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mytheoristavenue · 2 months

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TMNT 2012 Raphael Hamato x Reader 🍋 - Rough and Tumble

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🥀 Summary: After dating Rap for almost a year, he begins to ache for you...

🥀 Warnings: NSFW, MDNI, smut, porn w/ plot, unprotected sex, creampie, face sitting, oral (m receiving), p in v sex, dirty talk, teasing, dom!Raph, sub!reader, fem!reader, first time, virgin!Raph, virgin!Reader

🥀 Word Count: 4,175

Your relationship with Raph had been an utter whirlwind up until this point, starting on that faithful night, lying in your bed eating pizza and dripping grease on your cocktail dress. Nearly a year had passed since then, and not a day went by that the two of you weren’t absolutely enamored with one another. Raph hardly ever spoke of anything but you, gushing to his brothers behind your back, even more excruciatingly often than Donnie had over April. He held you in the highest regard- you hung the moon in his eyes, but he’d be lying if he said he hadn’t been disappointed with the pace of things.

Though he’d never gathered the courage to profess it, Raph had an ache for you that no amount of kisses or cuddles could cure. He hungered- no, starved for you in a way that destroyed his sense of morality when he looked at you, blinking at his advances without a clue in the world. He felt endless guilt for the way he pictured your body and the unspeakable things he wanted to do to it, coupled with that innocent face you had. But the corruption was part of the fun.

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“Honey!” you beamed cheerfully, strolling into the lair. “I’m home, and I brought you something!”

“Well, hello to you too,” Leo grumbled, playfully rolling his eyes as he sat in a beanbag, flipping through TV channels.

“Sorry, Leo!” you rubbed the back of your neck sheepishly. “I didn’t even see you, I was just excited to see-”

“Raph, I know.” He chuckled. “So, what’d you get him?” He asked, eyes never leaving the television.

Excitedly, you hurried over to him, crouching down at his side and pulling the contents of the bag you had out. “Our anniversary is coming up, and Raph mentioned wanting to learn how to kickbox, so I got us matching gloves and kneepads! See?” You explained, showing off one of each pair of gloves. Both were ruby red, with gold stitching and embroidery. “I even got them monogrammed! Do you think he’ll like them?”

The eldest turtle gave a kind smile as he handed you back the gift. “I know it,” he confirmed with a nod, beginning to turn his attention back to the TV. “He’s actually in the dojo now, you should go give them to him.” Without another word or thanks for the encouragement, you were gone, throwing the door to the dojo open. Leo rolled his eyes at your antics, continuing to channel surf. “You’re welcome.”

“Hi, honey!” you chirped again, your eyes falling on your boyfriend, who, upon seeing you, gleefully dropped what he was doing to run over and scoop you up.

“What’s up, baby?” He asked, pecking your lips as he set you down. “What’cha got there?”

“A present for you,” you teased, rocking from heel to toe. “Early anniversary gift.”

“Doll, you didn’t have to get me anything,” he sighed, taking the bag as you enthusiastically shoved it into his arms.

“I wanted to, besides, it’s for both of us.” you snickered while he began to dig through the bag.

“Oh my God,” he paused, shoulders slumping. “Baby, you didn’t-”

“I did.” You giggled, preparing for a hug of gratitude, which you immediately received.

“Babe, you’re the best. I love you so much, thank you.” Raph praised into your hair, his head resting atop yours. Moments later, he broke apart from you, slipping the gloves over his hands, admiring the fit and look of them.

“I got me a pair too, I thought we could learn to kickbox together!” you sang, dipping into the bag to fetch your own pair.

“Baby, I don’t know what to say, this is awesome.” He gushed, watching you with a dopey, lovesick smile.

“You don’t need to say anything, babe. But you can put up your dukes because I’m gonna kick your butt!”

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You did, in fact, not kick his butt. In fact, you hadn’t been able to land a single hit on him since you began sparring. Every punch you threw was redirected in a way that almost always landed you flat on your back, your lover looming over you with a cocky grin. Laid out on the mat for what you decided would be the last time, you huffed, growling as you shot up at him.

“What’s the matter, dollface?” Raph taunted, peridot eyes playful but full of an emotion you couldn’t place. “Gettin’ mad?”

“No!” you shouted bitterly. “I was just going easy on you!”

“Sure…” he laughed, turning his back on you, cracking his knuckles as he gloated. This was your opening. Gritting your teeth, you swept your leg out, kicking his feet out from under him before wrestling him to the floor. Before he could catch his bearings, Raph found himself in a headlock, your thighs squeezing the life from his throat as you twisted his arm and pulled it away from him.

“How’s that, huh?!” you hollered, pulling your meanest face. “You like that?!” Oh, did he. He never in his wildest dreams would’ve imagined you’d get him like this, and still be so oblivious to the effect you had on him at that. You took his silence as surrender, cheering for yourself as you rolled him into a new position, laying him out flat and sitting on his chest, arms pinned under your knees so he couldn’t escape. “Ha! I told you I was gonna kick your butt!”

Unbeknownst to you, Raph was coming undone beneath your weight, mind running free with all the most lewd ways he could take advantage of this. Ultimately, though struggling, he contained himself- that is, until you opened your mouth again, ruining his hardly-kept zen. “Not all big and bad now, are you?”

“Oh, baby, I’ll show your ass ‘big and bad’! C’mere!” With that and minimal effort on his part, you both were switched. You now laid beneath him as he straddled your waist, both of your wrists in a single hand as his other was planted firmly on your face, squishing your cheeks together.

There was a pause as dead silence hung in the air, neither of you moving a muscle, only gazing into each other’s eyes. Within seconds, your lips crashed against his, giving him all the consent he needed for now. A few soft moans tumbled over your lips in the few instances that they were unoccupied, stirring his stomach further into oblivion. His hand left your face, trailing down, lingering at your throat a moment before continuing, caressing your curves. To you, he was feeling you up, but in reality, Raph was mapping you out, meticulously learning and memorizing every dip, ridge, and curve.

A stir in the adjoined room made you both freeze, knowing that Master Splinter would punish you both to the fullest extent possible if he caught you making out in the dojo. Once all seemed clear, your beaux pulled you up from the floor before lugging you over his shoulder, much to your humiliation. “R-Raphael Hamato! You put me down this instant!” you scolded deaf ears as he continued to the door. “You are not carrying me like this in front of your brothers!” That was precisely what he was going to do.

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After what could only be described as a walk of shame, you were escorted to his bedroom, where you were immediately tossed on his bed. “W-Wait-” you halfheartedly protested.

“I’m sorry, babe,” he huffed, backing up a bit. “Guess I got kinda carried away.” he laughed sheepishly, crawling closer again. “I just…I get so riled up when I’m with you, especially when you’re on top of me like that- Fuck, you just look so pretty.”

Though it wasn’t uncommon for him to compliment your looks, the way he said it made you feel like it was the first time hearing it. It felt just like how he showered you with praise that first night.

“Y-You think I’m pretty when I sit on top of you..?” you repeated, more to hear it from your own lips than to have the statement clarified. He simply nodded in response, eyes glued to your lips, leaning in as if he wasn’t actually in tune with the world around him.

“The prettiest, baby,” he muttered, capturing your kiss again, crawling between your bent knees to loom over you like before. “So so fuckin’ pretty…”

“Raph, you’re making me nervous…” you confessed between kisses. “You’re not usually this forward…”

For a moment, he backed away again, the image of you rejecting his advances flashing through his mind. Mossy eyes peered up into yours, searching for anything to indicate emotion, but fell short- you were so conflicted. On one hand, you’d never had much sexual experience, and the thought of potentially being a bad lay terrified you. You’d heard stories of boys dumping girls due to lack of experience, and no matter how close you two were, that fear was nearly impossible to shake. Though, on the other hand, it was hard to ignore the way his praise made you melt like you were digesting magma- so was the way your legs shook at the prospect.

“Sorry…” he finally sighed, out of breath while his fingers absent-mindedly gripped at any bit of you they could reach. “I’m not tryna’ make you uncomfortable but,” he paused, breath hitching in his throat as he pictured you. “Baby I want you, so so so bad.”

The revelation left you reeling, fuzzy-headed with tummy churning. Suddenly, everything was so clear. It all made sense, the positions you find yourselves in, the way he’d shower you with compliments so close to your ear you could hardly hear them. “Y-You…” you trailed, breathing labored, and stuck in your windpipe. “Want me...?”

Raph sighed, finally you understood how he burned for you. “Yes, baby. I want you real bad. You have no idea the shit I wanna do to you.” Seeing you ease into the idea, he took the liberty of lifting your hand, planting kisses up your arm. He thought it’d be a romantic way to gently push forward, but all that went out the window when he heard you softly whimper:

“Show me how bad…?”

In an instant, he was on you, kissing your lips roughly, guiding your arms around his neck while he slowly began to trail down your jaw. This wasn’t the first time you’d made out to the point of fondling and drooling all over each other’s throats but this time was special- you could feel it. You whined under his touch as his cold fingers inched up under the hem of your shirt. Writhing at the sensation, you instinctively arched your back in a vain effort to be closer to him. Chuckling at you, he slipped an arm under your back, holding you against him as he gnawed at your flesh, leaving mild bruises peppered along your neck and should as he went. “Oh, Raph…” you cried, overwhelmed by the lust bubbling inside you.

“Love it when you say my name like that,” he purred into your collarbone. “Fuck, I wanna do everything to you…”

“Tell me…” you whispered, barely audibly. “Tell me all the dirty things you think about…”

Raph shuddered, hearing those words in your voice as he buried his face into your shoulder. “Wanna taste that sweet pussy of yours, fuck this throat,” he groaned, fingers ghosting over your flesh, threatening to choke you. “Want you to ride me ‘til the sun comes up.”

“Is that all?” you muttered, struggling to keep a confident face as his words hit straight to your womb.

“Not even close, baby.” He smirked against your skin. “Want you every way.”

Sitting up against him, you began to shift positions. You were tired of laying there, letting him do all the work- you needed to show that you wanted him equally so. “In that case,” you said airily, popping up on top. “I'm all yours, baby.”

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Raph was beginning to feel a sting in his bottom lip, having now definitely broken skin. Biting it was the only thing he could do to keep himself together. His fingers had tangled themselves in your hair as one arm rested behind his head for support. You’d never thought he’d be so vocal when experiencing pleasure, but there he was, lounging in bed, moaning, whining, cussing, and praising all at the same time. It made you sticky knowing you were doing this to him, reducing him to putty in your hands- or rather in your mouth.

It had taken you a minute to get the hang of this, and a few directions from him, such as “A-Ah, no teeth baby- fuck yeah, that's it!” but you felt like you were a pro at this point. Diligently, your head bobbed you and down nearly his full length, only stopping when your nose smooshed against his shell or his tip tickled the back of your throat.

“Oh my God, you’re so fuckin’ good at this, baby.” he groaned guiding your head gently. “Taking this dick like a fuckin’ champ.” You hummed in response, loving his praise and how you made him feel. “Can’t wait to eat up that little pussy, gonna make you feel so good, baby.”

Jaw tired, you decided to take his talkativeness as an opportunity for rest, pulling off him with a pop. Instead, you nuzzled your face against his crotch, languidly pumping him in your fist. “Tell me how you want me baby.” you cooed, peppering kisses along his shaft.

“Fuck, you're gonna make me cum if you keep talkin’ like that…” he groaned, bucking his hips up, missing the warmth of your mouth.

“I better stop then…” you teased lustily, halting your motion altogether and releasing your grip just enough so all he could feel was your fingertips and palm ghosting against him.

“Baby, don’t do this to me,” Raph whined, eyes screwed shut and breathing heavily. “Damnit, I was so close.” You peered down at him, a mischievous smile playing on your lips as you stifled a giggle. It felt amazing to be in control of him after all this time. The power was intoxicating, that was until he grew tired of your taunts and ripped it away from you.

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All you could do was scream, hoping nobody else could hear your hysterics as your hips bucked, begging for amazing friction. You were now reduced to ankle socks and a bra, pushed up to reveal your bouncing breasts. Completely naked from the waist down, you now sat, knees on either side of his head, riding his face. The way his tongue worked you was overwhelming, bringing tears to your eyes, as you sobbed for him. “O-Oh my God, Raph-! I-It feels so-!” You were hardly able to form coherent thoughts, let alone sentences. “Good!”

Beneath you, Raph burring himself between your thighs, tongue parting your labia and suckling on your swollen clit like it could have been his last meal, moaning the entire time. You were delicious, sweeter tasting than he could’ve possibly imagined. He was addicted to the lack of air, suffocated with your needy heat. It was enough to make him absent-mindedly rock his hips with the rhythm of yours. He might have touched himself had it not been for the grip his hands had on your hips that he was unwilling to part with.

The feeling came upon you so suddenly that you almost didn't recognize it. It wasn’t like when you’d done things by yourself, there was no build-up, no knot snapping taught. It was as if he’d pushed a button that instantly sent you over the edge. “B-Baby!” you shrieked, almost frightened of the spontaneous intense wave of pleasure washing over you. “I-I think I’m-!” Before you could finish your decree, a long, cracking, needy croon was fished from your throat as you rode out the sudden orgasm.

“Yeah, that’s it, baby girl, let it all out,” your lover encouraged, voice muffled as he continued to work you through your high. “Cum all over my face, pretty-pretty.” You did as he commanded, doing nothing to stop your sweet cream from glazing his mouth and cheeks. Exhausted and emotional, you slid down him and your shoulders slumped as you put your weight in your palms, resting them on his chest. “God, you’re so fuckin’ pretty when you cum.” He smirked, rubbing your thigh comfortingly.

“You need a minute, baby?” He asked, smiling gently up at your flushed face. To his surprise, you urgently shook your head in protest.

“N-No! I’m not done.” you decided, sliding down his plastron. “I wanna go all the way with you…” Your answer stunned him a bit and his smile faded.

“Are you sure, doll? You look pretty tired.” he rationalized. “If we stop here, I won’t be mad, I’ll just finish myself off later.”

Your heart melted at his concern for your comfort, but you still refused. “No,” you huffed, mounting his lap. “I wanna feel you inside me,” You could feel his cock stiffen against your overly sensitive clit, making your hips twitch on contact. Suddenly, a tear slipped from your pleading eye and you looked into him needily. “Please, Raphael…” He tensed, you only used his full name when it was urgent. “I need you to make love to me…”

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Initially, the anguish was nearly unbearable, forcing him to pull out several times, but eventually, you got used to the full feeling, only needing now to overcome the sting. Raph was a perfect gentleman throughout, staying perfectly still unless instructed otherwise, and letting you take the lead. “T-Touch me, please…” you begged, needing some sort of distraction from the pain. His palm quickly found your breast, groping and admiring it with one hand while the other stayed on you, keeping you firmly planted against him.

“You have the nicest body, (Y/N)...” he soothed, brushing a thumb over your perked nipple. “Perfect tits, smooth skin, pretty face,” he rambled on, showering you with compliments, waiting for your face to unwrinkle. When it didn’t he thought of something else. “Here, doll,” he cooed, taking both hands off you to guide yours up to your chest. “Play with these for me, ‘kay?” You nodded, obediently fondling yourself with little shame. One hand found its back home on the hump of your hip, while the other came up to your lips, prompting you to wet the fingers. You did so, parting your lips and sucking both thick digits before watching them sink between your thighs.

Soothed by the aid, you hardly even notice when you’d begun to rock your hips, seeking more stimulation against your clit. At first, the movement was minuscule, but soon, you bounced enough to feel his tip bottom out, making you shriek. Beneath you, Raph groaned gutturally at deep penetration and the way you clenched around him when surprised. As if everything fell into place at once, you nodded, ready to officially begin. Wasting no time, he began pumping into you at a painfully slow pace with deep, meaningful strokes.

You hated this, though you couldn’t place why. It was like he was teasing you going so slowly. “R-Raph…faster…” you whimpered, hands roaming your own body. That was all the consent he needed to kick it up a gear, clamping both hands on your hips and picking up pace to a steady rhythm. Before you knew it, you were on cloud nine, bouncing yourself in time with his thrusts, gaining momentum and speed as time drug on.

“Ahhh,” he sighed, brows knitting together. “Yeah, baby just bounce on my cock, you know just what to do, don’t you?”

“Uh-huh,” you mumbled, lost in never before felt pleasure.

“You love riding my dick, don’t you princess?” He asked, breathing heavily, trying to distract himself from cumming too early from the excellent squeeze you offered.

“Yes, sir.” you replied with a breathy moan, head thrown back in pleasure.

“How much?” he pressed, the pace picking up to breakneck speed as he brutalized your cervix.

“So fucking much!” you gasped, nearly screaming at the tension building inside as he pounded into you.

“Tell me how much you love riding this dick, baby,” he demanded. “C’mon and be a good girl and tell me,”

Humiliation bubbled inside of your stomach in a way that fueled your fire. Face beet red you shyly muttered: “I-I love…r-riding your dick…” Suddenly, all stimulation ceased and Raph fell as still as the eye of a storm. Looking down, you panicked, slightly annoyed. “W-What? Why’d you stop?” He ignored you, a cocky grin playing on his lips. “G-Go, please!” you begged, even trying to lift yourself off of him to bounce on him again, but his grip on your waist held you cemented to him, but still starving. “W-What gives, babe? Please go!”

“Louder.”

“W-Wha-?” you blushed impossibly deeper, confused and frustrated to bits.

“Say it louder,” he repeated unrelenting.

“Raph-!” you squealed, clicking the pieces together. “Enough games, please!” You continued to struggle against his grip to fuck yourself on his cock, to no avail.

“I’m not gonna finish fucking you until you scream for me.” he flirted darkly. “I want everyone to know who makes you feel this good.” You resisted further, before finally giving in.

“I-I love riding your dick…” you said, nearly in a normal speaking voice. Still, he refused to move.

“What’s that? I couldn’t hear you?” He teased, leaning closer as if to hear you better.

“I said I love riding your dick!” barely shouted, relieved to feel the very slightest friction.

“One more time, with feeling and I’ll give it to you so good,” he promised, shallowly rocking his hips. “One more time, baby, loud and proud for me.”

“Please fuck me baby, I love riding your fucking dick!” you finally cried out, gritting your teeth and screaming lewdly into the air when he started again, pounding into you harshly.

“Atta girl!” he purred, locking in on finishing you for good. “You’re so good for me, aren’t you, princess?”

“Y-Yes!,” you gasped, both to the question and just as a general statement. “Yes, yes, yes yes, oh, right there!”

“Fuck baby,” Raph crooned, his toes curling as tension built in his stomach. “You feel so damn good.” As if on cue, he shuddered, coming undone even more quickly upon feeling your messy hole clench around him.

“G-God, Raph, I’m so close!” you wept, slopping rutting your hips against his. “I-I’m gonna-!” Words tumbled over your lips, but the capacity for thought had long since dissolved, only being replaced with a lust that would permanently alter your brain chemistry.

Laid out under you, Raph was in a similar state, mind fogged by your visage and feel and the fact that he had you all to himself. “C-Can’t believe you’re all mine,” He mumbled through gritting teeth and furrowed brows. “Mine, mine, mine, mine, mine-” He began to chant in tune with his brutal thrusts until finally, he tipped over the edge with a string of obscenities.

Likewise, you’d also been reduced to less than coherent speech, simply moaning and whimpering, having entirely given up talking dirty. You could feel it when he came- the bruising grip his fingers had on your thighs, the ache in your tummy from how he’d rearranged your guts, even the warm spurt that filled any gaps his cock hadn’t been able to occupy. Not that you could put two and two together, too focused on your own orgasm as it just began to breach.

The sensation rocked you, filling you with a buzzy warmth you’d never been able to achieve before. It felt so special to feel this for the first time with someone you loved, you thought as you came down from your high, still seeing white. Absent-mindedly, your hands blindly searched for his, unsure for a moment if it had been a dream. You were relieved to feel his large hand envelope yours, softly caressing your fingers with his thumb.

“I’m right here, baby,” he soothed, almost as if he’d read your mind. “I ain’t goin’ nowhere.” You smiled at this, tiredly pushing against him to give just enough space for his softening member to flop out of you. You shuddered at the empty feeling and the way his seed leaked out of you in what felt like gallons. Not caring enough to clean up right away, you simply laid ontop of him, head resting just under his chin.

“I love you…” you said, as less of a reminder than a need for validation in your fragile state.

“I love you too, dollface.” he sighed, petting your hair. “Thanks for trusting me.”

“Mhmm…” you hummed in response, threatening to nod off.

“Think this’ll happen again?” he wondered aloud, propping his head up with a bent arm.

“Maybe…” you replied softly, secretly wishing he’d shut up and let you sleep already.

“Well, if it does, we should probably use a condom next time.”

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lovinglokilaufeyson · 1 month

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The Devil You Don't - A.A

Pairings: Spawn!Astarion x Fem!Reader (Mephistopheles Tiefling! Raphael’s Daughter)

Warnings: 18+, Abandonment by parent, Discussion on Loss of a Parent, BG3 Spoilers (set sometime in Act 2), Mutual Pining, Fluff, Angst, SMUT (P-in-V, Fingering), Past Trauma, Not Proofread

Wordcount: 1,971

Summary: You are Raphael’s daughter, who he disowned for her good nature. You are abducted from Baldur’s Gate and receive a tadpole in your head. You have bonded with Astarion, but you are not about to let him ask your father for help. As a reminder, Tav has just revealed to Astarion that she is Raphael’s daughter.

A/N: This is part 2 of “A Devil You Know” as was originally requested in my inbox for Raphael’s daughter reader, who comes off as naïve and innocent, despite a tragic past. If you haven’t read part one, and would like some more context to the story, please feel free to do so here.

Astarion stared in absolute disbelief as you revealed this information to him. “Darling, you can’t possibly be serious” Astarion attempted to brush off your declaration to him, but the glow of your eyes and the gritting of your teeth said otherwise. For the first time, Astarion was able to sense true, deep pain surging through you. It wasn’t something that he often saw coming from you. He had just been told some of the most heinous information in his life, and yet – here he was, more worried about you, presently. If he hadn’t known any better, you looked on the verge of transforming into a dangerous creature.

