#raphael drabble

[cambion-companion]

Drunk Drabble

WITH RAPHAEL!

I've done this with Aemond plenty of times and had great fun.

But what of a drunk Tav/reader irking the living hell out of Raphael?

Raphael x reader (gn) | drabble

With long fingers, Raphael delicately yet firmly removed the chalice from your hand. “You have become exasperating within the grip of your inebriation, my dear.”

“Little words please, Raphael.”  You hiccupped gently and tried to paw your drink back from him, missing by a wide margin.

Raphael set the glass far above where you could reach, bestowing a bemused smirk upon you and quelling any attempts to clumsily leap for it with his large hand upon your head.

“I resent that.”  You teetered and would have stumbled over your own feet had the cambion not caught you around the midriff. “I resent you.”  You pointed accusingly at Raphael’s face, your finger veering a little left.  

He neatly readjusted your aim for you. “If I were not already resigned to your nature, I would expel you bodily from my presence.”

“You like me!”  Your following giggle almost turned into a fit of coughing as you swallowed the wrong way.

Raphael sighed and thumped you on the back, a little harder than strictly necessary. “I tolerate you.”

“Same difference to a devil.”  You continued to stifle giggles against the back of your hand, swaying on the spot.

Raphael was half-tempted to just push you over, it would’ve been so easy and quite amusing.

You yawned widely and your eyes grew heavy.  Without much thought, you leaned against Raphael’s solid warm body and tucked your head against him.

“Desist at once.”

“Small words.” You requested again.

Raphael’s hands hovered around you, his surprise and annoyance leaving him momentarily unsure of what to do.  A rare experience for the cambion.

When you began to nuzzle that’s when his hands took you firmly by the waist and righted your form. You simply swayed back into place against him, smiling in peace and quite unaware of his growing agitation.

“How about we write a clause in that contract of ours.”  You muttered and turned your nose against his tunic, the better to smell him. “I get to snuggle whenever I see fit.”

With a sharp pain and a flash of infernal magic you landed ass-first upon the hard dirty ground outside a now locked door.

[hopeforkitten]

Raphael chastises his beloved warlock. I like it when this man threatens us, don't you?

The warlock does not find a place for herself. It's already evening, all the new comrades have gone to their tents. The girl rustles a few items in her bag, she does not believe that she has lost the most important thing. An amulet that allowed her master to keep an eye on her and contact him.

A quiet flash, the sharp smell of fire and the sweetness of cherries.

"And what do I see?"

The familiar velvety voice makes her shudder, turn around and plop down on the ground. She looks up at her master from below, sitting on the grass.

"Rap-Raphael I"

"Get up, you pathetic creature"

Raphael frowns and folds his arms over his chest, looks away while the girl awkwardly stands up and shakes herself off.

Such a performance inevitably attracted her new companions. They were about to approach the guest, but with an eloquent snap of his fingers, Raphael outlined a circle of fire around Tav's tent, forcing them to watch them speechlessly.

The devil looked disgustedly at Tav, who guiltily lowered her head in front of him.

"Eyes on me," he purred in an explanatory tone, leaning slightly towards the girl.

Tav straightened up and turned her puppy dog eyes to Raphael.

"You went on a mission, and now I find my servant in a completely unrelated place. And you lost my thing," Raphael said the last in a particularly angry tone and turned the lost medallion in front of his nose.

The girl was inspired by the amulet she found and tried to grab it, the devil was upset and hid it in his fist.

"No, no. Useful toys get my attention, not unsuccessful runaways."

"Raphael, I was in no way going to deceive you. I was going to complete the task, but..." Tav, with trembling lips, tries to justify herself to him, to tell him about her abduction by the illithids.

"Silence" Raphael smiles at her condescendingly.

"Do you know what the punishments are for disobedient warlocks?" Raphael thinks about it and turns your attention to Will, standing confused in the distance. "Your new friend is a good example. Mizora graciously decorated his appearance with infernal paraphernalia. But will it suit you?" Raphael returns his gaze to Tav and thinks about it. "No, because my infernal features are your weakness, so it will not be a punishment."

The devil leans towards her, causing the girl a mixture of primordial fear with a hint of embarrassment. Raphael straightens up and smiles maliciously, baring his teeth.

