#haarlep the incubus

[wakacreations]

Infernal Nightly Habits

I am taking a bit of rest from writing. Maybe some day I will revisit this as a short little one-shots.

Zevlor:

Lullabies: It is a habit he find himself doing whenever he prepares for bed. Either humming a soft tune if he has more energy whistle it but when your head hits the pillow he will sing the words of old ballads as you already drifted off to sleep. Why does he do it? There were many children who couldn't sleep under his care. That was what he would say whenever he was caught. When he was in Elturel to Avernus and on the road to Baldur's Gate all opportunity to have possible deniability. Truthfully it's to keep the last of his fond memories alive when he was once in your stead dreaming peacefully, to comfortably fall asleep to the sound of a voice you loved so dear. Light sleeper: Years of being a Hellrider left its mark on him and even before then he couldn't help wake up to the slightest sound. Was there something there or was it his imagination? Was that the usual noises of the night? It is better to get up and check for himself to never leave his guard down for any moment not again. Insomniac: His body would collapse before his mind would allow him to rest. Wide awake he would be watching the sky transition from the deep midnight to the swirling pinks of first light and finally to the raising yellows of dawn. What keeps the Hellrider up in the night? It changes each night of which transgression he committed comes to ravage his mind but seeing you sleeping soundly puts his stuttering heart at ease. If he to be forever plagued to never find rest he will find it vicariously through you and that is enough for him.

Rolan:

Storytime: He reads before bed that's not unusual for the wizard. Sometimes he reads the words aloud without realizing it. If you were to comment on his reading he would apologize for disturbing you. He will make a conscious effort to be quiet though you still will catch snippets of his mumbled words. If sleep does not come easy to you he would read whatever book that he is currently engaged with. When he feels comfortable one night he would sheepishly propose another story not one he currently has on hand but ones he recalls from memory. Moments long before Avernus where he would be off on some misadventures with his siblings through the streets of Elturel. Maybe one of being chased and scolded by Hellrider Tilses while on her patrol, another of accidental fires started by the trio in his mother's bakery and who knows what other stories he left tucked away in the recesses of his mind. When he's feeling sentimental recall old childish tales he would read with Cal, Lia and his mother long ago or playing the game of creating a make believe tale till sleep waters the eyes. By the end of the story you found yourself still awake looking at the wizard who is fast asleep instead. Heavy sleeper: He will sleep through the chaos around him. Shake the wizard or make as much noises as you want to no avail he is off in dreamland. How else would you achieve rest living with Cal and Lia for so long? Just don't say his name while he's asleep he will begrudgingly be awake even at the slightest whisper. Ingrained into him that calling his name means morning, you will have to pull the wizard back to bed before he decides to get a early start to the day. Somewhere in his half thoughts he will come up with a reason to argue that yes, he needs to be awake at this hour though it is still night. He will fall back to sleep when settled back in again and maybe one more story before bed. Sleep talker: He does know he does it on a very rare occasion but he does not recall whatever he supposedly uttered. You find that he sleep talks the most when he is under stress or if there is a nagging thought he tries to suppress in waking life. Usually he just babbling random nonsense from whatever dream he is having. Sometimes you can converse with him if you asked what is happening in a dream and he will answer.

Raphael:

Penning: There is always work to be done that needs to be inked down onto parchment whether it be for a contract, a plan yet to come to fruition or a spark of his own genius that needs to be scrawled for his own personal works. The act is therapeutic as much as you and Haarlep give him looks at the littered crumbled drafts thrown about between grumbles of another attempt that doesn't meet his own satisfaction. Night terrors: He does not require much rest yet even so there is enough time for him to dream. Whatever these potential premonitions are he will decipher its meaning. Though there is another who appears there beside him in the chaos a voice that is always squeaking and squealing for his attention during the finale as he meets his end. Unconscious cuddler: The devil you know is at your beck and call always drawn to a desperate soul. If sleep doesn't find you it will through suffocation from being smothered from the weight of his body pressing you into the silken sheets or being squeezed to the brink of death. If you are unlucky his claws dig into you as he pulls you around in his sleep whichever way he desires. He only sleeps with himself was but a warning from Haarlep to you. Most others do not live through what would be a night.

