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enchantdlunatic · 1 month

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⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆♱⋆ཋྀ ˚₊‧⁺ your sweet 666 ⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆♱⋆ཋྀ ˚₊‧⁺

sfw(ish) | soft raphael | fluff | enemies to lovers

raphael x gn tav!

notes: this is just me yapping while I try to figure out my thoughts on this idea, currently deciding whether to flesh this out into a full nsfw fic or not, we’ll see <3

☽༺𖤐༻☾ ☽༺𖤐༻☾ ☽༺𖤐༻☾ ☽༺𖤐༻☾ ☽༺𖤐༻☾

♱ Scanning the infernal contract laid out before him, Raphael couldn’t help but smirk as he read over the soul binding terms and conditions he meticulously constructed to ensure this new client of his couldn’t squirm their way out of it. Satisfied with his work, he turned his attention to Tav, their body draped across the chaise in a peaceful slumber. As he looked at them longingly, he began reminiscing on a time where his partner was one of the pawns in his game. A desperate vagabond adventurer with a most unwelcome visitor in their brain, Raphael knew he had struck gold. ‘Impetuous fools’ he had called them in conversation with Korilla, but when he first met the party of soon to be mindflayers, he was enraptured by their leader.

Tav hated Raphael’s pompous and snide disposition, hated his stupid rhymes and pretty little words of nothing, hated how much he loved himself. Their alliance was purely built on mutual need, a means to an end. And yet when Raphael proposed a deal to obtain the crown of Karsus in exchange for his infernal weaponry, Tav couldn’t bring themselves to say no. They saw reflected in his eyes the same longing they felt, longing for something, someone. And as Tav signed the contract, they shared a look of understanding.

His stubborn pride would never let him admit that when Tav threatened to tear that contract of theirs in two during a heated argument, the thought of not obtaining the crown of Karsus didn’t even enter his mind. His only concern was losing whatever connection he had with them. Raphael was never one to grow fond of his clients, he always thought they were beneath him. Sure, he knew how to play into their desires, exploit their weaknesses, make them play along with his games until they begged on their knees for his mercy when they failed to deliver. But none of his clients made him feel the way Tav did. He came to admire their stubborn bravery and fierce attitude, even with that death sentence of a tadpole squirming around in their skull. None of his other clients would ever have the guts to challenge a devil. But Tav did. And it sparked something deep within him.

Raphael always believed he was dealing the upper hand, until every time he spent a night writhing under Haarlep all he could think about was them. How their touch would feel, the ecstasy they would share. He would always end the night calling their name out in a deep, breathy moan, a flush of red spreading to his cheeks in shame. He chastised himself for days afterwards. How could he be so foolish as to let a mere mortal infiltrate his mind and his heart? The devil himself, sin incarnate, was feeling giddy over some rogue adventurer.

When Tav delivered the Crown into his hands after Raphael had amended their contract a little too much for his liking, he should have been elated. Raphael got what he wanted, Tav got what they wanted, the deal had been fulfilled. But instead he still felt just as hollow as he had before they met. With no contract looming over their head, Tav could just walk away and the two would never cross paths ever again. Whilst they would never admit it, Tav only began offering their services to Raphael purely because they couldn’t bear not to see him, be near him, and their alliance over time grew into something more deep, more personal, more passionate.

Their relationship had begun as tumultuous. In all his centuries of living Raphael had never known how to love or be loved, and Tav struggled to let him get close to their heart. But over time they grew to be a formidable couple. The power plays, the fight for domination, the never ending game of cat and mouse, Raphael felt that he had finally found his equal. One that could match him, challenge him.

His nights of unfeeling and rough sex with Haarlep were replaced with long evenings of tender passion and warmth with Tav. Raphael couldn’t even remember the last time someone held him. And he cherished it. He showered Tav in love and affection, giving into every request, for he wanted, needed them to know that he was theirs, afraid that if he didn’t display his affection enough, Tav would leave, and he would once again be alone. But he pushed that fear aside, reminding himself he was loved, Tav was safe, and they were happy.

As he continued to gaze upon his little mouse, his chest swelled with pride and admiration. In the Hells, he had found his little piece of heaven. ♱

To be continued…

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#this is awful i’m rusty lmao #i’m trying to write things other than pure smut and it is HARD #bg3 #baldurs gate 3 #raphael bg3 #bg3 raphael #raphael the cambion #bg3 tav

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unreadpoppy · 7 months

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song as old as rhyme - chapter 10

{Beauty and the Beast AU - Raphael x OC (Elize)}

chapter 9

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Taglist: @littlemoondarling @desenhosdebolso @shyminnie07

A/N: I'm back babeeeeey. Also, this might be a bit OOC but idc about that anymore (edit: divider by @inklore)

Raphael was slipping in and out of consciousness. From time to time, he’d listen to hushed voices and a warm hand would touch his forehead, then he’d feel salves being placed in his chest. Sometimes he’d hear a feminine voice humming a song,but when he finally woke up, he was met with Haarlep’s face.

He only had a vague memory of what had happened. He remembered the dinner. He was in the middle of an important negotiation when the girl had burst through the door, accusing the elf of poisoning.

After that, Raphael only had flashes of what happened. He could remember the feeling of his throat closing. Someone had held his head and made him drink the worst thing he ever drank. He remembered Haarlep taking him to his room. According to the incubus, he had been asleep for three days, and afterwards, they gave him a brief explanation of what had happened.

But Raphael did not have the full picture and so, he started questioning everyone.

Now, he had summoned Korilla to give her testimony.

“She asked me if I had served the wine, sir.” She replied. “She took a sniff of it and then ran away. When the others and I arrived, you were on the floor and she was retrieving some coal from the fireplace.”

Raphael put a hand on his face, analyzing her words. “And you just let her shove some coal down my throat?”

“What was I to do, master? She was the only one who knew what to do.” Korilla explained.

“And what if the coal had made things worse, huh? What if they were acting together, conspiring to bring me down?” He said in an accusatory tone.

Korilla raised an eyebrow. This was ridiculous.

“Master, I’ve been scrying on this girl for a long time. She would not have done such a thing.” The dwarf rationalized.

Every time Raphael suffered an attempt on his life, he would become suspicious of everyone, believing even those closest to him were ready to stab him in the back. This behavior had only gotten worse after what Tav and their party did to him, a few years back. “Besides, if anything, you should question her, and not the rest of us.” And with that, Korilla left, leaving the devil to his thoughts.

