#int. -> raphael.

[nahim]

as expected, raphael was smart enough to dismiss bastjan’s credible concerns with unwavering support. nahim had expected nothing less and such a reason was precisely why he’d brought it to raph’s attention in the first place. it always paid to have a yes man around; it was merely a bonus to have one that was as attractive and powerful as raphael. “thank you,” nahim sighed, another roll of his eyes accompanying his irritated gratitude. “that’s what i said. he didn’t believe a word, though. ever since that night, he’s taken it upon himself to mother us all. if he continues, i don’t know what i’ll do with him. he’s quickly becoming bothersome.”

fortunately, their collective attention shifted from trivial matters of overly-involved siblings and into much more interesting territory, much to nahim’s delight and personal preference. he pressed himself flush against raph the moment the rhetorical question was posed, his previously embittered demeanour dissolving the moment a little physical touch was lavished upon him. had it been anyone else, nahim wouldn’t have hesitated to snap every bone in their hand for daring to consider themselves worthy of touching him without request but raphael was a trusted individual; for once, there was no need for panic or retaliation. the kiss was immediately welcomed, a soft sound of relief leaving the younger councilman at the long-sought after familiarity. he lifted a hand from raphael’s chest to firmly cup his jaw, keeping him held in place as he deepened the kiss, angling his head just so to drag the tip of a fang across the ghoul’s tongue. the blood flow was minimal, the cut nowhere deep enough to do any damage especially with accelerated healing at their mutual disposal, but the sample he was rewarded with was more than sufficient for the time being. 

pulling back with a sharp nip to raph’s lower lip, nahim smiled sweetly at him, a picture of innocence as his hand loosened its hold on raph’s jaw to card his fingers almost affectionately through the ghoul’s hair. “more than you can comprehend, mio caro. the days and nights passed by dreadfully slowly without you.”

Raphael scoffed and rolled his eyes in support of Nahim's ranting about Bastjan. Maybe he was biased but that didn't matter when they were the only ones here in Nahim's suite. "Bastjan sounds like a real killjoy, what business is it of his to interfere? I think you've been doing just fine," he offered his own insight. Obviously biased. Incredibly biased. How could he not be when he had such a pretty thing in his lap to shift his views in said pretty thing's favor. Course that also wasn't hard when it came to Nahim in general with their shared rivalry against Roland.

Now a smile returned to his lips with the topic turned back to himself. Well almost. Raph had a gift in turning almost anything all about him and how could he not translate that from Nahim's attention. He leaned back, watching the gorgeous young vampire through half-lidded eyes, hooking a finger under that sharp chin. "Of course you would miss me, why wouldn't you?" he returned. "I wonder... just how much you've missed me in your time away..." The ghoul leaned in close, pulling the younger in until their lips met again in a soft kiss, one less chaste than moments prior and likely would lose all sense of innocence.

[drownedrow]

20 INT vs 14 INT do you ever think he was like omfg banging my head against the wall stfuuuu I know it was prob less when he was at HOH but still…

[cambion-companion]

"Hold Monster"

Based on this amazing post and artwork. I couldn't help but write something for our beloved INT 8 Tav from 1st POV since that's what I feel most comfortable writing.

Raphael x reader!Tav | Tav thinks the hold monster spell works in a very different way

You certainly hadn't intended to trip and fall into the portal, landing face-first on the polished marble floor of Raphael's entryway.

Your presence had been noticed immediately by Raphael who, upon recognizing you, wore a rather aggrieved expression. He set down his quill carefully and rose to full towering height, a slight twist of bemusement curling his lips. "Here I assumed you could go an hour without indulging in foolishness." He strode toward you and gripped you by the scruff like a wayward kitten. "You just caused me to lose a bet with Korilla."

"I really don't know how this happened!" You protested against his grasp as he dragged you back towards the portal. "I would've knocked if you had a door!"

Raphael released you with a slight push, his wings flexing as he glowered down at you. "Innocent or not, a trespass will be received as such."

"Ah! Raphael, it was an accident!" You began to panic as his eyes glowed a bright gold and flames began to dance upon the tips of his fingers. "Oh, not again." You groaned, wracking your brains for something to counter his retribution."

You withdrew a small amount of silver from your pocket and shrieked. "I cast hold monster!!" Then charged at the cambion head-on.

So surprised was he by your yell and sudden movement, Raphael couldn't react in time before you leapt upon him. You wrapped your arms and legs around his torso and hips, clinging to him like a rabid spider monkey.

The force with which you jumped him caught both of you off guard and Raphael toppled to the floor, his wings failing to catch his weight in time. You felt his grip pierce your sides as he stared up at you in utter shock for a moment. The spell had worked, it seemed.

You panted. "I don't want my bottom singed again like last time. That wasn't very nice."

Raphael grimaced, his face sharpening again as his surprise subsided. Emotions warred across his features. "You are a most confounding creature. If I believed you at all capable of rational thought, you'd be a pile of ash this very moment. Now...get off."

"Sorry, I can't." You shook your head sorrowfully. "The spell lasts a minute."

Raphael growled low in his throat, his wings stretching as he slowly got to his feet. You still clung to him, holding him tightly as you could.

With great care and powerful restraint, Raphael removed you from his person limb by limb.