Haarlep:

Impies: They enjoy the company of their imp pets before bed. Throwing them across the boudoir and hearing them squeal in delight sometimes terror when they land onto hard surfaces. Haarlep would gossip with their pets telling lie after lie about the happenings in the House of Hope. It doesn't matter what they choose to tell these creatures even if there were truths scattered in their own words. Come morning these impies will be replaced with another. The least Haarlep could do is wish them a good night from this plane and dote on them until a new plaything comes to spend the night or just the usual one. Restless sleeper: They are never comfortable and when they do finally lay still somehow they always position themselves for the optimum of your discomfort. Spreading themselves to take up as much room as they please, sleeping at odd angles so with the slightest of a nudge push you off the bed and whatever else possess them to flail their limbs around at just a simple touch. When you somehow fall asleep in a contorted position you wake up no different than when you awake up after a day of battle. Still so tired, sore, bruised and hesitant to stretch in case of a cramp. There are still worst bedfellows but this is still not the worst you have encountered. Snores: It is almost comedic the way they snore. Sometimes soft whistling, at some point would be like those of snarling animals even loud enough to where you question are your own eyes shaking and then the usually choking coughs of breathed in spittle. When you mention their snores as a off handed jest, they would simply deflect with a simple phrases of can't help yourself sweet pet and I don't blame you for staring. You already miss my attentions already far be it from me to leave a greedy little thief waiting.

[dark-and-kawaii]

your writing makes me go so fucking feral dude oh my god

could i request a haarlep/reader and raphael/reader nsfw blurb or literally anything? i eat your writing up like it's my last meal

☆ Tʜᴇɪʀ Lᴏᴠᴇʟʏ Lɪᴛᴛʟᴇ Tᴏʏ ☆

₊˚⊹♡ Pᴀɪʀɪɴɢs: Haarlep x F!Tav/Reader ✧ Raphael x F!Tav/Reader

₊˚⊹♡ Cᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ: NSFW ✧ Soft Haarlep Towards End ✧ Possessive Raphael ✧ Filling You With So Much Cum Your Tummy Feels Full ✧ Big Pretty Ridged Cocks ✧ Breeding You ✧ Creampie ✧ Stretching You Nicely

₊˚⊹♡ Nᴏᴛᴇ: Awh ♡ ♡ ♡ Thank You So Much For Enjoying My Work xoxo!!! I Did Both Because Both Of Them Are Perfection!!! I Hope You Love This My Dear ♡ ♡ ♡ May This Feed Your Soul And Your Horniness xoxo ♡ ♡ ♡

Hᴀᴀʀʟᴇᴘ

“Who said you can rest, dove~”

Haarlep lifted your limp body with ease, his nails kissing your hips as he held your abused hole above his thick cock. The creatures cum drooling from your twitching pussy, making quite the mess on his lap, “Is this really the best your body can do? How disappointing.” He pouts mockingly, “We were only just getting started, little love~”

The incubus’ lips pulled into a sharp grin as his tail curled around your thigh to spread your leg wider for him. The tip of his cock teasing your opening, pushing into the sloppy mess your body was.