The next person he spoke to was Mol. She didn’t add much to the conversation except for one part.

The tiefling had been talking about what happened after Raphael coughed up the coal. “She would bark orders at us and barely let anyone near you.” Mol complained. “The only reason I obeyed was because she made sure you would be safe.”

Raphael raised an eyebrow. “What do you mean she wouldn’t let anyone near me?”

“Didn’t you see? She was the one who took care of you the whole time.”

“What?”

“Yeah, she told us to bring some plants and herbs, said they had healing properties. Maybe that’s why you healed up so fast.”

Raphael quickly told Mol to go back to her things, allowing him some privacy to think.

Truly, he was confused. How would this girl know all of these and why would she do all this work to make sure he lived? It did not make sense. Raphael sighed. He would have to ask her directly.

……..

A week had passed since the incident had happened and Elize had continued with her duties as normal. She had been able to get her glasses fixed thanks to Korilla and lately, she had started to play Lanceboard with Mol, with the tiefling girl winning almost every time.

In truth, she found it weird that things seemed to have moved on without a question to what had happened. ‘Maybe this type of thing is normal around here’ she thought.

It was during one of these occasions that Korilla approached them, turning to Elize and simply saying “The master wants to see you.”

Elize sighed. “I guess this is the end of our game for now.” She said. “Will we continue later, Mol?”

“Of course, so I can beat you again!” The girl replied and Elize chuckled at that. She got up and headed towards Raphael’s room.

She knocked on the door and waited until the master called her in. When she entered, he was sitting on a chair, face unreadable.

“Master.” Elize said, bowing her head. She stood a few feet away from him.

“I have spoken with every other member of this house, to understand the events that have occurred.” Raphael paused for a moment. “What I have yet to understand is why.”

Elize brows furrowed. “I don’t understand what you are saying.”

He got up from his chair and began explaining. “Tell me, Elize, how does a poor girl from the middle of nowhere know how to identify a poison and properly treat it?” Raphael asked. “How would she know that, hum? Because to me, it appears as if you knew beforehand what would happen.”

“Excuse me?”

“Why wouldn’t you conspire against me? You had been given the opportunity to get rid of me and return to your mundane life and you took it.” Raphael, at this point, seemed to be talking more to himself than to the girl before him. “If I were in a similar situation, I would have done the same. What I don’t understand is why would you try to save me.”

“Sir, if I could please-”

He ignored her, slowly walking towards her. “If you were trying to kill me, why would you change your head afterwards? Was it to gain my trust, to get rid of your fellow conspirator and when the time came, betray me?!” Raphael shouted in her face.

Before he could continue this madness, Elize spoke up. “I knew the poison because my mother taught me!”

“What?” That seemed to get him out of whatever theory he had created.

Elize breathed deeply. “My mother, before she had me, was a druid. She was well versed in the treatment of poisons, especially those that came from deadly plants.” She began explaining. “When I was young, she taught me about them, how to identify and treat them.” Elize started to walk away from him. “Devil’s bane is a deadly plant, and it works particularly well against those of fiendish nature. Even tieflings could be seriously hurt by its consumption.”

She analyzed his face, his brows furrowed. Elize continued. “This plant is also unnoticeable to its very victims. My mother once told me a story of how an ancient wizard had put a spell on these plants, making sure that no devil or demon would be able to notice what it was until it was too late.”

“Is that why the wine seemed to have no taste or smell?” Raphael asked. He remembered mentioning that detail to his guest, who had brushed it off as being a quality of the drink. Now he knew his true intentions. He knew of this poison but he was unaware of that property.

Elize nodded. “Devil’s bane has a very particular smell. Because of my mother’s teachings, I was able to get there in time.”

Raphael nodded in understanding. Elize sighed relieved. “Still, however, that does not explain why you helped me.” He said.

“Why wouldn’t I save you?”

“Because, as I said before, if I died, you would be free. Wouldn’t it be much simpler to let me perish?”

Elize shrugged. “Perhaps, or perhaps not. You may technically be the reason why I’m in this predicament but I chose to be here, to make sure my father was safe. From how I see it, this deal of ours is the only reason he still has his life and I’d rather not put that in jeopardy.”

“But-” Before he could continue, Elize interrupted him.

“Look, sir, I do not know what else I can tell you. Sometimes we do things because it’s the right thing to do, regardless of the other person.” She said in a tired tone “I did not care that you’re the devil who separated me from the only family I have, all I cared was that you were in danger. Try to villainize my actions all you want, I am telling you right now that there were no interior reasons. I did what I had to do and I would do it again.” She paused. “Now, please, may I go back to my duties?”

He didn’t reply verbally, only waving his hand, signaling she could leave.

Moments after Elize left the room, Haarlep walked in.

“Mortals intrigue me sometimes.” Raphael said, barely acknowledging the incubus. “One moment, they are at each other's throats, killing for things as small as a loaf of bread. In the other, they would be willing to save a devil like myself.”

“Is this about the girl?” Haarlep asked.

He nodded. “I can understand why Korilla, Mol or even you would do that. You all are loyal and bound to me in some ways, but she…” He didn’t finish the sentence.

“Did she explain herself?”

“Indeed, and I find it hard to believe that it was all altruism.” Raphael once again sat on his chair, putting his hand over his mouth in thought. He didn’t even question why she would also do the work to bring him back to health, so that would have to come up later. Could someone really save him just because he was in danger? Could there truly be no other reason?

Both Korilla and Mol had contracts with him. If they saved him, it would be to keep their benefits, he doubted it would have been because of affection. Haarlep was bound to him, and they would have nowhere else to go should Raphael die. Elize, however, would benefit greatly from his death.

And yet…

“Regardless of her intentions, you should reward her.” The incubus spoke. “Show how great of a master you are.”

“Hum…and what do you suggest?”

“Well, she has been sleeping on the floor this whole time. Maybe…you could give her a room to sleep in.” Haarlep said, hoping to help his friend.

Raphael, in all honesty, was not aware of this fact. He had been away from the House of Hope for most days and with how much Elize would avoid him, he hadn’t noticed her sleeping anywhere.

“I will see that it’s done.” Raphael finally spoke. “Now, get on the bed.” He said to Haarlep.