"Wow, you're strong." You said with awe, panting a little from the exertion. Seeing the look on his face you backed slowly towards the portal. "Okay, I can see you're busy. I'll be going now."

"I should think so." Sparks of hellfire danced between Raphael's fingertips as he looked at you, his expression much like one who is considering how best to skin a deer.

Once you'd disappeared back to the material plane, Raphael grunted and looked around his immaculate manor. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath of the infernal air. "For the crown."

[sky-kiss]

I came across the Warped Headband of Intellect which gvies the wearer 17 int and cannot stop thinking about 8 int Tav putting it on and shocking poor Raphael out of his socks with their sudden smarts. 😅 And maybe their sudden lack of them once he removes the headband. 😂

A/N: I run screaming into the night because of how schmoopy this is.

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Raphael x 8 INT Tav: Don't Go Changin'

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He pauses to regard the Little Mouse with curiosity and caution. 

She's looking at him. Not in the vacant, slightly dreamy-eyed way he's grown to expect, but with genuine understanding. Tav cocks her head to the side, eyes narrowing, lips pressing to a thin line. An uncustomarily severe look, and not one Raphael can say he likes. 

"You keep coming back," she says, unprompted, and the tone is different too. Raphael searches her face and aura for anything unusual, but there's nothing. Only a new tiara, one dull stone set in its center; it's a tacky piece, certainly not one he'd have gifted. Tav steps towards him, hesitating, before reaching out to touch his wrist. "Tell me why?" 

"You're asking questions? Are you well, my dear?" 

Her lips quirk up; the softness, at least, is correct. Tav chuckles, shrugging. "I've been running our encounters over and over in my head, trying to come up with a reason. Protecting your assets, maybe," and some alarm trills in his head because the turn of phrase is wrong. "Curiosity, perhaps. But I've signed your contract. I've made good on my word at every step. Do you distrust me?"

"Fae," the word still chokes him. "Do not trust easily. And I have lived a long and twisted life. You have the right of it. I am nothing if not protective of my interests." 

"But that isn't right." Her brow furrows, features twisting prettily. The infernal blood in his veins delights in her frustration; the mortal is…compelled to touch her. Raphael's fingers curl around her forearm. "You only rarely visited before. This," Tav gestures to him, "is a recent development. Since our…" she clears her throat, "Liaison in the Devil's Den. I have a theory, of course, but I prefer to hear your take." 

Raphael frowns, "What's happened? Where is this cunning stemming from? You've theories? You're studying me? Has the worm finally squirmed too deeply into your skull?"

"We both know the tadpole has nothing to do with this, Raphael. Now, I'm asking you for honesty. After everything, you cannot claim that is too much." 

He can and will! The devil crosses his arms over his chest, searching her face again. His gaze keeps straying to that damnable headpiece, horrific and garishly out of place on her lovely face. "I am magnanimous, but even my graces have their limits. I do not indulge my clientele's idle accusations." 

"If we examine your behavior…" 

"Hang my behavior! What has come over you?" 

One of her companions, the tiresome little spawn, sidles up to her. Astarion taps the garish piece. "Do excuse the interruption. And far be it from me to stick my nose in a devil's dispute, but…" He hooks his finger under the headband, lifting it free from her hair. 

And his Mouse's demeanor shifts all at once: all notes of pretension and accusation falling away in the face of better instincts. 

"The headband, you see." Astarion taps it. "Quite impressive what it can do from one's intellect. You know, I would have imagined you preferred a…touch of the cerebral in your partners. It seems I was wrong." 

"For her sake, I will allow that breach in etiquette, little vampling. Begone now." Raphael holds himself to the full of his height, imperious, kingly. The spawn holds his hands up for peace before slinking back into the night, leaving them alone. 

"You've come to visit me again, my prince!" Tav clutches his hand, all instinct, light, and love on her face. There is not an ounce of self-preservation in her marrow as she winds her arms around him, hungry for contact. "You must be so busy, and still, you take the time!" 

Raphael frowns, smoothing a hand over her hair. It feels…wrong, somehow. "Your earlier accusations…" 

She shakes her head, "Don't matter. I don't care why you visit. It doesn't matter. I like it. I like you." 

Submerging him in a pool of holy water would have been less jarring. The cambion blinks, staring down at Tav. 

And this once, a touch of honesty. Raphael clears his throat, an air of offended dignity and dismissal hanging around him. "My dear, for tonight, let us say the feeling is mutual." 

"Just tonight?" 

"Don't get greedy." 

She hums, delighted, pressing her face against his chest. 

And gods, it's all such a mess. 

[flamemittens]

Thinking about how it would be funny if: all through the events of the game Tav/Durge refuses any sort of deal with Raphael, but still gives him the Crown of Karsus at the end anyway; because, why not?

Raphael is beside himself the whole time, wondering what he could have done differently to get them to agree, was it something he said (or didn't say), could he have been more charming (surely not, that's not possible, it has so very rarely failed him before) - then just resigns himself to the disappointing conclusion that he may have to wait another thousand years for a further opportunity.

Then, a few nights after the Netherbrain's defeat, there's an energy shift in the House of Hope. And the sound of something heavy and sopping wet being dragged along the flagstones.

Raphael, sitting at a desk, frowns.

The infuriating sound gets louder, and Tav appears in the boudoir, dragging a waterlogged hessian sack. They stop beside him, lift out the Crown and settle it down on the desk in front of him. Refuses to elaborate, leaves.