“Darling, I-” Astarion began to speak, moving closer towards you subtly. “Astarion, I get it. I understand if you don’t want me here anymore, I know I’m his daughter, but you have to know that he has completely and entirely disowned me. I am fairly convinced that the only reason he is following us around is to spite me, I don’t know.” You sputtered on, with Astarion cutting you off a moment later. “Hush, my love.” He was closer to you now, allowing him to place a finger against your lips so they would purse together and mute your words. “There are no explanations needed from you on this.” He released his finger, although you yearned for the fuel of his touch once again.

“It seems to me that my making a deal with Raphael would be the equivalent of you making a deal with Cazador, and darling, I could never let you do that. I’m not usually impressed by people, but you’re stronger than I gave you credit for.” He spoke, seemingly retracting his previous statements about your naivety. “I’m so sorry, my love.” The care in his heart had grown for you substantially within the last few moments. Astarion had judged you incorrectly upon first meeting. Yes, you were a ray of sunshine for him (although without destroying him) you were also that, but in spite of all of the struggles. He admired you for that, greatly.

Astarion lifted you with ease, carrying you to his tent. Although you initially thought that he wished to bed you this evening, his mind was far from that kind of intimacy. Astarion faced away from you on the bed roll, and you traced the vampiric scars that seemingly sealed his fate, while he asked you a variety of questions about your life, and a few about the ritual too. “How did you ever end up in his hands?”

“Well, it’s quite simple, really. My mother passed away, and Raphael was there, ready to take me with him. I know now that it was more than just a mere coincidence that he was there. He wanted to collect what was ‘his’ in order to render himself more powerful.”

“How did your mother die?”

“He killed her.” Astarion’s heartstrings were tugged instantaneously from the thought of you, a young girl, witnessing her mother’s death, before being scooped up by your devil father. “He wanted power and thought that his child would give him the potential for more.”

“So, why did he leave you at that orphanage? Abandon you like that…” Astarion pondered.

“Well, it’s quite simple really. I was too good for him. Too naïve, too inexperienced, too… happy. He didn’t like that I didn’t want to be evil. That I couldn’t be persuaded to be, either.” Astarion peered back at you, enjoying greatly the way that your hands played along his back. “You know, initially I didn’t like that about you either” he joked, teasingly.

“Correct, but you didn’t abandon me at an orphanage.”

“I think I underestimated you, my dear.”

“Perhaps you did, Astarion.”

You switched sides now, cuddling into Astarion’s chest as his arm was wrapped around your form, tracing swirls into your arm with his delicate fingertips. You used your free hand to trace along his chest in various motions. “This is nice.” Astarion spoke suddenly, before clamping his hand over his mouth in embarrassment, his bloodless cheeks turning as red as they possibly could.

“It is nice, Astarion. I agree.” You spoke in a reassuring tone. “However, I think perhaps you’re deflecting from your issue at hand.”

“Oh, the whole, imminent death via a ritual by my evil vampiric master Cazador, that will kill me and my brothers and sisters and grant him godhood? Haven’t thought about it. Darling, he is very powerful.” Astarion spoke, a hint of sadness in his voice.

“I believe in us, more than anything, Astarion. We have overcome great things. We can overcome terrible ones, too. Cazador included.” Your hopefulness on the subject did have some effect on him, but despite that, he still felt sadness from what he had learned. Astarion was merely a pawn to Cazador, but there was a distinct difference now that he had a tadpole lodged in his cranium. He was the missing piece to Cazador’s puzzle.

And you were the missing piece to his.

You slid around, no longer facing him, but he kept his presence known, snuggling up against your backside, his torso flush against your back as he held you closer than he had ever held another. Subtly, you pressed your bum against his pelvis, ever so slightly. “Darling, are you teasing me?”

“Always.” You muttered back, pressing the slightest bit harder. “You cheeky little-” were the only words he used to respond, before nearly instantly slipping your nightgown over your butt. “No underwear either, pet? I know it’s been a while, but you truly are desperate, aren’t you?” He teased, tutting after he spoke.

“Only for you” you answered, which seemed to make Astarion quiver slightly. Only for him? He hadn’t ever had someone that was “his” before. If he was honest, he became jealous when you would stay up late studying with Gale. You said that Gale helped you perform your spells at an advanced level, and that it was for improved accuracy. Typically, these sessions with Gale would come after some sort of catastrophic failure during battle, when you would wound one of your own or the spell would fizzle out soon after casting. He also helped you maintain your concentration spells by testing you.

But confirmation that you were his? He could barely handle it.

“For me?” He spoke, with relative disbelief.

“Of course” you responded, leaving a delicate peck on Astarion’s cheek. The subtle tingling sparked by his nerves left him in awe. You two had been intimate before, but never in such a way. Astarion felt himself becoming timid, especially as the words left his lips “please, let me make love to you.” A small part of him internally cringed, but the other was proud of himself. Astarion wasn’t one to beg, but he had never wanted anything more.

You turned from your previous position so that you could face him. You brought a hand up and through his delectable pale curls, gazing longingly into his crimson irises. “I would love nothing more” you pecked his lips again, letting them linger this time, validating his wishes with your own.

You pulled away and merely nodded, ushering him to move forward. Almost hesitantly, Astarion persistent forward. You leaned upwards in order to slide your nightgown over your shoulders and across the tent, landing on the other side of the bedroll that you shared. “You look delicious, my love.” Astarion remarked, taking in the full experience of your form. He hadn’t truly realized how beautiful you were until this moment. He was so dissociated with his previous sexual escapades with you that he didn’t take the time to admire what was really in front of him.

“Darling, my Gods…” he muttered out as he nearly brought himself to pounce on you, quickly removing his own garments, kissing you feverishly. He broke the kiss a few times to undress, but he kept his eyes on yours persistently. He was with you, and he felt safe. He was so grateful for you. And as far as he was concerned, Raphael needed to watch his back. Any attempts for contact, he would regret.

Astarion focused his attention back to you now, rather than the destruction of the very man who you shared genes with. Astarion felt himself stammering around slightly, anxious to feel you around him again. Somehow, he felt like it would be different this time. His clothes were now scattered atop yours; his hard member being revealed teasingly. “Please, Astarion.” You moaned out, begging for his entrance inside of your canal.

Although he could hardly wait to be inside of you once more, he was also eager to tease. He pressed his index finger against your heat, moving it inside of you gently. He brought his thumb to flick against your clit, and you writhed in pleasure from his actions. “Fuck-“ you groaned as he flicked your nub once more, as you became even wetter than before.

“Astarion, please get inside of me” you begged. With this, he pressured his index finger in you further, and you groaned in response, looking up at him with a subtle smirk on his face. “Your dick, please.”

Astarion removed his finger now, understanding your eagerness. He took his erect member in his hand, guiding it to your vagina. At first he merely prodded the entrance, swirling his tip around it teasingly. Then, he pressed it within, and you gasped “I forgot how big you are.”

“It seems that it’s been far too long, then, my love.” With these words, he slid further in, until his tip reached the end of your canal, osculating your cervix. To this, you mewled from the pleasure. He made a similar groan in from the pleasure, as he felt your passage tighten around him. You took a breath, before he pulled out and pressed inwards again. He brought a finger downwards to play with your clitoris, hoping to provide more pleasure.

“Gods,” you pled once more, and Astarion began pumping in and out of you further, deeper, and faster than before as he felt his own climax building. You squeezed around him tightly, and he gazed down at your bouncing bosom before lifting his head upwards as his eyes rolled to the back of his head with ease from the sensation. He stared back down at you, watching as you panted, but looked back up at him with so much love and adoration in your eyes.

“How close are you, my sweet?” He pondered, and you frantically nodded back at him “so so close.”

“Me too, my love. Cum with me.” Astarion pumped in and out for a few more rounds, before the warm fluid coated your canal, with you squeezing around him, shaking, your own climax approaching steadily.

You writhed with pleasure as Astarion played with your bud still, the feeling of his juices flowing inside of you driving you over the edge. Your lips were soon met with Astarion’s, and you felt your heart flutter as he released, speaking those three little words, everyone’s favorite: “I love you.”

But he truly did mean it. He had never made love to someone before, nor feel so much for another. With you, he did. You felt the same as he did, so you repeated them back to him, “I love you, Astarion.” His name in your voice, following those words? He could’ve sworn he was starving all of his life before he met you. Like he had not truly lived.

You laid down in each other’s arms as you were before, left with slightly more marks from one another than you had previously. He brought another kiss to your lips, and you spoke after releasing “you just can’t keep your hands off of me, can you?”

“Never, my love. Not when you’re you, darling.”

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thecampjuicebox · 6 months

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If you're still interested in writing Raphael smut, then what about Tav purposely being a temptress and playing a slightly different game with Raphael. Tav just chips away at the fiend's composure throughout the day - a languid stretch and moan here, a faint brush against the cambion in passing there - all completely innocuous and innocent things to any observers so Raphael can't really do anything without undercutting his image. By the end of the day Raphael is left so tightly wound up he's ready to pin his little mouse down and ravage them the moment he gets them alone.

I love this! Raphael needing to keep his composure while being essentially tormented throughout the day.. Fuck dude. Let's do this mf thing

A Dangerous Game

Pairing: Raphael x Tav(f)

Rating: 18+ NSFW, Minors DNI

POV: 3rd Person

Warnings: Angst, smut, teasing, choking, fingering, p in v sex, oral

A lavish spread of various meats, cheeses, fruits, and vegetables sits scattered about on silver platters at the dining table. Jewel encrusted goblets are placed at each seat, filled to the brim with centuries aged wine. A feast of kings and gods alike. Raphael circles the table like a hungry kobold, fixing silverware and napkins, straightening linens and plates alike. Raphael takes his meals seriously in the House of Hope, each one a orchestration of epic proportions. Music, exotic flavors and foods, all a work of art. A flurry of sulfur and weave crackles in the air as 4 cambions appear in the hall. Each one tall, muscular, and well dressed. Important magistrates of the Hells. Mouse peeks around the corner from the opposite end of the dining room. Her gaze falls on Raphael first, smiling at his cambion form. The sway of his wings, his four large horns, and the deep red color of his skin all nearly take her breath away. She adores her master. Loves him, even. She'd sit through a thousand boring negotiation meals if it meant being next to him like a trophy.

He always shows her off so proudly, too. Like she's a prize to be won. She feels like one when he places an arm around her waist to pull her close to him once he notices his guests staring. And they often do stare. Raphael dresses Mouse in nothing but the finest silks and velvets, for she's an extension of him after all. If he looks put together and beautiful, so must she. It's often times to his detriment, however. He'll regularly catch himself staring, damn near drooling, when Mouse emerges from their shared boudoir. Today is no different. He almost wishes she'd dressed more modestly for this particular crowd, even if he picked out the dress she has on. Her perky breasts sit high, pressed together to create mouth watering cleavage that shows just above the low-cut neckline of her form-hugging dress. It's one of his favorites. Handmade in the Hells, just for her. He'd asked her to wait behind to wall so he could fetch her, as he loves to make a show out of introducing her to his guests. It fills him with pride. So there she waits, tucked secretly behind a wall across the dining room, watching the guests make small talk with Raphael.

"Raphael. What a spread." One of the cambions booms, his deep voice startling Mouse enough to earn a gasp and the two turn toward her. "Shit." She mumbles, stepping out from behind the wall. She smooths her burgundy velvet dress down over the sides of her hips, eyeing Raphael carefully when she notices him staring with parted lips. "My apologies, Master." Her lips adorn a small grin. The devil pinches the bridge of his nose between his thumb and index finger, shaking his head as the cambion to his right chuckles earnestly. "Pretty little thing, she is." he remarks, and Raphael takes a deep breath to maintain his composure, holding a hand out to beckon Mouse closer. "Do join us." Raphael says kindly. "Lunch is ready, and there's much to discuss."

The group settles around the table, Raphael making sure that Mouse is seated at his side. A soft whisper makes Mouse's ears perk up as she crosses her legs under the table. "Behave yourself." he growls, and a quiet whimper slips past her lips, only audible enough for him to hear. It's just enough to make him shudder and he straightens in his seat, eyes locking with one of the cambions across the table. Conversation begins, talks of negotiations and contracts, painfully boring topics that nearly put Mouse to sleep. She pokes at the large piece of meat on her plate and chews her bottom lip, thinking. Pondering. Surely she could have some fun. Sneaky fingers dance across Raphael's across under the table and his words catch in his throat as Mouse traces featherlight circles down the front of his thigh.

Her fingers leave him as quickly as they came and she keeps her gaze down on her plate, shoving a piece of food into her mouth to stifle a giggle. Raphael keeps his eyes forward, continuing his wavering train of thought. A quiet moan escapes Mouse as she chews her food slowly, eyes rolling back into her head. She takes a quick swig of wine to wash it all down. "This is delicious, Master." she coos. His cock twitches in his leathers beneath the table, and Gods, he's grateful he's seated. Mouse takes another bite, another moan rumbling in her throat, and Raphael nearly falls apart. The other cambions seated just on the other side of the table are lost in their own meals, mumbling amongst themselves as they eat. Mouse pats her lips with her napkin and stands to excuse herself from the table with a quiet "Thank you for the meal".

Mouse lingers around the halls for the rest of the day, brushing past Raphael occasionally, always making sure to touch him in some way. Her ass sliding across his cock as she scoots past him in the doorway, fingers brushing over his sensitive wings while sitting idle, little moans and whimpers as she stretches. Each little thing a piece to a much bigger puzzle. All part of her favorite game. How long can she tease Raphael before he shoves her into the nearest room to relieve himself? He's been surprisingly resilient to her advances today, something Mouse is not entirely used to. Granted, he is incredibly busy. Many guests and contracts to deal with. She herself feels incredibly pent up.

The day comes to a close, and Mouse can't help but hurry herself out of her gown. The sweet relief of her corset hitting the floor earns a heavy sigh. She hunches her back forward to stretch, an involuntary moan slipping past her parted lips. Like a moth to a flame, Raphael rounds the corner, catching Mouse by surprise when he shoves her face first against the wall. One hand slides up her body to fondle her breast while the other circles firmly around her neck. His thumb and index finger press into the arteries there, earning a groan. "You've been incredibly disobedient today, little Mouse. What did I tell you?" His grip on her neck tightens and her eyes roll back into her skull. In an act of defiance, she presses her ass tightly to his crotch, swaying side to side to create a delicious amount of friction. "A dangerous game you're playing.." He growls into her ear, the hand keeping a grip on her breast traveling down further to the waistband of her thin silk underwear.

"Off." He demands, and Mouse obeys, sliding her thumbs into the top of the silk fabric and swiftly tugging them down, wiggling her hips to assist in lowering them. Hasty fingers find their way to Mouse's already soaked cunt, the fingers around her throat keeping a steady grasp on her to keep her still. "Such a good girl." Raphael mumbles as he probes her folds with only his index finger to gather her slick, coating his digit with the fluid and bringing it to his pet's lips. "Suck." His demand is spoken through grit teeth. Again she obeys. Her warm tongue lulls out of her mouth to accept the finger, eyes falling closed as she sucks the taste of herself away. The devil's cock throbs painfully in his leathers and he bucks his hips against Mouse's now bare ass. He removes the finger from her mouth with a wet pop, a thin strand of drool still connecting it to her lips. She grins at the filthy sight.

"Are you going to punish me?' Mouse asks sweetly, lids half open from the restrictive pressure against her neck. Her consciousness wavers for a moment. Trembling fingers find Raphael's wrist and give it a gentle tug, silently begging for mercy from his rough grasp. He's unusually rough today, not that Mouse is complaining. She must've really wound him up. Tortured him in all the right ways. Now he'll have his way with her. Raphael plunges two finger deep into Mouse's quivering hole, pressing firmly into the spongey spot just at her apex. She cries out at the burn, jaw falling slack as he works his thumb in slow circles over her clit. "Hands on the wall." he growls. Mouse flattens her palms to the wall, gasping as Raphael finally releases the death grip on her neck. Her vision momentarily blurs from the combination of pleasure and the blood rushing back to her brain. "F-Fuck.." she whines. Raphael's fingers continue their torturously slow work inside of her cunt and her knees grow weak. A familiar knot tightens considerably quick in her belly. She's close. So close.

And suddenly it's gone. Raphael pulls his fingers away, hand wrapping around his newly freed erection. Mouse keens from the emptiness. Her walls flutter. Her clit pulses with desperation. She needs him like she needs air. A rough hand presses to the small of her back, forcing her forward, ass sticking out in a submissive display. All the while her palms remain flat against the wall to keep her steady. Legs spread. Raphael waits for a moment to admire the sight. Her sopping wet cunt. Her tight little asshole. All on display just for him. Without warning, the tip of his cock probes at her entrance, the sharp sting of the stretch making Mouse hiss through grit teeth. The thrusts begin slow. Calculated. A careful rhythm allowing Raphael to bottom out with each push forward of his hips. His hands wander Mouse's back, ass, hips, and thighs, feeling every exposed inch of her body. Every piece of her that belongs to him.

Soft whimpers and moans grow louder and louder as Raphael's thrusts pick up speed. Eventually finding a bruising rhythm of quick and shallow bucks of his hips, he firmly grasps her shoulders. The fuckin continues. And continues. And continues. Each thrust pushing Raphael closer to his end. He tightens the muscles in his stomach to hold himself back. He's not finished yet. Not even close. In a swift motion, he spins Mouse around and lifts her into his arms, her back pressing tightly to the wall now as he resumes the soul crushing pounding into her cunt. Chests heave in intense pleasure. Nails dig into skin deep enough to leave cuts. Pain swirls with pleasure in a cocktail of ecstasy. "I'm s-so close.. P-Please.." Mouse whines.

Raphael is determined to deliver earth shattering pleasure to his little Mouse every chance he gets. This time is no different. He slides his cock out slowly, the soft squelching noises earning a primal groan from his raw throat. He lifts Mouse up further, legs swinging over his shoulders as he plunges his nose into her cunt. A delicious mix of precum and her sweet nectar coats his stubbly chin. Mouse squeals loudly at the sudden change of sensations. Fingers tangle into Raphael's sweaty hair as he devours his pet, hot tongue lapping furiously at her aching clit and hole. The trembling elf in his arms is near screaming, toes curled as electric waves of pleasure render her powerless. Without warning, her orgasm crashes over her like waves on the shore, and she falls apart in his arms. His tongue continues its circles, only slowing down slightly as Mouse begs and pleads for him to stop. She's overstimulated. Shaking. Exhausted.

The devil can't help but grin as he takes a step back from the wall to move Mouse to a more comfortable location. He tosses her small trembling body onto the mattress and crawls overtop of her, planting soft kisses along her sweaty skin as he ascends toward her lips. The kiss they share is sloppy and reckless, tongues fighting for dominance, teeth clacking together as they envelope each other in hot breaths and saliva. A momentary break in the kiss allows Raphael to whisper quietly "Take a deep breath, my dear. We're not finished here."

#bg3 #baldurs gate 3 #baldur's gate 3 #bg3 fanfiction #fic request #raphael x tav #raphael smut

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crackers4jenn · 4 months

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Jeremy Carver didn't get the respect he deserves in that pollsnatural writers poll. I need to remind y'all who was doing a lot of the heavy lifting when it came to early destiel. Jeremy Carver wrote (or, was credited as the writer) for the following:

3x11 "Mystery Spot" - not a destiel ep, just a banger 👍

4x03 "In the Beginning" - aka the first hint of Cas being sympathetic to Dean. 3 episodes into Cas's existence Jeremy Carver was asking the big questions, like what would it look like if Dean and Cas stared all soulfully into one another's eyes??? I MEAN,

4x20 "The Rapture" - the Jimmy Novak episode. Gave us Dean's tranquil fishing dream, Cas's note-passing interruption. Gave us all the conflict of Dean witnessing Jimmy Novak in place of Cas. Gave us that mic drop "I learned my lesson while I was away, Dean. I serve Heaven, I don't serve man. And I certainly don't serve you" hell of a walk-off line.

5x03 "Free to Be You and Me" - do I even need to expand on this one??? "I need your help because you are the ONLY one who will help me," Thelma and Louise quote, Bert and Ernie quote, "you are not gonna die a virgin," the Raphael confrontation, etc etc Dean tells Cas it's the happiest he's been in years!!!

5x08 "Changing Channels" - another classic episode that's great even without the undercurrent of destiel. But undercurrent there is. One of the recurring themes of the episode is Dean being worried about what Gabriel's doing to Cas. Plus, helloooo, "pretty boy angel" Jeremy Carver's horniness for Misha CAME THROUGH.

5x18 "Point of No Return" - do you all not remember "last person who looked at me like that, I got laid" do you all not remember "I gave EVERYTHING for you, and this is what you give to me????" do you all not remember "what the hell happened to him? / "me"???? And a sidenote: do you all not remember Cas carving a banishing sigil into HIS OWN CHEST?????? Again I say, Jeremy Carver's crush on Misha CAME THROUGH.

8x01 "We Need To Talk About Kevin" - I'm pretty sure at this point JC became showrunner, so there was a ~shift in the blatancy of destiel in his writing, but still. This ep is the start of the Purgatory flashbacks, the first peek at Dean's guilt over Cas not making it out with him.

8x23 "Sacrifice" - the 'ET goes home" bar scene, the dozens and dozens of pages worth of meta about cupid and the arrows and the two dudes falling in love in front of Dean and Cas.

9x01 "I Think I'm Gonna Like It Here" - Dean's "please, man, I need you here" prayer to Cas, which miiiight be the first time he prays to Cas seriously. Their v. soft phone call sometime after where Dean is just as worried for Cas as Cas is for him. Plus, hey-o, would it be a Carver episode without objectifying Misha in some way? This is the ep with the infamous laundry scene, of Cas shucking off his clothes in a very poignant loss-of-identity horny way.