#raphael x oc #raphael x elize #not tav oc #raphael baldur's gate 3 #raphael bg3 #raphael the cambion #beauty and the beast AU #my writing #haarlep bg3 #haarlep #mol bg3 #korilla bg3

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foxytoxx · 5 months

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Caught between the Devil and the hag's lair (Astarion x Fem!Durge fanfic)

Words: 4k

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Summary: During a rescue mission, Morella is caught off guard by her vow to Haarleep.

TW: Canon-typical violence, ACT 3 HAG QUEST SPOILERS!!!, Dubious Consent, Fingering, Someone's about to have a really bad day...

A/N: Thank you all so much for the kudos, loves and reblogs both here and on AO3! Hope you enjoy this story!

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It was early morning, and the Lower City was slowly waking. There was a faint buzz in the air. Vendors were opening shops and the smell of freshly baked goods was mixing in with the salty sea mist. Morella stifled a yawn not wanting to give away any sign of perceived regret. She had been the one alongside Karlach who had demanded they start the day’s search at the break of dawn. Shadowheart and Astarion had not been as enthusiastic about it, but quickly came to terms with their leader’s steadfast attitude.

As the sun fully rose from water the group could see the forepeak of The Blushing Mermaid. They had been following a trail from the previous day looking for a missing girl, Vanra. Her mother, Lora, had made quite the scene at the Flaming Fist barracks. It was enough to attract the attention of their merry band of misfits during one of Astarion’s many successful prison breaks.

Morella had picked up a habit of helping strays along the way since the Nautiloid crash. At first it had annoyed Astarion to no end. But after the revelation of her heritage he had realised it might be her way of compensating for the bloody carnage she no doubt caused in her father’s name while she was still under his spell. He couldn't help but secretly admire her for it.

Karlach was the first to break the group’s silence.

“You can’t help but question Lora’s parental wisdom for bringing the girl to this tavern of all places.”

“You never know what wretched creatures skulk around these parts…” Astarion’s answer sounded acrid. Almost as if it left a bad taste in his mouth.

Morella glanced over at him. He had a sadness in his eyes, but was quick to bring his usual mask into place. After his unexpected reunion with Sebastian he had seemed off whenever the group entered old hunting grounds. She recognized it for what it was, guilt. They had all come to realise how little say he had in it all, but it stung nonetheless.

“Come on, we’ve got a job to do.” Morella walked towards the establishment with the others following closely after. As they were about to enter the building Morella was stopped dead in her tracks.

“You alright, soldier?” Karlach rested a warm hand on her shoulder.

“Huh? Oh yes, yes. I’m fine. How about you and Shadowheart go on in and we’ll be right with you.” Morella was fighting with every fibre of her body to keep her voice straight. Shadowheart threw a quick glance between her and Astarion, who looked just as confused as the two others.

“Don’t you two love birds make a scene, please.” Shadowheart groaned, as she hooked her arm with Karlach and pulled her into the tavern.

Morella could practically feel Astarion’s inquisitive crimson eyes scan her for answers. But it was not the only thing she could feel trailing over her body. Hands, fingers and claws danced over her being. Yet no one was touching her. A warm breath caressed her neck and ears. She couldn’t help but shudder. A growing blush flushed her face and ears. Morella set her jaw and quickly sat down on the closest bench. She tried to bite back a sigh of pleasure as invisible hands cupped her breasts under her armour. Haarlep’s words sang through her head with no remorse.

Everytime I make love in your shape, you will know. You will know…

She opened her eyes only to be met by Astarion kneeling in front of her with a concerned look on his face. “I heard that moan. It’s the incubus isn’t it? Enjoying your body. Just as I get free from bondage, you fall into it.” He let out a deep sigh. “It’d be funny if it was anyone but you, my love. I know what it’s like to lose control over your own body. It’s a… wretched thing.” He hovered a reassuring hand over her thigh and she lifted slightly to meet it.

“It’s not so bad. I can put up with it.” She whispered as she collected herself.

“That’s not the point. You shouldn’t have to put up with it.” he spat out the last words like acid before taking a deep breath. The ghost touches seemed to subside and she let out a relieved sigh, which seemed to put him at ease as well.

“I know what’s done is done, you made your vow, but I’m sorry all the same.” His hand moved from her thigh and up to cup her cheek. She used his cold touch to completely ground herself back in the now.

“You ready? Or would you sit this one out, my sweet?” Morella shot up in shock. She had probably knocked him over had it not been for his uncanny dodge.

“I’m sure Karlach has enough fire in her for the four of us, and Shadowheart-”

“No.” Morella cut him off sharply. “I’m coming with, and there is nothing you can say or do to stop me.” Her golden, blue eyes seemed to spark with an unlit fire he loved so much.

He let out a sigh before rising to his feet.

“I realised there is no stopping you long ago, my dear. Let’s just hope this stubbornness of yours won’t get you killed…” A sly smirk danced on his lips, and she couldn’t help but lean in and kiss him briefly. With a mirth she turned on her heels entering the tavern.

“If I get close to death, I know I’ll always have you and your daggers close by my back.”

A low growl of indignation rose from his throat. All he could do was puff up his chest under the spidersilk armour.

“Honestly, the youth these days…”

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Initially there hadn’t been anything out of the ordinary inside the dimly lit establishment. The local grumpy drunks had already gathered at their self proclaimed seats of ownership. Whether they had just arrived or never left was a question Morella figured best unanswered directly. However their smell stated the obvious.

Astarion was leaned over a middle aged man who had planted his face on the floor by the staircase in a drunken stupor. Morella stood by eyeing the other patrons while his nimble hands searched the sleeping man for valuables.

“Oh, my…” Astarion pulled a sickle out from under the man’s tethered jacket. Their eyes locked for a quick moment before she stooped down to his level, eyes locked on the weapon in his hand. It was an old blade, chipped in some places, and the handle was of simple wood.

“Is it just me, or is there something familiar about this?” She looked over to him again as his eyes scanned the blade. Astarion quickly stowed the weapon with another glance at the drunken crowd.

“It’s not just you my dear. We’ve run into this crowd before. Or parts of it at least.”. He rose to his feet and stretched out a hand to her. She took it, and rose with grace.

“The swamps.” The word was no more than whisper when it escaped her lips.

“I have a sneaking suspicion it wasn’t a mere coincidence we ran into a group of hag-survivors… We should have a word with the captain of this forsaken ship.” His eyes trailed over her shoulder into the room behind her where Karlach and Shadowheart were already questioning the hungover owner of the establishment, Captain Grisly.

