Why do you say Rowaelin is the best ship of her books what about Rhys and his wife? I haven't read that one yet just asking I mean I agree they're the best I kind of wish that Rowan appeared much earlier like in book 2 or something I hope she's done with the male lead not appearing until she broke up with the ex that she "loved" I've heard people say Rowan was only second choice and she really only loved Chaol or Sam.
uhm ... i really really don't like fey/sand đ i think they are probably the most popular sjm ship (why i'll never know) but i was never really that fond of them, and the latest book just made me hate the ship altogether. I can't stand rh*sand and truth be told i think feyre deserves so much better.
i actually don't mind that we (and aelin) had to wait for rowan! what she goes through book 2 is really important for her character growth and i think the story and their relationship would've been different had she not hit rock bottom before she met rowan
and i think she's done with the love interest switch, at least for now; everyone was dreading it in crescent city and thank god it didn't happen, but i think it would have made her writing even more predictable
and rowan being her second choice is the biggest bs i've ever heard lmao to be honest i wasn't the biggest fan of sam and i truly think that she didn't really love him; it was more like two traumatized teenagers latching onto each other because they suffered the same abuse. and chaol .... (my chaolaena shipper friends look away now) i never knew what she saw in him dkjjdsd and he never truly loved her, only parts of her. even when they are already together and she has to do her job (which he knows what it is) he's mad at her for killing people ??? mr you were perfectly aware she was an assassin before you hit that in the closet ... all he has is the audacity i swear. anyways im like one of the five people who liked dorian x celaena more
but if someone truly thinks that rowan is not the one for aelin, they probably stopped reading around half of heir of fire lol he is the only one who truly sees her and accepts her and loves her for who she is
I really enjoyed drawing this art because of the colours!
The warm rays of the setting sun weren't warm enough, so Draco draped a blanket over Hermione's shoulders. She looked somewhere in front of her, to where, behind the green crowns of trees, the azure waters of Lake Garda sparkled. The golden light tangled in her hair, moved across her slightly tanned skin, and glittered in her eyes that seemed amber.
Malfoy froze for a second and then sat down beside her. In between them, there was a silence, as they watched the sky turn into burgundy and mauve colours. Barolo Canti with berry-fruity overtones warmed from inside out.
Draco kissed Hermione in the temple and closed his eyes, not noticing the smile that graced her lips.
For the first time, he had everything he so desperately wanted.
Warnings: Violence, sexual content (on the milder side - it's going to be full send soon, friends), swearing.
Author's Note: Only original character's and story lines are of my own. I do not own the character's related to the Outer Banks series, nor the actors.
*This will also NOT be linear with the show. So don't be upset.
It would be referred to as the Red Night. Her dress was red, as was the sky as the day held on for a few more hours.
Then his knuckles turned red. His face oozed with blood as it dripped into the clear waters of the shore. His eyes wild and bloodshot as he doled out the punches one by one.
"Rafe! Rafe, stop!" Her voice sounded like it was miles down the shoreline when she was actually three steps behind him.
"TOPPER, DO SOMETHING!" She screamed as she pulled at his best friend's shirt, everyone else watched in shock.
The shorter, but equally as strong boy grabbed his friend by his shoulders and pulled him off the tall blonde. He whispered something into the taller boys ear as they stepped back.
"Lucky my girl is here, man." Rafe grumbled as he spit blood into the ocean water as he glanced from the Pogue to his petrified girlfriend.
"Which one?" JJ Maybank grinned through the pain in his jaw as he pulled himself up from the water.
"Fuck you! Pogue scum." Rafe spat as he lunged towards the boy again.
"Ah! Not so fast." The Maybank boy replied as he quickly pulled a gun from the waistband of his shorts and pointed it at the group of Kooks.
"JJ, what the fuck are you doing?" She asked as she held her hands in front of her.
"Gemma, come and stand behind me." JJ ordered, his eyes as wild as his cocaine fueled Kook counterpart.
"Gem, don't you fucking dare." Rafe growled from deep in his chest as he grabbed her elbow with his bloody hand.