Raphael collects himself enough to intercept them just before they exit the House: "You have...unexpectedly...brought me a mighty gift; will you not stay for dinner or perhaps a drink, little mouse? There are many thi--"

And Tav just finger guns him, and leaves.

Haarlep: "You're telling me all we had to do was ask nicely?!"

Raphael: "Wha--"

Part 2

[cherrylssues]

Redid the cuddling with Tav! Which, by they way, is short for Tavern.

[inaconstantstateofchange]

Inquiring minds want to see your take...8 INT Tav meets Haarlep in the Boudoir.

asjdaksjdasd oh my god okay, well obviously taking massive inspiration from your og: 8 INT Tav

this got... impossibly long. don't blame me, blame the two competing peacocks.

Raphael rematerializes within the familiar walls of his bedroom, still pinching the bridge of his nose. He normally prefers to arrive at the front hall, to allow his servants to see and feel his presence in their midst, but today… He’ll grant himself an allowance, just this once. A familiar rustle of wings unfurling has him spinning around, looking for the slightest opening to lash out and satisfy even some portion of his wounded pride. He is not kept waiting long. 

Haarlep’s mockingly dulcet voice lilts out of the shadows across the room, eyes alight with glee. “How was the visit with your dear paramour, Unseelie lord?” 

Raphael raises a clawed fist in their direction, discordant notes like distant screams gathering at the tips. Haarlep leans forward with anticipation, the byplay between them familiar if not yet entirely banal. Just before he releases it, tips them over the edge into simple violence that might ease but not soothe the indignity he has suffered today – and every day since meeting that impertinent, irritating girl – a thought strikes him. He grins, slow and toothy.

Haarlep is far too accomplished a fiend to do anything so obvious as blanch, but they do blink twice in rapid succession, a clear sign of their startlement from one who knows them as well as he. It is not often that he misses a step in their masquerade. 

Letting the accrued magic dissipate entirely, Raphael raises his hands to his mouth in an expression of carefree thought, a fine and cutting edge to it that he knows the other feels. 

“Why, how delightfully cordial of you to ask after her, Haarlep. In fact, she has been doing the same, nigh incessantly!” He watches the other’s face with barely-hidden glee, tracking every visible micro-expression. 

Another blink. Confusion. Haarlep doesn’t see the game yet. And, after all, how could they? That girl is absolutely incalculable. Raphael soothes his vexation with the thought that, at least this time, he can make someone else play the victim to her unique form of nescience. 

A brief mantling of the wings. They have determined their gambit then. With a sultry movement of their arm, Haarlep gestures to themself. “But of course! Who could possibly resist such a delicacy in truth? I am glad to hear the little darling has come to her senses and reconsidered.”

Raphael lets them preen, their eyes still watchful behind their long lashes, a moment longer, then claps his hands sharply. 

“That’s settled then. I’ll be just a moment, and then the two of you can get reacquainted.” He lets some portion of his own power rise around him for just a moment. No need to put too fine a point on it. “And, Haarlep? I do expect you to give a more proper welcome to guests of the House in future.”

Haarlep looks away for that moment, a pretense at nonchalance, but Raphael trusts his message has been received. He discorporates himself with a moment’s thought, feeling a malefic cheer rising as he considers the treat in store for him. 

Haarlep remains where they stand, loath to cede more ground and mistrustful of this turn of their little brat’s whims. They cast back to their first, brief meeting with the subject of his – unwitting and unwilling – current attentions, but nothing materializes that could explain the specific turn of his disposition. She had been too insipid to intrigue, yet somehow survived her visit unscathed where countless others had not. 

Their thoughts are suspended by the familiar metaphysical crackle that heralds the rematerialization of Raphael’s preferred method of conveyance. This time, he does not arrive alone. Held stiff and distrustful within the loose circle of his arms is… her. The moment she sets her eyes on Haarlep, they go limpid and soft.

Raphael speaks, face inscrutable but voice tremulous with his mirth, “See, dear one, I told you I’d had a… crisis of conscience. You’ve worn me down with your keen moral arguments, and I’m prepared to… see sense, and let you speak to Haarlep again.”

Haarlep blinks, genuinely caught off guard for one of the first times in recent memory. What… is going on. 

The girl steps forward, turning back to give Raphael a solemn, approving look, before approaching Haarlep tentatively. It is, however, not with the understandable caution they are accustomed to from mortals, but rather underpinned by something saccharine and soppy. Their well-honed survival instincts prick at them as she opens her mouth, warning them without even a bare moment to flee that whatever comes out of it will be harrowing indeed. 

“I know, Haarlep. I know what you are.” She reached out toward them with  supplicant hands. “You aren’t stuck here. You can be free.”

Haarlep blinks once, then again. “... What.”

She elaborates, but does not in any way elucidate. “I’ve seen this before, you know. It’s not hopeless. Whatever these fey have told you, your nature does not make you one of them. You belong on the Material Plane, with others like you.”

Behind her, Raphael’s face begins to crack into a grin worthy of a true fiend. Haarlep’s distrust is growing exponentially with each passing moment. They paste on a smile and lean forward, “Others… like me. And just what would those others be, little interloper?” 

“Oh, Haarlep…” To his stark disgust, a single tear drips from one eye. Gleeful micro-vibrations emanate from Raphael, propagating a shimmering haze around him. 

