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sforzie · 3 months

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Summary: Curious about his son's new girlfriend wife 'contractually bonded partner', Mephistopheles proceeds to mildly stalk her through Baldur's Gate. It goes about as well as you'd expect. ___

Mephistopheles was admittedly perplexed when he heard that his son had begun lodging with a mortal woman. Not just lodging, no, word was that Raphael and this woman had mutually signed a contract that bound them together in some sort of undisclosed relationship. If the pair had been mortals, the devil might have written it off as some sort of youthful elopement. But this was Raphael that was being talked about, and while his son was certainly still a brat he was far from young and foolish.

He sought out information on the woman, and was able to determine that she was a tiefling, not quite thirty summers of age, who had been part of the group of tadpole-infected adventurers who had stopped the relatively recent invasion of mind flayers that had been focused on the city of Baldur’s Gate. There was little else to go on, and Mephistopheles remained puzzled as to what about this woman could have drawn his son’s narcissistic interest.

So he decided to see for himself.

One day, he received word that the woman–Livia, was her name–was making a trip from the Hells and back to Baldur’s Gate. This was apparently something she did on a somewhat regular basis. Curious, Mephistopheles took on a mortal guise–that of a ruggedly handsome tiefling, thank you–and followed the woman to the mortal plane.

He knew her when he found her, because she absolutely reeked of his son’s magic. Livia was a tiefling woman with pleasantly dark gray skin and black hair that was streaked here and there with crimson. She was pleasantly built–nearly tall, with gentle curves and long, curling tail. Mephistopheles could immediately understand why the average man would find her appealing. Hells, he certainly found her appealing, and briefly considered it a pity that she had been foolish enough to contractually bind herself to Raphael. She could have done so much better for herself…

He followed her at a somewhat careful distance through the busy city. He was impressed by the confidence in her stride, how despite being a tiefling she did not lower her gaze to those around her. She clearly did not care that she was viewed by other mortals as less-than, as tainted by her infernal ancestry. She kept her head held high, horns arcing behind her with elegant poise. Livia seemed to be on some variety of shopping trip, as most of her stops in the city were at various market stalls and shops. If she was purchasing anything, he could not be certain for sure, as she carried no packages with her from one business to the next.

One of her last stops, in the middle of the afternoon, was at a wizard’s shop in the lower city. Sorcerous Sundries was a messy, loud place, full of the mortal realm’s finest of middling magics. Mephistopheles found it all quite quaint, but managed to keep his opinions to himself as he trailed after the woman. She meandered through the shop, her pivoting gaze indicating to him that she was looking for someone specific. She eventually found her target on the second floor in the form of a ruddy cheeked tiefling man garbed in a wizard’s attire. The man stopped in his industrious fussing over a bookshelf to smile brightly and pull Livia into a hug. His enthusiasm in seeing her was quite evident by the happy wagging of the tip of his tail.

Mephistopheles wondered if there was something going on between them. He pretended to browse a nearby shelf while Livia chatted with the other tiefling. He couldn’t quite hear what was being said–the shop was rather noisy–but could still tell that the young man was gushing enthusiastically about something. A few minutes passed, and then another pair of tieflings came clamoring up the stairs. They both hugged Livia with the same ferocity as the first tiefling had.

Ah, Mephistopheles thought, just friends.

His target continued chatting with the tieflings for nearly half an hour before going on her way. Downstairs, she bought something from the shopkeep before again venturing out into the city. Mephistopheles briefly lost track of her in the busy streets, before eventually finding her once more as she made her way into a tavern. He decided that there was no harm in more directly approaching the woman here in a bar, as in a place like this striking up a random conversation with a stranger was not all that unusual.

She was ordering a drink at the bar when Mephistopheles joined her. He sat on the adjacent stool, curling his tail around the base so that he did not topple off of it. They sat side by side in silence for a few minutes, she sipping from her glass while he turned his in his fingers.

Finally, he said: “Do you come here often, miss?”