“Ugh, enough with these questions already. I’ve got enough of a bleedn’ headache as it is. I’ve already told you the truth.” The woman swayed where she stood as she took a generous swig at a bottle in her hand.

“A child can’t just up and dissipate into thin air. Someone must have seen something.” Shadowheart was getting frustrated with the lack of answers from everyone in the building and it was starting to become obvious.

Morella and Astarion took their places by their companions’ side. Karlach had folded her hands tightly, and Morella could see the building frustration in her too.

Captain Grisly eyed the quad of ragtag characters, before letting out a deep sigh.

“Look, I didn’t want to have to say this. But Lora is a liar, sort of. You see the child she is missing, never existed. It was something she had dreamed up in her usual drunken state. Poor woman really…” Grisly hung her head for a quick moment.

Astarion pulled the sickle out and held it up to Captain Grisly. And it was as if the air itself became putrid and even electrified in a split second.

“Game’s up, hag.” The words were nothing but a snare from his lips.

“Oh, bullocks.” The bottle she had held in her hand clattered to the floor. The sound was almost deafening in the sudden pressing silence. The captain’s body contorted into a dark, green, rotten cloud.

Morella turned to notice the unsuspecting patrons had gotten up and were contorting into smoke themselves.

“Boys! Deal with these sacks of shite!” A chilling, blood curdling laugh erupted out of the smoke that had been Grisly. The air was quickly cut by Karlach’s greataxe as she tried to cleave at the hag to no avail. The hag-smoke shot down a flight of stairs into the basement, leaving the group at the mercy of the redcaps stepping out of the skin of the patrons.

The group drew their weapons and readied themselves for the stalking, grunting fey.

“Hells! The hag! How did you figure that out!?” Shadowheart blurted out in a surprised breath.

“Really, now!? You want to discuss this now!” The words came out of Astarion as a growl as he seemed to vaporise into the dark shadows in the back of the room.

Morella, ever the tactician, assessed the situation and came up with a quick plan of action.

“Shadowheart pull back with me! Karlach, I need you up by the archway, but not too close!” She threw a quick glance over her shoulder to where Astarion had been, but she was unable to locate him. He knew her game plan after countless battles and didn’t need orders to find his place in the shadows.

With a crack of magic Morella conjured a cloud of daggers swirling in the archway into their room. Though the redcaps were small, they were stubborn in their resolve to cut the group down. They trickled in through the daggers, only to be met by damning strikes of Karlach’s greataxe, shadow veiled arrows from Astarion and spells from Shadowheart and Morella.

Slowly the bodies would pile up by their feet. But in the chaos of combat a redcap broke through their defences and kicked Morella into the wall behind her. The force knocked the air right out of her and she lost her concentration of her cloud of daggers. Shadowheart made quick work of the little bugger with her mace. The distraction was enough for the last redcap to sneak up behind Karlach without the spellcasters noticing. She screamed out in pain as the little monster buried its sickle in the tiefling’s leg. She lost balance and was about to crash to the floor. The redcap was about to lift its leg to give Karlack a juicy kick, but was abruptly interrupted by a sussur dagger making itself at home in its skull. The fey froze up, shuddered and collapsed to the ground. And with that they had conquered yet another battleground.

Shadowheart and Morella rushed over to help Karlach.

“I’m sorry, Karlach. This isn’t going to be comfortable…” Shadowheart gripped the sickle and quickly pulled it out. The tiefling woman let out a pained grunt, followed by a sigh of relief when the half-elf called upon her healing magic. Astarion pulled his dagger out of the dead redcap’s skull and wiped it clean.

It didn’t take long for Karlach to shade the blow off and get back on her feet, carefully testing her weight on the freshly healed leg.

“Right, Astarion, is now a good time?” Shadowheart locked her eyes on him as she rose.

He scuffed under her gaze.

“I believe our dear, old Auntie is back again. We need to move quickly.”

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The basement was as they had expected. Dark and damp. Shadowheart had pointed out a wall that had almost a weird shimmer about it. Stepping through the hidden pathway brought them into a large room that could not have been anything but the hag’s lair. It looked like someone had built the basement on top of a swampland. Their senses were very soon assaulted by the stench of rot and decay, causing the elves and half-elf all to take a step back. Karlach couldn’t help but snicker at their visceral reaction.

Morella felt a barely noticeable tingle trailing down her spine, but pushed it out of her mind.

Astarion suddenly threw himself into a crouch, signalling the others to follow his example. That’s when they heard what he had picked up on. Voices. The vampire walked up ahead of the others to scout out the situation. Carefully Morella led the two others up close to him. There were four masked figures in the room with them, but they seemed oblivious to their company.

“Blasted, hag…” Morella spat out from gritted teeth.

Astarion assessed the room, noticing a closed door behind them. “We might not have to worry about these poor wretches. They are probably under the hag’s spell like the people we found under Ethel’s house.” He rested a hand on her shoulder and gave her a quick squeeze. They quietly turned to the door, where Astarion would make quick work of the lock and they pushed through.

“There you are, petal.” The vile, hunched figure of the hag was enough to make their skin crawl. Her putrid green skin was stretched thin over a big bulge in her stomach, which seemed to move every now and then.

“Let the child go, Ethel! What is it you even want with her?” Morella’s voice was steady, yet dripping with unspoken threats.

“Careful petal, you don’t want to be acting the maggot with me now. But I think I will keep ‘er right where she is.” The hag snickered, and bore her icy cold eyes into Morella.

“Soon enough I will have a little young hag to bring up.” Her snicker grew to a hair-raising laugh. “But, breaking you will be great craic.”

Morella stepped forward, but was swiftly stopped in her tracks by a warm, strong tug at her shoulder.

“Careful, Soldier. You kill the hag, you kill the kid.” Morella glanced over her shoulder to Karlach, and gritted her teeth. She turned back to the revolting fey they were faced with yet again.

The room didn’t allow for the group to reuse the same battle plan that had slaughtered the redcaps. They needed something else entirely. “Karlach and Shadowheart, I need you two up with her. Astarion, you will stay back with me.” They confirmed her orders with subtle nods. Karlach jumped up next to the hag and delivered a bone breaking punch to the fey. Shadowheart was swiftly moving up to the two of them, radiating spirit guardians already swirling around her.

Astarion and Morella placed themselves close to the centre of the room, up a small flight of stairs. His longbow was drawn taut at the ready for what to come, while she called upon the weave in her blood.