She continues on, after a brief pause in which she stares at him mournfully, “A changeling, of course. I’m so sorry you’ve fallen prey to their lies, that you had to find out this way.” 

She clenches her fist, a mawkish determination filling her entire body. “I’ll find a way to free you. I promise.”

[Haarlep.exe has stopped responding.] 

On the resounding heels of the vacuum left by her pronouncement, Raphael vibrates himself into the wall of the next room over. His cackling still reaches them unimpeded.

[amcrfatti]

𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 ⸻ @belavoier said: " i'll pretend i didn't just hear that "

A coreana evitava Raphael a todo custo. Desde o dia em que ele revelou ao vivo numa live que tinha interesse em Jinjoo e que ela o respondeu de maneira rude... Ela nunca mais teve paz com os fãs do fenômeno mundial. Frequentemente recebendo hater, ela passou a odiar ele de tabela. Ao vê-lo sair frustrado de dentro da barraca da vidente, não evitou o riso debochado enquanto virava sua taça de champanhe. ❝ Cuidado com o que deseja. ❞ Comentou com um riso vitorioso desenhado nos lábios. ❝ Só porque vai fingir, não quer dizer que não vai acontecer. ❞ Se as fãs deles, que adoravam a chamar de bruxa, vissem aquela interação, certamente diriam que ela estava amaldiçoando o cantor. ❝ O que ouviu de tão ruim assim? ❞ A curiosidade falou bem mais alto quando decidiu que puxaria papo com o Raphael ao se aproximar mais dele.

[nahimarchive]

closed starter for @nottheangel-raphael

whilst he’d had no doubt in raphael’s ability to make good on their deal, nahim remained faintly surprised by just how smoothly the process had gone. initially, the wait for the call of confirmation had been agonising. nahim had paced throughout the entire palazzo while he’d waited with his phone practically surgically attached to him, dismissing everyone and everything that tried to interrupt him. when the call finally came through, nahim had remained the picture of perfect diplomacy across the line, expressing his gratitude for raphael’s efforts before terminating the call. it had been a gamble to stake his claim over the position so soon after marcellino’s passing, especially with lingering doubt still harboured by some surrounding the official ruling concerning the cause of his sire’s death, but wasting time fretting over the opinions of others was out of the question – what mattered most was that he’d succeeded.

with the rest of the coven briefed on the decision later that night, nahim had set off for krovs the following morning. there was no need to waste time now that the vote had been cast in favour of his ascension. the sooner he arrived, the sooner he could rectify the damaged reputation his sire had nurtured through continuously staggering displays of ineptitude. once he’d checked over his suite and found almost everything to his liking, nahim shifted his focus to the most pressing matter of all and headed to raphael’s suite. calling ahead would have been the wiser decision but something told nahim an unannounced arrival wouldn’t go down too badly, all things considered. approaching raphael in his own territory was undoubtedly the best way to conduct this little reunion of sorts. coming to a halt, he knocked twice before letting himself in to lean against the doors. “you'll have to excuse the spontaneous visit–" amusement laced the edge of his tone as he spoke. "–i'm here to apologise, actually."

[dantent]

I'm dying at your text post about Raphael falling for idiot Tav because I'm planning on doing a run and compiling all the moments Tav gets called out for being a dumbass but being able to get away with it because they're too charismatic.

thank you 😭

and i absolutely encourage doing that run. my first tav was a high char bard but since i never played dnd or bg3 before i made some very dumb choices and it's so funny seeing everyone react to it. so idiot, but high char tav is such a blast tbh

plus, seeing dear raphael have inner conflict about falling for an idiot is so funny to me

[sky-kiss]

@red-dead-sakharine requested 8 INT Tav who mistakenly calls Raphael a tiefling.

Raphael/Tav (GN): The Devil You TRULY Don't Know

Finally, the last piece of his grand design. The fulcrum, his piece de resistance, upon which so much hung. Scanning them for the hundredth time, Raphael cannot shake the sense of delicious irony: a child of Asmodeus, one of his blasted tieflings, will deliver the Prince of Lies's throne to Raphael's grasp. He cannot imagine a sweeter agony for the Lord of the Ninth. 

 He is fully prepared to bask in his victory when he summons the group to the House. And why should he not? This meeting is the start of his conquest. He lets the human glamor drop, stretching his grand wings as he relaxes into his proper form. Tav shuffles back a step, regarding him with wide eyes, raking across his figure. Raphael preens beneath their observation, raising his left hand to tap his chin. "What's better than a devil you don't know? A devil you do."

So many things happen in such rapid succession. When Raphael reflects on this moment, he will not know precisely how to parse their line of thought. The silly dear's face seems to shift from confusion to pain to breathtaking concern in seconds—Tav lungs for him. Raphael does not fall back but is left to arch a brow as the little creature clutches his hand between theirs. 

"You should not say that about yourself. You cannot." 

He purses his lips, glancing over their shoulder at their companions. The cambion is gratified to see they share his confusion. "I…dear, some clarity is in order. What can't I say?" 

"They call us devils. Every day, I've heard it. But you cannot internalize that feeling, brother. You are no more a devil than I." 

Raphael takes a moment to collect himself, frowning. "I…"

They cut him off, clutching his hand tighter, all agonized sincerity. "Whatever they've made you feel, it needn't be true. You are more than that."