It took Livia a moment to respond. “Now and then, though not as often as I used to.”

“Moved on to greener pastures, eh?”

“Something like that.” She did not turn her face away, but Mephistopheles still got the impression that she was not interested in speaking with him. That was quite rude, he thought. He knew his mortal guise was attractive–it still looked like him, after all–and he had gotten his fair share of appraising looks while following the tiefling woman through the city. So, why did she have no interest in him? He was definitely more attractive than his son.

He decided to try again. “Tell me, young lady. What’s a lovely thing like you doing in a place like this?”

Livia looked at him from the corner of her eye. “Truth be told, a tavern is one of the best places to get all of the latest gossip in a city. And I do so like to be kept up to date on my gossip.”

So she claimed, he thought, but the woman had yet to speak to anyone else in the tavern.

“Gossip, you say? What of interest have you heard, my dear?”

“Nothing yet.” She set her glass on the counter and made a show of looking around the tavern. “Things in the city have been quiet as of late, at least on the surface.”

“And under the surface?”

She shrugged. “Who’s to say.”

Mephistopheles considered her nearly blank expression. What was she hiding from him? “You know, for someone who claims to be seeking out gossip, you do not strike me as being particularly adept at it.”

Livia blinked slowly. “Oh, I don’t know. The day is young.”

“I could offer you something far more tantalizing than petty gossip, if you were interested.” He leaned toward her. Livia did not flinch at his approach. She stared at him with lowered eyelids.

“Is that so? What did you have in mind, good sir?”

“I could certainly show a pretty thing like yourself a good time.” He grinned toothily at the woman. “I could take you places you’ve never been, and show you sights that you have never seen.”

Livia hummed to herself, seeming to consider his offer. She picked up her glass and murmured into it: “You could indeed.”

“Are you not curious, my dear? You would never want to return to listening to gossip in taverns when I was done with you.”

“You sound quite confident of yourself, sir.”

“I have no reason to be otherwise.”

He watched as she leaned back slightly and looked him over–from his long black horns all the way down to the red tail that was still loosely gripping the leg of the barstool. The bright pink tip of her tongue briefly darted into view as it traced the line of her lower lip.

“I see. I daresay my darling would have told me to expect such bravado from you.” Livia leaned in and lowered her voice. “Mephistopheles.”

He felt a jolt in his back. “Pardon?”

“You heard me, sir.”

The archduke hesitated, reluctant to drop his ruse so quickly. However, the tiefling looked quite confident in her assessment of his identity. How was that even possible?

She stared at him, waiting.

“Guilty as charged,” he finally conceded, still sincerely surprised by her observation. “How could you tell?”

Livia took a sip of her drink.

“You ordered an expensive drink, but haven’t actually consumed any of it. Not even a sniff. I know from listening to Raphael complain about you that you absolutely refuse to consume any of the ‘tepid swill’ produced in the mortal realms, and only stock your cellars with the finest of vintages produced on other planes.”

“A bold observation, but I could also be trying to stay sober while seeking out company.”

“Perhaps.” Livia tipped her head to the side and stared at him. What a piercing gaze she had! Her eyes flicked from his face and again down his front, and then back up to his horns. “Your glamour may be first class, but you still reek of the hells to anyone in the know. And on top of that, you… well, ‘smell’ isn’t the right word for it, but you smell very similar to Raphael. On a manifested level. You have a markedly similar aura.”

“And how would a little thing like you even know how to sense that?” He watched as she continued to study his face for a moment, a distinctly unimpressed look on her face.

“I fuck your son on a daily basis,” she said blandly into her glass. “And my essence has been infused with his own. I think I know what he feels like.” Livia gestured with the glass, pointer finger flexing to draw his attention to a thin golden band that looked as though it had been etched into her skin. Indeed, focusing on this strange trinket was enough to tell Mephistopheles why he sensed his son on her. The ring was composed almost entirely of his magic, of his essence. Even without touching it directly, he could detect a plethora of bits of spells woven into the band. A glamour, location spells, protection wards… He wondered if she had any idea of the true nature of that ring.