You were so tired… So, so tired… Sore, and exhausted. You had lost count of how many times you came and how many times Haarlep did. But you still couldn't help but cry out as Haarlep impaled you on his beautiful veiny cock once again, your head lolled back before your body slumped forward onto his chest, “Ahhh~♡ Ha-Haarleeeerp~ Th-e tip of y-your dick and n’my cervix are touching n’kissing each other~~~♡ Aahh~ It h-hurts so s’good~! Y-Yur gonna rip m-my n’insides~ ♡ Aaahha~”

A low purr rumbled in Haarlep's chest at your words as he started bouncing you on his cock, “What a good little toy~ You're taking me so well, dove~! Such a lovely little plaything~” Your breast, smushed so wonderfully against his chest, rubbed against his warm skin with each thrust, and he could feel how those cute perky nipples had gotten hard against him, “even though we’ve had our fun so many times now, you still react so nicely~ and you’re still so wonderfully tight~” his tongue licks against your cheek, lapping at the sweat that drenched your lovely flushed skin, “it almost feels like my cock is being strangled~”

Your arms wrapped around Haarlep's neck, and you held on tight, trying your best to match his pace and movements, your insides stretched and stuffed, the head of his cock hitting the entrance of your womb with each bounce, “s’too rough. M-my insides ngh~ a-are being bullied~ ♡ I- I feel like I'm gonna diee~ aahh~! ♡♡ Y-you're g-gonna break m-me~♡” You could feel his cum from the previous rounds sloshing around in your gut, the excess bubbling out with each thrust.

The creature knew how to make you break, knew how to make those pretty eyes of yours glaze over and roll into the back of your skull until tears dripped down your cheeks. Knew how to make those soft little noises come from your lips as you were fucked dumb.

“I would never allow that, sweet dove~ What fun would I have if you were broken before our time was up~?” His tail loosened around your leg and slid up your body, the tip of it flicking and brushing against your skin, his eyes narrowing, “Besides, if you were to die, who would let me have my fill~? And then, who would make such delicious, delectable noises just for me, little dove~?”

You were unable to respond, his thrusts too much for your poor mind… Unable to feel the way his arms were now securely wrapped around you, keeping you close. How his tail curled protectively against your back, or the soft way his eyes gazed at you…

You were unable to see just how gentle and caring his expression was as he fucked you. How the way his mouth parted, the fangs that had previously torn through your flesh and left behind bloody, purple marks, now glistened with saliva as he whispered, cooed and moaned, sweet words just for you, his little dove… Yes you were, his little dove, the one who came to him and gave him your life and body.

His sweet, lovely, little dove.

Rᴀᴘʜᴀᴇʟ

Your face was pressed into his mattress, his clawed hand tangled in your tousled locks as his hips snap against you, each thrust eliciting a sharp gasp or moan from those pretty bruised lips of yours. He had his other large hand splayed across the small of your back, holding you in place. His ridged cock pushing the cum he dumped into you further until it takes up every inch of space, making you feel full and stuffed.

“R-Raphael~! Pleassse! W-wait!!” You whimper pathetically, voice cracking as he ruts harder against you.

He leans over you, his hot breath washing over your back, causing goosebumps to erupt over your heated skin, before he growls lowly, “You were clearly reveling in the moment just a moment ago; do not retreat into shyness now, my little bird.”

Little bird, or rather little songbird as he usually says… Was his most recent pet name for you simply because he enjoyed the way you sung his name like a songbird as your body convulsed with each orgasm he wrung out of you.

Raphael licked a long, slow stripe up your spine, chuckling as you shiver and squirmed beneath him, mewling softly, before he nuzzles your neck and whispers huskily in your ear, his voice deep and gravelly, his tone alone sending a rush of heat to your face, “You're mine, leaking my seed. Do you not yet comprehend? I aim to ensure that your womb is nourished on this day.”

Your lips fell open, your eyes widening and cheeks flushing as his words settled in the deepest parts of your mind. The very thought of being bred by this devil, of his warm seed taking root within your belly, it made your head dizzy, “I-I’m-I... I-I'm- m’your- y-yours~” You slur, tongue heavy as you speak, “S’good~ m’your property~”

Raphael chuckles and pulls away, only to flip you over onto your back and then grab your thighs and pull them up, his hands moving to hook them behind your knees, pressing them close to your chest, “Indeed, my lovely little songbird, you belong to me.”

