come home.

“You’re back,” she said to the air behind him.

Cassius predictably looked over his shoulder. Tav was quick with casting her sleep spell. Cassius slumped forward and hit his head on the edge of the table before falling to the floor.

Tav winced sympathetically as she saw him hit the table-edge. That was going to bruise. Then she remembered how he had knocked her out the day before and shrugged.

She got to her feet and looked around for a piece of paper. It technically was not necessary for a sending spell to write it down, but she had to be precise in her wording and she only had 25 words to work with as her limit.

She found a piece of paper on a desk, and she frantically wrote down the message that she would send:

I’m safe. Raphael kidnapped me. Don’t listen to him. Stay away. It’s a trap. I’ll figure something out. I’m not in immediate danger.

Tav held it up and said it out loud. She used the spell to send it to Gale first. She sent the same message to Shadowheart as well, in the case Gale had already left for Waterdeep. As the sending spell was both a cleric and wizard spell, she would hopefully get a response from at least one of them.

She managed to burn the evidence before she heard Cassius starting to move again. She ran back to her seat at the table and sat down. She acted as if nothing had happened.

After a moment, Cassius sat up and looked at her with a groggy expression.

“Don’t do anything stupid,” she warned as he looked like he might alert Raphael.

“What did you do?” Cassius said and climbed back onto his chair to look her in the eyes. “Tell me!”

He was looking at her with a furious expression. His hair looked disheveled, his eyes intense under his furrowed brow, and a bruise was starting to form on his forehead.

He did not scare her in the least.

“You just took a little nap,” Tav answered and continued eating her food as if nothing had happened. “Don’t worry, no one has to know…”

“Raphael will throw you into a cell when he hears about this,” Cassius hissed. “Exactly where you belong.”

“Mm, maybe,” Tav answered calmly. “But a prisoner does as a prisoner does: they try to escape. What is more unforgivable is that the warlock he put in charge failed the very simple job that he was given. Raphael might like you, but do you really think that’s enough for him to forgive you for failing to counter a simple sleeping spell?”

Cassius looked pissed. His nostrils flared. His yellow eyes were burning with rage…until they narrowed in consideration. He knew that she was right: he would get punished for this little mishap.

“I won’t tell if you won’t,” Tav said and then pointed to the bruise on his forehead. “You should do something about that before he gets home.”

Cassius touched the spot she pointed at and winced in pain.

“If you pull another stunt like this, I won’t be as merciful,” Cassius warned.

“Of course,” Tav answered with a shrug and a smile.

She didn’t need to. She had already done all she had to do. For now, at least.

While Cassius tended to his bruise, she got word back from Shadowheart. She heard the message telepathically in Shadowheart’s voice:

‘Noted. I will tell the others. Be safe and be careful, Tav.’

Tav sighed quietly in relief. Her message had been heard and her friends would stay away.

Shortly after, she received Gale’s reply. It also manifested as Gale’s own voice in her head:

‘Thank the gods, you are alive! We were looking for you everywhere. I suspect that Raphael is angry that we gave the Crown to Mystra?’

She waited patiently for the rest of the reply she knew that would come. Gale was never great at keeping things brief. A few moments later she received another sending spell from Gale:

‘Please stay safe and if you need anything, just send me another message. Remember that sending between planes has a slightly imperfect success rate.’

It was so typical of Gale to find a way to teach her things even across planes…Still, it was comforting hearing his voice.

Tav felt a lot more relieved now that her friends had been warned. Now all she had to do was survive in the House of Hope long enough figure out how in the Hells she could escape on her own.

She spent most of the day with Cassius at her heels. He was driving her insane. Not only did he take his job of watching her way too seriously with the way he constantly stared her down, but he had also been pouting ever since she cast that sleep spell on him.

She decided to take a nap during the afternoon. When she woke up, she took a walk around the house. There was not much else to do under Cassius’s intense supervision.

She saw that Raphael had returned. She found him in the archive. He was working and surprisingly, he was in his human form. Cassius instinctively took a few steps back towards the exit when he noticed that Raphael was sitting there working at his desk.

Tav did not move. She had been promised ‘free roam of the house’, after all. If Raphael’s presence meant that she would be free of Cassius just for a moment, then that was a price she was willing to pay.

Raphael eyes went from the papers to Tav. He looked her up and down as if waiting for an explanation as to why she was bothering him. She smiled at him.

“Can I help you, dear?” Raphael asked with sarcastic politeness.

“I’m seeking refuge here from my persistent babysitter,” she said and gestured to Cassius who was now scowling at her. “I promise I won’t disturb your work. I’ll be quiet as a mouse.”

Raphael looked from her to Cassius, then nodded and waved the warlock away.

“Thank you,” Tav said and pointed to a chair. “May I?”

“Please,” Raphael said arranged some of the papers on his desk into a pile before looking at her.

Tav sat down on the chair on the other side of his desk. Instead of resuming his work, Raphael seemed to be studying her. She simply smiled at him, unaffected with his stare.

“It wasn’t my intention to interrupt whatever you were doing,” she said. “I just wanted some peace and quiet.”

“Yet you have interrupted me,” he said with a thin smile. “Has my archivist shown you my collection of books yet? Or have you perhaps already familiarized yourself with it when you broke into my home?”

“He has not,” she said and ignored his second comment.