9x23 "Do You Believe in Miracles?" - uh, ever heard of "to save Dean Winchester. That was your goal, right? I mean, you draped yourself in the flag of heaven but ultimately it was all about saving one man" which is pretty much a Castiel thesis statement dropped casually as dialogue.

10x01 "Black" - okay, picture this, Cas is depressed and lying wantonly atop a bed, clad only in a robe that's open juuuust wide enough his chest peeks through. To Sam, he wistfully admits "I miss him" as they tiptoe around the subject of Dean. Fanfic, you say? No, Jeremy Carver.

10x23 "Brother's Keeper" - there's a deleted scene of Cas showing up in Dean's dream, bloody and beat up, introduced by the bartender as Dean's "admirer." Not to mention! Winchester Derangement Syndrome. Not to further mention!! Shattered at the altar of Winchester.

11x01 "Out of the Darkness, Into the Fire" - gonna let this gif speak for itself:

#in conclusion: 👑#destiel #supernatural #castiel #dean winchester #otp: profound bond

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1000roughdrafts · 4 months

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Supporting Characters x Reader Master List

Lots of stuff in here - Gabriel x Reader, John Winchester x Reader, Rowena x Reader, Charlie x Reader, Donna x Reader, Crowley x Reader, and more (general/no pairings)

Remember that there are some 18+ explicit works, so please heed all warnings!

Gabriel X Reader

💘Coffee Shop ~ fluff, Gabriel is very much alive and just full of surprises, isn’t he?

John Winchester x Reader

Mini Series xx

💚Stop Asking Me To Come Back ~ flangst, kissing; Y/N and John have always had a cat and mouse chase type of relationship, where one runs and the other chases, and vice versa, but typically fall into a Dom/Sub type of relationship. John is tired of the games and when Y/N realizes she wants something more she’s too little too late.

💚Stop Asking Me To Come Back (2) ~ 18+, smut

Wayward Women x Reader

Charlie x Reader

💖Confessions ~ one shot, flangst, heavy topics; You were best friends with Charlie since elementary school. One day, she just vanished. During the years you spent without her, you went down a dark path that brought you onto a road of addiction. Now she has returned to spend a day with you and talk about all the years that have passed without each other.

Rowena x Reader

💖What Happens During Research ~ fluff; no plot, just silliness

💖 You Look Yummy ~ 18+ 100% smut literally nothing but sex

Donna X Reader

💖Don’t Leave Me, Not Again ~ flangst; When a hunt in Minnesota goes awry and the Winchester’s go silent, you ask your ex-girlfriend, Donna, for help

Crowley x Reader

One Shots xx Both 18+ / Explicit

Hush - unprotected vaginal penetration, oral sex (female receiving), BDSM, this isnt ddlg but it kinda has that vibe, a bit of an OOC Crowley,

A Night With The King - Request from Anon: Can I have Crowley flirting with a v nervous and quiet reader? Maybe w a splash of Dean jealousy because he’s been pining after her forever?

General:Supernatual x Reader (no pairings)

💛Cop Car ~ (Dean, Sam, Reader) Drabble; reader stole a cop car and Dean wants to drive it.

💛Saving Dean ~(Dean, Reader, Sam) imagine

💛Live and Let Die ~(Sam, Dean, LittleSister!Reader) angstish,fluff; After years of arguing with your older brothers, they finally let you go out and hunt on your own, but it was nothing like what you expected. After killing your first demon, you call them up for some comfort.

💛Cherry Pie ~ Drabble; Dean loves pie, what else can I say?

💛It’s Time to Let Me Go ~ angst; Raphael has started a war with only one request to end it all: you. Are Sam and Dean willing to let you go to save the world?

💛Hi Dad ~ Drabble; based off of this prompt - “She stared at him, holding her favorite teddy bear in one hand and his pistol in the other. “Hi dad,” she whispered.

💛Little Tree Part One | Part Two ~ Being a sheriff in a small town, you were surprised when a body was found, making it the first murder in over 50 years. The alarm bells really went off when the FBI showed up as quick as they did. Despite your initial thoughts, you were lucky that they had. (completed)

💛 Coming Out - Request from @the-nb-florist "I was wondering if you could make a brotherly sam and dean where the reader comes out as Non Binary? The Reader is like Fem but they identify more with mass stuff. I just want supper fluff and sweet. Thank you so much!!"

#supernatural fan fiction #sam winchester #dean winchester #gabriel x reader #crowley x reader smut #john winchester #john winchester x reader #fluff #angst #charlie x reader supernatural #rowena x reader #donna x reader supernatural #wlw #supernatural fandom #spn #supernatural #supernatural fan fic #fanfic

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slonechnik · 5 months

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I've been raving about the parallels between Antoni Kosiba of the 1981 polish movie classic Znachor and Harrier Du Bois of the hit indie game Disco Elysium to my friend today only to be informed he has never watched the movie and the rush of humilitation was so intense i had to pass it on further down the line so here we are

i feel like it would be prudent to explain the plot of Znachor beforehand but as I am on a bit of a time crunch and don't believe in leaving things in the drafts for later: have a brief rundown here and the movie itself with english subtitles if any of you happened to be interested here

Moving on

I wanted to start it nicely but turns out I don't have the brainpower but just hear me out and LOOK AT THEM

RAFAŁ Wilczur later takes on the identity of Antoni Kosiba, playing Harry we can make him introduce himself as RAPHAEL Ambrosius Costeau (Rafał and Raphael being essentially the same name, Costeau and Kosiba sound a little alike AND Antoni and Ambrosius both start with A followed by a voiceless nasal consonant (dental and bilabial respectively)

Both have mildly to severely questionable facial hair

The fucking bird on on his head tell me Harry wouldnt wear that

BOTH ARE AMNESIAC!! BOTH (WELL TECHNICALLY) GOT THERE WITH A BIG HELPING OF ALCOHOL (to be fair Wilczur got robbed and beaten up but honestly you could say Harry got robbed and beaten up by life itself and kinda by his pre-amnesia self too walk with me walk with me)

Left by their wife/fiance feeling so sad about it they end up drunk out the wazoo

Rafał has a daughter and while Harry doesn't have kids he strikes me as a v much daughter guy which might sound incomprehensible but i know in my heart of hearts im right

Rafał has an assistant whos big jelly of his career successes Docent Jerzy Dobraniecki, Harry has a partner whom he wronged pre-canon and had-has a weird co-dependent aggrieved-divorcelike bromance-relationship with satellite officer Jean Vicquemare

both crazy good at their jobs

both pick these jobs back up even while amnesiac out the wazoo

hobo-adjacent in that you can be a hobocop in DE and Rafał-Antoni Kosiba ends up essentially homeless and wandering after he wakes up with no memories

Rafał goes back to Warsaw to his old job when he discovers his memory, Harry comes back to work at the 41st in a (somewhat questionably) good ending of the game

????

Profit

Rafał-Antoni is kinda a perfect flawless human being and Harrier has like all the flaws and i love him about it and also think its kind of a funny dichotomy

thats it i just needed to get it off my chest

OH LAST ONE: wilczur can be roughtly translated to a wolf dog or a german shepherd and harry is compared to a dog a lot throughout the series

now im done

please watch Znachor, or please play Disco Elysium thanksthanks

#znachor #znachor 1981 #disco elysium #antoni kosiba #harrier du bois #rafał wilczur #harry dubois #riemblings #this is how i learned there is apparently a netflix show remake of znachor too #from 2023 #they already have a love interest issue bc they made him end up with zosia forgetting that doc łucja will appear too apparently #so hey!

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luniidae · 4 months

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~ The Calm ~

Before the Storm

Chapter V

Note: Hi everyone! Here is a new chapter ✨ A little bit more about Luvia's character.

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Did you think that Raphael was done with Luvia's horns ? Of course he wasn't....

It was always the same thing.... Maintaining, squeezing, fracturing, tearing... This had been her daily life for several years. Oh sure, she had everything she could want (although she wasn't one to ask for anything). But that, on the other hand, she had no say in the matter. As a reminder, Dracanists horns had impressive healing properties, and regenerated themselves after a few weeks. In addition, it was an “object” of great rarity, given that almost all of Luvia’s congeners had disappeared.

However, the young girl had never obtained a precise explanation as to Raphael's use of it. The latter had always assured her that it was “doing people a service” without dwelling on the subject.

When she was 7 years old, the young girl didn't ask herself any questions. She had arrived in the House of Hope a year earlier, and all that mattered to her was having a comfortable place to live. But the more the years passed, the more she wondered.

Actually, Raphael hadn't really lied, but he hadn't said everything either. Her horns actually helped people, in some way. But what he didn't talk about was that he used them to lure mortals into signing contracts in exchange for the precious horn. Some were so desperate that they agreed to any conditions without thinking about the consequences.

Most of the time, these were people trying to save a loved one who was seriously ill or on the verge of death. But he also gave it to other demons in exchange for certain favors. In all of Avernus, he was the only one to possess a Dracanist, and he jealously kept her to himself.

However, the repetitive mutilations made Luvia's horns more and more fragile, and the young girl suffered, both physically and psychologically, but also aesthetically. Indeed, they were horribly cracked in places and Luvia's regenerative magic could no longer change anything. Furthermore, she ends up developing a complex about it, to the point of covering the mirror in her bedroom so that she can no longer see her own reflection. Additionally, the process of removing them was increasingly painful, causing near constant pain since she was 10 years old.

If Raphael had been able to show restraint when Luvia had started asking questions, the limits of his patience were quickly reached over time. So she eventually stopped trying.

He didn't seem to listen to her, or pretended to not to. She accepted this for a while, but she quickly got tired of it. She was now 14, and she had the feeling to be nothing but a resource.

She once refused to cooperate when the Lackey came to cut her horn as usual. Surprised, they didn't dare to insist and didn't take anything from her. But they had had been scolded by Raphael, who kindly scolded Luvia right after.

The next month, Luvia shown herself to be more reluctant and the Lackey had struggling to take one of her horns. They didn't dare to complain about it to Raphael, though. They thought that was only a complicated day and nothing more. So it wasn't useful to warn their boss. Anyway, Raphael did notice that the horn was a bit damaged, which made it less powerful.

Several weeks later, the young girl tried again to evade a new cutting session. But this time, the Lackey was more firm, and it was more and more unbearable.

And as the pain increased, she found it more and more difficult to follow Raphael's teachings. She struggled to concentrate, her head was painful, just like her heart whenever she saw the disappointment in His eyes. She did her best, she really did, but it wasn't enough. And she had no one to talk about all of this. She didn't know what she felt... Anger ? Sadness ? Desperation ? What was certain is that is was hurtful.... Especially when the one who requested her mutilation was the one for whom she had the most admiration. But Luvia had enough.

The next time would be the last one.

To be continued

Bonus: The "evolution" of Luvia's horns.

#baldur's gate 3 #bg3 #fantasy #video games #art #artists on tumblr #digital art #bg3 raphael #bg3 fanart #bg3 oc #bg3 fanfiction #bg3 house of hope

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stellaseas · 4 months

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Playing with the idea (oh who am I kidding I can’t resist it will happen at some point) of an Ascended Alt. Fic where Raphael approaches Tav alone before Act 3 when she’s feeling the most confident and makes a new deal with her after he tells them of Cazador’s Ascension plans.

(I just started Act 3 so I don’t know what happens ascension v choosing not to I just know he has to make the choice please don’t spoil!!)

More of a bet than a deal, he wagers that Astarion will become exactly like Cazador if he ascends and whatever ‘love’ that exists between them will change, even if Tav asks him not to. Tav feels strongly that Astarion is changing and wouldn’t treat her as Cazador treated him (plus, my Tav def has issues with pride and definitely gets triggered by Raphael being a man that claims to know more than her, tries to tell her what to do/claims to know her).

Raphael tells her that if he’s right she has to render her services to him once Baldur’s Gate is saved (of course what that entails…well, is up to Raphae). If she’s right…well I haven’t quite figured that cause in this alt fic, Raphael wins. And of course, after that happens and some time has passed Tav and Astarion will have to reckon with it. Tav doesn’t tell Astarion or anyone else about the deal and he only finds out later when it’s too late. 😈

#bg3 #bg3 spoilers #ascended astarion #bg3 raphael #tav x raphael #Raphael is just too delicious a villain

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melancholysway · 2 years

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Serendipity (2007!Raphael x Fem!Reader 5

CHAPTER V: Revelation

——— = a flashback is happening or ending ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ or ====

= perspective change

~ = small time skip

Raph kept his promise. He came by about three days after he said that. A few more weeks passed by, and it’s been around 3 months and change since you and Raphael had become friends.

You still didn’t know about his identity.

Despite this, it didn’t prevent you and Raph from getting close. You thought of it like an online friend, you never saw their face but were close with them regardless.

it became routine for Raphael to visit you. Every three or so days, he would come by during the nighttime, knocking on your window. You of course would open it up happily, and exchange a sweet hello while you conversed over dinner. You knew to keep your best-tasting foods for the nights Raphael would visit, and you would learn new recipes on the nights he didn’t. He stayed longer on nights you didn’t have class the next day, since you were able to stay up longer.

You didn’t exchange numbers the last time, and you cursed at yourself for not doing so. He probably would’ve come back earlier.

Raphael brought it up the next time he came because he had no way of knowing if you were home or not beforehand. So, he wrote his number on a blank page in your Physics notebook while you were passed out sleeping from staying up with him before he left.

As the months went on, you learned about Raphael. You learned small things, like what music he enjoyed.

“Classic rock, always.” He said as you surfed through Spotify on your laptop for songs to play through your speaker.

He talked about his brothers, and it became hard to put a personality to a name, so he told you.

He spoke about Michelangelo or Mikey, who was his loud and crazy brother.

Donatello or Donnie, his extremely smart and talented brother.

And Leonardo or Leo, his reserved and frankly annoying brother.

He later revealed during the conversation that Donatello was the one who brought your camera back to life, and you thought back to that very first time you met Raphael.

Leonardo was currently abroad in South America for reasons unknown. You had a feeling it might have something to do with ninjutsu.

You still kept your promise to Casey of not telling anyone you knew Raphael or that he exists, but it became hard at times when certain things reminded you of him.

— — —

“I love this song!” Jade pops an earbud in your ear as you sit beside her on the train to Times Square.

“I know this song!” You listen as the familiar classic rock song plays in your left ear. It reminded you of your good friend Raph.

“How do you know it? Never took you for the rock type, ya know? Seems that’s all you’ve been into lately!” Jade smiles and looks at you curiously, as you think of an excuse.

You twirl the ends of your hair, “Ah, it popped up in my recommendations once, since then I’ve been into the genre.”

— — —

Raphael had the same issues, too. He realized he hung around you too much when he picked up your lingo and used it around his brothers. But, he didn’t mind it at all.

However, he felt a difference in his mood. He seemed…happier than usual.

And boy, did Mikey notice.

---

“He’s gotta be getting some, dude!” Mikey wiggles his eyebrows to Donnie, who rolls his eyes in response.

Donatello sighs, “Thank you for painting that picture for me, Mikey.” he says sarcastically.

“I like nice Raph, do ya think Splinter’ll find out?” Gathering his small invention from the work table beside Mikey, Donnie ponders his question.

“Not unless you or I say anything. If it makes him less miserable and moody than he usually is, I won’t say a word.” And with that, Donnie heads upstairs to his lab to start his I.T shift.

---

So, Mikey said nothing. As did Donnie.

You had begun to get extremely close to Raph, emotionally speaking.

You longed for him to come over, sometimes you’d spend your nights together on the couch watching a movie until it was time for him to go.

Other times, Raphael would finish saving the city from crime that all he’d want to do was tell you about his night, which was always so interesting that you couldn’t help but be fully invested into what he always said. Depending on Raphael’s mood, you found yourself talking a lot more in depth with him when he was pissed or upset; and vice versa. Other times, he would convince you to hang out outside the apartment and take a spin on his bike to find a nice place in the city to stargaze.

One time, he took you on your first bike ride when you were having a particularly rough evening.

———

“Raph, I don’t get it.” You place your large Calculus textbook on the coffee table in front of you and bury your head in your hands and deep sigh. The big exam for Calculus was tomorrow, and you wanted to get some last-minute studying in by taking a practice exam on the same content. However, when checking it over, the questions you brushed past and quickly answered had been incorrect, and it added up. You wound up getting a 70 on the practice exam, and that wasn’t acceptable to you OR your GPA.

“Ya’ve been at it for an houa,” Raphael cursed at the fact that he didn’t have Donnie’s smarts, otherwise, he would’ve gladly helped you.

You tried to write and redo the problems out, but nothing seemed to be working at this moment. With the stress of the exam, and now that you aren’t getting the problems correct or how to fix it, you were on the brink of a Calc breakdown.

You felt a tear roll down your cheek, and you quickly wiped it away. Soon, your vision clouded and you felt your eyes watering.

“Don’t cry Y/n,” Raphael snaked a supportive arm around your shoulder, and you tried to hide your distress.

“I-I’m not!” Raphael stared at you through his visor, thinking up something to do for you.

You stayed like this for a moment, until he got up.

“Come on, we gotta get ya out of hea’ for a few.” You look at him confused, sniffling and shutting your notebook.

Raphael motions to the fire escape that leads down to the street, “Meet me by that bike there.” Was all he said before disappearing from your sight.

Confused yet curious, you decided you could use a break, and whatever Raph had in store for you had a strong chance of getting your mind off of schoolwork.

You grabbed your sweater and put it on, ready to take on the chilly New York City weather. You shut and locked the door behind you, and made your way quickly downstairs, so Raph wouldn’t wait too long for you.

Once you got outside and we’re greeted with the cool crisp air, you walked toward the bike Raphael said to, and saw him there as well standing by it.

Raph grabs a helmet hanging from the side of his bike. “How about a ride around tha city ta get ya mind off things, yeah?” You could almost feel the grin he was wearing right now, and you smiled at his gesture; yet nervous at the same time.

“I’ve never ridden a bike before, are we really…?”

“Here.” You watched as Raphael stood in front of you and lowered the helmet on your head. It was a perfect fit.

He looks at you for a moment before stifling a laugh. “Ya look ready to rumble,” He took a seat on his bike and revved it up, patting the spot behind him.

You comply and smile faintly as you plopped behind Raphael, automatically putting your arms around his waist for support. You listen as Raph starts his bike, and you tighten your grip slightly in anticipation.

“Do you have a name for it?” You ask before Raph takes off. He looks back at you, confused.

“Name for what?”

You laugh. “Your bike. Like, is it a male, female, in between, no gender?” Raphael takes a moment to think, considering the thought of characterizing his bike never came to mind.

“She rides smoothly yet wild when I want, I love it. I don’t know what I’d name her.”

“How about…Roxanne!” Raphael nods slightly, and you pat the bike now named Roxanne, admiring how clean and scratch free she was.

“Why Roxanne?” He asks. Raph actually really liked the name you chose, he just didn’t know where you got it from.

“Or Roxy. I don’t know; Roxy or Roxanne sounds rebellious and strong, like you. So, poof! Roxanne appears.” Raphael unknowingly smiles at your compliment on his nature, and he thinks of you in the same light. After agreeing on the name, Raph speeds off onto the street, and then starts taking sharp turns to an unknown place, a glint of hope in his eyes. .

“This is so fun, Raph!” You yell over the loud wind blowing against your helmet, your friend laughs in response and takes this as a sign to go even faster. You can tell bike riding is a passion of Raphael’s. Long gone is the stress about an exam, right now, you’re enjoying a night time ride around the city!

You notice the scenery change from busy New York City streets, to back roads and darkness, the view only lightened by the lights on Raphs bike. The many hills he’s driven up never ending. Feeling Raphael slow down, your grip on his waist falters, and he stops the bike by a bare tree.

Raphael helps you off the bike and takes the helmet off of you, revealing your face to him again. “Like what ya see?” He asks. You stare at him, slightly confused.

“You?”

“No.” He laughs. He always liked when you made jokes like this. “Look,” he points to the sky, and as you follow his gloved finger to the direction he was pointing, you let out a slight gasp of awe.

Despite the amount of pollution in New York City, let alone the state, the sight was undeniably beautiful.

Being at the top of a hill gave you the ability to see all of New York City. You, your small body, staring down at a city larger than anything you’ve seen. It looks small to you, but you know the many loops, alleys, streets, twists and turns intertwined together reminds you of how large the city really is. Street lights, building lights, and the faint view of the Empire State Building makes you step slightly closer to the edge, enough to see the bottomless pit in the event you fall. Taking a step back after that thought, you look up at the sky.

The moon seems to look back at you; lighting up your face to amplify your beauty, and you think the same of the moon, too. It’s a gorgeous full moon, the craters prominent on the imperfect sphere that brings the Earth its defining qualities during the nighttime.

You don’t notice Raphael staring at you.

He’s staring at the way the light shines on your face, and your eyes seem to glow with it. You have a look of pure serenity on your face, and that was the whole point of this thing.

Raphael wished he was normal sometimes. He wished he could simply take off his suit and run off into the sunset or something with you after revealing who he really was. To experience different things with you. But, sadly, he wasn’t blessed with a human body, only a mutated turtle one. It was laughable, how peculiar life can be.

His eyes landed on your mouth; your moist lips amplified by the moonlight, shining gracefully. Your mouth is slightly open from the sight, and he couldn’t help but sigh to himself. Raphael was caught up in his world of observing your facial features, he didn’t even realize you had turned to him, only to see he had been staring this whole time. Could you blame him, though? You just look so…

“Beautiful.”

Shit.

Raphael wanted to slap himself. He wasn’t exactly the most confident, and you in particular had made him nervous at times. What if he just said he didn’t mean it like that? Oh, but he did. Or that he meant the sky and not you? No, you just caught him staring. Not only that, but he couldn’t exactly take something like that back, now can he?

“I-…” You massaged your cheeks to try and get rid of the new heat that formed on your cheeks from his compliment. “Thank you, Raph. That means a lot coming from you.” You say softly. You’re unable to see Raphael's face still, and this was the downfall of waiting on the day he’ll reveal himself to you. But you knew deep down he was smiling back at you.