"There is one appearance that scares you. A lovely tadpole in this empty head. What scares you more, what can I or he do?" The sly question makes you shrink in fear and becomes somewhat lower.

"We can both tear apart your body and make your soul wander forever. I am more creative and many people find the monotony more unbearable than just suffering. But I won't play with you forever either."The devil boringly examined his nails and roughly took Tav by the chin.

"Those soft lips, the diligent tongue, how much pleasure they brought me. It will be a shame when the pretty face is replaced by tentacles..." The devil was talking about your past acts of love. The problem in your head felt more and more acute under the onslaught of his threats.

"M-maybe you can help?"

It's hard for Tav to speak while her lower jaw is clamped in the devil's fingers.

"Am I going to help you? Why should I? You are still capable of running my errands. I'll find a new case for you soon. And the problem with tadpoles is exclusively yours." Raphael lifted her chin and let go. The warlock was hurt by both his words and his contemptuous look.

Raphael reveled in Tav's subdued state for a few more seconds.

"See you soon,"

He snapped his fingers and disappeared, along with the perimeter of the fire around the tent.

Tav slowly sank to the ground. Her excited companions came up to her, but her attention was busy. The girl replayed in her memory her past, the devil's favorite, sharing a bed with him at night and power during the day. She no longer remembers her life without him. The devil and his two faithful assistants, she no longer sees her life in another company. She knows the layout of the house of hope better than anything.

Half of her things are gifts from Raphael. Her ornate sword, elegant boots, cloak, everything perfectly matched the devil's style. It seems that yesterday the devil saw her off with a kiss on the forehead, and today he looks at her with disgust and is disappointed in her. Tav wilts like a flower until the group puts her in order.

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"Korilla, my dear, you look upset. Don't worry, your friend won't leave us so soon, she just needs a little shake." Raphael said this into the void in front of him, and at the end of the phrase turned to the side, a puzzled Korilla materialized among the tall grass.

"Look at her throwing like it's our client," Raphael thought for a few moments, "And follow her, help her if anything happens, but do everything unnoticed. Let her think that the devil's mercy has left her" Raphael's eyebrows rise dreamily and he smiles slyly.

Corilla is comforted by the familiar emotions of the devil.

"The assignment is accepted, Master."

[ineadhyn]

Gnome Raphael - a drabble

I had the "size difference kink"-thought and Raphael had it as well.

"Haarlep!" Raphael entered the House of Hope. It had been a long day and just the sight of his Incubus slumbering on the bed like a lazy cat infuriated him. "Is this what you have been doing all day?" Slowly the Haarlep stretched his limbs and his eyelids fluttered. They yawned. "Haarlep!" "Ye-" Their eyes opened abruptly and for one moment they just stared at him, looking him up and down. Then their chin quivered as if they suppressed a laughing fit. "What, dear master, is this?" they managed to ask. "What?" Raphael walked over to one of the chairs, which took a lot more steps than he was used to. Unbothered by the snorting incubus behind him, he unbuttoned his doublet. He looked down at his disguised body. "Oh, this." He hung the doublet over the back of the chair, stretching by doing so. "I had a theory that, whilst a handsome older man is nice and dainty, some people would be more easily convinced by a gnome. The short races, obviously. They prefer to talk to someone on their eye level. But also a lot of humans tend to underestimate a devil that has to look up to them. And it's especially amusing to best elves - a lot of them are disgustingly racist ..." He shook his head in pretended disapproval, but noticed that Haarlep had climbed off the bed and now stood directly behind him. The tip of their tail flicked against his short legs. Raphael turned around. He was even lower than crotch hight in this form. Gracefully Haarlep lowered down on one knee to inspect his new shape closer. "That is all very well." A grin appeared on their lips. "I like the ears, they are adorable." They reached out to caress them and Raphael felt the sensitivity his human ears were missing. "Hm." "Kiss me." Compliant Raphael bent forward and met the incubus lips. But just a few seconds after he had tasted their saliva, Haarlep pulled back, laughing. “Ah, Raphael … You never stop to amaze me. Did you really think I wouldn’t know?” He stayed quiet. Maybe blushing a little. “I have known you for two millennia, please, you insult me.” Haarlep tilted their head. “Oh, how your heart is thrumming. Even if I didn’t know you, I could sense the way your blood is rushing.” They ran a finger down his bare and narrow chest. Then they stood up, grabbed him around the wrist and lifted him up on the desk effortlessly. “Now, how about you stop being ashamed and … indulge.” As they came closer the harness disappeared in a shower of red sparks. The smile on their lips was self-satisfied and borderline cruel. Maybe this hadn’t been such a good idea after all.