His hand caresses your cheek, a thumb running across your lips, pulling the bottom one down, a string of saliva connecting the digit and your lip, “Your lips,” his nail bites into the supple flesh, dragging across, splitting it, and the metallic taste of blood coats your tongue, making him moan as he watches you lick it up, a dark, hungry look in his eye, “your tongue, ah such a pleasurable anatomy” he slips a digit onto your tongue, groaning as you swirl it around his thick finger, “your womb” his finger leaves your mouth with a wet plop and your saliva as it trails down between your breasts until he finds where your bodies are joined.

A small bulge present beneath your navel, and he presses his palm flat against it, making you arch your back as his cock throbs and twitches inside of you, “your soul…“ He grinds his hips, pushing his cock deeper and harder against that spot, making you squeal, the bulge growing more pronounced and causing your stomach to distend as the tip of his cock nudges against your cervix, “all of you belongs to me.”

[dvilsdesire-a]

❤️ Raphael x Haarlep ❤️

(because I love them)

[red-dead-sakharine]

Haarlep - animated

...looking at you even more seductively

[luniidae]

~ Daddy's Present ~

Raphael Week - Day 2

Hi everyone!

Raphael Week started yesterday and I'm glad to have found the time to participate in the second prompt: Daddy's Present.

Photo reference from NienoTheater on Twitter. I didn't take a pose but mostly an ambiance! I loved this black and red contrast 🖤

Also, I wanted to represent the day Haarlep took Raphael's form for the first time.

Hope you like it!

[northernolddragon]

[mitsu-harlock]

Haarlep plays with Raphael Part.II🔥🤭

[fat-mabari]

Anyway uhm here’s proof I’m doing things again...

Everyone’s favorite incubus :) That halter’s gonna be the death of me…

[fun-sized-owl]

Some Raphlep <3 (my fave boys).

Fixed Raphael up a bit, which I'm happier with now :3

[silkandsulphur]

Silk and Sulphur Zine is here!

>>> Get the Zine <<<

Thanks so much to everyone who contributed, staffed and supported this zine!

[theemptyislost]

It's been a while. Have some Haarlep.

[haksart]

Late to the party, but my piece of Haarlep for the Silk and Sulphur zine @silkandsulphur

Enjoy :^)

[dark-and-kawaii]

Just a thought came to mind! How do you feel about Raphael, Haarlep, Rolan, and Zevlor being spanked by you (with consent of course!)? I'm curious :3

ଘ(੭ˊᵕˋ)੭*✩‧₊ When Love Gets A Little Cheeky

⊹ D’awh this is so adorably cute!!! They all have nice booties so yes!!! Let’s smack some bg3 ass!!!!

⊹ Content: Smacking Some Ham ♡ ♡ ♡ - Cheeky - Cute - Teasing

⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆ Zevlor

Watching Zevlor do just about anything is like a treat for your eyes. The way his muscles ripple beneath the white fabric of his linen shirt when he does anything, it’s hard not to drool a little. But right now, as he bends to grab the cloth he dropped, you suddenly notice just how fine his backside is…

You’re sitting there, legs crossed, completely entranced. Your body seems to have a mind of its own as you quietly get up and make your way over to him, hands tucked behind your back, cheeks flushed with a mischievous grin. Just as he straightens up, your hand playfully lands a cheeky smack on his rear!

Zevlor’s reaction was so priceless, so cute as his tail shoots straight up, spinning around, utterly bewildered at the sudden violation of his privacy. His eyes meet your beautiful face, which is lit up with the biggest, most innocent smile and blush.

You giggle, “Sorry! I just couldn’t resist! It’s just so nice and it was just staring at me!” Your lashes flutter, laughing, and gaze up at him with the same sweet expression.