“Hm,” Raphael hummed and got up from his chair. “I’ll show you if it can give you something better to do than to simply sit there and be a nuisance.”

She followed him as he told her the contents of the different sections of the bookcases that were lining the walls of the archive.

Tav had worked in a library before the whole tadpole-business so she could not help being impressed with his collection. Some of the titles she recognized were considered so rare that they were thought to be lost to time.

“Everything from here and down to there is either translated or written in the common tongue,” Raphael explained. “You are welcome to any of them as long as you are careful, but do not take them outside this room. And please do ask the archivist if you should use gloves for any book that you might borrow, as some of these tomes are from before your great-grandparents were even thought of.”

“Oh, in most cases gloves really should not be necessary,” Tav said. “Even if they are old.”

“Pardon?” Raphael said and looked at her as if to ask her how she dared question him.

“I will use gloves if that is what you want,” she said with a shrug. “I’m just saying that it might actually do more harm than good to do so.”

He kept looking at her, prompting her to explain further.

“Using gloves has been the standard procedure when handling old books, but it’s been proven to cause more damage, not less.”

She took a random book from one of the cases to illustrate her point as she kept explaining.

“See how the paper is brittle at the edges? When you are using gloves, you can’t properly feel the page which makes your fingers clumsier. The only real argument there is for using gloves is to not transfer oils from your hands. If your hands are clean and you don't flip the pages in the same spot where one usually would, it preserves the books much better than if one was to use gloves.”

Raphael’s eyes were slightly narrowed at her. He did not seem to like being told he was wrong about anything.

“And you believe that you, a simple Baldurian librarian, knows better than my archivist?” Raphael asked. Despite the hostility in his question, he did seem to be considering what she was saying.

It did not surprise her in the least that Raphael had been digging in her past and knew about her former occupation. She remembered that he had seemed to be digging in her companions’ pasts as well.

“I would bet my soul, if I still had ownership over it, that your archivist is specialized in preservation of artifacts and not books, yes. This is all a very new practice as well, so his education on the matter could be outdated.”

“Hm…Do discuss it with him tomorrow, if you are so certain that you are right,” he said and brushed the topic away.

He returned to his seat at his desk and watched her as she was still looking through his book collection.

“Speaking of your past,” Raphael said. “I have a question for you, if you would indulge me…”

“Yes?” she said with her back turned to him.

“I was able to gather very little information about you before our first meeting all that time ago. No relatives, no friends, no loved ones…Your life seemed so perfectly unremarkable. All I could gather from my sources were that you moved to Baldur’s Gate to become an apprentice wizard and then you became a librarian. Is that all there is to it?”

“Yes,” she accidentally answered just a little too fast. She swallowed hard and tried to cover it up with a snarky comment: “We can’t all be vampire spawn, tragic heroes, children of dukes or…devils with grand ambitions, can we?”

She turned to look at Raphael. He was smiling and he looked like a shark that had just smelled a drop of blood in the water.

“Indeed,” he said calmly. “Where did you grow up, Tav?”

“In a small and unremarkable village outside Baldur’s Gate,” she answered. “Why do you ask?”

“Simple curiosity, dear,” Raphael answered with a hand gesture.

“You know what they say...Curiosity killed the cat,” Tav said and sat down in front of him with a book.

She opened the book and began to read, in the hopes that Raphael would let it go.

“You will find this cat quite difficult to kill, little mouse,” Raphael said with a smirk. “But if I am making you uncomfortable with my questions about your past, let me ask you something else…”

He smoothly reached over and closed the book she was reading to pull her attention back to him.

“It did not surprise me given your status as a wizard that you decided to give the Crown to Mystra. What did surprise me was that you had every opportunity to not sign my deal or steal back your contract…Of course the latter would have not ended favorably for you, but you did not even put in the effort to try. Does your soul truly mean that little to you?”

“Firstly,” Tav said and held up a finger. “Quite prejudiced of you to think I worship Mystra, just because I’m a wizard. I did it for my friend, not for her. I fully intended to give you the Crown for the longest while, but my companions convinced me otherwise. Secondly, as you said, stealing the contract seemed like suicide.”

“Ahh,” Raphael mused with a dramatic expression. “So, it was your dear friends that convinced you to break our contract. You sacrificed your soul in exchange for curing your friend’s condition and so that they could all sleep easier knowing that the Crown went to the Heavens and not to the Hells. They found no issue in letting you forfeit your soul, in order to profit themselves, did they? How ungrateful of them…”

There was that performative and manipulative Raphael she knew. She knew what he was doing, and she was not going to take his bait. He would not get her to turn against her own friends.

“What were your plans for the Crown of Karsus?” she asked. “You’re going to kill me at some point anyway, so there should be no harm in telling me the truth now, right? Would it had stayed in the Hells?”

“The Crown? Yes…I am a devil of my word after all,” Raphael said dramatically with a smile. “Although it’s influence would not, no. I would have gone to conquered new realms once the Hells were under my control.”

“Well…” she sighed. “I think my soul is a rather cheap price to pay to avoid all of that then.”

“My dear, you are terribly naïve if you think that you have done anything more than delay the inevitable,” Raphael said. “The Crown will be mine eventually. It is simply a question of how much destruction it will cause in the Heavens and in your home realm before it will be…”

Sore loser, Tav thought and opened her book again to continue reading.