I really love that Mod from Nikjima.

[tmntxreader]

Ohmyjebus will you please have Raphael say 2 of them in one story? "Are you tired? Here, I'll carry you the rest of the way." and "I think your perfect. Even with all your flaws, you're nothing but perfect."

Your legs were growing tired and your eyes were growing heavy, you and Raph had been sent to the opposite side of the Sewers to sort out one of the cameras - You couldn’t hold hold back the yawn, Raph chuckled at your tiredness. 

“Sleepy, Princess?” He questioned, Finally fixing the camera and Donnie sighed out of relief when he could finally stop instructing him how to do it. 

“hmmm” You hummed in response, a sleepy grin appearing on your face with a shrug - “It’s… Been a long day” You commented, slight hesitation in your voice - You remembered back too your friend, if you could even consider him a friend anymore - he started making fun of you, little off handed comments which built up and got worse over time. You don’t know why he said the things he did, but it wasn’t really the point - he shouldn’t have said them in the first place. 

“Hey” He frowned, his head tilting in question “What’s wrong?” He pushed gently, sitting next to you on the floor, watching you rub your face in distress. “Talk ‘ta me” 

“Its…” you rolled your neck, the back of your head softly colliding with the concrete wall behind you “My friend, he–” You couldn’t bring yourself to repeat the words, “insulted me, just used all my insecurities and throws them in my face” You teared up slightly, you didn’t even realize it got to you this bad, “Forget it, I’m just tired so things are getting to me easily” 

He was taken back seeing you like this, you were usually a little ball of wit with sly smiles and covered giggles - so seeing you so distressed over some words was more than a shock. 

“What did he say?” Raph growled, his protective nature coming out - he couldn’t stand the thought of you having to deal with someone making you feel like like this. You were sweet, absolutely perfect. How could anyone talk down to you?

“It doesn’t matter” You sighed, standing up - stretching your back in an attempt to wake up your body “Like i said, I’ll get over it - now come on, I’m cold and tired” You forced a laugh out and he obediently followed you, it was gonna be a long journey back. 

“I don’t know what he said to you.. but-” Raph stated, his green eyes meeting your own with so much sincerity, with so much love and adoration that it nearly took your own breath away. He’s never looked at you that way before, “I think your perfect. Even with all your flaws, you’re nothing but perfect.” You stopped in your tracks, your eyes never leaving each others.

“R-Really?” You stuttered, you could feel your eyes tearing up - you didn’t know you needed to hear them worlds, “R-Raph, I don’t… You really think that?” 

“Of cause I do” His voice was strong, he almost sounded offended that you’d question him, one of his hands came to cup the side of your face - you leaned into his touch, your eyes closing at the warmth and familiarity - and was that your heart speeding up? “Don’t ever question yourself, I…” 

“You don’t have to, not yet” You whispered, you stood up on your tip toes and kissed his cheek, “Me too” he couldn’t stop the grin that broke out on his lips, and in that moment you felt your entire life fall into place. 

It was a while before either of you said anything, you had your hand lazily wrapped around his - he noticed your pace slowing down. God, how far away from the liar were you? Your eyes were getting heavy and harder to keep open. “Hey…Princess, are you really that tired? Here, I’ll carry you the rest of the way” You couldn’t get a response out in time before he picked you up and you curled into him, finally allowing your eyes to fall shut. the last thing you heard was a small, content sigh and Raph saying “Absolutely Perfect”

[cambion-companion]

The Devil's Bard

Thank you again for this prompt @superfunething :) Raphael is all-too-eager to have his ego stroked.

Raphael x reader (gn) | drabble

You strummed your lute, having sequestered yourself into a private corner of the Last Light Inn. You began tentatively tuning the old instrument, an heirloom of your family. The ashen wood glistened from the flickering firelight, the warmth of the hearth seeping cozily into the wool of your clothes.

It'd been too long since you'd had time and solitude enough to compose a new song. Since you had collaborated with Alfira, in fact. The itch was there, yet your creative mind had been held captive by none other than a fiend. A cambion. Raphael.