———

You realized you had gotten more invested into this friendship when you started to miss him.

His presence, his voice, his laugh.

It didn’t take much to make Raphael laugh, his laughter was something you enjoyed.

What you both didn’t know, however, was that he’d be less frequent in visiting you in the days and months that followed.

It wasn’t his fault, nor was it yours. It was someone else.

Leonardo.

---

“I think you should give him a warm welcome. He’s been gone for so long, you know?” You sat face to helmet with Raphael on the roof of your apartment building, staring up at the full moon present in the New York City sky. Raph scoffs, and gets up from his spot.

“If he did come back, I wouldn’t know what ta do.”

April had informed Casey she saw Leonardo on her business trip in South America, who then told Raph, who told you. Raphael was pissed that Leonardo didn’t show regret of his lengthy absence from his family.

As you and Raphael spoke to each other, the more you realized he needed someone to spill his worries and problems to. Especially when it came to his home life.

You sighed and stared at Raph. “Well, how do you think Donnie and Mikey would feel if he comes back?”

The amber-eyed vigilante stares back at you through his visor and ponders your question.

“Those two are so caught up in their work lives that if Leo came back, it’d reset everythin’. I hate ta admit it, but I miss…us. Tha way shit used ta be.”

Raphael would never admit it out loud, but he does miss his brother, you realized that much. He had a hard time admitting certain feelings he had, because he always had a wall up around his brothers, an emotional wall. The only person who could break it down before you was his father and Sabrina.

“I think Leo coming back would be better for you. If it means that things will be like they used to be.” You bask in the moon's light for a moment before continuing.

“You’re used to how life is without him, but him coming back I think would help bring Donnie and Mikey out of their stressful work lives. You with your vigilante hustle, too. You constantly put yourself in danger every time you put on that suit, all for the sake of people's safety. You carry the world's problems on your shoulders, Raphael, you shouldn’t have to deal with it alone.”

“How do you always do dat?”

“Do what?” Raph sits beside you and puts an arm around your shoulder. You feel the familiar rush of heat go to your cheeks from his touch, and you savor it.

“Ya always find the right words. What ta say. What I need ta hear. Ya sound like my fatha sometimes, old and wise.”

“I am NOT old Raph!” You push his side playfully and giggle, as he pulls you closer and laughs.

It’s moments like these that you really wish Raph would show you who he was. It was also moments like these that you came to the conclusion you developed some type of feelings for the mystery man.

You’d fallen.

You’d fallen for a person who you didn’t even know what they looked like.

You realized it when butterflies invaded your midsection everytime Raph texted you that he was stopping by, or when he would talk; his deep accent putting you in a trance. When he would touch you in a friendly way, and you had hoped it would turn into more than just companionship.

Despite the terrible things you experienced that night you met Raphael, it brought you to this point in your life with him in it. Someone who would randomly text you wondering if you were home so he could stop by. Someone who would stay up and watch movies with you or who would take you on night rides through the city on his motorcycle. Someone who would listen to you, because you did the same.

And sometimes, all you both needed was someone to listen, when it seemed like nobody else would.

So, you deemed that fateful night as luck. A lucky accident.

A happy accident.

Serendipity, if you will.

———

Back to Raphael’s family dilemma: Leonardo was back.

The oldest brother was so caught up in his own little world, that he forgot about everybody else.

So when he returned home without a heads up, Raphael didn’t know what to feel. Who did Leo think he was to just leave then show up when it suits him?

Not only that, it was Leo’s job to whip the team back into shape before they can fight as a team again.

“Leo’s back, say hello before he leaves again.” Raph wakes up Donnie and Mikey by shaking them lightly. He skipped the happy family reunion with his brothers, and went up to his room.

He had so many emotions going through him, that he didn’t know what to do without talking to you about it.

“He’s back, Y/n.” Raphael typed quickly and sent it to you, to which you reacted by sending a picture of Surprised Pikachu as your reply moments later.

“Wellll??? How is it?” You texted back.

Raphael couldn’t stand texting, so he called you instead. The usual one or two rings before you quickly picked up was routine.

“Hey, Big Red, how you feeling?” You greeted him with the usual nickname, hoping to lighten the mood for him.

“Not sure, Damsel.” Ever since you had started calling him Big Red, Raphael realized he needed to find a nickname for you, too.

You came to using Big Red since Raphael’s frame was much bigger compared to yours, and when you asked him an ice breaker question one night regarding his favorite color, he said red. Thus the name: Big Red.

You and Raphael had become accustomed to calling each other by your nicknames, as it was just another way of you both teasing each other.

“I'm not a damsel, Big Red. It was one time!” You earned a soft laugh from Raphael on the other end.

“I don’t know…it’s…weird. It’s definitely gonna be hardah’ ta sneak around here and be tha Nightwatcha.” Raphael’s whisper almost sounded like he went mute at the last part, as a precaution just in case someone wouldn’t hear him admit he was the famous vigilante if they passed by his room.

“I can’t imagine how Leo would react if he found out, ya know?” Raphael huffs and lays down on his hammock, wondering what you’d say.

“Eh, you’re pretty good at keeping secrets from what I know, Raph.” You hint at his hidden identity, to which his scoffs.

“Yeah, yeah, whateva Y/n. Listen, it’s gonna be much harda for me to see ya, I don’ want ya thinkin’ I’m doin’ it on purpose. Ya know I like spendin’ my nights with ya.” He says regrettably. It hurts that Raph has to keep you a secret from his family, but at the same time, it’s better this way. It’s bad enough Leo’s come back, and he’s going to be doing everything in his mutant turtle body to keep the team together and focused.

You blushed at the last part. Raphael made it beautifully obvious he liked seeing you and being in your presence. He had an obvious flirtatious side to him. You loved that you had someone there who made you feel special, and you did the same.

“I’ll miss you coming over here almost every night.” You sigh as you reminisce about all the times your vigilante friend came over to your small apartment. You learned a lot about Raphael during that time. From the music you listened to together, to the food you ate (you found out he likes Japanese and Chinese food the most,) to sitting with each other for God knows how long to talk to each other about anything either of you are dealing with.

“I…hold on.” You hear what sounds like Raphael getting up on the other end, and a door open, followed by a thud.

“What tha…Mikey!” Raphael’s voice boomed on the other end, with groans from someone that wasn’t him.

“Uh…hi?” After hearing an audible slap, you hear Raph sign on the other end, “Give me a sec,” And with that, the line was cut.

===

“You were spyin’ on me weren’t cha?!” The red clad turtle stopped his little brother from escaping his room after being caught listening in on the conversation, and Michelangelo was stuck.

The orange clad turtle recovered from falling face first on the floor. “Maybe? Dude! You’ve been different lately, I had to find out why!”

“Have ya eva heard that curiosity killed tha cat, numb nuts!?”

“Yeah but, satisfaction brought it back,” Mikey smirked, earning a glare from his brother. “and I’m a turtle…ow!”

“What tha hell were ya spyin’ on me for!?”

“I won’t tell Splinter! I swear it!” Mikey puts his hand on his heart, sweating an oath to not tell his master of Raphael defying his orders.

The baby blue eyed turtle and his brother stand in silence for a moment, before he breaks it. Wiggling his eyebrows, he grins, “So…Y/n, huh?”

“Get out!” With that, Mikey’s attempt at diving deep into Raphs personal life has failed, and he’s now kicked out of his brother's room.

‘Shit.’ Raphael huffed. Great. Just great. Now, Mikey knows about his little friend. Michelangelo was notorious for having a loud mouth, and it’s only a matter of time before he accidentally blurts out his secret.

He knew he would be walking on thin ice for the next few weeks.

===

You waited for Raph to call you back, but he never did. Instead, he shot you a quick text saying he wouldn’t be able to for a while, to which you frowned at. You didn’t know his living arrangements, but you concluded that he just needed some time. Leo was back after all.