It was like the Wild West. A stand off after a brawl. Two men at odds with one another. The drugs, the alcohol. And now a gun.
"Gemma, come here. I will take you home." Topper Thornton spoke softly, his voice permeated the tense scene.
All sides watched to see what the girl would do. Stand behind the rogue Maybank boy while he wielded a pistol? Or stay with the wild eyed Rafe Cameron? Who would no doubt drive them home coked out and drunk.
The brunette took small steps away from the standoff and walked towards the boy with the bleached blonde hair. She looked between the dueling boys one more time before before she took Topper's outstretched hand and let him lead her away.
"Topp?" She asked softly as she held onto his strong bicep as they walked quietly up the beach to his Jeep.
"Yeah, Gem?" He asked, both hands in his pockets. He knew better than to put his hands on Rafe Cameron's girl.
" Can I stay with you tonight? She asked with a sniffle. Topper had not stopped to realize how traumatic the situation they had just witnessed had truly been for the girl in the middle of it.
"Yeah, of course." Topper nodded as he helped her into the front seat of his Jeep.
The night was far from over after leaving the Boneyard, although a lot of the parties involved wished it was. An hour after the majority of the teens dispersed, Rafe Cameron was left alone on the shore with nothing but his high, his thoughts, a half bottle of vodka, and her voicemail.
"Gemma, this isn't funny. Pick up." He growled into his phone before he took a swig of vodka. He hung up and tried her number again, only to roar with frustration when it went straight to voicemail again.
"ANSWER ME!"
Hi, it's Gemma Mercer. I'm probably on the beach or working at the country club. Leave me a message. Bye!
"Baby, I'm sorry. Please, you have to call me back. Just let me know that you got home okay." He slurred as his vision got blurry, but the redial button was habitual at this point.
"Just don't fuck him , okay? Not Topper." He grumbled as his head nodded forward and his chin touched his chest. He wanted to sleep on the beach tonight, but not alone.
Rafe woke up a few hours into the night ready for another hit, angry and deep down he was worried about his girl. He checked his phone with what little battery it had and saw the message from her.
At Topper's tonight. I'm ok.
"What the fuck are you doing?" Topper whisper yelled as he came running out of the driveway to meet his still very drunk friend.
Rafe spat the thick blood that remained in his mouth into the ocean before he stood up and trudged through the sand towards his Jeep.
Rafe peeled into Topper's driveway as he laid on the horn for a solid five seconds before he got out.
"Where is she? Why is she here?"Rafe asked as he looked around the property. His mind raced with accusations that maybe she was cheating like he had before.
"She wanted to be. That was fucking scary, bro." Topper replied as he looked Rafe up and down. He was covered in dried blood from his nose down to the hem of his Polo.
"Well, I didn't pull a Wesson on everyone" Rafe muttered as he lit up a cigarette."
"You started the fight with that Maybank kid. You guys looked like one of you was gonna leave in a body bag, man."
Rafe shrugged. He had found the perfect place to assert his dominance over JJ Maybank, and he used it. Maybank looked at Gemma too much, talked to her too much. And Rafe didn't like that.
"Rafe." Her voice came from behind Topper. Rafe looked behind his friend and saw her there inn one of Topper's shirt. His blood boiled and his mind raced.
"It's not like that, Rafe. She needed something wear after the party that wasn't her dress. I ...I gave her some clothes. Nothing happened." Topper stuttered as he looked between the sleepy Gemma, and the rage filled Rafe.
"Yeah? Well, next time my girl asks you to take her home, don't take her back to your bed and get your into your fucking clothes." Rafe seethed before he brushed passed his friend to walk to Gemma.
"Baby, I'm so fucking sorry. Please, come back with me. I'm sorry about the fight with Maybank, and the coke. All of it. I don't want to be alone tonight." Rafe pleaded as he stood on the ground and looked up and the small woman on the porch.
He hated seeing her in Topper's clothes. It gave him heinous images of Topper and Gemma together that made him sick.
"You did a dumb thing, Rafe Cameron." She stated, her arms across her chest. She looked him up then down. Rafe felt like she looked right through him.