The vampire spawn takes a step forward, holding up a finger. "Is he, darling? He looks…well, I don't know. A touch Infernal. The sweltering hellscape does…lend some credence to his claim." 

Shadowheart shrugs, crossing her arms over her chest. "There's also that fact that he's said it."

"Listen to your friends, little mouse. For this devil might be…" 

"So much more if he recognized his potential. His humanity. My friend, do you know how many mobs have named me such? Devil? Hellspawn?" 

He frowned. "Tragic, pet. If we could just…"

"I won't let the same befall you." A thumb stroking over the curve of his wrist. Raphael suffers a truly visceral image: his plan crashing down around his ears, Asmodeus cackling from his seat in Nessus. "I look at you. And see your pain. I see how much more you could be." 

"Your judgment is truly misplaced." 

"Mr. Devil, sir," Shadowheart begins. 

"Raphael." Gods, he feels a migraine coming on. 

"If you release our friend to us, we'll explain the situation. Could you forward the highlights of this presentation? 

"It loses its dramatic effect." 

"It'll only be worse if they stay. You see them."

Tav continues to stare in hurt and earnest interest. Raphael shrugs. He snaps his fingers and sends the little idiot careening back to the mortal plane. Thus unburdened, he turns to address the spawn and the cultist. "Now, shall we try again?"

[flamemittens]

A Part 2 to this

A tenday later, he still hasn't convinced Tav to visit the House of Hope to celebrate his...unexpected acquisition of the Crown. He's tried all his usual tactics; appearing in their room in the Elfsong Tavern, taking up residence at Devil's Den in Sharess' Caress hoping they might stop by, sending gifts of formalwear, sending Korilla - they always smile brightly (yet vacantly, he notes) and claim to be 'busy'.

Busy with what, exactly? What could be more important, more appealing, more worthy of one's time than the attention of a devil? A soon-to-be Archdevil no less. It is all so vexatious. Raphael feels the familiar throb of a headache intruding on his good humour, if he can call it that.

He should not be spending his valuable time on this doltish mortal. But they have summoned a pervasive itch that just will not be scratched. How awfully infuriating.

Yes, overall, he's happy. He has his prize. But there are other emotions that percolate through to, well, cloud things a little.

He's offended at the continued rejection. Confused as to how he's been somehow bested (this admission feels repulsive but he will make it anyway) by this creature who appears to be 'two brain cells vying for third place' on legs.

And, most inexplicably, he finds he can't stop thinking about them. He simply must have them and their soul, despite their watery, monolayer intellect.

Haarlep spending most of the last few days nearly doubled over with laughter is not helping. At all.

Raphael sighs.

How in the hells did it come to this?

[ihaznoclue]

"Not Gross"

Bayverse Turtles x Reader (Seperate)

Warnings -> Trauma, Scars, Insecurity, Hurt/Comfort

Note -> Reader has a scar from left should to their right hip from their father int he past and reader doesn't know that the boys see it

Genre -> Angst to Fluff

Not-Proof read - Going back to school tomorrow T-T

Bro I feel bad for Donnie it looks like he was trying to go for a fist bump but Mikey just pats him on the back - shell? and he goes along with it! LMAO (Mikey how could you >:T)

LEONARDO

It was late, the dojo was empty and it was lit only by the warm, low lights from either the sign that were displayed on the walls

You'd come to stretch out after a long day of school/work, you were alone with your thought that was letting silence fill the space

You thought you were alone since the boys went out on night patrol

Your hoodie was off somewhere near by your feet, leaving just your sports top and sweats as you bent into a stretch, you hadn't realized how much your shirt had been lifted, revealing more of your back then usual

That's when he came and saw it even though he didn't mean to

Leo had walked in quietly, as he didn't even go on patrol tonight as his father told him that the boys should be able to lead on their own

Leo froze mid-step into the dojo as his eyes caught on the faint trail along your back, seeing it trail to your right hip

His breath stilled as he didn't mean to see it but now that he had, he couldn't unsee it

That mark... it told a story, the one you never told him

He wasn't sure if he should say something but something in him needed to

"Name.."

Your body jolted hearing the familiar voice call out your name, you spun around halfway as you yanked your shirt back down but it was already too late

Leo's gaze met yours.. calm, steady and wasn't judging - just watching

Even though you tried to play it cool saying "I didn't know you were here, I though you left for patrol"

He nodded "I was meant to but master splinter changed his mind, the others went and I didn't mean to startle you"

You swallows hard and turned away "It's fine, you weren't supposed to see that" He then took a step forward a little bit

"Why?"

You didn't answer but then spoke "It's just a scar" Your arms moved as you hugged yourself "it's not exactly... pretty"

"Does it still hurt" He asks, his voice quiet but firm

You then hesitated, surprised by the question "No.. Not physically"

Leo was silent for a moment then softly spoke "You should've told me you know" That made you look at him "Why?"