Engulfing yourself in your bed sheets, you drifted off to sleep; hoping to hear from Raphael soon.

~~~~

“What’s wrong, Y/n?” Jade flops beside you on the couch and flips on the TV. Sighing one last time, you turn your phone over and put it on Do Not Disturb.

“Nothing.”

A whole 5 weeks had gone by, and you heard nothing from Raphael.

Not only that, but you haven’t seen him either.

You winded up texting him randomly one night, but received nothing.

“Hey! Just wondering if you’re able to swing by tonight? We can order from that sushi place, Big Red.”

The day after, you tried calling him, but he didn’t pick up. It seemed as if Raphael fell off the face of the earth, and you were determined to find out why.

Saying goodbye to Jade and walking her to the elevator, you made your way toward Casey and April's apartment.

====

Raphael hated this.

Leonardo being back was one thing, but now he’d have to walk on eggshells around him to keep up his vigilante antics? Not only that, but it’d be risky to even pay you a visit.

Unbeknownst to you, he was closer than you thought. Literally.

Here he was, the same night, lying in the middle of Casey and April's apartment after passing out from a poisonous dart. He took the hit for Casey’s sake, although it was Casey’s fault they were caught.

———

“And now we got walking statues?! You got a plan for those?!” Casey whispers beside Raphael from the rooftop. They watch as a group of people who seem to be stone capture a gigantic bat.

Looking down, Raphael chuckles. “Hey, those are a first for me too. Who knows, they might be friendly.”

Suddenly, the largest stone man flattens the bat with his hammer, putting him to sleep.

Casey steps back. “Haha. Friendly.”

Squinting his eyes, Casey Jones seemed to recognize the stone men and one female below him. He took a step closer to the edge of the rooftop.

“Hmm.” Casey thought to himself.

They looked just like…

“Woops.”

“Way ta go, Jones.”

The statues noticed the debris falling from above them, and stared right at Casey and Raphael, who’d seen everything they were doing.

“Witnesses!” One of them snarled. Foot soldiers shot darts directly at them, and seeing one was aiming straight at Casey, Raphael thought quickly and stepped in front of his bud.

“I don’t feel so good.” Raph felt his eyelids become heavy, but remembered the situation him and Casey were in. Throwing a smoke pellet on the ground, Raphael disappeared. Casey followed behind, and was pulled into a nearby closet on top of the roof.

One of the statues had been following, and forcefully banged on the door to the room they were in. Luckily, Raphael and Casey were strong enough to fend it off before the police helicopter light shined on the unknown figure, before it fled the scene.

As soon as the adrenaline came, it quickly left Raphael’s body as he fell to the ground unconscious.

———

Finally being able to walk, Raphael sits beside Casey on the couch along with the three brothers. He avoids looking at Leo, and sighs.

Now they have to deal with some random immortal guy and his stone generals? Really? Although it’s a weird situation, Raphael is still somewhat excited to get back into fighting someone other than low life criminals.

Oh, how he’d wish to see you right now. He was so close to you he could almost sense your presence.

“Well, now I know who to thank for tha shot in the arm, so where do we find Winters and his stone assholes?”

“We’re not going anywhere until we get Splinter's blessing.” Leo scowls at his younger brother. Shooting Leo a cold stare, Raph stands up to his brother.

“What tha hell?! You’ve been gone for damn near two years, and ya expect us ta sit on our asses while shit like this is happenin?! Tha hell is that, Leo?!”

“Listen, Raph-“

Just as quickly as the argument between the two brothers started, it was shut down in an instant. A sudden knock at the door had turned everyone mute.

“Hey…Casey? I heard April's back!”

Oh. Fuck.

Immediately recognizing the sound of your muffled voice, Raphael’s eyes widened. Going up to the door, Casey sighed quietly.

“Hey, Y/n. Listen, now’s not really a good time…” Trailing off, Casey listens intently through the door to hear your response.

“Oh, sorry, Casey. One more thing I had to ask though, have you seen Raphael?”

Leonardo’s confused face soon turned into disappointment as he looked at his brother. Donatello had the same look as well, and Michaelangelo couldn’t help but snicker.

“Busted!” He whispered and nudged the red-banded turtle, who put him in a headlock to shut him up.

“I haven’t spoken to him today, I’ll let you know if I see him soon, okay?”

And with that, Casey heard the familiar footsteps recede across the hall followed by the sound of a door shutting close.

Something was especially fishy.

That was definitely the sound of Raphael’s voice. There’s no way it wasn’t. It also sounded like there were more people in the apartment than just him, being as though you seemed to knock at a particularly heated moment.

He said Leo, was he there?

Although it may be one of the reasons why he hasn’t shown up to your apartment, it doesn’t excuse the fact that he hasn’t texted or called you in almost a month.

Heading back to your apartment and closing your door shut, you plopped down on the couch upset.

Have you done something wrong? Raphael completely left you in the dark with only a thought that you had done something to him. But, what was it?

Casey seemed to play off the fact that Raphael was in his apartment instead of confessing that he was.

All of this got you upset, what did Casey gain from lying? And what was Raphs deal of ghosting you completely?

So, you had decided to get out more. Spend some time with Jade and even Teddy to get your mind off of the memories you had made with Raph in your home. Everything reminded you of him; the couch, the songs you played, your Calc textbook for god's sake. Everything!

The more you got out of your tiny apartment, the more the memories of Raph seemed to fade away.

You didn’t want them to, but he wasn’t putting forth much effort to see you, now was he?

So, when you saw him nearly a month after he had ghosted you, it caught you by surprise.

It had been totally uncalled for, he wasn’t expecting to see you like this.

Especially because once again, an occasion of pure serendipity had revealed him to you.

The real him.

“Yeah, I can come in today. See you then.” Hanging up the phone, you make your way to your closet that holds your waitress uniform for Jimmy's Diner. Just your luck, the only other waitress for this Friday evening shift had called out, and you were asked to come in. Seeing as though you weren’t doing anything- finals week was over, the semester ended, and onto a prolonged break until the next one was ahead of you, why not take the shift? Besides, you could always use the extra money.

Following the weeks and soon months from when you’ve last seen or heard from Raphael, you decided to just drop it. You had thought of some crazy conspiracy in your head as to why he hadn’t spoken or texted you, but still was able to continue (very subtly) his Nightwatcher persona. Although it was much less than it was in the past, the Nightwatcher continued to stop crimes whenever he could.

Later on, you’ll realize that taking this shift would be the best decision you’ve ever made since being in NYC.

Quickly taking a shower and getting dressed in your uniform, you pat Stella on the head as a goodbye and head out of your apartment building. Completely oblivious to the odd aura in the air tonight.

“Another coffee?” You ask the man sitting on the barstool in front of you. He smiles and puts out his empty coffee mug, getting lost in his newspaper with the Nightwatcher headlining.

It’s pretty dead for a Friday night. Usually, groups of friends would come and hangout during this time, but it seems the only people here today are the man reading in front of you, and the cook.

Bored out of your mind, you grab your phone out of your pocket and text Jade. Knowing her, she’s probably passed out on her bed, catching up on the sleep she missed during the past semester. Putting your phone back in your pocket, you do mundane tasks: wiping the tables, clearing tables of past groups that came in before you clocked in, and chatting it up with the chef, Judd. He’s a pretty cool dude, he boasts about how he has kids in college; community college.

Huffing, you stare at the clock realizing it's only been an hour and a half. Working from 7pm to 12am seemed it’ll be the slowest of the slow. After chatting it up with Judd, you decide to get a breath of fresh air from the outside. . You take a breath of the polluted February atmosphere, and watch as the moonlight shines upon the many cars driving to God knows where in the street. The sounds of police sirens, cars honking, and overlapped chatter of passersby fill your ears, and it's all you can hear.

You look up at the crescent moon above, then glance at the rooftops. You can faintly see a figure standing above the building but can’t make out who or what it is. You never knew the reason people chose the rooftops to look down on the city, but after meeting Raphael, you finally knew why. It’s the perfect view of everyone and everything. The beautiful skylight, how tiny everyone below you look, and the serene feeling of looking at the vast land you’re inhabiting. Raphael was always fond of the city he lived in, and you grew to love it just the same.

As you took one last look and went back inside the diner, you noticed that Judd was gone from the Front of House. The man was still reading his newspaper and sipping his coffee idly. The soft music continued to play, before it was interrupted by a roaring scream coming from the Back of House.

You jolted up, anxious to see what had happened. Suddenly, Judd slammed open the revolving kitchen doors and sank under the counter, pressing the panic button underneath viciously.

“Uh, are you okay?” You ask, staring down at the middle aged cook. He shakes his head and continues spamming the panic button to notify the cops.

“No! There’s a monster in there! We need the cops! Where are the cops!? Why haven’t the cops come yet?!” He yells hyperventilating. You were suspicious of this so-called “Monster” but honestly, you weren’t buying it.

Instead of waiting under the table for the cops, you decide to investigate. This boring night had the potential to become the slightest bit interesting.

You walked through the kitchen, and stopped in front of the walk-in freezer. There was an obvious rustling noise coming from the opposite size of the door, and curiosity seared through your body. You turn the handle to open the door, and the cold frosty wind immediately tickles your face as you try to see through the frost. As your vision clears, you can clearly see a small, red...thing. You’re not sure what it is, but it has its back facing you. He seems to be chittering and munching on a piece of frozen meat from the bottom shelf. He looks like a little devil, actually. He has a little tail, and if this wasn’t abnormal to you he would seem like a cute creature. Shocked, you slowly back away, careful not to trip or make any noise to alert him.

Closing the door softly, you’re greeted with the warm sensation of the air outside the freezer. You speed walk back over to Judd, who pulls you under the counter with him.

It seemed as though a whole hour went by, when realistically it was only 20 minutes. The cops still weren’t here, and Judd was freaking the hell out. You thought about Raphael. Maybe he would be able to handle it? But, if you gave him a call would he even answer?

Unlocking your phone, you flip through your contacts, landing on Raphs name. Your finger seemed to hover above the call button, there was a big chance he wouldn’t pick up, but a tiny chance he might.

You mustered the courage to press it, but the entrance door swung open just before you were.

Judd was much bigger and taller than you were, so whoever did come inside would only see him, as you were basically hiding behind him.

Heavy footsteps seemed to get closer and closer with each step, the slight creaking from the wooden floor accompanying them. They sounded so familiar to you that it took everything for you not to leave your spot.

“Don’t get up, I’ll serve myself.”

‘No way.’ You thought to yourself.

A sudden twist of fate had led up to this moment.

The Nightwatcher was here,

Raphael was here.

He walked right past you both, and didn’t seem to notice you. The short glimpse you got of Raphael before he disappeared into the kitchen brought back so many memories.

While seeing him gave you nostalgia, it also pissed you off.

So, why not confront him?

Months worth of not seeing or hearing from him until now by pure chance was an extreme twist of fate. This was an opportunity, and you weren’t going to let it out of reach.

You had decided to wait a bit, because there IS an actual monster in the freezer, and you didn’t want your small reunion to get ruined by it.

Sneaking into the kitchen, The Nightwatcher was nowhere to be found. It was quiet for a bit, and you tiptoed around for any sign of him.

That was, until, a large figure was thrown onto the floor, a loud crash following after. Surprised, you duck into a corner where you can’t be seen, behind the large sink. You watch in shock as Raphael gets up and dusts himself off, groaning in pain. You decide to watch the show, I mean, seeing Raph get tossed around like a rag doll was funny to see, especially because he deserved it.

You watch his large figure get back up, and the small monster latch onto Raphs back, silently giggling as he tries to peel the creature off of him.

He was thrown onto floors, hit against the fridge, pushed onto counters, and even smacked on the head by this tiny, innocent being.

It seemed like forever, watching Raphael get his ass kicked by something so little, it was almost comical that you just so happen to be witnessing it all in 4K.

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Raphael tried to think quickly of a solution to get him out the kitchen. He wasn’t concerned with killing the damn thing, just steering him away. This monster had a direct correlation with Winters, and it's best if nobody knew about the current situation. Not only that, but monsters were still running around Manhattan. He remembered a few weeks ago when Leo tried to whip the team back into shape one night, and they winded up getting their asses kicked by one big fuzzy blue beast. Splinter had found out, and gave Leo a stern lecture about leadership.

It looked as though Raphael was out of the clear, until you knocked on Caseys door in the middle of a family feud between him and Leonardo. He felt the feeling of guilt wash over him. He really left you, huh?

That was the worst thing he could do. It was selfish of him, he knew that. He couldn’t imagine how you were feeling. The nights you guys spent together talking, flirting, opening up. It was the period of something special.

So, this beating he’s getting by this tiny monster? 100% deserved.

Especially after the small argument with his brother before coming here.

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“Raph, who the hell is Y/n?” Leonardo asks sternly. He stands, arms crossed and eyebrows ridged in confusion. Raphael had just finished working out in the dojo, and was on his way to take a shower before attempting to sneak out for his vigilante work.

“She’s nuthin’ ta worry about, Fearless.” He simply states.

“Well Raph,” Raphaels brother starts, “She is my concern, if it means someone knows about our family. My god, has Splinter's words taught you nothing?!” Leonardo took the cake for the most skeptical and untrusting member of the group. Raphael was a more benefit-of-the-doubt guy, Mikey was always open to new people, and Donnie seemed to read people well to tell what their intentions were.

“Aren’t ya sick and tired of tha same old shit!? There’s nuthin’ wrong with goin’ out and talkin’ ta people otha than April and Casey!”

“That may be true,” Leo remembered Sabrina and sighed, “Except you’re risking the safety of our family Raph! What were you thinking?! You know we’re not normal, and we never will be!”

“Don't start ya shit Leo, I haven't risked anythin’. She doesn't even know what I look like.” Leo steps back, confused. How the hell doesn't this girl know what Raphael looks like?

“What is she? Blind? or something?”

“Whateva’ helps ya sleep at night.” And with that, Raphael heads to his room to grab his duffle bag to begin his night as The Nightwatcher.

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Already heated, Raphael was taking all his anger out on this tiny monster, but it seemed to backfire. He had to think quickly of what to do before the monster caused more damage than he already has.

He frantically looked around the kitchen, completely oblivious to the fact that someone was watching him, before hearing the monster's stomach grumble faintly. Groaning, he clutches his empty stomach in pain, which sets off a bulb in Raphaels brain. Diving in his pocket, he fishes out a few smoke pellets and clutches them in his left hand.

“Are ya hungry, lil fella?” Waving the pellets in front of him like it was a pet, the monster growls in response and charges after Raphael, only stopping suddenly when the pellets are thrown into his mouth.

The creature stops for a moment, before feeling a heat built up inside him, as smoke begins to come out of him from every part of his body, and he cries out in pain. He bounces everywhere in panic, trying to alleviate the heat of the smoke, and powerfully knocks down Raph in the process of running away.

“Ugh…that was different.” Raphaels vision is slightly cloudy, and he looks around for his helmet that the small monster just knocked off, getting a breath of clear air in the process. He notices the helmet has slid into a corner of the kitchen and walks over to it. He bends over to pick it up, but freezes after hearing a slight gasp coming from behind the sink.

“Shit.”

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It’s hard to see Raphael at first, as you heard the sound of his helmet fall to the floor. You’re still not moving from your spot, especially now as the helmet is right in front of your hiding spot.

You hold your breath, and watch from behind the sink as Raphaels footsteps get closer, and all you can see is his waist down.

That is, until he bends down.

He bends down to pick up his helmet, and you finally get to see what he looks like.

Gasping, you take in his features.

He wears a red bandana around his amber colored eyes, and his skin is an emerald color, which seems to fit really well. He’s a…turtle.

He's a turtle.

A walking, talking, turtle. But, a mutated, able-bodied turtle.

The same turtle that’s been in your apartment. The same one that fights crime and practices the art of ninjutsu.

The same one you felt a deep connection with. He’s here. And although seeing his face was by pure chance, you were relieved that he wasn’t some serial killer or 40 year old that was lying about their age.

So, this is what Raphael has been hiding from you this whole time?

The brothers he talks about must all look like this too, then.

It explains a lot, really. Why Casey and April never mention them during conversation, and why Casey was so adamant about not telling anybody you knew.

The pieces of a confusing puzzle you were determined to figure out finally put themselves into place, and it was a relief.

This small victory of yours was short lived, as your hiding spot had been found, and you became face to face with Raphael.

His shocked, confused, and nervous golden eyes met your e/c ones, you were face to face with the real Raphael.

If you were being honest, Raphael made his appearance seem much more daunting than what he really was. Maybe it’s because you got to know the person he was, but he was just a mutant turtle with the capability to feel human emotions and struggled dealing with them. His appearance wasn’t nauseating, disgusting, or ugly. He wasn’t normal, but he wasn’t ugly. He never could be, not to you or anyone who got to know him. He absolutely was not ugly.

“Y-Y/n?” He managed to choke out, his breathing became erratic, and he was practically shaking from you seeing his real self. His breath waved over you, and you enjoyed the cold, minty waft of air.

“Y…yeah…hey, Raph….” You noticed how his eyes never steered away from yours, almost as if he was trying to see your reaction.

“Hey…” You weren’t sure how to feel. He definitely wasn’t human, but he was still Raphael. He kept a big secret for a long time, and then left you hanging.

You smiled at him, signifying that you accepted what he was, and that it didn’t change a thing.

“I-...I missed you.”

“I…” Raphael looked for the words to say, but it was interrupted when sirens could be heard. Quickly putting his helmet back on, he stepped away from you and ran out of the kitchen.

As quickly as you saw him, he was gone.

Getting up from your hiding spot, you kick a nearby box in anger. Months and months after not seeing Raph, you only get a ‘hey’?! What the fuck? Had you not seen him tonight, who knows when you would've seen him eventually.

Now, you were desperate.

Desperate for some kind of closure, you knew just the person to see.

Dialing that familiar number, you hear your good friend pick up.

“Casey? Hey, I know it's late but I have a lot I need to tell and ask you.”

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“Please don't hurt me, big guy, I got kids…in college. Community college.” Raphael rolls his eyes at the chef cowering under the bar table and tries to hand the cash register that was damaged by the monster back to him.

“Why does everyone think I’m tha bad guy!? I just saved ya life!” Raph argues, before being interrupted by a dagger flying into the register. He looks around, confused, before seeing a silhouette on a nearby rooftop.

Sighing, he drops the money holder, “This night just keeps gettin’ betta and betta.”

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“So, you saw him?” Casey sits beside April on the couch after handing you a glass of water. After hanging up earlier, Judd was talking with the cops, and told you that you could go home.

You take a sip and frown, “Yes, but…the real him.” April’s eyes widen, and Casey does the same.

“You saw…Raph…?” The jet black haired male asks, shocked.

“Yep…turtle and all. He saw me see him, then just…left,” You curl up on the couch and bury your face in your hands, “Without a word. All I wanted was to see him, Jones.”

“It’s a little more complicated than that, Y/n. Especially with his brother, Leo.”

“Why couldn't he just tell me that? Why did he keep himself a secret?! He knew I would’ve accepted him, we had that conversation before!”

THAT conversation. You remember it really well, and so did Raphael.

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“I know you hide your identity from me for a reason, but you know I wouldn’t judge you based on looks, right?” You sit up on the rooftop and continue staring at the stars with Raphael, who laughs.

“If ya only knew, sweetcheeks.”

“I’ll see you eventually, you know. I just want you to know that I’m not a shallow person. I’m not gonna suddenly stop talking to you just because of what you look like, Raphael.” You smile up at him, and he scoffs.

“I know ya aren’t shallow, Y/n. You’ve made me feel pretty comfortable, even though ya don’t know what I look like under all dis.”

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Yeah, you directly told Raph that you wouldn’t judge him for whatever he was hiding underneath.

“It wasn’t just him he was keeping a secret, it was his family, too.” April says, “They don’t know anyone else but me and Casey, and that’s because they trust us.”

“Trust?” You thought that was stupid. Did Raphael not trust you after all this time? He probably thought you were shallow, then.

But why? You had slowly made your way into his tiny friendship space, spent time together, and opened up. If he didn’t trust you, he wouldn’t have opened up, would he?

“Did Raphael not trust me, then?” You frowned, feeling a heat rise in your cheeks, and your vision blur, tears forming and begging to be let out.

You cried, but for good reason.

Spending as much time as you did with the red-banded turtle, and he didn't trust you after all this time? It was funny, actually. Because you grew to trust him with your life if it came down to it. You made sure he was comfortable and didn’t overstep boundaries, and he didn’t trust you? After all this time, he didn’t trust you?

What a piece of shit.

You wondered what type of life he’s lived, though. The things he went through, the things he wasn’t able to experience. He vaguely described his pastimes and life, but after seeing his true face tonight, there was definitely more to Raphael than you originally got to know.

Time seemed to go by in your neighbor's apartment. April and Casey weren’t sure how much they should tell you and only limited it to what they knew when they first discovered the mutant family.

They spoke of the different brothers, leaving out where they lived, and how they had a rat sensei. They spoke about Leo and Raphs feud, Leo’s absence, and how much it affected Raphael. How upset he was when Leonardo left, and how he hated seeing crime go on and nobody do anything about it.

So it made sense why Raph didn’t want Leonardo to find out about you. Leonardo wanted no secrets in the family, and another human in their lives would complicate things.

Not just for them, but for you, too.

The people who would be after you to get to the turtles. April could tell you how the Foot would kidnap her and use her as a pawn to get to them.

You took all of this in, everything being completely new to you, until April’s cell phone rang.

You couldn’t hear who it was on the other line, but judging by April’s expression, it wasn’t good.

“We’ll be there shortly.” Ending the call, she takes a deep breath, “It’s about Leo…Winter's group took him…the guys need our help.” April quickly gathers her things and Casey does the same, looking at you sympathetically.

“I’ll talk to Raph. He’s probably more mad with himself.” You shoot a confused look toward Casey, “He’s kept a big secret from you knowing you would find out, and he probably doesn’t know how to handle talking to you after you saw who he really is and after ignoring you for months.”

“You think that’d help?” You ask, hopeful. What you needed was to tell Raphael how much you accepted him no matter what species he was. Not only that, but you were somebody he could trust, and he along with Leonardo could be the most skeptical members on the team at times, but he had nothing to worry about when it came to you.

His secret was safe with you.

His family’s secret was safe with you.

And what you wanted the most was Raphael to feel safe with you, as you felt with him.

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FIGHTING GAME TIMELINE 2024

Fighting game timeline (Note: This runs concurrently with the Assassin's Creed timeline) https://assassinscreed.fandom.com/wiki/Timeline

November 30 1524, Ezio Auditore passes away

1583- Events of Soul Blade, Sophitia and Taki def Cervantes 1586- Events of Soul Calibur 1 Kilik/Xiangua def Seigfried

1590: Soul Calibur II, Raphael destroys Soul Edge’s Core, Siegfried finishes the job 1590-1591: Events of Soul Calibur III/IV: Mitsurugi’s endings are canon 1608- Soul Calibur V. Ezio Auditore escapes Brawlhalla to participate, is apprehended by Valkieries Here is the official timeline taken from the official Samurai Shodown V website. All the series' chronology takes place during the Edo period and considering the seasons of Northern Hemisphere:

Year/Period

Japanese Era

Game

1786 (January through late summer)

Tenmei Era (6th Year)

Samurai Shodown V

1787

Tenmei Era (7th Year)

Samurai Shodown (2019)

1788 (early spring through early summer)

Tenmei Era (8th Year)

Samurai Shodown I

1788 (summer through early autumn)

Tenmei Era (8th Year)

Samurai Shodown III

1788 (autumn through early winter)

Tenmei Era (8th Year)

Samurai Shodown IV

1789 (spring through summer)

Tenmei Era (9th Year)

Samurai Shodown II

1789 (autumn) through 1790 (summer)

Tenmei Era (9th Year) and Kansei Era (1st Year)

Samurai Shodown 64

1789 (mid-autumn)

Tenmei Era (9th Year)

Samurai Shodown V Special & Samurai Shodown V Perfect (non-canon entries)

1790 (late autumn through winter)

Kansei Era (1st Year)

Samurai Shodown 64: Warriors Rage

1791

Kansei Era (2nd Year)

Samurai Shodown Sen

1799 (new century start)

Kansei Era (10th Year)

Samurai Shodown VI (non-canon entry)

1811

Bunka Era (7th Year)

Samurai Shodown: Warriors Rage

1863- Events of The Last Blade 1864: Events of The Last Blade II 1957-Kazuya Mishima is born

1957-1961- Kazumi asks Akuma to kill Kazuya and Heihachi

1962- Hehachi kills Kazumi, imprison Jinpachi, throws Kazuya off cliff

1983: First King of Iron Fist Tournament happens: Kazuya def Heihachi

December 1984: King of Iron Fist Tournament II happens: Heihachi def Kazuya

August 5, 1985- Jin Kazama is born

1987- Ryu and Ken witness murder of Gouken by Akuma

1987: First Street Fighter Tournament happens, Ryu def Sagat

1987: Doctor Brown Sugar uses his time machine to host the World Heroes series over the course of the year. Shadaloo uses the machine as a basis for the Psycho Drive. Unknowingly, this cracks the space time continum

1988- Street Fighter Alpha tournaments occur, death of Charlie Nash, Destruction of Psycho Drive fractures space time continuum . Marvel universe bleeds into universe, Marvel fracture is repaired, the events of Taisen Net Gimmick occur. Ken Masters becomes champion of Darkstalkers rights, is unsuccessful

1991: Street Fighter II tournaments occur. The following video games are created Pocket Fighter Capcom vs SNK pocket fighter Puzzle Fighter

1991- Ryu is sent to the following universes Family Guy vs. American Dad

Fortnite Capcom Fighting Evolution IDARB

Varth Battle Cats Summoners War Rockman x Dive

1992: Street Fighter EX tournaments occur

Summer 1992: The events of Ninja Gaiden Black/Sigma/Sigma Plus take Place

Winter 1992: The events of Ninja Gaiden Dragon Sword take place

1993: Terry Bogard successfully defeats Geese, knocking him off his tower and presumably killing him

Summer 1993: The events of the Ninja Gaiden Dragon War Manga take place 1993: Ryo Sakazaki is successful in stopping Mr. Big, rescuing Yuri, and Takumi

1993: SIN tournament occurs Marvel and Capcom universes are merged once again due to portals, angering Galactus. An unknown trio defeat galactus

January 1993: Q3 1993- Virtua Fighter/DOA 1 tournaments begin concurrently. Lau and Kasumi win respectively (Tina is the official winner of DOA won)

1994: Ryu is sent to the following worlds

Asura’s Wrath: Yokozuna vs Street Fighter

Street Fighter Duel

Teppen: Granblue Fantasy Street Fighter the mouse generation

3D Dot Game Heroes

Tatsunoko vs Capcom

Winter 1993: The events of Marvel vs. Capcom Infinite take place

1994: Ryu is drafted into Super Smash Brothers, interconnecting Capcom, SNK,Virtua Fighter, Ninja Gaiden/DOA, Namco, and Akira characters with the Nintendo verse

August 1994: First KoF tournament takes place, Team Japan defeats Rugal