“Well then. I must concede defeat, little lady. You have indeed sussed out my true identity.”

“Of course I did.” Her pretty lips pinched briefly. “So, why were you following me all day? I knew you were there–you were kind of obvious.”

“Ah, I do apologize for my lack of stealth, my good lady. I must admit, when I heard that my son had become involved with some mortal woman, I was intrigued as to who might have drawn his attention away from his mirrors.”

“I suppose such curiosity is to be expected.” She set down her glass. “And, what did you learn?”

The archduke huffed softly. “Truth be told, only that he had become drawn to a beautiful, confident woman. I cannot profess to understand what really drew him to you.”

Her lips pulled into a smug smile. “Good.”

Mephistopheles hoped that she did not hear the faint sigh that escaped him. This little tiefling was far too good a woman to be wasting her time on his son. He could put her to much better use than Rapahel. A clever spy, perhaps, or at least a lovely new concubine with which to entertain himself.

Pity.

Of course, he could steal her away and take her back to Cania if he truly wished to, there was nothing that she or Raphael could do to prevent that. It could be interesting to do just to see his son, still flush with the power of the Crown of Karsus, come thundering into his domain to reclaim his pet. However, he had made a pledge of fealty to his son in exchange for being left in control of his assets in Cania. It would be unfortunate to have to waste time and resources over so trifling a matter as a mortal woman.

Livia was ignoring him now, seemingly, having picked up his untouched glass from the bartop and pouring half of its contents into her own. He could not tell whether or not her indifference to his station was sincere or an act.

She was a charming little thing, he thought. Perhaps just the sort of distraction Raphael needed, seeing as Haarlep had clearly ceased to be effective at their job ages ago. That was what his son needed, after all–distractions, things to keep his devious little mind occupied. Mephistopheles decided that, for the time being, Raphael could keep his new little toy.

“So, tell me, little one–Livia, wasn’t it? What did you buy at the wizard’s shop?” he asked after a few minutes. Livia’s shoulders jerked slightly, as though she had forgotten he was there, and after a moment of hesitation she pulled a paper covered bundle from her cloak. She unwrapped it, revealing a fist sized chunk of a dark red and black stone.

“Bloodstone,” she said. With a hint of shyness, she added: “It’s for Raphael. He likes to use bloodstone in his preparations of the ink he uses on his contracts.”

“I see.” Not what he had expected. “Did he send you here to purchase it?”

“No, of course not. But, I heard him grumbling about his stock being low the other day. I thought I would get some for him, since I was already here.”

A curious action on her part. “What reward could you hope to earn for such a menial task?”

“Reward?” Another sharp shrug. “Oh, I don’t know. Perhaps a smile? A kiss between the horns? At the very least, it would be one less thing for him to complain about for a few weeks.”

Mephistopheles tried to imagine his son smiling at the woman, but found it difficult. Imagining Raphael showing any sort of real affection to anyone but himself was nearly impossible.

“That’s all?”

“I need nothing more.” Livia drained the last of her drink. “I already have everything that I could want.”

He watched as she opened a pouch and set a coin on the counter next to the empty glass. “And, what was it that you wanted?”

Livia looked up at Mephistopheles, and her blue eyes gleamed.

“Him.”

#bg3 fanfiction #tiefling tav #bg3 mephistopheles #bg3 gray queen au #tav x raphael

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unreadpoppy · 5 months

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An heir is born

Raphael x Gwen

The sequel to this.

A/N: Not my best but today was bad brain day, so i'm glad i was able to finish it. Finally, actual, dad!phael.

tags: @bg3fan

Someone had smacked Raphael on the chest while he was asleep.

Hard.

He sat in a hurry, looking around the room, worried that someone might have entered and tried to attack him.

Instead, when he turned his face, Gwen was standing next to him, holding her belly.