"Because I care.." He said simply "And because carrying something like that alone - it's too heavy.. even for someone as strong as you"

Your lips parted, but no words came out, Leo stepped a little bit closer now as he kept his distance respectfully but his eyes held that steady intensity that always made your heart skip

"You think it's something to hide" he said a little bit softer now "But to me? It means you survived something you weren't suppose to and you're still standing strong"

You blinked up at him as your throat tightened

"It's not Gross, that's strength and that's you" This mad your breath to hitch "you don't have to be perfect for me.. you just have to be real and I always choose you, scars and all I don't care"

He then reached up a hand to cup your cheek, the silence between you two stretched but it felt safe.. solid, like he wasn't asking you to open up

Just letting you know that when you were ready, he would be there and listen to o everything

and that?

That was everything for you

RAPHAEL

The lair was somewhat quiet, it was rare and peaceful. You thought you were alone, wrapped up in the stillness after having a quick shower, slipping into your shirt into Raph's room

Your back was to the entrance with the door slight cracked open and for once, you let your guard down

That's when he walked in

Raph had just finished his own training and figured that you'd still be in the kitchen grabbing water or something but the second he stepped into his room, he stopped cold

There it was, the scar along your back

A long, rough line that stretched from your left shoulder to the opposite side of your hip, old and faded but not forgotten. It screamed of something dark, dangerous and painful

And you didn't see him until it was too late, you turned slightly, humming to yourself until you saw him making you freeze on the spot

Your eyes locked on his as panic surged in your chest, thinking that he was going to say something bad about your scar

"Raph!" You gasped, jerking your shirt back down in one quick motion as if that could erase what he just saw just now

"You weren't suppose to - shit - I didn't know if anyone was still here at the lair.."

Your pulse was pounding in your ears, he didn't say anything at first but just stood there, staring, jaw tight and eye unreadable

"It's nothing okay? Just a scar"

"A scar?" he echoed, his voice was low "This ain't just a scar sweetheart"

You couldn't dare to look him in the eyes as you looked down at the floor, your arms were crossed tight over your torso to try and hide "It's old, doesn't matter anymore"

Raph scoffed as he took a steps, his eyes narrowing but not with judgement but with concern "You really think I'm gonna let that slide like it's nothin'? What happened to make you get that"

"I.. I don't wanna talk about it" You said quickly to turn the whole situation down "And I don't need your pity Raph, It's ugly and it happened.. end of story" You snapped

"Ugly" he asks, his voice sounded sharp then stepping now in front of you, close enough to make you back up against the wall

"You think I give a damn about what it looks like?" He asks

You didn't answer as you kept your eyes on the floor

"I've got scars too, ya know" He muttered still looking at you "Plenty.. outside and even some inside, you think that makes me gross?"

Your head snapped up as your eyes are widened "No! Of course not!"

He looked at you with such softness "Then why the hell would you think you think I'd see you like that?" He asked again

You sniffed, Raph's voice dropped, rough but gentle mixed "whatever happened to you.. it left a mark, yeah but you survived it and you're still standin' That don't make you gross - it makes you strong"

He then reached his hand to lift your chin up to look at him once more, there was silence then just as you were about to break it with some joke or half-assed apology, he reached his other hand out and gently took your wrist

Slowly but carefully giving you a chance to pull away if you wanted but you didn

He guided your hand to his own plastron, just over his plastron were some cuts

"We all got pieces of the past that hurt" He said "But you? You don't ever gotta hide yours from me sweets"

That made you lean into him and for once, Raph didn't flinch or play tough, he just held you there

Soild and steady like the world couldn't shake him off of you

And you now believed your scar was worth something

DONATELLO

The lab was warm as it had a glowing blue lights from Donnie's computers and the faint buzz of his electronics

You'd been helping Donnie with some minor tech repairs for his inventions - nothing to crazy right? just passing him some tools, keeping him company while he tinkered away

It was also getting pretty late, you didn't think he'd notice when you peeled off your hoodie which caused your shirt to climb up your back revealing some of your scar

You turned away to fold it and put it on the chair near by, forgetting just how far your shirt just rode up when you moved your hoodie off

You didn't see him stop nor didn't hear the quiet clink of a tool hitting the floor when Donnie looked up and froze

His eyes caught the line of the scar along your back area, a long, pale ling that went down to your hip

That's until he asked you a question "Wha- what's that?" You flinched at the question before slowly turning as you realised it was too late on what he'd already saw of you

"Nothing!" You said, yanking down your shirt quickly "I- I didn't know you were looking"

"Wait- sorry I wasn't like you know staring.. or.. anything, I just looked up and I saw" He confessed

You gave him a small smile that didn't quite reach your eyes "Well now you've seen it, it's gross I know" That caused his expression to shift instantly

Like you'd just spoke in a different language or something

"Gross? No, no wait - that's not.. why would you ever think that?" He asked making you hesitate for a bit

"People don't exactly find that kind of things cute, Don"

Donnie stood up slowly, wiping his hands on a cloth before stepping closer but not too close but close enough to make you feel.. seen

"I know it's not suppose to be cute but it's part of your story isn't it?" He asked making you swallow hard, unsure what to say next

He tucked a finger under his glasses as he adjusted them nervously but then looked back at you

Eyes wide and warm and filled with something that looked like.. admiration..

"I mean.. the fact that you lived enough through something that left a scar like that.. that's not Gross.. that's something strong.. and honestly?" He then paused

Then added a little quieter "I think it makes you even more amazing than I already thought you were" That made you blink up at him

"Even more..?"