1994: Ken Chun-Li, and Terry are plucked from the dimension to Join super Smash Brothers

Q3 1994: Virtua Fighter and DOA tournaments happen concurrently, Ryu Hayabusa/Akira Yuki win respectively

1995:

July 1995- KoF 1995 occurs Team Japan defeats Rugal

Q3 1995: Virtua Fighter 3 and Dead or Alive 3 happen concurrently, Kage and Ayane win respectively

Q4: 1995- Xtreme Beach Volleyball takes place on Zack Island

December 1995- Black Moons incident occurs, death of M.Bison, Shadaloo dissolves

Ryu is sent to the following universes

Shadowverse Blood Brothers II Fist of the Northstar KoF Ultra MTG Minecraft Power Rangers Battle for the Grid 7 Nights

1996: “World Warrior Tournament: A New Generation” begins

July-August 1996: King of Fighters 1996 begins: Team Japan defeats Chizuru and Goenitz. Chizuru attempts to form Team Sacred Treasures, is unsuccessful Q3 1996: Virtua Fighter 4 and Dead or Alive 4 tournaments happen concurrently, Kage and Zack win, although Zack’s title was given to him by Helena Q4 1996: DOATech absorbs J6 Corp bringing an end to the Virtua Fighter tournament. The second Xtreme Beach Volleyball Tournament takes place on the second Zack Isand 1997: “World Warrior Tournament: Second Impact” begins

July 1997 King of Fighters 1997 begins: Team Sacred Treasures seals Orochi, Kyo Kusanagi and Iori Yagami are presumed dead

1998: “World Warrior Tournament: 3rd Strike begins, Gil is defeated, Secret Society is dissolved

King of Fighters 1998 is cancelled 1998: Wolf Hawkfield and Jeffery McWild join All Japan Pro Wrestling for the year as guests, participating in that year’s championship Carnival as singles competitors and Real World Tag League as a team

1998: The events of Ninja Gaiden III Razor’s Edge take place

1999: King of Fighters 1999 tournament begins Team K’ wins tournament

July 2000: King of Fighters 2000 tournament begins Team Hero wins SouthTown is destroyed by Zero Laser

Q3 2000- Dead or Alive 5 tournament takes place: Jahn Lee wins but disappears before being crowned

Q4 2000: The third Xtreme Beach Volleyball Tournament takes place

2001: King of Fighters 2001 begins, Team Hero wins

Capcom vs SNK 2: Mark of the Millennium 2001 begins: Ryu wins, defeating Terry

Q3 2001: Dead of Alive 6 Tournament takes place, Jahn Lee wins

Q4 2001: The fourth Xtreme Beach Volleyball Tournament begins

2002: King of Fighters 2002 Ultimate Match begins Team Japan wins, defeating team K’

2003: King of Fighters 2003 tournament: Team Ash wins 2003: SvC Chaos occurs: Ryu wins

2004: King of Iron Fist Tournament 3 begins: Jin Kazama wins 2005: King of Fighters 11 takes place: Team Ash wins

January 2006: King of Iron Fist Tournament 4 completes: Jin wins

April 2006: King of Iron Fist Tournament 5 begins: Jin wins

December 2006:Pandora releases Pandora’s Box onto the world, reviving M.Bison and setting into motion the events of Street Fighter x Tekken. Asuka and Lili find the box first, falling into the deepest recesses of th North Pole as result

December 2006 World War 3 breaks out, interrupting King of Fighters 12. January 2007: Jin Kazama is deposed by Lars Alexanderson and Eliza Boschonovich ending the world war

June 2007: Jin Kazama is located the events of Tekken 7 story mode play out. Jin is pulled into Super Smash Brothers dimension from here

December 2007: King of Fighters 13 begins Team Ash wins Ash defeats Saiki

December 2007: Events of Tekken 8 take place

Spring 2008: Events of Street Fighter 6 take place

2009: Doctor Light spearheads rebuilding efforts, causing Barack Obama to put him on the currency. The events of Marvel vs. Capcom Infinite take place, the infinity gems are used to finally right the timeline

December 2008: The events of KOF 14 take place, Samurai Showdown characters are transported to this time via Doctor Brown Sugar

December 2009: The events of KOF 15 take place. Samurai Showdown characters are transported to this time via Doctor Brown Sugar

20XX: The events of Mega Man take place. At some point, Ryu teaches Doctor Light Hadoken and Shoryuken techniques

2048: The events of Strider take place

2099: The events of Cyberbots Full Metal Madness take place

2XXX: The events of the Megaman X series takes place

2348: The events of Star Gladiator takes place

56XX: The events of the Megaman Legends series take place

XXXX: The events of Megaman X Zero take place

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fluffytriceratops · 2 years

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Random facts about Nefertiri. <3

Again, drew her older for the hell of it. I love Nefertiri so much, she’s such a wee Angel. Raphie is very proud of his little book worm and Kristina enjoys having a mini version of her lol. 😊👌

I drew this one around the same time as the Monet one, I just haven’t posted it yet lmao. I’m having a bit of art block rn, so I haven’t been drawing anything TMNT related lately. I really want to, but any time that I go to draw something involving TMNT my brain basically short circuits and I can never figure out what to draw lol. Hopefully this’ll pass soon. ^v^

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Have a lovely day/night! I'm sending the very many virtual huggles to you!! Remember to take care of yourselves!!! <33

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- She was named after a character from The Mummy Returns, one of Kristina’s favourite movies. In the movie, Nefertiri is the pharaohs daughter, the princess of Egypt and the guardian of “the bracelet of Anubis”. Kristina had been obsessed with the films since a young age, and because of her own Egyptian background, wanted to name her daughter something involving it. Plus, Evie/Rachel Weisz is 👌💕

- Loves spicy, sour and bitter foods. The complete opposite of her sister. And when I say spicy, I mean spicy. It’s her shit. And she barley breaks a sweat.

- Due to a complication, Nefertiri doesn’t have a shell or a plastron. She has what appears to be parts of a shell that never fully grew on her back, but besides that she’s completely bare. Like that of a human. Except with green scale covered skin, of course. Among other mutant features.

- Most people call her Nefertiri, but she also goes by a nickname, Tiri. It’s her most common alias besides her actual name.

- Her snout is always buried in a book. She lives and breathes to read, write, and learn new things.

- Tries to pull jokes like her sister Monet, but she’s terrible at it. And her form of a good joke are dad jokes, they’re her go to. Monet hates it, but she finds them very amusing.

- Like her ma, she has a photographic memory. Her family/friends like to tease her about being an encyclopedia/dictionary because she knows and remembers so much stuff.

- Because of her Auntie Iris (@digitl-art-monstr 's OC) Tiri found a passion for art/painting and does so in her spare time quite often. And because she's been doing it since she was a kid, she's actually quite talented at it. It becomes a passion of hers, and eventually a way for her to express her feelings and vent. Plus she gets to hang out with Iris more, which is great.

- Nefertiri went through a series of complications when she was born. This created a lot of health issues that she constantly struggles with. Her family wasn't even sure she was going to make it, in fact, there were a few occasions where she almost didn't. After Kristina's C-section Nefertiri and Monet were both placed into incubators where they would remain the rest of their term till they were ready to be born and brought into the world. Monet seemed to be doing fine, more than fine even. But Nefertiri almost immediatly started going down hill. Donatello hardly left the lab, and neither did Raphael and Kristina. Monet was able to come out of her incubator as soon as her term was up, but Nefertiri was forced to stay in hers for a few more months. She had been growing much more slowly than her twin sister. And was much more fragile because of it.

- The first few years of Tiri's life were the hardest. Everyone was afraid that even the smallest fall would be very damaging and possibly even fatal. Her immune system was basically non-existent, and therefore it was much easier for her to get sick as well. Everyone treated her as if she was made of glass. Or the finest of crysal. Bumps and bruises were taken much more serisouly, and she wasn't allowed near anyone when they had even the most basics of colds/illnesses. Nefertiri was basically forced to sit on the sidelines wrapped in bubblewrap watching as Monet and her cousins lived a relatively normal childhood. Raphael was scared to be too close to her, worried he'd accidentally hurt her. It took a lot of courage from his family before he was even convinced he could hold his daughter. For the first few years of Tiri's life, she didn't know much besides the main rooms of the lair (she wasn't allowed in certain rooms) and Donnie's lab where she got daily check ups.

- But the older she got, the stronger she got as well. She's still extremely fragile in comparason to her siblings (yes, there's more than just Monet and Tiri hehe) but she learns to hold her own quite well. Or at least, well enough.

- Tiri grew to be quite envious of her family/friends due to these reasons. She spent a lot of time alone because she wasn't allowed to play with the other's at first. And the only ones who she really spent time with, were the adults. When Monet got to start training, Nefertiri still wasn't strong enough phyiscally to do so. Tiri was very upset about this, and even Monet grew insistent that her sister join in, but the adults believed it was too risky for Nefertiri to start training yet. Colds could even become fatal for her if they weren't careful. So not only did Tiri start later in life, but she also started training later as well. At least, so the adults believe... Late at night, when everyone was asleep, Monet would sneak out of bed and take Tiri with her. Than she would teach her everything she learned the day before. This became a nightly routine of there's. A secret which was later revealed.

- Despite lacking in certain areas physically, Nefertiri was quite advanced intellectly. Especially with being around Kristina and Donnie 24/7. She has a love for knowledge, just like her mother. And prides herself on being extremely intelligent.

- Because she has no shell, Donnie created one for her. Just like how he created his Battle Shell to protect his own soft shell. (I have yet to design this, so I don't know much about it rn-)

- Nefertiri's weapon of choice is the kusarigama.

- Tiri tends to be quite rational and calm, and is usually seen as the voice of reason, especially when it comes to her sister, Monet. However, she can lose her cool under stress.

- "There's a place for everything, and everything has a place."

- Nefertiri has a confident and responsible, if somewhat controlling, personality. She tends to worry if things get out of control. She is very organized. She developed a need to be a perfectionist. She enjoys being the most organized of the family and can’t help but encourage others to do the same. As well as being a driven individual, Tiri dedicated her free time to training as well as studying.

- She does seem to be more empathic than her sister, Monet when it comes to understanding other people’s feelings and daily problems. She tends to express many concerns for her friends and would even go out of her way to try and do the impossible for them.

- Although Nefertir is often the most conscientious and considerate of her siblings, at times she can be pedantic and controlling, once even suggesting that she considers chewing a prescribed number of times before swallowing as a normal practice. Being the responsible one, she constantly reminds her siblings and her friends to do their work and is often paranoid when things aren’t organized. This tends to drive those around her insane at times when she stressed about it too often.

- Often times, she doesn’t listen to what other people say and assumes the situation for the worse. When push comes to shove, she would often show-off and proves to others that she can be more or just as skilled as they are in certain events.

- Tiri often would disagree and argue with Monet, who is her polar opposite. While in contrast to Monet’s rebellious and care-free personality, Nefertiri is controlling and organized and because of their opposite personalities and different ideals, Tiri and Mo often argue and have various conflicts, leaving friend's/cousins/family members stuck in the middle of their fight. Also, another trait for Nefertiri is bossy. While arguing with Monet, she bosses her around but no knowing that it sometimes hurts her feelings.

- At the end of the day, however, Mo and Tiri are extremely close and love and value each other deeply. They look up to each other a lot, and are there for each other no matter what, even if they are fighting.

- Also, stress painting because yes-

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hakbot · 7 months

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4, 10, 24, and 29 for all fufufu

WOW!! OKAY. (thank you!)

4) If your Tav was a companion, where would they be found?

Peregrino I can see pretty standard being in the wreckage of the nautiloid. Want him to be in the party before you meet Volo in the Grove so he can be an ass to him if in the party. I can see him desperately looking for his lute when the party happens upon him.

V would come later. Perhaps even in or near the blighted village.

Gunza is only obtainable after meeting with Raphael. Probably near the Grove being sussy.

10) Are they proficient in playing any instruments?

Peregrino is a bard! He is great with any stringed instrument and I can see flute as well. He likes the lute best for reciting poetry or singing with.

V has had no time let alone desire to learn an instrument. He will play it poorly with a straight face if forced.

Gunza has so many fingers I bet it would be interesting for him. I don't see him as really being proficient with anything but he spends a lot of time alone, it might be a little hobby of his.

24) Does your character believe in the afterlife?

Peregrino doesn't like to think about his own mortality. I dont think he believes or disbelieves in anything. He's just so much more concerned with living life.

V fully believes in an afterlife. He would love nothing more than to be strung up in one of Lolth's webs and devoured for all eternity. Fun!

Gunza has already sold his soul. Like Peregrino he is more concerned with getting his business done in life.

29) Does your Tav want to utilize the tadpole powers or not?

Peregrino doesn't want to go full mindflayer, however the power it gives is too hard to pass up on. He enjoys his tadpole powers.

V prefers the power he receives from Lolth as a cleric. However he thinks it's stupid to pass up on advantages when they are handed to you.

Gunza is not a Tav and not tadpoled. He's a little grossed out by y'all and your worms.

#bg3 #ask meme #notactuallyaduck #peregrino #v #gunza

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mariacallous · 2 years

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What Warnock’s Win Means for the Equality Act

Rev. Raphael Warnock won the special election runoff Tuesday, successfully defending his position as Georgia Senator, giving Democrats control of the upper chamber with 51 seats. For LGBTQ+ people, his win means Senate Democrats inched ever so slightly closer to having enough votes to pass the Equality Act, which would add gender identity and sexual orientation to federal civil rights legislation. As TransLash Founder Imara Jones argues, the Equality Act is not only important substantively but also symbolically at a time of significant attacks against the LGBTQ+ community.

The legislation is currently blocked in the Senate because it doesn’t have enough Republican votes to overcome the 60-vote threshold and override a conservative filibuster. The bill continues to languish at the mercy of the filibuster even though another LGBTQ+ rights bill, the Respect for Marriage Act, which offers minimal federal protections for gay marriages, was recently passed in the Senate with a 61-37 decision.

The filibuster is a procedural rule requiring a 60-senator vote to end debate on a bill and proceed toward resolution. It’s somehow treated as an ancient tradition in the chamber even though it’s not mentioned anywhere in the constitution. It was first put to extensive use by segregationist senators in the 1960s and early 1970s who opposed civil rights legislation to block votes on bills.

Over the last two years, the filibuster has been the primary tool by which Republicans have blocked Joe Biden’s legislative agenda. A quick perusal of the president’s campaign promises shows a string of priorities, like codifying Roe v. Wade, passing comprehensive voting reforms, and passing the Equality Act, left for dead in the legislative graveyard of the Senate filibuster.

For the first time in several decades, Democrats made a serious effort early in Biden’s term to kill the filibuster and force through bigger pieces of legislation, however, Democrats didn’t have enough votes within their own caucus to do so.

Just two Democratic Senators stood in the way of overturning the filibuster, West Virginia’s Joe Manchin, and Arizona’s Kyrsten Sinema, though it’s possible that there are other senators who would vote against killing the filibuster if an actual vote were to be held on it.

With the midterms fully behind us, the push to end the filibuster faces critical crossroads. Democrats no longer have the ability to push through legislation, now that they’ve narrowly lost the majority in the House. And there would be little purpose in progressives killing the filibuster now, especially with a scary 2024 election ahead.

In two years, 21 Democratic Senators will be up for reelection, including a few from very conservative states, like the aforementioned Manchin, along with Sens. Sherrod Brown of Ohio, and Jon Tester from Montana. Sinema will also be up for reelection in Arizona, though she will likely face a primary challenge given the way she has thumbed her nose at Democrats over the last few years.

In turn, Republicans are only defending 11 Senate seats, and all of them are from deep red states in the nation’s heartland. Even during a presidential election year, there’s a scary enough chance of a conservative takeover of the Senate in two years.

Without the filibuster, the only way Democrats could hope to stop potentially horrific federal anti-LGBTQ+ bills like the ones we’re seeing in red state legislatures would be to hope the House stays blue. This is a risky bet when so many conservative states have successfully gerrymandered themselves into having more congressional seats than their vote share would indicate they deserve. The court system has been a willing accomplice in the GOP gerrymandering attack—allowing non-partisan voting maps to be scrapped by conservative legislators and stopping reform efforts that would undercut Republican seat counts.

The filibuster isn’t sexy, but it might just be necessary for queer people if a federal Republican-controlled legislature is on the horizon. There is a worrisome possibility that we missed our window for substantive filibuster reform in order to pass bills like the Equality Act.

Conservatives, of course, could just kill the filibuster themselves in order to pass their extensive anti-LGBTQ+ agenda the next time they get the federal trifecta of control of the House, Senate, and the White House.

For now, however, we have 51 senate seats ostensibly on our side, which means that we can at least continue the record-breaking pace of confirming federal judges that believe LGBTQ+ people are free and equal members of society, especially as several important trans rights cases work their way through the court system.

For LGBTQ+ people, and trans people, in particular, the filibuster is both a blessing and a curse. We just lived through a time when the filibuster held back progress on our rights, but we may just be entering a time when the filibuster would be our chief weapon to hold back the darkness.

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hopefulstarfire · 2 years

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hi i made a grave error w wilted roses in that raphaels family dies in the shipwreck before max creates duel monsters.

i offer a way around this. from a v tired and depressed mind;

Max was actually working on the game as just a way for the family to pass the time. To him, they were nothing more than just ways to really grow as an artist and find new inspiration from fairytales and cartoons. There is also a chance he had insight from dreams of his own; after all, he became the modern day holder of the Millennium Eye. I always felt like those who were destined to wield the Items had some sort of sixth sense or sensitivity to the Shadow Realm and to Duel Spirits. He didn't realize at the time what they were. They were just fun drawings that he kind of gsve their own mini game with loose rules and everything to make his family happy; when he learned the truth about what the Items were used for and about Duel Spirits, he fully shifts the game into becoming something marketable, tries to implement rules (albeit still relatively loose ones).

Mostly they weren't even meant to be monsters to just battle each other. They had attack powers sure but it wasn't for them to duel each other, it was for the kids of the family to have their own forces to fight up against magical, make believe enemies he would come up with. Kinda like a ttrpg in a sense.

Raphaels cards he made for him. Eatos was especially this; a comission artwork for Raphaels birthday, that came with its own grand story to fit into the familys silly game. After he created Duel Monsters and saw the truth behind these monsters and their spirits, the Guardian Archetype becomes one of his proudest works, and he completes them, putting them out there in the hopes that Raphael will come home to them and away from his shitbag relatives. That the spirits of his cards would act as a guiding light.

This wonderful message of "we love you, we want to see you home and we never forgot about you" is going to be very misconstrued because haha Trauma.

anyways. thats just my tired brain making up an excuse. but also raphael is clearly to me not THAT much younger than Pegasus, whos 24 around Duelist Kingdom. I think Raphaels at least 22 by the time of Waking the Dragons and if Max created Duel Monsters after Cecelia died and he spent all that time traveling the world trying to find a way to bring her back?

Yeah I can play my by own timeline of events and storyline.

#kenz musings #wilted roses #fic #yugioh #ygo #yugioh ocs #im tagging it like that bc it has to do with them #ygo ocs #it has to do with the fic around them #so yeah #anyways thats my canon for that fic now #my brains so far gone at this point its not even funny

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al9ayf · 25 days

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ᥫ᭡ 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧 | raphael x f!tav

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｡˚ summary: tav and raphael have a history together prior to the nautiloid ship. she is to be betrothed to him, but he has something to take to ensure that she is his.

｡˚ a/n: my first bg3 fanfic so i hope u enjoy !! raphael is my favorite character and i wish u could romance him but oh well. anyway i will probably write more with this specific pair because i want to dive more into this relationship and story. i think it is very interesting.

｡˚ explicit content :: non-consensual (beginning), spitting, blood, p in v, dick sucking, ass smacking, pussy eating, intoxication, stealing virginity

the cold air finds solace in the cracks of your lips, and you would have shivered if not for the wyvern whiskey rushing through your veins. it becomes the warm pair of arms you’ve felt so many times before: like it was your mother embracing you all over again. you feel her hold you from behind and squeeze you tight as if she’s scared to let you go. but you were the one who was so scared. you miss that warmth that she brings you, that gratitude and happiness. and instead of finding it with her, you find it in this near-empty bottle. it gave you that false security and happiness, but it was shameful. it’s sinful how much it makes your cheeks flush and eases your mind. yet despite it all, it relaxes you.

the bottle is in one hand, raised high as you stretch your limbs. your free hand reaches as far back as it can to grasp at nothing before both hands come back down as you quit your groaning and stretching. you finally set the whiskey down on the table in front of you before you can indulge in it any further. you stare at it for a moment, pondering taking another sip, but you turn around and walk away. it was a sinful act—one you shouldn’t be enjoying but cannot help but do. as more time passes and the fear of the absolute taking control over everything creeps into your mind, you feel guilty about not praying to your gods and instead turning to drinking. but you can’t help it, can you? your prayers weren’t being answered. and they haven’t been answered in a very long time.

but tonight you stopped yourself. tonight, halsin had stepped in and expressed his concerns over the habit. he was the one who convinced you to set that bottle down and seek some time with nature. and maybe, just maybe, he was right. maybe that time with nature is just what you need, and not an addiction.

so you walked away from your companions to stand at the lake a few paces away. you occupied your busy mind by embracing mother nature’s gift and taking in your surroundings. but it was difficult to do since it was dark save for the light of the full moon, the fire from your camp, and the lights of the city. your eyes had wandered into the deep woods across the dark waters where no sound came from. it was dark and empty, much like the world around you.

the people of baldur’s gate needed a sober savior, not a drunken one. and tonight, you had somewhat of a clear mind for once.

you groaned and rubbed your face with your hands, specifically your eyes. you rubbed them especially hard and then looked back out at the water. it was peaceful—not a single ripple affecting its stillness. if only your mind could have the same effect. the tadpole is never quiet, and so is the emperor. with every thought that crosses your mind, he feels it. he knows it. but you don’t know if he is actively peering into it. if you were dumb enough, you could say the thrall had no particular interest in you. but you weren’t dumb, and you could tell that he wanted something more than just companionship.

but you couldn’t blame him. you were a very popular suitor for marriage.

you came from a noble family in baldur’s gate before getting snatched away by the illithid. you had a life promised to you granted the fact you would be married off to an asshole. but no asshole in baldur’s gate could ever compare to the one who has since come into your life at the ripe age of fifteen. he was unlike any other—with an attitude rivaling that of the gods and martyrs, and an ego so high it reached the peak of mount celestia. the devil was that man.

you only think of him because you can smell him; the sulfur. when you think of him he always appears, almost as if he’s the emperor himself. guaranteed though, the devil has always had great timing. but you have felt his eyes long enough on you tonight, and it is now that he makes himself present to you. he’s inviting you to converse with him. you turn around to catch where he is standing, but he’s not there. in that moment, you think back to the time you read a children’s book about how the devil loved to play games. and now as an adult, you realize that they only loved to play games they knew they could win. and that is how the devil knew he could win your heart and mind over so easily.

you then feel two warm hands cover your eyes. you don’t move. at first, you suspect it is astarion playing tricks on you, but then remember the only person that knew you were here alone was raphael. goosebumps run up your spine at the realization that he has gotten this close to you without you realizing it, and it makes you flinch. you could feel his smirk forming at the mere sight of you jerking under his touch. the soon-to-be hero of baldur’s gate flinching under the warm touch of the devil? it sounds pathetic after your adventures with gods and powerful enemies.

“my, my, what have we here?”

his voice is loud enough for your ears only to not alert your companions who are only a few meters away. you just so happen to be in a more private spot at the camp where the lake lies, and of course, raphael had to take advantage. too many questions would be asked if everybody saw the two of you together, alone, for they did not know your history prior to the nautiloid ship. it would be more of a nuisance to you than to him.

he removes his hands and you quickly turn around to look at him. it has been quite a time since you last saw him. and although you have changed, he hasn’t. not one bit. not a scratch on his hand, a blood splatter on his face, or a bruise. he is exhilarated, and you are exhausted. but at the mere sight of him, you feel more awake than ever. there is no need for alcohol, nature, or prayers when you have him. and you almost regret comparing prayers to being in the company of the devil; almost regret.

when you first met raphael it was at a masquerade ball held by your parents. they were devout followers of the heavens, and somehow, in some way, he managed to become a close confidant of theirs. of course, your parents never knew who he was, and probably never will. he never had any interest in your parents, but rather in you. you had no interest in raphael either—but that was only when you first met him. your opinion since then has changed, but you refused to admit it aloud to yourself or him. especially not him because it would fuel his big ego even more. even the day before you were kidnapped when he had asked for your hand in marriage, you still would not admit your feelings to him. but why would he want your hand anyway? you are no devil. you are no god. you aren’t a person of importance to him at all. just a pawn in his game of lanceboard, and he was the king.

but when it dawned on you now why he wanted to marry you, it all became clear. when he invited you and your party to his house of hope to accept his deal. when he kept playing nice to win that game of trust. when he spun you back into his embrace, alone, in that dining room of his and confessed to you, and you only, that you were the only person to secure the crown of karsus for him. only then, did you realize he only wanted to marry you to seal you in a contract forever. in a debt, forever. to trick your parents into signing a deal with the devil when they had dedicated their entire lives to their gods. to be one with them in mount celestia. the utmost betrayal would be marrying their only daughter off to a cambion, the heir and child of mephistopheles. and you too, would be the greatest sinner this world has ever laid eyes on. a young woman of god, making love and producing heirs for the devil.