“What happened?” He asked, a frown on his face. He covered her hand with his.

“The water broke…” She whispered.

In the months leading to the delivery, Raphael had spared some time to read upon childbearing, including labor. Although he knew that any child he produced would be a tiefling, a very small part of him still worried that they would come out as he did - murdering their mother.

And so he was ready for this moment. Raphael quickly stood up and called Korilla.

“Yes, master?” She asked in a tired voice.

“Go call the midwife.” The warlock nodded and left. Raphael held one of his wife’s hand and placed the other on her back. Together, they walked out of the room, and slowly went to Gwen’s old chambers.

“Remind me why you can’t just snap us away?” She asked, hissing.

“Walking will help put the child in the right position.”

“Hmpf.” Was all she could reply. Eventually, they arrived in the room, and he helped Gwen sit down on a rocking chair.

They stayed there in silence, the only sound in the room being Gwen's breathing. Raphael paced around, not sure what to do with himself.

“Are you alright?” Gwen asked.

“I should be the one asking you that.” He replied. She chuckled.

“I’m managing, but your pacing around is making me nervous.” Raphael walked towards her and she held one of his hands, and kissed his fingers. “Everything will go well, my love.”

“I know.” He sighed. He didn’t want to worry or care about this as much as he did, but the thought of either of them dying put some fear into him.

Raphael was taken out of his thoughts by the arrival of Korilla, alongside the midwife. The woman was also an old dwarf and she had brought along her assistant, an elven maiden.

The women explained how things would go on from now and politely asked Raphael to leave.

“No.” He said.

“Sir, please understand that it would be better if you stayed outside.” The elf tried to reason. Raphael took a step back and placed a hand on Gwendolyn’s shoulder. Before he could rebuke, she spoke up.

“I think they’re right, Raphael.”

“What?”

“Look, things are going to get messy, and we all know how you don’t like chaos. Besides, I don’t want you hovering around these ladies and trying to bark orders at them if anything went slightly wrong.” She told him.

“Are you sure?”

Gwen nodded. “I promise they’ll call you as soon as the baby arrives.” He sighed but obliged.

Raphael waited outside, to what felt like hours. He even had time to change his clothes. As he heard the screaming from inside, he couldn’t help but want to barge in and see whatever the hell was going on. But, alas, he remained outside.

After only the gods knew how long, the screaming stopped and the door opened. The elf smiled at him. “Come in.”

He walked past her, looked at Gwendolyn. She was still sitting on the rocking chair, though by the look of where the blood was, she had not given birth there. Her purple hair clung to her sweaty forehead. In her arms, she held the babe, who was wrapped in cloth. She gave the child a tired smile.

Raphael walked towards them. “It’s a girl.” She said, in a raspy voice. Gwen raised her arms towards him, and he was able to take a better look.

The girl’s skin seemed to lean more on Gwen’s color, pink. She didn’t have much hair, so they would have to wait to figure out the color. He could see two small stumps on her forehead, that one day would grow into proper horns. She was asleep, so later he would figure out the color of her eyes.

With a careful finger, he gently rubbed her cheek. “Have you thought of a name?” He asked Gwen. They had discussed names previously but hadn’t arrived at a conclusion.

She nodded. “I think… something to homage my mother, without giving her the same name. Maybe…Natahlia.” She paused for a moment. “I know it’s very human sounding but-”

Raphael interrupted her. “If that is what you wish, then Natahlia it is.”

…

It was late at night. Gwen had finally put Natahlia to sleep. The two weeks since her birth, the girl had been very vocal. Because of his duties as Archdevil Supreme, he hadn’t had the opportunity to spend as much time with his newborn, which caused a conflict between him and his wife, who was stressed from taking care of the child.

Due to that, when Natahlia suddenly began crying, Raphael told Gwen to stay in bed while he walked towards the crib.

