Cold Cuddles
A/N: I am cold. This is self-indulgent. Not checked over. I'm in a work meeting lol.
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Raphael/Tav(Reader) GN
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“Look at you,” and the tone suggests you shouldn’t expect anything sweet or particularly endearing to be forthcoming. It’s just this side of catty. The devil leans back in his chair, hands folded over his stomach. He looks elegant. Not in the least bothered by the weather outside. “Looking less a mouse and more drowned rat tonight, my dear.”
You shoot him a dark look. It’s not even heavy rain, just mist; it’s the omnipresent cold, seeping deep into your bones. You can’t remember the last time you felt warm.
And that’s a lie. You absolutely remember. The devil played an integral part. Raphael cocks his head to the side, grinning. Some moments you wonder if he can’t read your thoughts. He can’t, of course, he’s not Haarlep. It’s just centuries of experience manipulating and reading mortals coming to bear.
You move towards him. Raphael shakes his head, holding up one finger in warning. “Your sorry state does not preclude proper manners, pet. Make yourself presentable.”
“What qualifies as presentable?”
“You’re a clever mouse. Use your imagination.”
You purse your lips, cold making you irritable. He prefers this; Raphael likes to toe this line, controlling your pleasure and frustration, playing on it like a maestro. Power is as arousing to them as lust or nudity. You strip out of your sodden clothes, lingering by the fireplace. You could call for the maid to run a bath, but it’d take too much time. Simpler to towel yourself off and redress. Feeling a touch spiteful, you rifle through the trunk of clothes he’s brought along. You tug on one of his undershirts, sized for his larger cambion form.
Raphael arches a brow but says nothing. The curl of his lips suggests amusement. The devil pats his lap. “Come. Attend me.”
“Attend you?” You grumble, but it’s barely a protest. He is warm and broad, and you are still cold. The scent of cherries and musk surrounds you, the lingering scent of his skin and perfume. His shirt is a finer material than you’d ever wear, comfortable. Your knee fetches against his. The devil teases the hem of your stolen shirt between his thumb and forefinger. “What have you done today? Safe in the room.”
“Mm, so many wayward souls have visited. So many contracts signed, but I shan’t bore you.” He loves to bore you, loves the sound of his voice. He’s holding back only because he finds the day tedious. Raphael’s hand curves over your waist, drawing you into his lap. The devil shifts and adjusts you until he’s comfortable. Raphael speaks against your temple, lips and breath warm. “There we are. As if you were made for me.”
There are things you could say; you could protest the note of possession. But why? You’re comfortable. It’s easier to pluck the book he’s been reading from the side table. You hand it back to him, settling back against his chest.
He likes to read to you, preening. It’s a language you don’t recognize, but that’s perfectly fine. It washes over you, halfway lyrical, along with his warmth and his scent. Tomorrow, you’ll likely return to your more combative relationship.
For now, why question the devil’s whims?
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just scrolling my dash smiling and nodding, appreciating a mutual calling anders a fucknut lmao
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(I know my handwriting sucks.)
SW “Query: why am I in roller skates?”
ME”*sigh* I know I decided to draw G1 stuff cause it’s easier for me to practice harsh robot angles, but I’m honestly surprised by the amount of details.”
SW “that does not answ-”
W “YOOHOO! Heard you like blue boys.”
Me”NOOOOOOOOO”
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-watches 1 (one) 2+ hour video about Persona 5 that has a, at most, 5 minute section about Mishima's confidant link/character arc that doesn't just write him off as annoying and gives honest examination and enjoyment of his character-
Yes. Thank you. Good. Excellent. Yes, he can be annoying, clingy, and cringey, but not only does that make him one of the most believable 'teenager' characters in the game, but also there's so much more to him and he's a character that gets worse before he gets better and that makes him interesting and nuanced and it's such a shame when people just write him off god I could write a litteral essay on why he's an interesting, deeply flawed character. Perhaps I will someday when I'm feeling particularly spicy.
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