It takes him a moment but soon his body relaxes, the look of confusion on his face replaced with that sweet and kind smile of his, that smile that always makes you fall for him over and over again, “You should wane on the side of caution, my dear. One might think that you were flirting with me.” His tail slinked up around your waist to pull you closer, making you giggle again.

You rest your hands on his chest, giving it a playful rub, eyes twinkling as you reply, “Gasp! Flirt with a hellspawn? Never!” You bite your lip with a cheeky grin, leaning into him, fingers toying with his shirt buttons.

Zevlor chuckles, “Well then, I suppose it is I who should wane on the side of caution in such a situation. The look you're giving me suggests I might have a succubus in my arms.” He leans down to capture your lips, his hand gently cradling the back of your neck as his tail holds you close.

⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆ Haarlep

Sneaking up on Haarlep? Yeah, that wasn’t really your strong suit. Even now, as you watch the creature sprawled out on your bed, lying in his stomach with that tempting ass of his in the perfect position to be played with- just begging to be smacked...

But Haarlep, being the ever tease he was, just laid there, his eyes closed as he played along with your games. The incubus is always so eager to see what you’re planning.

You try, oh how you try so quietly to sneak up on your incubus, standing beside the bedside where he lounges, eyes locked on that irresistible ass. Just as you think you’ve finally did it- that you finally were able to land the perfect blow, your hand coming down- his tail snakes around your wrist… And with a swift tug, you’re forced to fall onto his back.

“Now, now, what have we here~? What mischief are you up to, my little dove?” That voice, that sultry whisper that always sends a delicious shiver down your spine, “Up to no good again, I see? Whatever shall I do about this~?” As his tail releases your wrist, it swoops down deliver a smack to your own ass, “Looks like I’ll have to teach you a lesson or two~”

Deep down, you knew it would end up like this, but honestly, you wouldn't have it any other way~

⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆ Raphael

Lounging in the House of Hope, you watched your devil as he paced around, examining his latest contract. The parchment was so insignificant compared to that handsome smirk playing on his lips, how his tail swayed, and you couldn’t help but admire how his pants hugged his rear just right.

You felt so incredibly lucky to be in his presence, grateful he decided to keep you around so that you could enjoy the view of such eye candy.

As he approached where you were soaking in his healing bath, he lowered the contracts so that he could glance down at you with a dark chuckle, “Enjoying yourself, mous?”

You tilted your head with a playful smile, “would be better if I had a certain devil I knew in here with me~” you replied, lifting your leg out of the tub in a teasing manner.

“In due time.” he murmured, beginning to walk away.

But patience wasn’t on your agenda today, not at all. Feeling a bit bratty and craving his attention, you decided to make a move. With haste, you stepped out of the water, careful not to slip as you dashed up to him, delivering a playful smack to his ass.

You watched as his shoulders tensed and his tail froze mid sway. As he turned to face you, his little mouse, you flashed him a toothy grin, stuck your tongue out, and scampered back to the bath, read for the cat and mouse game you knew he enjoyed so much~

Peeking out from the water, you watch him observiently.

“My, my, how Ill mannered of you, little mouse.” He mused, snapping his fingers to make the contract vanish. In an instant, he also disappeared only to appear behind you, pressing against your backside, his body pinning you against the edge of the bath. His large hand cupping your ass possessively.

⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆ Rolan

Rolan was always the serious type, nose buried in his scrolls and potions. Even now as you visited him in his tower, he’s all about his work. You let out a dramatic sigh, plopping yourself onto his desk, watching him with nothing but boredom in your eyes.

Hopping off his wooden desk, you lean against him, your chest brushing up against his arm as you grin wide at him. Rolan barely spares you a glance, sighing, “Can I help you with something?”

“Just watchin!~” You chirp, wiggling your hips before slipping behind him. He’s so absorbed in his potion and scroll. Leaning back, your hands come up to frame his cute little butt like a camera lens.

“So adorable~” You whisper under your breath.

“What was tha-?”