The image of his transformation inside that "House of Hope" where he'd whisked you. His promises spoken in a decadent low voice, rough yet soft. Those eyes, both human brown and devil yellow, staring right through all your outward bluster and bravado.

Wood creaked as you shifted your weight in the mahogany armchair, a discordant noise rose up while you strummed your lute in mild frustration.

Anything else. You would rather create your art around anything else. Flowers, the night sky, the Underdark even. Yet the only thoughts pervading your restless inspiration were those of cherry skin, musky fragrance and a sharp knowing smile.

You whispered the words at first, haltingly and quiet, not wanting to draw attention.

"False hope arrived on hidden wing.

To manor cold and haunted bring,

the weary, wandering and spent.

Those carrying a writhing tenant."

You sighed heavily. Now to create music for your lyrics. You began slow, building the base chords and singing the first verse more confidently after a few rounds. For a moment the world and your troubles melted into the background, your focus a blissfully familiar spotlight upon your work.

You felt sudden pressure as a firm hand gripped your shoulder.

"Hello, my lark." Raphael spoke from behind where you sat, the weight of his gaze upon your head. "As irresistible as the harpy's song, so I too had to investigate what music you were weaving."

He moved around you. Careful measured steps, till he looked down upon you and you up at him. His warm brown eyes caught the glow of firelight as he measured your blushing cheeks and the way you gripped your instrument.

Raphael tilted his head, in an amused air. "Those lyrics rang so familiar." He smiled, that knowing smile you remembered so well. "Almost as though I am the muse behind your making, but that would be presumptuous."

You grimaced. "Speak of the devil."

"Ah, so your little song is about me." Raphael seemed genuinely tickled by this and he chuckled and clapped his hands together once. He took the seat opposite you and slung one of his legs over his other thigh. "Do, please, go on! I so enjoy the extolling arts, especially when revolving around myself."

"What are you doing here, Raphael?" You raised a brow and glanced over your shoulder just in time to see little Mol look away.

"Business, as usual." Raphael leaned forward slightly, his own gaze never deviating from your firelit face. "The richest bounties can be found in the most desperate little havens. But you've learned that already." He smiled, a little sharply. "My most illustrious client. You've sent many souls skittering directly to my door."

"Maybe I should compose a song of warning to stay away from strange men wearing frilly collars." You bit out, your eyes narrowing as you tried again to see where Mol had disappeared to.

"That's the spirit!" Raphael chortled again and gestured graciously to your lute. "Spirit you have in such brilliant abundance, little lark. I find you ever more delightfully ebullient."

"A compliment, were it not for your nature." You said, a little terse of tongue now, growing uncomfortable with how attracted to this fiend you were becoming.

"Does it keep you up at night?" Raphael frowned, a hint of mockery in his cadence. "Tossing and turning upon that cold, hard ground. Desperate to dwell upon anything but the devil in your corner. Oh, come now." His hand found your knee and pressed you back down as you shifted to stand up. "Indulge me! We are friends. After all, what else are little birds for? Sing me your sweet song while I devise for you a safe, gilded cage."

[cambion-companion]

(I'm sorry for bothering, I read you were open to prompts... and I'm dying, since I found out about this, for Raph finding out a very, very stupid Tav who screwed up against Harleep. Like. A Tav who is so random she-or he- found her way into the HoH completely randomly, or thought it would be a good idea to surprise him there. Really anything, as you wish, if you can, if it inspire you, if it amusé you ^^ have a great day !)

Not a bother at all, my dear! I am indeed open for Raphael prompts, always ;)

Hickory dickory dock. The mouse ran up the clock. The clock struck one, The mouse ran down, Hickory dickory dock.

"Oh shit. Oh shit." A chill ran up Tav's spine as they sensed a sharp atmospheric shift inside the House of Hope. The air thickened and grew laden with the scent of sulfur and musk. Raphael stepped through a whirling portal of flame, his human face set grimly in an expression of anger.

"I am disappointed to see you here, pet."

"Raphael, it's not-"

"An errant mouse wreaking inane havoc in my house."

"Raphael I promise I didn't-"

"Silence." His voice was a dangerous purr, holding the promise of tortures unimagined. "You're being here is in direct defiance of clause three section b of our contract."