As they expected the had seemed to multiply shooting off into four new copies of herself. Astarion had suspected this would happen, and pinched an arrow of many targets on his bowstring. He elegantly spun around and shot the arrow into one of the hags that had appeared behind them. The arrow bounced between the hag and shot into another hag before repeating the motion onto a third. The two first hags dissipated into thin air.

After shaking off the blow the hag cackled and lashed her clawed hand at Shadowheart. The silver haired half-elf barely had time to react. She fell to her knees with a gasp. Morella tried to rush to her, but her feet wouldn’t obey. Another chilling tingle travelled down her spine and she was completely frozen in place. Then it started again. The hands, ghosting over her flesh, caressing, stroking, grabbing, pulling… Morella closed her eyes and tried to violently shake off the feeling.

No, not now!

She looked up, Shadowheart had gotten up again. She seemed fairly unscathed other than a gushing gash in her left forearm. She roared as she lifted the brightly lit Blood of Lathandriel over her head to give the hag a taste of her own medicine.

The hands traced along her abdomen, moving slowly down to between her legs. Morella bit down into her lip, hard. Small pearls of blood started to roll over her full lips.

No. No! NO!

This was the very moment the last hag clone chose to pounce onto her, driving her long claws into Morella’s back. A sharp burning pain in her chest caused her to topple over. Morella tried to force a deep breath, but was unable to. The pain only grew stronger.

“IGNIS!”

The clone dissipated in a heatwave, leaving Morella flopping onto the floor in a slowly growing puddle of blood. Strong, physical hands were on her in mere seconds. Astarion tried to lock away the fury and anxiety in a deep dark corner of his mind while he assessed her situation. She tried to say something to him, but it was drowned out by a bloody cough.

The ghost hand had at this point found her clit and was rubbing it rhythmically. This threw her back into an involuntary arch, which was met with another bout of bloody coughs. Her pale complexion was turning even paler. Her organic eye was getting draped in a distant stare.

“No, you are not dying on me! Not today, and not like this!” Astarion growled. The deep rooted panic was reaching a boiling point, but he kept calm. A quick glance at Shadowheart made it clear her hands were too full to help. He quickly rummaged through Morella’s pack to fish out a healing potion. Then he saw it. The Hag’s Bane.

He grabbed both vials with haste.

Morella was shaking in his arms, caught in deep between the bloodloss and the devil's burning clutches. He removed the stopper from the potion and carefully poured the red herbal concoction down her throat. Tossing the empty vial aside, he carefully rubbed her throat to guide the potion down. Then he looked back up to the raging tiefling and the resilient half-elf. They had the hag panting for breath as they beat her down.

“Shadowheart!” She looked over to them in shock. She had been too busy to even notice Morella going down. But she was quickly snapped out of her shock when Astarion tossed her the Hag's Bane. She grabbed the vial and lobbed it at the hag. The glass shattered, shards burrowing deep into the hag's skin. The alchemical blend sizzled like acid, vaporising at the contact with the fey.

“NO! You owe me a young hag you-” Ethel clutched her hand to her stomach, fighting back a gag. “No, Vanra! Stay down… Gugh!” The hag fell to her knees and started retching. Her jaws unhinged as a child around the age of six was forced past her foul lips. The child dropped to the stone floor in a pool of slime and bile, but she seemed to be otherwise fine.

Shadowheart swooped up the child as Karlach brought her greataxe down to the hag’s writhing body with merciless force. The foe had been slayed, yet again. And hopefully for the last time.

Morella was no longer bleeding out, her wounds closed up for the most part, but her breath was still shallow. Her body was still trembling and her cheeks were flushed deeper than previous. Astarion wiped sweat off her brow, trailing his hand down her neck to try calm her.

“I've got you, my sweet. You'll get through this.”

He felt a warmth tingle his right side.

“Is she ok?” Karlach's voice was drenched with concerned. Shadowheart, still holding Vanra, joined them. She hovered her hand over Morella, blue sparkes of healing magic enveloped her body.

“Her lung has been punctured, but other than that she should be fine… I'm all out of magic I'm afraid…”

His lips curled into a snare. He turned to the other women, eyes burning with fury.

“This is the work of the incubus, Haarlep…” He spat out the devil's name as if it was bile. Both Karlach and Shadowheart had been there when Morella had struck the deal with him.

“You tell any of the others-”

“Easy there, mate. That wouldn't be ours to tell.” Karlach rested a reassuring hand on his shoulder.

A soft whimper of a moan escaped Morella’s lips.

“Has she still got that potion of angelic sleep, Astarion?” He rummaged through the chaos that was Morella’s pack again before pulling out the elegant, golden bottle.

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Morella came to in her bed at the Elfsong. Her body ached. She tried to get up, but cold, firm hands were quick to take a hold of her shoulders.

“Easy there, darling. Don't strain yourself.” Her vision slowly dehazed and she was met with a pair of concerned, crimson eyes.

“How did I get here…”

“I had our dear druid friend help carry you. For all Halsin is worth, he makes an excellent extra set of arms in moments of need.” Astarion gave her shoulders a reassuring squeeze. He smirked as her cheeks flushed. The three of them had had an eventful night a few weeks back, which had left them all hungry for more.

“How are you feeling?” He handed her a cup of water.

“Like I've been the entertainment at an ogre child's birthday party.” He couldn't help but chuckle at the mental image. She took a sip, but nearly choked on the water as her memory caught up with her.

“The kid! Vanra, is she-”

“She is fine. Physically at least.” He smiled at her as he leaned her back against the headboard.

“I can't imagine being swallowed and reached up by a hag isn't going to be something she'll forget sometime soon. But Shadowheart and Karlach got her safely home to her mother.” He leaned back and brought a stunning rapier which had been leaned up against the wall.

“Even got this beauty as a little reward from Lora.”

Morella’s eyes teared up. She aimlessly rubbed her hands as guilt was eating away at her.

“I'm sorry, Astarion… I thought I could handle…”

Her words died away to a sob as her hands flew up to her face.

A weight shifted onto the mattress. The smell of bergamot and rosemary embraced her nose with a promise of love and comfort. Astarion wrapped his arms around her hunched frame. Resting his head on hers, he started rocking her slowly. His right hand started to play softly with her long, silver braid.

“It’s alright, dear.”

He let go of her braid and hooked a finger under her chin, tilting her face up to meet his.