Now that it had been some time since she was born, some of her features were slightly different. For once, her skin had darkened to a more red, raspberry color. She was a big baby, with chubby cheeks, but he could already tell she had his nose. The small tuft of hair she had was a dark shade of purple.

He picked her up, shushing her. She kicked her little legs, still crying as he rocked her up and down.

“Shh…you have to go back to sleep, little lady, before your mother awakens again.” He whispered to her. “You have a grand legacy to carry on, my heir. But do not fret, under my guidance, you’ll do great things.”

She began to calm down, looking at him with big eyes, which were both blue, the same shade as the one blue eye Gwen had. Most lords would have preferred a boy, but he had secretly wished she’d be a girl, one that would be as beautiful as her mother.

He smirked and began to lower her back on the crib. Once he fully settled her down, she started to cry again. Raphael sighed and gently rocked the crib.

“Maybe you’ll prefer a song.” He said, putting a finger on her wet cheek. “How was that one your mother sang?”

He thought for a moment, remembering the lyrics and began. The lullaby had been originally written in infernal, which was how he sang it, but the translation to common was this:

The carnation fought the rose

Underneath a balcony

The carnation left hurt and the rose shattered

The carnation got sick, and the rose visited him

The carnation fainted and the rose started to cry

It was not one he particularly enjoyed much, but it got the job done, and soon, Natahlia was fast asleep again. As he looked at her belly gently raising and falling, he couldn’t help but genuinely smile. His legacy would live on.

#raphael baldur's gate 3 #raphael bg3 #raphael the cambion #raphael x gwen #oc: gwendolyn gray #dad!phael #my writing #baldur's gate 3 #not tav #also i might take some time to post it on AO3 due to somethings that have happened

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rinadragomir · 5 months

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#tsc #ragnor fell #magnus bane #tessa gray #catarina loss #raphael santiago #shadowhunters #tales from the shadowhunter academy #tmi #tid #tda

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alastairstom · 8 months

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It's "Waywood Is Canon in Heaven Day" so we can REJOICE but can we also talk about how it's "Shadowhunter Heaven Is Confirmed Day"!?!? Like we all BASICALLY knew what with the constant Great River references but it's:

Herongraystairs Endgame Confirmed Day

Thomastair Big Happy Eternal Heaven House Confirmed Day

Raphael Santiago Has Probably Met Gabriel Lightwood Confirmed Day

Matthew Can Chill With Oscar Wilde Confirmed Day

Will Watching Over Mina Confirmed Day

Grace and Thomas See Christopher Again Confirmed Day

Alastair Gets to Know Christopher Confirmed Day

LET US CELEBRATE

@light-wayland thank you for your service 🫡

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tys-kitty · 1 year

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„Black hair and blue eyes are my favorite combination“

I may present to you Magnus Lightwood-Bane

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mjuuuk · 4 months

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So like. what’s the lore about life expectancy for cambions in dnd? does raphael age?? i assumed he does (though veeery slowly) bc of haarlep’s appearance and all that but that’d imply that he must also die of old age at some point, wouldn’t it?

#imagine a reason he hates aging so much and loathes every new grey hair is because the realization starts to set in.#he’s NOT immortal like his dad and has a time limit to his goals #or at least until he manages to rise to something greater #ik theres a thousand ways to prolong/avoid age related death in dnd i’m just. playing around with salty thoughts rn #ALSO a tav that just ADORES his gray hairs and wrinkles YEEEEESSSS #bg3 #bg3 raphael #baldur's gate 3 #baldur's gate iii #raphael the cambion #raphael bg3

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bluesadansey · 6 months

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absolutely obsessed with the detail that Raphael really liked Tessa and they and Ragnor would meet to have chats as a trio <3

#@ cc give me a story about them as a trio I’m begging …#s rereads gotsm #s speaks #gotsm #tsc #tessa gray #raphael santiago #ragnor fell

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quotesthatiliked · 7 months

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𝚆𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚎 𝚔𝚎𝚎𝚙 𝚜𝚊𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚔𝚎𝚎𝚙𝚜 𝚞𝚜 𝚜𝚊𝚏𝚎.