Your hand suddenly claps down somewhat hard on his ass, causing Rolan to let out a cry, and the potion in his hands to go everywhere. He doesn’t have to turn around so you can see his reaction. From how he suddenly froze and his whole body tensed up, you can tell that the poor tiefling is stunned.

You bite back a laugh, a small squeak coming from your mouth as you cover your mouth. Rolan, on the other hand, lets out a strangled noise from his throat as he slowly turns his head towards you. His eyes are narrowed, and the tips of his ears an even brighter red.

A smirk graces your lips as you reach up to tap his nose, “Oops! There was a fly there~” you wink.

Rolan sighs heavily, his face falling into his hands as he shakes his head.

He swore you were going to be the death of him.

[dvilsdesire-a]

// Unless there is some form of being sworn to secrecy when entering Raphael's House of Hope, Haarlep is not a secret.

Both the Archivist and Nubaldin point you in the direction of the boudoir, telling you that the true pleasures of the HoH is within the boudoir (meaning Haarlep as we encounter them).

(sorry had to get the Archivist off YT cause apparently I didn't save my vids of him?)

It also is a pretty big indication that Haarlep gets visitors from time to time and is allowed to share pleasures with them. And that there's a secret way in (lol yeah big secret a whole open balcony lol), which means others have likely used that path if they can't get an invite.

Raphael also has personal visits within the boudoir logged in his logbook:

Obviously, as the player, we nab the High Inquisitor's invitation, but there are clearly other guests that are allowed to venture into the boudoir. While my little personal hc is that Raphael likely has an office somewhere he could talk to people about work/contracts/all that serious business, I'm assuming in game the boudoir is ALSO Raphael's office.

Either way, Haarlep has likely been lounging about during some of these visits. He's literally called the "resident of the boudoir", meaning that's pretty much Haarlep's home. There's always the indication that they venture off when it's something more serious, but I really can't see Haarlep being seen as some secret that no one knows about. They might be bound to the HoH, but they're not a secret. And why would Raphael hide Haarlep anyway when he thinks so highly of himself? If anything, Raphael would show off his prized sex toy, his beautiful incubus that takes on his glamour.

The Archivist also gives the indication that what happens in the boudoir is pretty intense (as we all figured), when you come back to him and he says you're still in one piece. Unfortunately, I don't have the vid, but you can talk to him again, and he says basically along the lines of you're either stronger than you look or haven't been to the boudoir yet.

I recall seeing somewhere that there was the possibility that the boudoir wasn't Raphael's actual bedroom as well but uh... I'm about to debunk that with this lovely little screenshot I took:

That, my friends, is indeed, Raphael's bed.

So from this, we can pretty much gather that Haarlep lives in the bedroom (as he's the resident), it's legitimately Raphael's bedroom (even tho it's called the boudoir and holds private social meetings as much as pleasurable ones), and that others visit Haarlp and Raphael within the room.

Thus, I'm concluding that Haarlep is not a secret. Though they may be bound and the resident of the boudoir (although the fact that once you've encountered him, he legit disappears and can't be found says otherwise), there's no way that the incubus is a secret. Devils also talk, so even if Haarlep was supposed to be, I doubt that it's been kept within the HoH.

Haarlep is basically a big house pet (spy from Daddy).

[wakacreations]

Infernal Drunks:

Tav just wanted a peaceful night out. What happens when (Zevlor, Rolan, Raphael, Haarlep) go to a tavern? Turns out they can't hold their liquor. This was so much fun to write.

Zevlor:

“Zevlor! Get down from there!” You turned around to see the Hellrider stood proud atop the bar counter. The bards strummed away at their strings. The patrons drunkenly joined in drumming along on the tables. “When the sirens are calling! They'll ask for your wedding band! They say oh no dear you can never settle down! You have made a sailor's swear! We live by the honors of our sailor’s code!” The Commander belted out to their fellow patrons.