only then did you realize how important of a pawn you would be. a pawn that would reach the end board and become a queen, just to be discarded after checking the enemy king. and after knowing the truth, you did not pray to your gods for help, no. you turned to a more sinful life. killing to save yourself. deceiving others for the benefit of surviving. drinking yourself away and losing any purity you had to you. allowing a vampire to suck your blood, allowing lustful visions of a wizard and druid to creep into your dreams as you try to sleep, and allowing a githyanki warrior to speak to you like a whore in a brothel. when you entertain those actions instead of stopping them, you realize how sinful of a child you have become.

but now, to have the devil have his hold on you? to allow him to hold you like your mother. to let his words rush through your veins as if it were drinking wyvern whiskey. raphael has played tricks and games on you ever since you were fifteen, and now, only now, does your heart succumb to the devil after years of resistance. do you blame it on the tadpole or yourself? when you look into his brown eyes that disguise his true golden, orange ones you see a flicker of fire and trickery. you shiver at the mere thought of when he first presented the idea of marriage to you while your parents happily stood by him. when he had looked at you in that moment and you swore you saw yourself in prison bars in the reflection of his beautiful eyes.

you swore when your parents had agreed to the idea you felt chains wrap around your whole body. back then, you didn’t know that raphael was a devil. all you knew was that he was a cunning man only put there to deceive your parents for whatever selfish reasons he had. you had compared him to the devil once before because all you saw was a man who would own you for the rest of your days. the devil that would ruin you with just one look.

and ruin you he did.

you want to say you hate him. you want to hate the devil and love the gods. to imagine yourself in the embrace of the clouds of mount celestia and lay there in an eternal slumber of bliss and peace. but you have found yourself in hell first. you have found yourself falling for the devil each moment you think of him. his red skin, his fire eyes, and his four horns that lay perfectly perched on the top of his head. and in his human form, a man who knows of only wise things and deceitfulness. raphael knows, and he knows very well, that you are enjoying him with each appearance of his that he makes to you. whether it be a quick whir of the moment with you privately or a public appearance to all. he sees the way you look at him with less hate and with more awe. how you stop presenting yourself with that heroic look of yours and almost bow to his mere presence. how tense you look when he gives you the most attention out of everybody.

nobody knows that you are engaged to the devil. it would cause quite a stir in your camp if they ever were to find out.

that is why when he holds you, you stop resisting. you enjoy it when he flatters you and makes you blush. you enjoy the games he plays. your late-night visits to the vampire’s tent stop, your sinful thoughts of the wizard and druid stop, and the githyanki’s comments come to a halt. for you retire to bed alone now and think only of the devil. you don’t touch yourself because you think acting on it is how it becomes a sin, and just merely thinking about it happening is alright. but you have tricked yourself just like how the devil plays tricks. the greatest sin of all is entertaining the thought of being with the devil in more ways than one.

and you want to blame all of it on raphael, but he has cast no spells on you or devilish incantations or rituals. it was only your behavior that forced you to stray away from the gods of celestia. a behavior only you had complete control of.

so why do you keep doing it? do you enjoy him so much? you do not know him. you will never know him.

“has the little mouse found herself a new toy to play with?” raphael asks, circling you like a cat. has he been watching you converse with halsin all night? his movements are precise, and his strides are long. he stops behind you again, and this time you don’t turn. the more you look at him, the more you feel you sin. you feel a shiver run up your spine when he traces his finger from the back of your neck down to your tailbone.

“don’t touch me,” you thought you said in a demanding voice, but it came out as a broken whisper.

raphael only laughs though at the pity attempt and retracts his hand from your body. you have no right to speak to him in that manner. you, after all, are nothing compared to him. you are just a person whom he will marry once he returns you to your parents back in baldur’s gate. he will have you in that contract before you do anything to get out of it. you will be his, forever, and so he will have his hands on you whenever he wants to.

“that’s no way to speak to your fiancée now, is it?” he asks.

you don’t say anything. you just stare at the dancing shadows of your companions by the campfire in the middle of your camp. how you long to run to them to escape his clutches. and you can. it is so easy to. he is not holding you back, and has even allowed you to run to them. that is why he purposefully stands behind you to play that game once again: the game of tag. the game that you will never win with him because it’s not a game he always wins, but a game you always purposefully lose. you lie to yourself, but in your heart, you want to be in his presence, always.

raphael frowns when you don’t say or do anything, but his frown turns into a grimaced look on his face as he grabs your wrist and spins you around to look at him. you gasp as you bump into his chest, and he grabs your chin to force you to look up at him. you quickly try to pull away, but he holds onto you tighter. he could break your wrist so easily right now, and snap your neck in one swift movement.

“you will face me when i speak to you.”

and you can only nod out of respect. respect? raphael rubs your bottom lip and smiles again. “see, my love? it isn’t hard to listen to me. i promise it will make your time with me much easier.”

he leans in close to your ear and moves his hand that grab your chin to your hips. “you do not want me to punish you so early on in our relationship, hm?”

you are powerless against him. you have fought countless enemies, slaughtered them even. you have fought a chosen of the dead three and killed a god. you have faced the githyanki queen and rid of the shadow curse. but when it comes to the cambion, you are nothing. and maybe you like to be nothing.

it’s difficult when you move your head to look at him. you want to talk but he has you at a loss for words. you can only abide by him. “why are you here, raphael?” you ask.

“why, to see you of course.”

“but why?”

your voice has that hint of urgency—but why? raphael can only smile wider because he knows it’s from your fear of somebody walking in on the two of you. most likely it will be halsin to check on you after you have stayed quiet for far too long. you gulp.

“you’re paranoid, aren’t you? scared that one of your so-called friends will happen across the two of us in a warm embrace. what ever will they do when i tell them that you are betrothed—to me.”

you look away again but then quickly look back up at him. you do not want to anger him, and you do not want him to tease you.

“one feels so exposed out here, raphael…” you murmur. your voice is low enough for his ears only. you were made for him. “please, don’t be loud.”

you beg. you only ever beg for him, and he knows. he watches you more than your companions watch your back. he knows your every curve and every move. he knows what position you like to sleep in, and what food you dislike least when it is time to eat. he knows that one strand of hair that always annoys you during battle, and when you are about to menstruate. he knows everything about you. you have never begged for anything in your life, but when he is with you, you are born anew.

it would bring such joy to raphael for everyone to see the scandalous position you have put yourself in. all it takes is for one loud word to come out of him. maybe step out into the light and bring all attention to him. maybe call out to one of your friends and bring them here to witness your broken self. but he keeps that luxury of your humiliation to himself and his house of hope. neither your parents, servants, nor your friends can experience it—only him. only he is allowed to hear your begging. but my oh my, would it make him smile to see you break down in front of everybody. to see them lose faith in their leader when they watch you beg a devil to shut his mouth. to see you collapse on your knees in front of him like the slave you are.

“a little louder, love, just enough to have your friends wondering what you are doing out here all alone,” he smirks.

“raphael, please…”

he doesn’t do anything. he doesn’t say anything. you can barely raise an octave because you are so afraid of exposing yourselves. but at the same time, he is irritating you to a surprising level, even to him.

“take me to your house of hope, we will talk there,” you almost cry. “please, raphael.”

“louder,” he demands. you cannot say no.

you grab at his collar tightly and look right into his eyes. you want to shake him and suffocate him. you are tired of his games, but you still play them. you are tired of yourself. but even when you threaten to cry, he doesn’t move. why would he care about your feelings? even if you harm yourself in front of him and threaten to kill yourself, he still won’t care. after all, he has told you that there is always another after you to take the crown, even if it takes millennia.

“raphael, please!” you yell, almost too loud for your liking.

you hear your name being called out by a certain someone almost immediately, and you whip your head in the direction of the camp. wyll was coming. was it not loud enough for raphael? you know he can hear the speed of your heartbeat quicken with every second that passes. he’s waiting. he wants to make you panic even more. and as wyll’s footsteps get louder, you tighten your grip around raphael’s clothes even more. your tears gather in your eyes. how could you be so vulnerable and so easily manipulated? it was so degrading.

and right as wyll’s devilish horns peek into your view, you are whipped away just like that with the snap of raphael’s fingers. wyll comes into the darkness of where you once stood only to find nothing. he turns to look back at his companions who are mindlessly doing their nightly routine, then back at where he thought he heard your voice. when the smell of sulfur enters his nostrils, he scrunches it in disgust. the cambion was with you, and now you both are not there anymore. wyll, despite his disgust at the devil, respects what private business you have with him. he will take the night shift if you are not back before sunrise, but he prays you do not do anything rash without discussing it first with everybody.

you find yourself still in raphael’s arms in his house of hope. the room is all too familiar when you step away from him and sit down on a lavish chair, panting heavily. the large portrait of raphael hangs above you, just as he is right now in his devilish form in the room he first took you and your party to. the feast hall now has skeletons riddling it with plates of rotten food. the stench almost makes you gag, but you stop yourself from pleasuring raphael with such a reaction.

he laughs at the pitiful sight of you. you now have freshly dried tears staining your cheeks and a heavy heart. it upsets you even further how you have succumbed to the devil’s doing so very easily every time.

“you really are my favorite client,” he says joyfully. “i enjoy every minute of you.”

“i wish i could say the same,” you say, looking up at him.

“now, now. don’t be like that, my dear. we don’t want such negativity right now, do we? after all, we have much to discuss.”

he extends a hand out to you. you look at it. you take it. and it burns pleasurably in your grasp as he helps you up from the chair and leads you out of the feast hall. you have not once left his fancy and furbished feast hall, but the corridors of his house look just as exquisite. he lets go of your hand the moment you step out into the hallway. in silence, the both of you walk to gods knows where. you are nervous.

“you never answered my question,” you remind him respectfully.

“you have asked many questions,” he said with such tease.

“but to you, only one.”

he stops outside of a door that a servant is peering into. he smiles down at you.

“you cannot outsmart the devil, my dear girl. there’s this little voice inside of you asking: “is this my will, or is it the worm’s?” but you have no answer, and no way of knowing.”

before you can say anything, he snaps his fingers and you are now inside of the room, but on the balcony still facing him. your heart quickens again, and it is only pumping the fuel in his veins.

“i have this picture in my head—of you tossing and turning in the middle of the night, thinking strange things, dreaming strange dreams. the good thing is, though, there’s only one little voice you should listen to.”

he grabs your chin and leans in close again. your breath hitches in your throat and you suddenly feel that you can’t breathe anymore.

“mine.”

he slowly backs away yet you still feel breathless. you take deep breaths in and deep breaths out. raphael chuckles.

“but ah, where were we?” he turns to look out his balcony and out into the views of avernus. “about you…”

you go up next to him, still looking at him. he intrigues you more than you would like to admit to.

“do you not have any idea as to why you are here?” he asks.

“no, i don’t.”

“take a look around then, my lost virgin. look and you will know.”

you don’t want to look. you don’t want to know. you want to go back home and hide yourself away from the world forever. you want to fall back into your mother’s arms and stay there until you take your last breath. but you can’t do that. instead, you do as he says. raphael takes pleasure in seeing you obey his every word. as you turn around and start heading into the room, you spot a lavish red bed next to where you are standing, as well as countless paintings of raphael again. behind a screen is a large tub with multiple fountains, and there are lavish items strewn across the room. and that is all. this is a room just for pleasure and nothing else. it clicks in your head why you are here when you think back to what raphael has called you, and why he has brought you into this room specifically. one of the greatest sins of all.

“you’re so very pathetic, love,” he says, now right behind you.

the insult doesn’t sting you anymore. it is the way his hands hold your hips that does, and you step away from him and back yourself up into the bed. it makes him raise his eyebrows in surprise.

“you’re an eager little pup, aren’t you?” he asked, coming closer.

you extend a hand out to stop him from coming onto you, and it comes in contact with his chest. he stops for his entertainment, and not because you wish him to. it is a dangerous game to play: trying to tell the devil what to do.

“is that why you came to me tonight? to have sex with me?”

“does it sound so terrible?” raphael asks, placing his hand on his chin. “i will not have the patience or time for your virginity when i claim the crown. tonight, you just so happened to make my day now that you are one step closer to the brain. tonight, i will wreak havoc upon your body and you will find the utmost pleasure in it.”

he mocks you. he mocks you because he knows pre-marital sex is a large sin you can easily avoid. having sex with the devil makes it even worse. the gods will never forgive you, raphael knows this, and it is the only reason why he wants to have your body now. to humiliate you in front of the gods and to ruin you. you know he has another to sleep with who could take on the form of whoever he pleases. he could have sex with an incubus posing as you, but tonight, he wants the real delight of breaking you. he doesn’t care about your faith or your mission. right now, all raphael cares about is destroying whatever purity you have left in you.

you try to push him away but he grabs your wrist easily. “your gods left you the second your mind started to fill with dirty thoughts of me,” he says. raphael grabs both of your wrists and pins you to the bed. he moves them above your head and crosses them to hold your wrists in one hand, while the other grabs your chin again. you frantically move your head but it doesn’t do much.

“they say the eyes are the windows to the soul. and when i look into yours, i see all of your greatest desires,” he says. “but there is one that stays in your mind. it is what you call your strange dreams and your strange thoughts. the image of me.”

he inhales your scent and it excites him. the scent of a virgin.

“no longer will it be strange imaginations, my dear, but a nightmare come true.”

he leans down and kisses you with a force so strong it catches the breath in your throat. you’ve never been kissed before. as a young girl, you’ve always dreamt of your first kiss to be with your husband during your wedding underneath the stars. to look upon his eyes on a beautiful, clear night in the backyard of your palace as you lean in for the perfect kiss. and for raphael to take it all away from you, just so easily as that, forcefully too, was a cruel joke. you want to hate him for it, you really do, but your body betrays your mind and kisses back. you enjoy this. you enjoy his heated kiss and his devilish touches against your skin greatly.

raphael pulls away, but not without biting your lower lip first and tugging at it with his sharp teeth to draw blood. you whine and pull your head back, and he laughs. he moves away again and lets go of you, but you are so flustered and heated from that kiss that you just lay there sprawled out on his bed. raphael smiles.

“agree to be mine and you will know pleasure, forever,” he says. “you will know what it is like to live lavishly in the comfort of my house of hope. under my protection.”

you shake your head. you don’t know why you shake it, but it is mostly because you want him on you again. you want him to bite you like that. to be rough. but then you realize what you just did and what you just thought. and your blood runs cold. these impulses do not act on your own accord… or do they?

raphael smirks again. “maybe if i show you, you will agree.”

he snaps his fingers and your clothes are off. you try to cover yourself immediately, horribly flustered as to what he just did. nobody has seen you naked, except for your servants and now the devil. you curl into a ball but it doesn’t last for long. raphael snaps his fingers again and ropes from the headboard of the bed appear and grab onto your wrists, dragging you to the middle. raphael stands in front of the bed now, but your legs are propped up to hide yourself from him. you are breathing hard and almost on the verge of tears. this isn’t real. it can’t be real. not with the devil!

“tsk, tsk. we can’t have you be like this the whole time.”

he snaps his fingers again and ropes now grab your ankles and spread your legs apart. you yell in surprise and now struggle to hide yourself. it doesn’t work, but raphael is loving every bit of it. you throw your head back into the pillow and squeeze your eyes shut.

“leave me to my gods and heavens, and i will give you the crown of karsus!” you yell. “that is my deal!”

“that’s not how it works, dear,” he says. “your gods have already abandoned you. you have committed far too many sins for them to forgive you. there is no place for you in those white clouds, but there is here. you’re sitting on it already, my little mouse. you have found yourself down here—with me. and that is where you will always be.”

“liar!”

he gets on the bed in between your legs, and you flinch when his leg comes in contact with your thigh. “i have never lied to you, my dear. i have only ever told you the truth.”

he leans over you, hands on either side of your head. you are completely held down. hands held above your head and legs spread apart all for him, and it will only ever be for him. nobody will ever see you like this, and nobody will have you like this. your heart is beating so fast from anxiety and nervousness that you can barely breathe. raphael kisses you again, and you can’t help but kiss back. you lie to his face but the truth is in your heart. you say to him you don’t want him, but you do. your body lights up like a flame every time he touches you. it reacts in ways you never thought possible. raphael knows you want him even if you say you don’t. it’s so obvious.

he stops kissing you and you find yourself chasing after his lips for more. raphael laughs in your face and sits back up.

“the day i met you, i remember everything, i wrote it down,” he says, grabbing your chin with one hand and lifting it.

his tone changes and so does your body language. this was a poem you had written about him after you had met him the first time. a poem you had written over and over and scratched it out for years before finding it again. and when he took you to his house of hope for the first time, and nightfall came, you took out a quill and paper and continued it on your little stool you had in your tent. you finished it in mere minutes, and from then on always carried it around with you in your pack. you want to say you don’t know why you do so but you do know. it’s because you are infatuated with him. maybe that’s when it all started. when your prayers stopped being answered and the only company that you had was him. maybe when your heart wanted him is when the seven martyrs abandoned you. you were damned. but you didn’t want this to happen. you didn’t want to fall for the devil, and yet here you are, not resisting his attempt to take you as his.

“your smile was cold, your hair was fresh,”

he moves a stray strand of your hair out of your face and cups your cheek. his nail is under your eye, and you feel it dig into your skin, warning you not to move unless you want a new puncture wound. you hold very still and listen closely to your poem coming out of his lips.

“your eyes were such a shade of brown,”

he moved his hand away and slid it down your body slowly. you jolted when his finger slipped in between the space of your breasts and stayed there, touching the soft skin. you wanted to look away so badly to hide your shame and embarrassment, but his eye contact with you was so strong you couldn’t. you had to relax under that devilish gaze.

“you press your ear onto my chest,”

he moved his hand to your left breast and squeezed your nipple, hard. you gasped at the pain and tried to move away from him, but the ropes only got tighter around your wrists and it only made you cry out in pain. raphael used his other hand to do the same with your right breast, and its pleasure was so intolerable you couldn’t help but thrust your hips upwards to meet his thigh. you wanted him, but also wanted away from him. make up your mind, damn you.

“you hear the speed my heart will beat,”

he kisses your breast and circles his tongue around it in an unholy way. you sigh in pure delight and throw your head back into the pillow, enjoying it so very much. your cunt aches for any sort of touch or penetration. it tingles your whole body, and yet he only flicks the hard bud slowly. it is a torture but you don’t want to beg for him more than you already did tonight. but this is the devil, and begging for them was a passing time they very much enjoyed.

finally, he sinks his teeth into the sensitive skin and you moan for him. you ride the air and toss your head from side to side. he knows what he is doing. he knows the pleasures of the female body. oh, you love it so much. you love the pleasure of sin he brings upon you. raphael kisses your breast one last time and then moves his finger down your body.

“seconds drag like days whenever you don’t want to talk or speak.”

his finger finds your clit with ease and rubs gentle circles on it. you are already wet and have been for quite a while. it’s shameful, sinful, and embarrassing. you shiver in delight under his touch and cry out a moan. you don’t want him to stop. the feeling is too good. a feeling you have only given to yourself, but now feels much better when another is giving it to you. raphael stops when he notices you are enjoying yourself far too much, and quickly moves his hand away.

“raphael…” you whisper, breathless. if this is only a small slither of real pleasure, you cannot imagine what he has waiting for you. for a second, you don’t care whether it be full of pain. you want that carnal release.

“this can be your life, my little mouse,” he says. “a place of protection and pleasure, and of course, most importantly, a place by my side forever.”

you don’t say anything. you just stare at him with half-lidded eyes and a distressed look on your face.

“and if i refuse?” you ask.

he leans in close to you again, still holding that infamous smirk of his. “i find it very hard to believe that you want to refuse me. not when your body reacts so beautifully to my touches.”

his hand grazes your nipple again and you shiver. he only proves his point easily by doing that, and you still don’t want to say anything. raphael is a patient man, you will give him that, but when his patience runs thin and you spot his brows furrowing… you want to run. he has entertained you long enough tonight, and now you will experience his rage. in more ways than one, he will destroy you. he will make you scream his name until your vocal cords have been destroyed. you will beg for his mercy and he will not give it. you will beg for him to stop, and he will not, for you have danced around his deal for days now and tonight was the end of that. he will show you what it means to mess with the son of mephistopheles.

you will no longer be a virgin with wings. no longer will you be a devout follower of heavenly martyrs, but a devoted wife to the cambion. to the devil raphael. to the man who will ruin you over and over again. you will give him the crown of karsus and bear his children, and forever live your life as his slave. and maybe, just maybe, it seems so pleasurable and delightful.

he snaps his fingers and now all of his clothes are off. you become wetter by the second as you take in his body. his cock, thick and large, just waiting to be thrusted inside of you. how will your virginal self ever be able to take that in one night? you have never even slipped a finger inside of you before. fear clouds your eyes and now you are scared to take him in. but raphael doesn’t care about your pain, he only cares about his pleasure.

“look at you, dripping wet all for me,” he rubs his knuckle in your wetness, teasing you. you hum in reply, enjoying the feeling. raphael rubs small circles around your most sensitive areas, eliciting soft moans and whimpers from your moist lips. he is preparing you for what is to come. that is the least he can do for you.

he slides a long finger in you, pumping it in and out slowly just to see your reaction. you shift uncomfortably, unsure of the feeling. raphael smirks and moves it in further, noticing that you had already ripped your hymen (most likely from outdoing yourself in a battle). you moan when he goes past it, finally feeling that pleasurable spot you never had experienced yourself. he suddenly inserts another finger, stretching you out more. it hurts and you tear up from the pain. the pleasure has gone and all you feel now is his fingers roughly hitting the spongey area inside of you.

“it hurts!” you cry, shutting your eyes and allowing your tears to fall. and this is just the beginning as well. you allow him to continue though, not bothering to thrash your body to force his fingers out of you. because the more he pumps and lets you adjust to it, the more pleasurable it becomes.

a pair of footsteps comes entering the room, and you hear a familiar chuckle coming from beside you. you open up your eyes to see what appears to be a younger-looking raphael bent down beside your head, smiling at you sadistically. you don’t give much of a reaction. you only look at him, then at the devil between your legs readying you for the loss of your virginity.

“my, my, what a pretty one,” the fake raphael smiles. “is she the one you speak so highly of? the lost virgin with wings?”

raphael only rolls his eyes at the incubus and then removes his fingers from inside of you. you feel empty all of a sudden, but when he pushes you up further against the bed, allowing the ropes to untangle around your ankles, you see him bend down and spread your legs even further apart. you try to back yourself up but his grip on your thighs tightens. your ankles have been freed, and yet you do not try to kick him. you instead relax in his touch and sink into the fine silks of his large bed.

“i will break her and clip her wings,” raphael says, moving his head closer to your cunt. “i will take her virginity and claim her as mine, haarlep.” he suddenly snaps his head to look at the incubus. “leave.”

his voice was demanding. he wasn’t inviting haarlep to tease him or play with him. he was serious, and with a grin and wave, the incubus left without another word. raphael probably instilled an indescribable fear in him. a silent fear. a hushed one. yet you do not feel any fear from that voice of his. only an ache you’ve never felt before. an ache that leaves you wet.

raphael notices almost immediately, and without a word or warning, dives his head in between your legs and kisses your cunt. you jolt at the light touch and sigh all at the same time. it feels so good.

“you are mine, little mouse,” he says. “do you understand?”

you open your mouth to say “never”, but he places his lips back on your folds and you moan loudly. his tongue laps up your wetness over and over again, and it tickles your whole body. you bite your lip to stop yourself from being too loud, to attract anybody from coming and peeking, but you can’t help it. you moan out his name, and he moves his lips from your folds to your clit and sucks on it.

the sensation was something you’ve never felt before in your life. you tried to shut your legs on him, to stop him from sucking too much but his hold on you is so strong.

“raphael!” you moaned. you squeeze your eyes shut and arch your back. he brings one of your legs over his shoulder to spread your legs even further, and it makes it all the better. he only sucks on it more and more and you try to thrash around to get away from him, but it doesn’t work. it felt so good, but it was all too much. it was so much pleasure that at one point, the nerves stopped, and you finally felt it.

you lay back down comfortably and sigh delightfully. raphael pulls away but quickly sticks a finger in you, thrusting in and out at a rapid pace. it feels good too but his tongue feels better, and so does his lips. you whine his name and buck your hips toward his face. he laughs at the pitiful state you’re in. you’re so humiliating when your bottom lip is all pouty, your body responds to his every touch, and the way sweat is already glistening on your skin. your cunt clenches around his one finger tightly, and all raphael can think about is how great it will feel to be in you. to rip apart your insides and finally claim you as his. to convince you, finally, to marry him before you defeat the brain. to have you sign a contract bound in blood, make you one of his, and forever be at his side. to secure the crown of karsus and a powerful ally all in one move.