He smiled softly "I've always thought you were kind of incredible dove"

Your face flushed with red, just as his did but with a more darker shade of his green skin

Then Donnie got a little bit serious as his voice softened more now "You don't ever have to hide that from me okay? or anything else, I'm not going to judge you or anything like that, I'm not going anywhere"

And somehow in the quiet of his lab, you were surrounded by wires and beeping machine

But you felt safer than you had before

MICHELANGELO

Mikey come back to the room looking for his phone, well more like he thought he left his phone even though he just missed your company and wanted to see you again

He slowed to a stop in the doorway of his room and that's when he spotted you with your back turned to him, lifting up your shirt to wipe some sweat off your face making your back becomes visible to him

And that's when he saw it

A long, jagged scar, fainted in some places of your back, cutting all the way of your back

Trailing down to your right hip and he wondered how long and painful that scar might of been when you got it

It wasn't just a scratch or anything it meant something, pain, a past you never told him about because you were too scared to

His mouth opened to say something but the words were caught, then you turned your head around as your eyes met

Your smiled fell the second you relaized what he might of saw from your back

"Wait! Mikey" You gasped, yanking your shirt down so fast "You.. weren't suppose to see that-"

He stepped forward, slower than usual as a gentleness in his eyes that you weren't used to from anyone before

No teasing, no flirting, just Mikey.. the real Mikey..

"Why didn't tell me?" His voice sounded betrayed but soft, like it hurt to ask

You looked away from him too scared to say anything but spoke up "Because it's ugly. I didn't want you to see me like that and I figured if you knew you'd maybe think I was.. I don't know gross.."

That hit in right in the chest, like a powerful punch

"Whoa whoa whoa! What?" Mikey blinked a couple of times as if he misheard you "Hold up gross? Angelcakes you think that would make me see you as less?" He asked

You shrugged as an answer, not trusting your own voice to speak up for you

Mikey moved closer, careful like you were a piece of fragile art - not because he thought you were weaker but because he respected the hell out of you

He then gently rested a three-fingered hand on your arm "Scars tells stories, angelcakes and to anyone who thinks your scars are ugly.. they never deserved to hear yours in the first place"

You finally looked up at him, reallying looked at him with slight tears forming in your eyes

"You're not Gross, you're badass, you're beautiful and now that I know you've been carrying that alone" He smiled but it was a sad one "You don't have to hold it anymore okay?"

Your heart ached in the best way possible, Mikey just got it

"Okay" You whispered as your two pressed heads together

It was just Mikey standing in front of you as he offered you the kind of comfort only someone who really saw you could give

He looked at more differently now but in the best way and..

That didn't scare you..

-A<3

[cambion-companion]

INTELLIGENCE 8 Tav being like "I CAST HOLD MONSTER!" And running to tackle Raphael, locking their legs and arms around him and sending them both crashing to the ground.

hold monster sure was a wild spell huh….

[aventurineswife]

(っ╹ᆺ╹)っ plz, in case no one has asked yet, the other obey me characters with a thembo? If you can't do all of them... At least Thirteen and Diavolo, thank you 💖✨💖✨💖✨

Obey Me! Side Characters With A Thembo!Mc

Tags: Side Characters x Reader (Diavolo x Reader, Barbatos x Reader, Solomon x Reader, Simeon x Reader, Luke x Reader(Platonic) Raphael x Reader, Thirteen x Reader, Mephistopheles x Reader), Fluff, Humor, Thembo!MC/Reader, Lighthearted, Can be read Romantically (for others except Luke) or Platonically, Misunderstandings.

[Obey Me! Brothers ver]

Diavolo loved your carefree nature. There was something refreshing about your innocence, like a ray of sunlight breaking through clouds. He’d be meeting with you in his office, and you’d be lounging on his couch, legs kicked up like it was your personal throne. He couldn’t help but smile every time you misinterpreted something he said with that look of unintentional innocence.

"Diavolo, how do I lift this heavy thing?" you asked, holding up a stack of papers that were almost taller than you. "It looks... heavy. I might need your muscles for this one."

Without missing a beat, Diavolo walked over to help, but there was a twinkle in his eyes. "You don't need to worry about lifting anything, MC. You are the strongest person I know," he said, lifting the papers easily with one hand.

"Are you sure? I mean, I guess I could try..." You puffed your chest out, only to trip over your own feet, falling into his arms.

"Here, let me help," he chuckled, carefully setting you down. "Just be careful next time."

Barbatos was as composed as always, but you brought out a bit of playful teasing in him that no one else could. His careful precision and your lovable lack of understanding always made for an amusing dynamic.

"Barbatos, I found the weirdest thing in the kitchen! It was like... a small round food, and I thought it was an apple, but it wasn’t?" you asked, holding up a strange, translucent item. "Do you know what it is?"

Barbatos chuckled softly, peering over his shoulder at you. "Ah, that would be a lychee fruit, MC. Not an apple. It's quite different in taste, but I imagine you'd enjoy it."

You blinked. "Huh... I thought it was one of those fancy apples from the human realm. Well, I’ll eat it anyway!" You bit into it with enthusiasm, your face lighting up at the sweet taste.

"You're always so full of surprises, MC," Barbatos said, his smile carrying a hint of affection. "Do take care not to confuse them next time."

Solomon often found himself both amused and exasperated by your antics. But when it came down to it, he had a soft spot for your honest nature. Even if you lacked the finesse for magic, you were always willing to try your best, even if you sometimes miscast a spell.