"We live our lives ruthless and free! Beware the bitch queen, Umberlee!” The patrons hollered back. You elbow your way through the tight crowd as Zevlor continues to sing. “We are no mere ruffians or just another gutted chum. Well what do we do, sailors?” He gestured to his audience. “We do fuck all till the crack of dawn!” The sailors roared. He waved a hand at you when he saw your head poke through the wall of happy drunkards. “We are the proud sailors! We call the seas home! We raise our tankards high till the taverns run dry in the Sea of the Sword Coast!” They cheered, guzzling down their tankards. The Hellrider followed suit. “Another song, Horns!” The bards yelled out. Zevlor gave a boyish smile as he held his hand out to you. “Care to sing with me for the next musical number?”

Rolan:

“You know there is a saying that one should never receive a kiss from a tiefling.” You feel the brush of his spade against your ankle. The last song of the evening was winding down. “Is that so,” you teased, raising a brow. “You’ll find a love like no other.” Rolan took a finished sip of his glass, setting it down. “Is that an offer, Rolan?” Your breath hitches as he moves his face in close to get a better look at you. The tiefling wizard’s cheeks were rosy as his eyes met yours. “Would that make you happy,” he grinned. “I.. Are you drunk, Rolan?” He pulled his face back, cocking his head processing your words. He took your hand into his own. “Only on you,” he purred, grazing his lips against the back of your palm. “Your hand is too cold,” turning your hand over to cup his flushed cheek. “There much better, all warm,” Rolan hummed blissfully. You glanced around making sure no one peered at your booth. “I think it's about time to take you home.” If anything it is better to see him at home and forget this evening than to see him lock himself away in the tower for a tenday or more at his own sheer embarrassment. You moved to withdraw your hand feeling your face burn. His hand didn't budge. “Why? I don’t want to,” he huffed, moving his tail to wrap around your ankle.  A pout quivered his lower lip. “I don’t want to wake up,” he grumbled. “Wake up from what? Do you feel tired then we better leave then.” He shook his head in an aggressive no. “When I open my eyes after I fall asleep you’ll be gone,” Rolan whined, squeezed your hand. “I'll see you again in the morning, Rolan. Who would I be if I didn't check up on you?” He shook his head again. “Like how the moon says goodbye to the sun.. When they rise from the horizon.. This moment will be no more. Only to return when I shut my eyes…” The wizard swallowed, concentrating on finding the words. “But never to exist in the waking morning,” his eyes moved to the hand he held. He sighed and pressed a kiss to the inside of your palm. “I said to you after the death of my master, please what is mine is yours.” He looked at you once more. “Well my heart is my own and is yours should you ever wish to keep it.” Guiding your hand from his face to gently pressing your fingers to form a fist. With both hands he held your palm closed, “My love will always be here within your grasp.”

Raphael: 

“Mouse!? Where are you!?” You heard a deep timbre voice yell above the strings of the tavern. Turning around you see a disheveled man swaying towards you. “Are you alright, Raphael,” raising a brow. He leaned against the bar to steady himself. “Why are you here?” Given how rosy his cheeks have flushed, the stained undershirt and missing doublet, he did make his rounds.  “You,” he growled, clenching his jaw. Tilting your head, “what for Raphael? I have already paid my debts to you,” taking a swig of your tankard. “What? Did you lose the crown already?” The devil sneered, brushing back a hair that had fallen out of place. “Only a fool would lose such a precious relic. No, there is something I need from you.” What could he possibly need? “I need you home.” You sputtered into your drink. “WHAT,” you coughed, hacking out the last bit of alcohol in your lungs. “It is how I said it, mouse." The flicker of Hellfire shown in his unfocused gaze. You felt something bound off your head. Looking down you see a crumpled up paper. “Who done that!?” You scanned the faces from the direction it flew. “Done, what? What are you accusing me of? I’ll have your-” “No, not you.” You waved off the cranky devil. From the crowd you spotted a familiar warlock from across the tavern. “Korrilla?” The devil’s warlock gestured to the piece of paper. Unraveling the paper it read He won’t leave unless you take him. Squinting your eyes at the text in hand and looking back at her. “No,” you shook your head. She mouthed back at you, “he’s your problem.” Turning your eyes onto Raphael who was groaning clutching his head on the counter. “He’s your patron!” Looking back, the dwarven warlock had vanished. “Fuck!” Your face fell into your hands. The jiggle of bells came closer. “Tav… I am not feeling so well..” You felt a tugged at your sleeve. “Can we go home now?”