“You said you could ‘put up with it’, maybe you can. And maybe you can't. It doesn't matter. I'll take care of you if you'll let me. But you will not be out there with us if this happens out there again… I can't risk…losing you.” His voice was nothing more than a whisper, but she heard the little break near the end. She had no power over her own voice and could do nothing more than simply nod, burying her face into his chest.

“Who knows, maybe the devil will get bored soon, they can be such fickle creatures. Not that I would of course, you are simply too divine.” He kissed her head, and they stayed that way the rest of the night.

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Welcome, Raphael Fans ;)

My little ramble may have resonated a bit, so I feel like recklessly re-sharing my Fiend-centric Fic Chapters~ I will likely just update and reblog this as needed. This is taking forever to check over to compile... This should be a relatively comprehensive list and is 99% NSFW so 18+ only. Links currently will take you to the chapters on Tumblr, but my newer side blog @atavsguide will be reposting anything from my ongoing fic work as FULL chapters every day for the next couple of weeks~ That side blog is only being used for full chapter reblogs so those without AO3 have somewhere to read them, and I might make a second one for the other one shots etc~

Chapters from A Tav's Guide

ATG is my ongoing fic centred on f!Tav x Astarion until the act 2 conversation, where they agree that love and lust can be entirely separate, allowing Tav to explore other opportunities for sex with the arrangement that she will write about it in her diary to share later. Rough premise, I know, but it works to allow a fun and smutty story~ Raphael and Haarlep feature a fair few times so far, especially when their appearances were far too fun.

ATG 4 - Dream? Nightmare.

Tav is having trouble sleeping, but eventually manages to drift off. Her dreams, however, are far from restful when a certain devil decides to dance through her sleep. CW and Tags - None, aside from mild powerplay dynamics. ---

ATG 7 - Love? Lust.

Raphael needs to let off some steam, and if there's one thing Haarlep knows it is exactly how to do it. There's no room for any emotional connection beyond pure undiluted physical desire, wants tempted and needs met, and it seems a raised temper can indeed spice things up a little. CW and Tags - Hate sex, Brat Raphael, Dom Haarlep, light BDSM, oral sex, biting, bondage ---

ATG 9 - Mouse? Rat.

Tav breaks in to the House of Hope desperate for help, but all she finds is...Raphael? No, that's not him... Haarlep is bored, but luckily a Little Mouse stumbles in to their room, lost and alone. But are they a Mouse? Or perhaps more of a Rat? Tav discovers the downsides to avarice and hubris, biting off far more than she can chew this time. Part 1 of 2 CW and Tags - BDSM, Aphrodisiacs, Bratty Tav, Dom Haarlep, bondage, whipping, mild blood

ATG 10 - Cat? Claw.

Part 2 of 2 Raphael arrives back in his boudoir to find Haarlep busy with an uninvited guest, one who has taken in far too much aphrodisiac and requires relief from that particular issue. He is loathe to help, but Haarlep has their ways to convince him. CW and Tags - BDSM, bondage, group sex, power play, aftercare, transforming during sex,

ATG 11 Deal? Done.

Part 1 of 2 Haarlep is bored again, and finds a fun little scroll to use with Tav. But it'll take a deal before the plan can work fully... Tav finds herself enticed by an interesting prospect, and decides to put her own spin on the deal before her. CW and Tags - Shape changing, power play, BDSM

ATG 12 - Friday? Freaky.

Part 2 of 2 Raphael comes home to find the "Archduchess" mocking him as usual, despite not asking Haarlep to take that form. Still, he is easily mislead by clever words and an illusion that none of them will soon forget. Tav plays her part well and is rewarded by an intense night of pleasure, and the sight of Raphael on his knees before her is a more than pleasant bonus. CW and Tags - Alter Self, threeway sex, bondage, power play, tails, switching, Dom Tav, sub Tav, Dom Raphael, sub Raphael, Dom Haarlep, body double, aftercare

Tricks and Treats in the House of Hope - An ATG Side Story, Halloween Special

Not placed in the main timeline, this is after a point where Halsin and Astarion are firmly in a poly relationship with Tav and both comfortable in sex. Meant to be a Halloween Special short it ran long. Haarlep holds a costume party, where almost everyone is invited. The guests quickly remember their host is an incubus as the events take a turn for the delicious. CW and Tags - Sex toys, group sex, biting, blood, double penetration, BDSM, heavier bondage, brat, brat taming, costumes, orgy

ATG Winter Holiday Special - The Fiend's Feast

Another special so not in the timeline, but after the Halloween special. Haarlep is hosting another party, and even though they knew what to expect this time the guests are still caught by surprise with a few little gifts from the incubus. CW and Tags - group sex, orgy, bondage, power play, biting, blood, control, mild knife play

ATG Side Story - Villain? Saviour.

The last side story so far, Raphael swoops in at the last moment to save Tav from an untimely demise, and finds himself...caring? No, that can't be right...can it? A softer side to Raphael, until he realises the incubus has poisoned the healing potions with their devious plans. CW and Tags - implied aphrodisiac, power play, hurt/comfort, willpower bondage

The Prequel Series - Scent of Cinnamon

With only 2 chapters so far (but more to follow), this is my newest series, a prequel to the games intending to follow from the first meeting of Raphael and Haarlep until the beginning of the game. It may synch to ATG canon, but will otherwise focus far more on the Cambion and the incubus and the relationship they share.

The Cambion, The Gift, and The Contract

The very first meeting, also establishing Haarlep before they became Haarlep and what they looked like. The incubus steps in to the mansion in Avernus to meet their new Master, the one they've been sent to spy on, carrying nothing but the clothes on their back and specific instructions. They don't even have a name any more, trading everything away for the promise of far greater rewards if they succeed. Meanwhile, a young Raphael does not have time or patience to entertain the idea of another attempted distraction, until they both realise there might just be a way that both can get what they want. All it takes is a little contract... CW and Tags - Mostly talking but sets up the premise, slow burn, devilish deals

The Contract, The Kiss, and The Cambion’s Pride

The talking is over, the deal must now be seen through. Raphael gets a taste of what the incubus can do, while the newly named Haarlep claims ownership of their own Master, ensuring he will remember every inch of their body when they give it up to become his double as they both agreed. This includes Haarlep giving Raphael a taste of both forms they can take, to ensure nothing about them can be forgotten. CW and Tags - Oral sex, mild choking, genderfluid character, changing physical form, power play, BDSM, sub!Raphael, Dom!Haarlep, rough oral sex, mild blood, light choking