-Cassandra Clare(Ghosts of the shadow market)

#cassandra clare #ghosts of the shadow market #yes im rereading this series #gotsm #brother zachariah #jem carstairs #raphael santiago #son of the dawn #jace herondale #jace wayland #tessa gray #will herondale #the shadowhunter chronicles #tsc #quotes #book quotes #bookblr #.🍀

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chaoticallymuse · 1 year

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Magnus bane and TID

Looking at her, he was in London again. He saw the gaslight and smelled the smoke and dirt and horses, the metallic tang of fog, the flowers in Kew Gardens. He saw a boy with black hair and blue eyes like Alec’s, heard violin music like the sound of silver water. He saw a girl with long brown hair and a serious face. In a world where everything went away from him eventually, she was one of the few remaining constants.

- Magnus Bane, City of Fallen Angels

#Magnus bane #cassandra clare #Will herondale #Tessa gray #Jem Carstairs #Heronstairs #Herongraystairs #The infernal devices #Clockwork Prince #Clockwork Princess #Quotes #Alec lightwood #City of Fallen Angels #Thr wicked powers #Raphael lightwood #Lightwood-bane #James herondale #Emma carstairs

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the-dark-artifices-trees · 2 years

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We can all simultaneously agree that this is the best TSC quote ever:

When I found you, I didn’t know what I was finding,” Alec said. “Words about things that are beautiful and precious to me don’t come easily. You know that. You know me better than anyone.” He licked his dry lips. “And when one day people look back on me and what my life meant, I don’t want them to say, ‘Alec Lightwood fought in the Dark War’ or even ‘Alec Lightwood was Consul once.’ I want them to think, ‘Alec Lightwood loved one man so much he changed the world for him.’ ”

Magnus’s eyes shone bright as stars. He gazed at Alec with eyes full of joy, of a feeling so profound Alec felt humbled to be a part of it. “You know you’ve already changed the world for me.”

“Will you marry me?” Alec whispered. His heart was beating like a frantic bird’s wings. “Right now? Tonight?”

Magnus nodded wordlessly and pulled Alec to his feet. They wrapped their arms around each other, and Alec leaned up just that little bit, since Magnus was just that little bit taller, which he had always loved.

And they kissed for a long time.

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bi-disaster-kit-herondale · 10 months

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The Mortal Instruments as Speak Now TV pt. 2/2

the original series just hits different, feeling the nostalgia now <3

Sparks Fly: Clary & Jace (i could literally put all the lyrics here)

“the way you move is like a full on rainstorm, and I’m a house of cards. you’re the kind of reckless that should send me running, but I kinda know that I won’t get far.”

Last Kiss: Izzy (& Simon) (I might cry)

“never imagined we’d end like this. your name, forever the name on my lips. so I’ll watch your life in pictures like I used to watch you sleep. and I feel you forget me, like I used to feel you breathe.”

Speak Now: Alec (& Magnus) (this one is 100% show malec, but I’ll give it to city of glass malec)

“there’s the silence. there’s my last chance. I stand up with shaky hands, all eyes on me. horrified looks from everyone in the room, but I’m only looking at you.”

Better Than Revenge: Simon (to Clary about Jace in city of bones fr)

“they didn’t teach you that in prep school, so it’s up to me. but no amount of vintage dresses gives you dignity. she’s not a saint, and she’s not what you think. she’s an actress, whoa. he was a moth to the flame, she was holding the matches.”

Castles Crumbling: Jace (city of ashes era)

“smoke billows from my ships in the harbor. people look at me like I’m a monster. now they’re screaming at the palace front gates. used to chant my name, now they’re screaming that they hate me.”

Never Grow Up: Jocelyn & Clary

“oh darling, don’t you ever grow up. don’t you ever grow up, it could stay this simple. won’t let nobody hurt you, won’t let no one break your heart. and even though you want to, please try to never grow up.”