Tav had never felt his presence carry such fury before. They stammered for a moment, desperate to avoid conflict with the cambion. "Raphael..." Tav tried once more, tongue heavy around their words. "It was an accident! The diabolist in Baldur's Gate sent me here."

Raphael, still frowning sharply, allowed Tav to speak. Incendiary sparks of ash still floated around his form, but he seemed to calm somewhat as they tried explaining their mistake.

"The diabolist and I got into an altercation. She serves Mammon...pretty sure I remember that right." Tav continued. "I didn't know she was going to banish me here."

Raphael tilted his head, listening to the desperate squeaks of his favorite mortal. When Tav began rambling about the state they had found his house in when they'd arrived, he held up a quelling hand. "Enough. I believe your being here was not by your own volition however..." His voice lowered again. "...you brought with you the wretched chaos of your own world into my home."

Tav hesitated, tucking hair behind their ear nervously. "Not to be...blunt, Raph. But your house was kind of, um, disorderly when I got here." They pointed down the hallway in the direction of the dining room. "Your dinner table? An utter mess."

Raphael made a long low noise in the back of his throat, Tav ceased speaking at once under his piercing gaze. After a long moment he spoke again.

"You have not done lasting damage, nor pilfered any of my treasures. I know everything that happens in my house, little mouse. Every movement, every whisper does not go unmarked." His cunning eyes now swept the foyer carefully, lingering on each soul column. "After all, when the cat is away the mice will play." In one stride he took Tav's chin between his finger and thumb and tilted their head side to side. "Someone gifted you quite the disguise, sweetling." He pulled, causing Tav to stumble a couple small steps toward him till their chests brushed. "Did it give you a morsel of hope perhaps?"

Tav winced guiltily, gasping slightly as Raphael's fingers tightened in response, his aura darkening again.

"I have been so generous with you, Tav. Over and again forgiving your wayward insolence." Raphael's nose almost brushed against Tav's as he lent down. "Am I to believe you agreed to help my little Hope escape her shackles?"

Tav bent away slightly, the color draining from their face. "Only so I could obtain the disguise, Raphael. I never intended to help her."

"You lied?" Raphael sounded almost amused now. "And Hope believed you? What a desperate little Nightingale. Her cage is well-appointed. You were wise not to meddle." Raphael almost sighed as he released Tav with a slight push. "I do love the delicious sound of a soul being stripped bare and broken. However, such will not yet be your fate if you agree to assist me."

"In more than retrieving the Crown for you?" Tav asked, a knot forming in their stomach.

"Oh yes." Raphael placed a careful hand on his hip as he gesticulated with the other. "Restoring precious order. First accompany me to the soul cages, to converse with our Hope. Second, I will escort you to your Material Plane and you will deal with the diabolist of Mammon so that none will trespass in such a way again."

Tav frowned slightly, but nodded, they had little choice. "Thought you'd be more happy to see me." They frowned slightly.

"Don't pout, pet, it's unbecoming." Raphael seemed much more his charming self now, amused at Tav's muttered reproach. "After your journey is complete and the Crown is mine, you will be welcome in my house at any time." His smile twisted and his eyebrows arched. "You have my word."

[hopeforkitten]

Raphael and his warlock Tav meet at Sharess's caress.

Part 1

The warlock of Raphael was delighted as soon as she crossed the threshold of the Sharess's Caress. Seeing the familiar black curls of the little woman, her colleagues. Korilla kindly talked to her and informed her that the owner had rented a room upstairs and wanted to see her. Tav made sure that her companions were busy drinking on the ground floor and went to the devil's den.

Glancing around once more, the girl slipped out the door. The girl adjusted her posture, folded her hands behind her back and exhaled.

"Greetings, Master,"

Raphael stood with his back to the door next to the desk,  examining his nails. When he heard her voice, he turned around, a rare smile on his face that Tav had missed.

After you were kidnapped by the Illithids during the mission, your reputation dropped somewhat, but recently you dealt with his enemy, it definitely improved your position somewhat.

"My, my, my dear warlock, I've been waiting for you,"

Raphael even bowed theatrically, spreading his arms to the side. Tav bowed back in confusion, eliciting a sly grin from him.

"I'm glad to hear that, and what do you want to tell me?"