HAARLEP

“Haarlep? Where are you going?” The drunken “tiefling” stumbles away from you. “To find more food, Mousey,” they yawned. “Haven't you eaten already? The bards would be singing about the tiefling who wouldn't leave the tavern without kissing all the patrons.” You walked in pace with them. “Please, that is a regular night for a bard. Only an appetizer for an incubus. There are plenty of tasty morsels to feast upon,” they tumbled forward. “Oh, look there, that one looks quite delectable,” they shimmed free from their wingless guise. “No, come here Haarlep!” They shook their wings. Stretching them to their full wingspan, Haarlep flaps their wings preparing to take off. “You want a hug!?” You extended your arms spread wide. “Haarlep, please!” If they flew, who knows where they would end up. “Mousey!” They waddled back towards you. “Yes, that’s it Haarlep! Who is my favorite little fiend?!” Somewhere you swear you heard a tut of disapproval. “Mousey… I am still,” they yawned over your ear. “Hungry,” dropping their head atop your shoulder. “Let's not go home just yet,” they mumbled. “I know, Haarlep. I know,” moving their arm to hang over your shoulder. When are they ever not? “Where are you taking me?” They groaned as you slowly dragged the incubus towards the Devil's Fee. “You'll eat when we're home, Haarlep. Could you at the very least attempt to walk,” you huffed looking up at the long uphill dirt path. Would it be too late to call for Korrilla? Or Yugir perhaps? “If I do Mousey will you sleepover? Who is to check on I if I were to fall desperately ill hmm?” Pressing the pad of their claw into your cheek, you rolled your eyes. “You know the little brat is helpless if I were to fall sick and no one wants to deal with his petty little tantrums,” they slurred. Would killing Haarlep make them teleport to the boudoir or somewhere else? You shivered from a warm gust of air, a low growl filled your ear, “yes.” Am I hearing things now? “Those are dangerous thoughts to be having, little mouse,” Haarlep purred. You felt their tail wrap snugly around your waist. “So, very naughty of you,” nuzzling their cheek against yours. “Pretty please? I will be as good as my little impies?” The Devil’s Fee was in sight. “Your impies destroyed my pack last time I left it in the boudoir,” you sighed. “I promise, mouse,” they yawned. Just a couple of steps further. Making your way past the gate, “We made it, Haarlep. We’re almost home.” No noise came from the incubus. “Haarlep?” You turned to see their head hung low, drool pooling at the corner of their mouth. “Goodnight then,” you chuckled. Knocking aggressively on the door outcame Mammon’s warlock with a look of agitation. With a toss of a pouch from your hip, she ushered you in. The warmth of Hellfire blanketed you, both. “Just for tonight, Haarlep. I will stay. Who knows, if he’ll allow me to let you out again,” pressing a kiss to their temple. “I might as well,” you yawned, laying down beside them. You watched their slow steady breaths being lullied by its calming rhythm. They stirred in their sleep reaching out to you. “My Mousey,” pulling you to their chest. “Haarlep,” you breathed, suffocating in their tight embrace. “My sweet Mousey.”

[luniidae]

Modern!Haarluviael

Modern!Luviahael + Modern!Luviaarlep =.....

Edit: Haarluviael !

Help, I don't have any ship name for these three 😂, but here they are 💃