Superman: Simon & Izzy (rip to izzy’s heartbreaker reputation)

“tall, dark and beautiful. he’s complicated, he’s irrational, but i hope someday he’ll take me away. and save the day, yeah. something in his deep, brown eyes has me saying, ‘he’s not all bad like his reputation’.”

Electric Touch: Magnus (& Alec)

“still I know that all it takes is to get it right just one time. just one time. all I know, is this could either break my heart or bring it back to life. got a feeling your electric touch could fill this ghost town up with life. and I want you now, want to need you forever.”

Mean: Clary & Sebastian

“I just wanna feel okay again. I bet you got pushed around, somebody made you cold. but the cycle ends right now, ‘cause you can’t lead me down that road. and you don’t know what you don’t know.”

Foolish One: Lily Chen

“but then the voices say ‘you are not the exception. you will never learn your lesson.’ foolish one, stop checking your mailbox for confessions of love that ain’t never gonna come.”

Timeless: Jace & Clary (feat. Will & Tessa)

“that’s when I came upon a book covered in cobwebs. story of a romance torn apart by fate. hundreds of years ago they fell in love like we did. and I’d die for you in the same way, if I first saw your face in the fifteen hundreds off in a foreign land.”

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sforzie · 3 months

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More of Raphael and Livia.

Liv doesn't usually care much for sweets, except for when she's expecting... Ever since he noticed the pattern, Raphael is understandably sus when he catches her becoming the Destroyer of Cakes.

(I also hc that tieflings and devils and the like express affection by tapping their horns together. Tok!)

#baldur's gate 3 #bg3 raphael #tiefling tav #bg3 gray queen au

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unreadpoppy · 5 months

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The making of heirs

Raphael x Gwen

Read on AO3

(Btw this is the same universe as Betrayer and Runaway Bride, it can be read on it's on own, but maybe reading both of them will help.

Warnings: 18+ this is smut. Just smut with a smidge of something in the beggining, but besides that, just straight sex. Breeding kink, there's some hands on neck but no actual choking, i think this might qualify as mating press? Also dirty talk near the end. P in V sex.

A/N: Second time i write smut let's go bitches. Also this is me setting up future dad!phael

Children.

The topic had been on Raphael’s mind for some time. He didn’t particularly like them. They demanded attention and made a mess everywhere. Mol had been an exception, but she was already a bit older when they met, and not a toddler or a babe.

But the idea of reproducing had its appeals. With the proper discipline and education, he could mold his children to his desires. They would be loyal to him, obey his commands, they would be the only ones he would entrust with positions of power, as they wouldn’t dare to go against their father. Besides, in the long run, he would be creating a line of tieflings, all tied back to him, just as the past archdevils had.

Raphael looked across the table he was eating dinner from. His wife, Gwendolyn, sat on the other side. He started imagining what their children would look like. A little girl, with the same pink skin and purple hair as her mother, but with his eyes and four horns. Or a boy, as handsome and strong as his father, with the same easy going smile as Gwen’s.

His thoughts took on a more lustful turn. He imagined ravishing her again and again, finishing inside of her until there was no doubt that his seed had taken place. He thought of her already fat belly growing bigger and bigger with his heir.

Raphael was suddenly brought back to reality when Gwendolyn asked “What’s on your mind?”

“Hm? Why do you ask?”

“You have that look on your face.” She grabbed a glass of wine. “The one you make when you’re scheming.” Gwen took a sip, looking at him.

“I was thinking about you.”

“Really?” She put the glass down, raising one brow.. “And what about me were you thinking of?”

He smirked. “About you carrying my heir in your womb.”

If Gwen had been drinking, she would have choked. “You want to have a child, Raphael?”

He got up from his seat. “Think about it.” Raphael slowly walked towards her. “It is the next logical step. Mephistopheles and Asmodeus both had lineages of tieflings traced back to them. It is only fair I have mine. A way to secure my - our - legacy.” At this point, he had walked behind her chair and put his face next to hers, whispering in Gwen’s ear. “Just imagine. A bunch of little ones, running around, a mix of the two of us. You wouldn’t be alone.”