"Your unpleasant problem with the tadpole is finally combined with my interests. As long as you solve your problem, you can bring incredible benefits to me."

Raphael spoke enthusiastically and this inspired a lot of hope in Tav. Raphael was so cold to you, even a little brash when talking about the maggot, and it hurt Tav. Now, the clouds above her seemed to be dissipating, letting in sunlight.

"If she's so useful, maybe this will be the price for her freedom from you, eh, devil?"

It was like being doused with cold water when you heard the familiar voice of the Tiefling behind you. Tav turned sharply to her, the barbarian stood in a belligerent pose in the doorway.

"Karlach!" Tav snapped. "I told you to wait downstairs."

The sorcerer pushed the uninvited guest out the door with difficulty and closed it with a sealing spell.

"I'm sorry about my partners."

"Well, I'm even amused by the tenacity of your ardent friend. Now we won't be interrupted, have a seat."

Tav did not expect such a courtesy from the devil, but she did not want to refuse it. Raphael pushed back his chair and Tav carefully sat down with her back to the pool and facing the room.

Raphael walked around her and positioned himself in front of her in the room. The devil told her a long story about the Crown of Karsus and all the possibilities it would open up to him.

"Oh, so now I'm going to be the warlock of the supreme archdevil, that sounds cool."

Tav thought she would collapse from fatigue in the chair, but Raphael's story inspired her.

"Cool, honey, that's not the right word. Who would have thought that your unpleasant problem would open the way for us to such heights that we could only dream of before."

Raphael finished his story and came closer to Tav. The girl continues to watch his movements with interest.

Raphael's gaze is getting softer, even smacks of love. He grabs her chin, stroking it with his thumb, his hand moving to the side, stroking her cheek.

"Could I have imagined that such a useful and obedient sorcerer would fall into my hands."

Tav seems to be drowning in Raphael's chocolate eyes and can barely restrain herself from opening her mouth from overflowing with familiar emotions.

The devil straightened up and walked to the edge of the table, adjusting the sleeves of his doublet.

"I am ready to close my eyes to your tentacled friends and welcome you back to the House of Hope. After fighting with the chosen ones, contact me or Korilla."

Tav smiled sincerely, remembering the familiar house. Raphael materialized a bottle of healing water on the table. The girl was delighted and finally got the familiar taste of sweet treatment, and not disgusting potions from unfamiliar alchemists.

"I'm waiting for good news about your victories, pet"

Raphael said softly and followed Tav with his eyes out the door.

The satisfied girl galloped down the stairs. She even intended to drink something delicious with Korilla, in honor of such good news from their master.

[tmntxreader]

“You’re more like a sibling, to be honest.” with Raph?

Your throat closed up as soon as he said it, your entire world came crashing down and you couldn’t fight back the tears - you shouldn’t have said anything, you should’ve kept your goddamn mouth shut for once in your life. Why were you under any illusion that Raphael, one of New York Cities unknown heroes would ever like you?  

“You’re more like a sibling, to be honest.” He looked guilty while saying it - but he also cringed when you confessed to him, add that to the words? Well your heart was just on the floor with Raph’s foot constantly slamming down on it. You let out a shaky sigh and tired to wipe your tears away quickly, but it was no use. You couldn’t stop it. You felt so distant from everyone, you heard the faint sound of your name. 

“You gon be okay?” he asked, your jaw tightened as you said nothing turning around and walking away, he called after you, but you knew he wasn’t coming after you. You looked around the liar, remembering all the happy memories before you decided to blow it - You knew this was going to be the last time you entered this place, the last time you’d see raph and the last time you see his brothers - You loved him too much to just accept your place in his life - It’d hurt too much. Was it selfish of you? Probably, but you were never good with your feelings.

Raph said that, it was one of the many things you had in common. 

So you were going to go home and burn everything that was red. You were going to scream into a pillow, you were going to cry until you had no more tears left. In one day you lost friends and the love of your life. Now you understood all those people who turned their back on love, you got it now. You were one of them now. Love was real, oh so real. But only a handful of people are lucky enough to have someone love them back, the ones that don’t are left hollow - like you. 

“Fuck you, Raphael” you said as soon as you left the large liar He heard you, you knew he did. This chapter of your life was finished. The next few are going to be chapters you don’t wanna live, but you have to.