One Shots and Shorts

Short Drabbles (Mixed)

These are all mixed chapters, but several feature Raphael and/or Haarlep. Many are only a few paragraphs or a page at most. Tavs are unique to these works and not part of continuity Brat Raphael - Haarlep lacks patience. How To Tease A Devil - f!Tav and Haarlep enjoy playing with a submissive Raphael. Raphael Being Bad At Sex - f!Tav finally gets to sleep with Raphael instead of Haarlep and finds it isn't the same. Self Indulgence With Devils - Raphael and Haarlep tease f!Tav The Devil On Your Shoulder - Second Person, Haarlep helps inspire "you" to write. The Muse's Return - Second Person, "you" have been struggling to write recently, but luckily Haarlep is home to help... Confession: The Devil Gets His Due - inspired by a confession blog, power bottom Dom!Raphael demands m!Tav satisfies him. The Shrew Who Tamed The Incubus - Haarlep is surprised by m!OC Shrew as he seeks only warmth and care, not sex. Soft, warm, loving...Haarlep is confused but fine with it. The Morning After The Artist's Dreams - Inspired by a Tumblr artist. An artist wakes up in Haarlep's bed to find the incubus perched on the end suggestively. ---

Gala of the Damned

Raphael needs to attend a ball for the powerful and influential fiends of the Nine Hells, but he needs a date. Haarlep reluctantly takes on their Archduchess form, wearing a corset and overall far too many clothes for their liking. Later, Haarlep makes a corset out of Raphael with cruel metal hooks and ribbon, taking what they feel is owed for the night. CW and Tags - BDSM, power play, bondage, hooks, piercings, pain play

The Mouse Trap

f!Tav goes a little far in pushing Raphael, working to her favour as he shows a far more dominant side. CW and tags - Dom!Raphael, BDSM, Pain Play, blood, brat, impatient sex, power play

The Sleepless Dream

2nd person short fic, where Haarlep is "your" sleep paralysis demon. CW and Tags - Insomnia, Teasing, Power play

----------------------------- ----------------------------- COMPLETE LIST AS OF 4th January 2024 ----------------------------- -----------------------------

For a full list of ALL of my works, including word counts, pairings, and summaries, please check out my Carrd! I keep it up to date with each new link.

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Plus One - chapter 4

Raphael x Fem!Tav; Modern AU

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chapter 3

Chapter summary: Finally, the wedding.

A/N: Shout out to @inaconstantstateofchange and @sassyandsodone for helping with the dress description! Also this is an AU, for the sake of things not being weird, I made Haarlep Raphael’s cousin.

The wedding would take place on a Saturday at a hotel, near the countryside. As it was quite distante from where both Raphael and Tav lived, the plan was to arrive there on Friday, so that they would have time to rest and get ready, and leave on Sunday.

As it was quite a long drive there, Raphael told her to be ready at 6 am. Tav mentally cursed as she stood outside her apartment, holding her suitcase, waiting for the bastard to show up.

She looked at the hours on her phone. 6:02 am, it read. Tav wiped some sweat from her forehead, the sun shining bright on her.

‘If this bastard doesn’t show up soon, I’m going back inside.’ She thought.

At 6:05 am, he finally arrived, his car stopping in front of her. Quickly, she put her suitcase in the trunk of the car and made her way to the shotgun seat.

“You’re late.” Tav said as soon as she was seated.

“Good morning to you too.” Raphael replied and looked at her. “Besides, now we are quits.”

Tav frowned, not quite understanding what he had meant, then she remembered. Putting her hand in her face, she groaned. “By Graz’zt’s cock, why am I surprised you’d remember that.”

Of course, Raphael was referring to the last time they had met, at the Devil’s Den, when Tava arrived five minutes late.

“Seven years apart and it seems you’ve forgotten who I am.” Raphael answered, a smirk rising on his face. “I always remember everything.”

“Don’t I know that.” Tav looked at the window, a few memories coming back to the surface: Raphael taking her to a restaurant she mentioned being a favorite. Raphael buying her a necklace she had been eyeing on the window of a store. Raphael getting Tav her favorite ice cream during her period or comforting her after a bad day.

Tav shook her head. It was too silent inside the car, and she felt the need to drown out the sound of her own thoughts. Turning her attention to the radio, she messed with the buttons until stopping at a random station.

“You are listening to Baldur’s Gate FM.” The voice of the radio host said. “And now, onto Alfira the Bard’s greatest hits, this is Weeping Dawn.”

The music filled the car, and Tav hummed along, closing her eyes and letting her mind wander elsewhere.

…

After checking in the hotel, they made their way to their room. It was quite spacious, and mostly white, although there was one big problem with it.

“You booked a room with only one bed?”

“I specifically asked for one with two beds, but it seems they mixed it up.” He said with a furrowed brow, and by the tone of his voice, Tav knew he spoke true. “I will go to the lobby and see if another room is vacant-”

“You don’t have to.” Tav interrupted him. “We’re both adults, and I can always take the couch. Besides, your dad thinks we’re still together, right? It would be weird if we weren’t sharing a room.”

Raphael nodded. “Speaking of the subject. I believe we should straighten out our story.”

“What do you mean?” She said, raising a brow.

“Well, people will be expecting us to be a couple, but there are seven years where we did not…contact each other. We need to fill up the gap.”

Tav crossed her arms. “I don’t see how necessary that is.”

“Extremely necessary. Allow me to paint the picture.” He took a step backwards, gesticulating as he explained his plan. “In this little story we’ll make, we have been happily together during all these years but have decided to keep things private. In their minds, we will have been together for a decade, which is why I want you to wear this.”

Raphael reached into his pocket, retrieving a small red box from it, handing it to Tav. She eyed it wearily, before taking it and opening it. She gasped, looking at the ring inside - it was a silver band, with a few small diamonds and a big, tear shaped ruby in the middle.

“What…what is this?”

“It is a ring I had lying around in my house.” He explained, and Tav could sense that was a half truth, though she did not press him on about it. “People will raise suspicions if we say we have been together for this long and so I think it will be better if we let them believe we are engaged.”

Tav sighed. “You really thought of everything, didn’t you?”

“I always do.” He smirked. “Put it on.”

She did as told, sliding the ring on her finger. She raised a brow, thinking it strange as to how it fit so perfectly but again, this was Raphael: he was always planning things ten steps ahead.

She admired the ring for a moment before asking “Is that all?”

“For now, yes.”