he slips a second finger in and you squeal, arching your back again off the bed as you start to now cry a little. but he does not care. he knows you want his lips back on you, and not his fingers anymore. but dear, you need to be prepared for him.

“raphael…” you whine again.

“say it.”

his voice is deep and the thrusting of his fingers intensifies. it’s rough and it hurts. his nails scratch against the walls of your cunt and it makes you bleed. you can feel it, but you can’t see it. it hurts more than it brings pleasure, but you don’t want to admit anything. you bite the inside of your lip and lean your head back against the pillow to shut up. you won’t say it.

“little mouse, that won’t work…”

he presses his thumb against your clit and rubs painfully, slow circles on it. you gasp and hide your head behind your arm as best as possible, but the more he does it, the less you can keep quiet. the roughness of his fingers but the gentleness of his thumb breaks out a delight in you. you don’t want it to end. you want more and more. this is all you’ve ever dreamed of.

and you break easily. because that is all it takes for him to claim you that fast.

“i’m yours,” you quietly moan in the comfort of your arm.

he moves his head back down. “say it louder, my dear. say it louder so the heavenly martyrs can hear you from down here, and know that i have plucked one of their angels. they will know how i clipped your wings and stole your virginity.”

he places his lips back on your clit and you yell. you’re smiling. “i’m yours, raphael!” you moan, bucking your hips into his mouth. “forever!”

the ties around your wrists come undone and your hands shoot to his horns, grabbing them to drag him closer to you. you’re moaning louder than ever before, and you believe that the heavenly martyrs can truly hear you. raphael, the cambion, has finally claimed you. and all it took was his tongue.

you grind your hips into his face, moaning as he keeps on sucking on your clit. his tongue occasionally licking at it to never stop the waves of pleasure crashing into you. you want more and more. you don’t want him to stop. you can stay like this, forever, and never want to leave. raphael is right. all you could ever want is here, right in his house of hope. and that all you could ever want and need will be fulfilled by him.

your movements get more erratic the more you feel the pit in your stomach tighten. your movements get faster but sloppier, and you feel yourself about to cum. but raphael stops and moves away. he pushes you away from him and you shut your legs almost immediately, embarrassed as to how he pushes you aside. you see your wetness on his lips and it makes you flustered and your body heat up. but that pit in your stomach dies down, and now all pleasure is lost. you feel defeated and upset. unsatisfied.

“why?” is all you can ask.

raphael snaps his fingers and your places have been switched. now he lays comfortably with his back against his mountain of pillows, while you are at the edge of the bed. you finally can see his erection in all its glory. how your moaning and face fucking lead to this. how his cock will soon be buried inside of you any moment now, and it will be the worst yet best pain of your life. his cock will take your old self away. it’ll take your virginity, and all that will be left of you will be his. and you have never been so eager.

“have you touched yourself before, my dear?” he asks.

you can’t help but stare shockingly into his orange eyes. he was absurd. and so you nod, but then he snaps his fingers again and you find yourself now sitting on his lap. he grabs your throat tightly and moves you back. your last gasp of air leaves your lips, and you grab his hands to stop him from squeezing anymore. you couldn’t breathe.

“you have a tongue still. speak.”

his grip loosens just enough for you to use your words.

“yes,”

“have you ever touched anybody else?”

“no, raphael…”

he smiles at your answer and moves his hand from your throat to your head. he pushes you lower and lower until your face is up close to his erection. he runs his hand through your hair and grabs a thick chunk of it, tugging it to force you to look up at him again.

“then tonight, darling, i will break that. and if you satisfy me enough, i’ll give you the release you so desperately want. but only if you are a good little mouse.”

he caresses your cheek and smiles a little more. “and i won’t stop. you will beg and you will cry, but i will not stop until i’ve had my fill. then, i will ruin you…”

he moves his hand back to your hair and guides your head down to his dick. you don’t know what to do. you grab it so gently and place your other hand on his abdomen as you press your lips to the tip of it. you swirl your tongue around it before licking up its length. he’s quiet though, and it’s unnerving. you quickly take him into your mouth without another thought and start bobbing your head up and down his length. finally, raphael lets out a content sigh and pushes a few strands of hair out of your face.

it makes you wet knowing he likes it. that he enjoys your mouth on him, just as you did with his. you move your hand up and down at a good pace, not too slow nor too fast. you don’t want to tease him but you don’t want to try and finish him fast. you want to know what he likes. you want to explore his body as he does yours. you truly believe in your heart and mind that this will not be the last time you will be on your knees and stomach for him. and you’ll gladly do it over and over again.

he is hot; a cool burning to the inside of your mouth. it burns pleasurably, a feeling that is difficult to describe. you lose control over any willpower to run out of there, and to god knows where. your body melts into the bed as you mindlessly suck on him. you want all of him against you and in you. you take him in deeper and deeper and move your hand faster and faster.

it is quite a surprise how good you were. how fast you were able to discover what made him groan and jolt under your touch. his hands grip your hair tighter than before and you swear with one wrong move, he might take off your head. he is gripping so tight, that you start to feel some hairs getting pulled from your scalp. and it hurts badly. yet, you don’t focus on that. you don’t focus on the incoming headache and instead focus on wanting his release.

you move your mouth back up to his tip and lick it again, fast, as your tongue dives into the little hole and swirls in it. raphael moans and you open your eyes to watch him. his mouth is open and his face is contorted into an expression you’ve never seen before. an expression of pure bliss. your eyes lock with his and he gives you that infamous smirk of his. his sharp teeth a pearly white, and his eyes glowing more than usual. you hum against his throbbing cock that’s still in your mouth. raphael moans at that feeling and leans his head back against the pillows.

“you’re such a good little mouse,” he says in a deep voice. you hear the pant in his words, and it makes you so happy knowing you could leave the devil breathless.

you take him out of your mouth with a “pop” and smile at his compliment. you want to kiss him. to kiss his whole body and worship him like a god. he would soon be one once you deliver him that crown and you could be by his side even if he treated you like a slave. such power in his hands as you live a life of luxury and painful pleasure. it doesn’t seem so bad.

you gather the spit in your mouth and let it drool onto his dick. it drips from your lips slowly, and you use your thumb to rub it all around the tip of his cock, lubricating him more. you move your hand up and down again, watching as your spit slides up and down. raphael’s breathing grows heavier with each stroke, and when you put his cock back into your mouth and take him so deep. that it hits the back of your throat, he moans loudly.

raphael notices how quickly you moved back though, and so he quickly dragged your head back down his dick, forcing you to take more of him in you. you almost choke on how big he is, and how it hurts so bad. you can’t breathe and yet it doesn’t matter. it’s so disgustingly beautiful. you bob your head faster and faster, enjoying the sounds he’s making. raphael starts to guide your head, not allowing you to stop. he was almost there, almost on the brink of release.

his voice gets deeper and his moans are louder. you’ve placed both hands on his abdomen now as you just take him fucking your face. it makes you cry, how badly you cannot breathe, and how bad it hurts the back of your throat. tears run down your cheeks and onto him, and he laughs at the state you’re in again. so cute yet so humiliating.

“swallow it all, little mouse,” he says. it’s a demand, not a suggestion. he doesn’t say what will happen if you don’t, and you don’t want to know. you’ve never done this before and you don’t know how you’ll be able to take him all in.

with a few more thrusts into your face, raphael cums and lets out the sexiest and deepest groan you’ve ever heard. his load is hot and it burns your throat. you try to swallow it all, but there’s too much and it doesn’t stop coming. you moan and try to keep up, but his cum starts to drip down your chin now and down your throat. he pushes you away again and pants heavily. you’re still crying when he looks at you. your chest has his cum on it, and so does your mouth and chin. you look like a mess: a hot mess. and raphael loves it.

you go to wipe his cum off your mouth, but he leans forward and grabs you, kissing you immediately. you moan into the kiss and wrap your arms around him, enjoying it greatly. you can taste yourself still on his lips, and as his tongue forces its way into your mouth, he too can taste himself. and it’s safe to say that he tasted better than wyvern whiskey. a sweet yet tangible taste to it, he had. it was the complete opposite of what he is in nature.

you feel his hands grab your breasts and squeeze them, pinching your nipples so hard they almost bled. you gasped into his mouth and started to grind your hips against his, wanting that sweet release from earlier. raphael laughs in your mouth and pulls away.

“you are pathetic,” he says.

you look up at him with your big eyes and fucked-out face. it catches him off guard as to how beautiful you are. with his cum on your body, the little prick on your lip from where he bit you earlier, the messy hair, and beautiful skin. you are almost as beautiful as him. he can’t help but stare at your glowing features (caused by your sweat and his cum). you see raphael’s face soften, but it goes away as fast as it came.

“i am pathetic,” you murmur. “i am whatever you want me to be, raphael…”

your voice was low and soft. it was sultry and sexy, something he never would have imagined to come from you. and by the nine hells did it make him painfully hard again. he kissed you again to stop looking at your pretty face and to shut you up. he felt his nature soften when you spoke and it angered him how the tables have turned so easily. how that one look of yours made him crumble. you would not pull that sorcery again. not now, not ever. the devil raphael wouldn’t bend to a mortal’s charms, ever.

he moves forward until you’re lying on your back with him on top of you again. raphael doesn’t waste any time by moving back down in between your legs and licking up the wetness that now found its way in between your thighs. he sucks on a spot that was particularly wet and close to your cunt, and you clench at nothing and breathlessly moan. he then bites down, hard, and you yelp in pain. it bleeds now, and raphael licks up the blood like it is the richest of wines. it throbs painfully and you whimper because of it. raphael does not care though.

he places his lips back on your cunt and starts to lick again. he swirls it around your wetness and uses his fingers again to make you reach your orgasm quicker than before. but you have been on edge since then, and having to suck him off while not being able to touch yourself was undeniably the worst type of pain you’ve felt in your life. raphael, now feeling how wet you were with two fingers, painfully thrusts in a third one. he removes his lips and twists and turns it around to see how you adjust.

you cry even harder and have to wipe the tears away from your eyes. it doesn’t even feel good, it just hurts. “stop!” you cry. “it hurts!”

“i need you to be prepared for me, little mouse. pleasure will overcome pain, but only if you allow it to. don’t resist…”

you try to relax, but he doesn’t slow down. you can’t tell if he’s lying or not because you’ve never had anybody do this to you before. it scares you, honestly. but the faster raphael jams his fingers in and out of you without sucking on your clit, the worse the pain is. you cover your eyes and think about praying to the heavens to come and save you. but nobody will come. nobody will listen. you are on your own.

remember, you have lost yourself. everything you are and everything you own is now raphael’s, forever and always.

he hums and puts his lips back on your clit to suck on it again. it makes you gasp and moan, and he doesn’t plan on stopping. you feel that pit in your stomach again. it’s burning hotter than before, and it feels even better. you run your hands through raphael’s hair and run your nails against his scalp. it feels good to him, but his lips and fingers feel even better than a few head scratches. you buck your hips against his face and cry. you’re almost there.

and when it comes, it releases like a tidal wave. you scream raphael’s name and shake under him. but he doesn’t slow down. he only goes faster. you don’t have time to slow down your breathing. you’re sensitive to the touch everywhere and it is starting to hurt. you manage to move away a little, but raphael gets upset and grabs your legs again to drag you back up to him. he is sitting up now, holding your lower body up to his face as he looks down at you with only lust in his orange eyes.

“stop, please! raphael!” you scream, trying to get away again. but his grip on you is so strong, that his nails break the skin and you bleed again. you yell and jolt with each wave of sensation that comes in, and before long, you feel yourself about to cum again. it hurts this time though, and it lasts longer than the other one.

raphael finally lets go of you and your legs drop onto his lap. you’re trying to get control of your breathing again, but your body lays half unnaturally in his lap and your hair sticks to the sweat on your face by your nose, making it difficult to breathe. you close your legs and cry onto his sheets. it hurts so much at the end, but you think about that pleasurable orgasm you have never felt before in your life. if felt like a gift. a new becoming. it was a release you could never give yourself. a release you’ve never, ever had before. and it was breathtaking.

raphael spreads your legs wide open and you shriek. you go to shut them again but he smacks your ass hard with his tail in reciprocation. it stings and you hiss in pain.

“don’t defy me!” he snaps.

you shiver under him. “i’m sorry,” you whimper. you open your legs for him and he positions himself comfortably in between them. this is it. this is finally it. whatever you have left of you will finally be gone... you tear up again and close your eyes, inhaling sharply. raphael leans over you and kisses you softly on the lips, tugging at the bottom lip a little. you kiss back instantly, enjoying the taste of him and you. but then he pulls away to tease you, and you reach your hand up to touch his cheek. his skin is so soft and he leans into your touch like a cat.

“wrap me around your little finger,”

he’s reciting your poem again. it sounds better coming from him than it does from you, but the question arises again as to where he found it and how he acquired it. it was always on you, but you don’t dare to ask him now. he holds your hand with his and caresses the back of it with his thumb.

“wrap me around your wedding ring,”

he kisses your hand and moves it away to grab your hips. raphael uses one hand to position his cock at your slick entrance that was so sensitive and needy. he looks up at you to see the nervous look on your face. and with the slightest movement of his hips, he slips inside of you rather easily. you arch your back off the bed and reach for him, but he doesn’t give himself to you. not yet, anyway.

“your words, they take the shape my body makes,”

he thrusts into you slowly, and you moan.

“isn’t that the scary thing?”

he grabs a hold of your hips with both hands now and helps you find the rhythm. you only feel pain though and he’s barely in. you feel the inside of you burn with pain and rip apart from his cock and it burns with the fire of the nine hells. you don’t want to cry this time. you’ve cried enough and this time you want to keep your eyes open, clearly, and see what is happening to your body.

and he is glorious.

his body is beautiful, and the smooth bucking of his hips into yours is like an instrument. its sounds are beautiful and pleasant, and all nerves and pain wash away when you relax into the bed and let him take you. raphael’s bliss enters your tadpole-occupied mind and all you feel is the pleasure of his dick inside of you. it thrusts at a constant speed with such great precision. from the time you have been here, he makes it seem like he’s known your body for years.

his touches are that of a lover’s, and his care is that of a stranger’s. but with every other thrust, you feel him go slightly deeper each time. his cock stretches you out more each time and you watch it with a lustful look in your big eyes. you’re so intrigued by the sheer size of his dick.

but when raphael sees you enjoy yourself too much again, he always finds a way to ruin it. he suddenly thrusts hard and stops.

“raphael!” you yell in pain.

you feel yourself start to bleed. the pain could be intolerable to most, but you were not like most people. it hurt, badly. it felt like every inch of your body was going to rip. you want to relax, you want to calm yourself down. but it hurts even though he’s not moving. you steady your breathing, or at least tried to, and bathed in the hurt. he slid out slowly and thrust back into you with the same amount of force as last time. you cried and yelled with each time he did it. you bled and bled all over him.

your blood drips onto his bed and it matches the color of his sheets. a dark red that matches the color perfectly, and it was soon forgotten about. raphael roughly grabs your throat roughly again, and you fight against him this time. he slams his lips against yours and kisses you again, and it’s rough. there’s no passion or love; there never was. but he was hungry for you, and his fervent kisses were hard and fast. you could feel your soul drain and belong to him. he moves his head to your neck and bites down harshly, drawing blood immediately. you grab his shoulders but find yourself not pushing him away. you dig your nails into his skin and push him up closer to you.

it hurts. it hurts like a bitch when all you feel is his sharp teeth dig into your skin and his dick takes slow, painful thrusts into you. raphael could use a spell to make it better for you. to not make you so tight and tense but he likes to see you hurt and squirming and squealing like a mouse in a trap. to see how you bleed as you take him in painfully and cry and cry his name and beg for him to stop. he moves his head out of the crevice of your neck to watch the look of pleasure and pain contort on your face and your silent tears cascade down those flushed and puffy cheeks. the future hero of baldur’s gate was so beautiful like this—under the control and manipulation of the devil himself.

and when his fire pits of eyes look into your teary and puffy ones, he starts to go faster. he wants to see you cry more. he wants your pain to turn into pleasure. he wants to see your spirit falter and die.

“i cried the day i realized that lies were hidden in his kisses,”

he continues, kissing your chin right after.

“i was tangled in his arms,”

he brings you up to his chest and it makes it all the easier to hit that spot you enjoy the most. you forget about the pain and arch your back, now drawing his blood and staining your nails red. raphael goes faster and faster, hitting that spongy spot inside of you that drives you crazy. you wrap your arms around his neck and fall into him, grinding your hips each time he brings you down into him.

“raphael…” you moan, shutting your eyes.

his breathing is getting labored.

“i was his mess, his ball of strings,”

he grabs your hair and yanks it harshly, ripping a few strands. you don’t care. you offer yourself to him, willingly showing him your neck that had his bites and the vampires. raphael bites down on the spot astarion took pleasure in biting almost every night, and now covered it with his bite marks. he bites down harder than the previous ones and sucks on it. you run your hands through his hair and moan into his ear passionately. raphael shudders at the sound of your voice.

“i would give him everything,” you moan into his ear, lips hovering over it. “the nine hells and second chances.”

you finish your poem. the poem you had started at fifteen and finished only a few days ago. how your feelings for him were manifesting on a ripped and bloodied piece of paper that he managed to find on your journey to baldur’s gate. when you had written your one-way ticket to hell on your own. and how did you manage to convince yourself that you were still a child of the seven martyrs? how did you manage to keep yourself away from his many advances and sexual fantasies? from the trickery you bestowed upon yourself? you disgusting liar.

you hear raphael chuckle in between his low moans, and you hold onto him tighter. you don’t want to let go of the cambion you find yourself falling for every second.

you clench around raphael when he thrusts faster. you kiss his neck and moan into his skin, feeling the bliss of him. you want to cum so bad and so hard. you want to please him, to not anger him. you trail your kisses onto his chin, and he turns his head to kiss you again. you grab his cheek and slip your tongue into his mouth, fighting for some control. his tongue swirls around with yours and he groans into the kiss. he smacks your ass hard again, and you press yourself against him more. you clench around him again because of it, and it’s enough to almost send you over the edge. you moan into the kiss and pull away.

raphael grabs your chin and forces your mouth open, and you can barely stick your tongue out to meet his. you’re moaning as he sucks on the pink muscle and then spits right into your mouth. it drips down the side of your lips but you lick it. he did say to swallow it all.

“such a good little mouse,” he praises you, caressing your cheek.

you come to love the nickname. it turns you on and raphael can feel it. it’s starting to get difficult to breathe and raphael knows that you’re close. he lays you back down on the bed and spreads your legs wide. he doesn’t slow down. he slams into you like it’ll be the last time he’ll ever touch you. you can see stars when you close your eyes, and maybe his dick is so big you can feel it hit your stomach each time he goes in harder. your body tenses up and you start to cry again.

“i’m almost there, raphael!” you moan. “please, please don’t stop!”

you’re so sweet, so pitiful. he doesn’t plan on slowing down anytime soon. your begging is like a sonnet to his ears and he finds himself finishing inside of you. he stills and releases his hot load into you. you cry and shake, and soon you cum too. you grip the sheets and feel your life escape from your body. a feeling unimaginable; an orgasm so hard and beautiful. your back collapses onto the bed and you start to pant heavily. raphael slips out of you and uses a finger to feel the inside of your cunt. you were filled so much it wouldn’t stop leaking out of you.

raphael gets off the bed and fixes his hair quickly. you watch him, still breathing heavily, as he moves some loose strands back behind his ear. he looks at your body and notices the state it was in. blood and cum was smeared all over your sweaty body. your hair stuck to your face and your lips were bruised and swollen from his kisses. with a snap of his fingers he could take you back to your camp and leave you like that. in another time, he will, but some things needed to be discussed with you first.

your legs were pressed tightly together, likely to keep his cum inside of you. you were already missing his heated embrace and fervent kisses. you reach out a hand to him, smiling a little. his heart warms just the tiniest bit and he goes to grab your hand.

“will you accept now?” he asks, dragging you to him. he picks you up and takes you to the large bath in the room. you are still blinded by your lust for him, and although your body aches and writhes in pain from his relentless fucking, you feel like you can think clearly.

raphael sits you down in his lap in the bath, and you relax into his touch. he shocks himself with his tenderness towards you, and it makes him want to gag. but he enjoys it. he enjoys doing this for you. when your mind starts to clear from the bath, you realize what he has done. and it hurts.

“i was only a girl before you came into my life and manipulated my parents,” you say. “and because of you, i had to grow up fast to protect my family. you act like their friend. you act like you care about them. even i fell for your tricks, raphael, and then i saw you for who you are when you asked my parents for my hand in marriage.”

you think back to that night; the night before you were kidnapped. when raphael had talked with your father via letters to allow him to marry you. and when he had come to your home that evening, and your father excitedly told you that raphael had some great news for you. that you would be betrothed to him, and you saw that flicker of the hells in his eyes. you first blamed it on the trick of the lights, but when raphael appeared after the nautiloid and took you to his house of hope for the first time and revealed himself to you… you knew you were doomed.

“you took everything from me tonight,” you continued. “my privacy, my virginity, my wings… i no longer have any solace or faith in the seven martyrs that rule mount celestia, but in you…”

you turn around and look at him. he has no expression on his face, and it doesn’t shock you. he couldn’t care about your feelings, and you knew that. so why do you lay your heart bare for him?

“i’m alone.”

raphael laughs and it burns a hole in your heart. “it hurts my heart so dearly to hear you say this, my little mouse. i do not need to repeat myself. you may have been a lost virgin with wings, but as long as you stay here with me, in my house of hope, then your wings will regrow.”

you look at him, trying to study his facial features. but they’re deceiving many a time, and so you don’t know what he truly is feeling. all you know is that he has taken everything from you, and now your new self belongs to him. you lean in and go to kiss him but he stops you by placing his hands on your lips.

“enough with the teasing, my dear…” he whispers in that voice you love so much. “tell me what i want to hear. tell me what your heart desires. what you wrote for me…”

your breath hitches in your throat. he moves his hand away to allow you to speak, and you inhale sharply. was it alright to do this? everybody would hate you. but it was okay. as long as you have raphael, nothing else matters.

“i’ll marry you, raphael,” you whisper back. “i want to be yours until my soul ceases to exist. i want to be with you always.”

you lean in closer, your lips hovering above his. still, you look into his eyes.

“i will make you king of the nine hells.”

and you kiss him. raphael embraces you fast and kisses you right back, pressing your body tightly up against his. there was no need for a contract when this was something coming from your heart. you truly wanted to do this. you wanted to be by his side, lavished in sex and diamonds. you want to be his consort or slave—it didn’t matter to you. you were his. and that was all you ever wanted since he first looked at you when you were fifteen. when he introduced himself to you under the guise of a wealthy man. who ever knew you would fall in love with the devil.

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you return to camp clothed and ready to retire for the night. wyll spots you emerging from the area by the lake where you were last spotted, and runs over to you. he can smell the sulfur as soon as he stands in your vicinity, and a look of disgust arises on his facial features as he looks at you. you don’t even have time to say hello before he says anything.

“you’ve been gone for ages, tav!” he almost yells. you put your hands out in front of you to quiet him down so nobody would ask what the problem was.

“i’m sorry,” you say, but you don’t feel all that sorry.

“what business do you have with raphael?!”

you don’t say anything at first. you only look at him and shake your head, ignoring his question. you go to move past him, but he grabs your shoulder and forces you to stay. you wince in pain and quickly pull back. raphael’s bath helped but he wanted to remind you of his marks and power over you. now that you had promised to marry him once you see your parents again.

“it’s none of your business, wyll.”

“you don’t know what game you’re playing. i swear if you signed a deal with him or—“

“it was nothing like that! we just… have a history together.”

“and you hid it from us this whole time?”

“it’s nothing serious. he just so happens to know my parents and… wanted to ask me a few questions.”

oh, but it was far worse. you had made love to him, professed yourself to him, and accepted his marriage proposal. you would give him the crown of karsus and help him take over the nine hells. it was the worst plot to come from the son of mephistopheles. it was something wyll could not even begin to guess even if he tried. but your sternness and collective demeanor convinced him that it was nothing more than that.

he softens up again and clears his throat. “like what?”

you cross your arms and raise an eyebrow. “wyll.”

“i know i shouldn’t pry into your business, but when it comes to the devil, it’s difficult for me.”

you stare at him for a heartbeat before grabbing his hands with yours and squeezing them. you smile at him gently and rub the back of his hands with your thumbs. “whatever we talked about has no concern to you guys. it was a personal matter that didn’t involve you or the tadpoles. i promise you.”

a false promise. wyll had no choice but to believe you and thank you for your “honesty”. as he turns around to head to bed, you drop the smile and make your way to your tent with pain in between your legs. finally, you collapse into your bed and stare up at the fabric of your tent. raphael was in your mind. he will forever be in your mind. he is you, and you are him, forever.

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