“It’s a tempting thought.” She took a deep breath, moving her head slightly. “And how many children would the Lord of the Nine Hells want?”

Raphael sneaked one hand towards her neck, holding it and pulling her head backwards, making her gasp. “Eight, I think, would be a good number. One for each layer of hell, except this one, of course.” He kissed her open mouth. Raphael tightened his hold on her neck, just slightly enough to cause pressure but not to cut air supply.

Eventually, he let go of her, allowing Gwen to breathe. She turned around in her seat to look at him. “Surely you don’t expect me to carry eight children.” She stood up, putting a hand on his shoulder, while his eyes were fixated on her heaving chest. “How about we settle on three?”

Raphael took the hand on his chest and raised it towards his mouth, kissing her fingers. “We can discuss that later.” He murmured. “Now, let’s focus on producing the first one.”

Gwen bit her lip and nodded her head. Not even a moment later, his mouth was once again on hers, one hand holding her cheek with force, while the other went to the back of her dress, trying to untie it. With her hands, Gwen began to slowly unbutton his vest.

Eventually, Raphael grew frustrated and let go. He put his hands on top of the dress and in one movement, ripped the garment open, leaving her in her underwear. She gasped. “I really liked the dress.” Gwen removed her undergarments before he had any chance of ruining them as well.

Raphael made quick work of his own clothes and replied. “I’ll get you a hundred thousand as a replacement, pet.” He was once again on her, hands roaming her soft flesh.

Gwendolyn grabbed him by the back of his neck and reached a hand down his chest, slightly grazing his skin with her nails until she reached his half hard cock. She grabbed it, gently, rubbing it up and down. Raphael had one hand on her breasts, toying with her nipple, while the other was at her sex, inserting one finger than another, his thumb stroking her clit.

As they were both getting close to their climaxes, Raphael snapped them away to their bed. As soon as Gwen’s back hit the mattress, the archdevil raised her legs, putting her calves over his shoulders and pushing himself inside her in one fluid motion, their previous ministrations facilitating the process.

She moaned loudly as he pounded into her. One of Raphael’s hands wrapped around Gwen’s neck, squeezing it just a bit.

“You take me so well, look at you.” He said, in a raspy voice. Gwen’s reply came in the form of a moan. His placed his free hand over her belly, grasping and kneading the flesh. “I can already see it, you round with my heirs.”

“Raphael…” She managed to say, voice raspy.

“I’ll breed you over and over again, until there is no doubt that you’re pregnant. Everyone will see how you’re mine.” He let go of her neck, and instead, held her cheek. “Tell me you want this.”

“I…I want this.” She breathed out.

“You’ll carry all the children I give you.”

“Yes, yes! I’m-I’m so close.” Gwen moaned. The hand on her belly traveled to her clit, rubbing it until she threw her head back, reaching her orgasm. Raphael leaned forward, engulfing her mouth with his and bringing her knees close to her chest, drinking up the scream that left her as she climaxed.

A few more hard thrusts and he soon reached his peak, finishing inside her. As they both came back, breathing heavily, tears of pleasure running down Gwen’s face, she noticed that he continued inside her.

Raphael saw that and smirked. “To make sure not a single drop goes to waste.” He laid on top of her, weight almost crushing. She threw her arms around him.

“If we keep doing it like this, I won’t object to the eight children.” Gwen whispered.

Raphael kissed the side of her head. “Good.”

#raphael baldur's gate 3 #raphael bg3 #raphael the cambion #oc: gwen #gwendolyn gray #baldur's gate 3 #smut #nsft #i've been putting all these gwen and raph fics under raphael's random one shots on AO3 but i'm considering posting this one as it's own thi #ayo im gonna start using gifs cause i finally remembered how to add them hehe

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