…

Tav spent the remaining portion of the day resting alone in the room, while Raphael excused himself to spend time with his family. She doubted the veracity of that, knowing how strained his relationship with Mephistopheles was, but once again, Tav chose not to press him on about. The sooner she got through this, the sooner Raphael would give her the information she needed and then she’d be free of him.

It was quite late now, and Tav was beginning to feel the heaviness of sleep on her eyes. She laid on the bed, feeling a sense of unease. A stray thought that crawled in her head and she couldn’t let it go: during those seven years apart, did Raphael think of her?

Did he still go to their favorite places? Did he throw away all the pictures they had together or had he kept them? When he was alone at night, did he miss her embrace as much as she missed his?

Oh shit.

Tav hadn’t wanted to admit it, she had tried to keep it buried but Raphael had left a hole in her life. The first months after their breakup had been the worst - she would keep replaying the fight in her head, wondering what she could have done, reminding herself that it wasn’t her fault.

Then, it had turned into hatred for Raphael. How dare he treat her like shit just because his ego was hurt. How dare he ruin three years of the best relationship she had ever had because of his stupid pride. That night, Tav had thrown everything she had of his - all his gifts, broke all the photo frames where the two were together. And once she had finished raging, Tav felt empty.

She had never been the most social of people. She didn’t make a lot of friends in high school, nor college. Tav, throughout her life, had raised long walls of ice around her, letting everyone out.

The only one who had made a break in was Raphael, his fire slowly melting all her defenses. They had met in a bar, Tav was out, celebrating that she had become a lawyer after years of studying. He had eyed her all evening, and only after half the people had left that he made his approach.

It was his eyes, Tav believed, that attracted him to her. As he spoke of his work, she could see the passion, the ambition in those pools of brown. He had listened intently when she explained her own plans for the future, and although they didn’t leave together - “You’ll be knocking on my door soon enough” he had said then - Tav acquired his phone number and the rest had been history.

For a time, Tav had fantasized of their future together. Getting married, having kids, joining his company after she had established her career - all had been thrown away to the fire like that.

It was with thoughts of him that she fell asleep, alone in bed.

…

For both his and Tav’s sake, Raphael had slept on the couch. It hadn’t been comfortable, but he did not want the image of the two waking up together in bed to haunt him even more, especially on his father’s wedding day.

When he arrived that night, after a couple of whiskey shots that Haarlep convinced him to take, he was met with the visage of Tav sprawled in the bed, sleeping profoundly. The band shirt she wore as her pajamas, the same old one she wore when they slept together all those years ago, was slightly lifted, just above her underboob. It took Raphael too much strength not to crawl in bed, to feel Tav’s soft skin on his again and -

No. He shan’t think of that. ‘Focus, Raphael.’ He thought. ‘You just have to get through this one day, give her what she wants, and then you’ll never speak with Tav again.’

Shaking his head, Raphael turned his attention back to the mirror. He wore a navy blue, almost black suit, with a few golden embroidery on the shoulders, and was now attempting to tie a red tie around his neck. No matter how much he tried, it always looked wrong.

Frustrated, he groaned, loosening it and beginning again. Then, the bathroom door opened and from inside, Tav came out and he felt his breath hitch.

She wore a long red dress, of a diaphanous fabric. There was a high collar, sheet fabric ruching on the top with the shoulders exposed, and a small cut at the breast. The skirt was tight around the waist and there was slit on the right leg. Her lips were red, and she wore her hair down.

Raphael’s jaw clenched as he eyed Tav up and down. She looked elegant, breathtaking and when he looked down, noticing the ruby ring on her finger, he let out a breath.

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer.” She smirked and walked up to him, holding his tie, and quickly fixing it. “There. You like it?”

Raphael looked at it in the mirror. “Perfect.” He turned to her, offering an arm. “Come, the sooner we get there, the sooner we can leave. You remember the agreement, yes?”

“Yes, yes.” She said, holding his elbow. “We’ve been together this whole time, engagement, yada yada - you’ll see that I play my part very well.”

“We shall see.”

…

The ceremony itself was quick and soon, everyone found themselves eating and dancing.

Currently, Raphael was on a corner, speaking with his half sister, Antilia. The half elf had decided to catch up, asking him various questions. He tried to answer as little as he could, quickly getting annoyed at this seeming interrogation.

“She seems lovely.” Antilia said, looking at Tav, who was away from them, chatting with a random guest. “Wasn’t she the one who went against you to defend the Ravengard boy?”

“Indeed.” Raphael replied, lips thinning. “It was an…interesting situation, to say the least.” He gave her a tight smile. “But we managed.”

“Oh, I’m sure you did.” She smirked. “I noticed the ring. You didn’t tell us you were engaged.”

He cleared his throat. “Ah yes, well, we do like our privacy. Besides, it was a recent engagement, and I had no wish to outshine our dear father with the news.”

“I see.” She took a drink from her glass. “I found it funny to see you two together today. After all, last I heard, you hadn’t talked to her in seven years.”

“An unfounded rumor.” It was his turn to take a drink from his glass.

“Well, it was Haarlep who told me.”

“Of course it was.” Raphael rolled his eyes. “You used to have better sources than him, sister.”

“Hm…” Antilia looked at Tav again. “Speaking of him…”

Raphael turned to look in the same direction as his sister, and saw the moment Haarlep approached Tav.

…

“Long time no see, little mouse.” Haarlep said, voice as charming as ever.

“Haarlep, you clean up nicely.” She said, commenting on his choice of clothes. He wore a suit, and it was definitely the most covered up she had ever seen him.

“Thank you. My dear uncle insisted I dress like this, although it was quite stifling.” He loosened his tie just a bit. “But never mind that. I’ve heard you and cousin dearest are an item again.Tell me, did Raphael finally pop the question?” Haarlep held Tav’s left hand in his.

“Oh, yes, a few weeks ago actually.” She lied.

“I’m glad to hear.” He smirked. “I thought Raphael would just let the ring gather dust forever.”

“What do you mean?”

“I remember after that nasty fight you two had, he spent days sulking and then told me how his plan was to propose after he won the trial. But oh well, I guess life had other plans.”

“He…what?” Tav turned around and looked at Raphael and then back at the ring.

“Oh yes, he had been planning that proposal for months, but after you left, well…” Haarlep looked at his nails. “But I’m happy to hear that all is well.”

At this point, Tav walked off to where Raphael was.

“We need to talk. Now.”

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