"Okay, MC, let’s try this simple spell again." Solomon instructed, as you stood with a determined expression, wand in hand.

"Right, right, I can do this!" you said confidently, despite the previous attempts having failed miserably.

You raised your wand, focused, and shouted, "Leviosa!"

Instead of lifting the object, the entire room seemed to shake, with the object glowing bright purple and floating in every direction. Solomon barely managed to catch it mid-air.

"MC..." Solomon sighed, his face both impressed and slightly concerned. "You do know that was a very complex variation of the spell, right?"

You blinked up at him, still smiling, completely unaware of the chaos you’d caused. "Oops... maybe a little too much?"

Solomon rubbed his forehead, chuckling under his breath. "You're impossible, but that's what makes you so fun to teach."

Simeon always tried to keep a calm, serene demeanor, but whenever he caught sight of your goofiness, he couldn't help but laugh. Your personality was pure sunshine, even if you were clueless to the social nuances around you. One time, you had tried to bake a cake for the others.

"You know, Simeon, I think I got the recipe right this time!" you said, holding up a cake that looked... interesting, to say the least.

Simeon peered at the lopsided cake with an expression of both surprise and concern. "Are you sure, MC?"

You grinned confidently. "Definitely! I followed the instructions! No way it could be wrong!"

Simeon bit his lip to suppress a laugh as he cut a slice. "Well, I admire your confidence... though I believe you might've misinterpreted the sugar for salt."

You blinked at the slice, eyes wide. "Oops. I mean... who knew salt could give cakes that... unique flavor?"

Luke adored you. Your simplicity and strength made him feel safe, like you were the protector in the duo, even though you often needed protecting from yourself. It wasn’t unusual for Luke to ask you for help with things, though you had a tendency to get distracted easily.

"MC, can you help me carry this basket of ingredients?" Luke asked, looking up at you with his wide, trusting eyes.

You grinned, eager to help. "Of course, Luke! This is totally my thing!"

As you grabbed the basket, you started to walk toward the kitchen, but... well, your attention drifted. A butterfly fluttered by, and you were off chasing it without a second thought, leaving Luke standing with the basket in hand, watching in mild confusion.

"MC?!" he called out. "You promised to help!"

You returned a few minutes later, out of breath, with the butterfly in your hand. "Look, Luke! I caught it!"

Luke chuckled, shaking his head, but still grinning. "You never stop, do you?"

Raphael’s patience was endless, and he appreciated how your straightforward nature complemented his own more reserved disposition. Though he would occasionally shake his head at your antics, he admired how you could be completely yourself.

"MC, do you need help with that weight?" Raphael asked one day as you were trying to bench press a surprisingly heavy set.

"Nope! I got it!" You responded, pushing with all your might. The barbell was barely moving. "This is easy! I just need to try a little harder."

Raphael stood nearby, arms crossed, watching. He couldn’t help but be impressed by your sheer determination, though he was definitely concerned about your technique.

“MC, might I suggest a different approach?” Raphael said calmly, walking over to assist you. “A little more control and less effort can sometimes be more effective.”

You let out a big sigh. “Guess I’m not as strong as I thought...”

Raphael chuckled, gently correcting your form. "You're strong, MC. But strength isn’t just about force; it's about balance."

Thirteen was always amazed by how you could be both the most brilliant and the most oblivious person in the room. You once tried to invent a device for cooking breakfast in bed but somehow accidentally turned it into a small nuclear reactor.

"MC, what in the world is that?" she asked, eyes wide with both curiosity and fear.

"Oh, this? Just a little something to help me make eggs and toast faster!" you explained, waving it off nonchalantly.

Thirteen sighed. "You know, MC, that is far more advanced than what anyone needs in a kitchen... You should probably step away before it explodes."

You glanced at her and smiled sheepishly. "Oops? Maybe I can cook with a regular stove next time."

Thirteen just grinned and patted your back. "It's so fun seeing you experiment, though."

Mephistopheles was one of the few who could tease you without worrying about getting overly frustrated, though you did manage to surprise him with your bizarre takes on life.

"You've been staring at that puzzle for hours, MC. Are you sure you're doing it right?" Mephistopheles asked, noticing you trying to put a jigsaw puzzle together upside down.

"Huh? Oh, I thought the picture on the back looked cooler." you said, tapping your chin thoughtfully.

Mephistopheles stifled a laugh. "Well, you're certainly... a unique one, MC. But if you flip it over, you might find it easier."

You smiled brightly. "Oh, yeah! I forgot about that." You flipped the puzzle over and immediately got to work, not realizing that your answer was the most logically simple one.

[nikjima]

Both House of Hope Couture and Dress that Devil have been updated! Both mods now add all photo mode poses to the Ascended Fiend form, and now share the same animations so load order no longer matters for that.

In Dress that Devil I Restored the Ascended Fiend form's flames, so he is once again suitable for toasting marshmallows upon. I also added Cambion armor visuals for BT2, 'Belted pants' for BT1/2 and BT4 cambion tieflings, and Fixed Raphael/Haarlep's cambion hair. House of Hope Couture now includes the Cambion's Companion necklace, which allows the wearer to summon the incubus Haarlep. Both mods are updated on Mod.io and Nexus for PC, though the console version of HoH Couture is not yet updated as Larian need to re-test and approve it.