"I know. I fucked up. Baby, please just get in the Jeep." Rafe begged. He felt his high begin to dwindle. All he wanted was his bed, his girl and total darkness.
It had always been hard for Gemma Mercer to say "no" to Rafe Cameron. From the first beer he handed her a house party, to the first time he pulled her panties down her legs. Gemma had a difficult time using judgement with Rafe.
"Fine. You have serious making up to do, Cameron." She replied as she walked down the steps towards Rafe's still idling Jeep.
"Whatever my baby wants." Rafe muttered under his breath so Topper didn't hear as they walked by. Rafe got in the car and peeled out as fast as he pulled in , leaving Topper Thornton in a daze.
Back at Tannyhill Rafe silently pulled Topper's clothes off of Gemma, and made silent vow to burn them at the next Boneyard party. He nudged her bare backside towards his bed, speaking a soft "go" before he took of his bloody shirt and pants. He quietly moved to his en-suite bathroom to wash the blood from his face before he climbed into bed with her.
"You know that Maybank was just talking shit tonight. You're my girl. My only girl." Rafe muttered as he pulled her close.
"I know, Rafe." She whispered into his chest, an arm around his thick torso.
"Do you?" He asked firmly as he pulled back to look at her.
"Yeah, baby. I know I'm your girl, and JJ only said that to get under your skin. Which worked. If I wasn't your girl then why would I be your date to Midsummer?" She smiled as she rolled over to straddle his hips.
Rafe groaned as he held onto her bare hips. "Don't start something you can't finish."
"I always finish." She grinned as she placed her hands on his chest, her hips raised a little to never give him the satisfaction of her heat.
"Fucking right you do." Rafe growled as he dug the pads of his fingertips into her hips to pull her down to his lap completed. He sat up and covered her gasp with his mouth.
"Please." She whispered against his lips as he rocked her hips back and forth on top of him. Her hands weaved themselves into his now messy hair and pulled, desperate for his attention.
"I kinda like this." Rafe smirked as he held onto her hips, his eyes on her mouth as she chased his lips.
" Baby, please!" She whined out loud before Rafe slapped a hand over her mouth. He knocked the tiny brunette onto her back and laid between her legs.
"Desperate for me tonight, huh? Poor Topper. Missed out on the ride of his life with you." Rafe growled as he kept one hand over his lover's mouth and the other ran down her stomach to between her legs.
Gemma glared at him over his fingers, both for the Topper comment and for his fingers barely touching her. She wiggled her hips to get closer to either of his appendages, but Rafe pulled away.
"Be a good girl." Rafe growled in her ear as his middle finger found it's way inside of her. She gasped into his hand, and Rafe's stomach dropped. No drug was like her and the way she reacted to him.
Gemma flipped the switch on him as her her hands that gripped his biceps reached down to his manhood for the gentlest squeeze.
"Ah! Fuck you, Gemma." Rafe hissed as he thrust into her grip and released his hand from her mouth.
She gave him eyes that sparkled and he knew that she was nothing like the girl everyone else saw. She wasn't the good girl who served his parents margaritas after 18 holes of golf.
Rafe knew she was more than an ironed Polo and a nice smile. She was vodka straight from the bottle. A short red dress with no underwear on at a house party full of Kooks. She was driving too fast down The Cut with her head out of his sunroof, flashing passersby , before she climbed back in and let him have his way with her in back seat.
Gemma Mercer was Rafe Cameron's girl. And he would never let her, or anyone else forget it.
*Thank you for reading the first part of my Rafe Cameron fic. Please let me know what you think, like it, message me. What have you. I'm looking forward to chatting with you OBX cuties :) More to come if it is received well.
Well, this happened. Also because of @ims0golden @queenk00k and @stargazingstarkey @jjmbanks aka the iconic Rafe sluts. Uh theres some plot and then just pure filfth, please enjoy.
Warnings: SMUT, cussing, underage drinking, public sex, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), oral (male receiving), fingering, choking, degrading kink, hair pulling, creampie, uh prolly some spelling and grammar errors
the thing that really gets me about jj taking responsibility for sinking the boat is that he didnât just take the fall for pope so that he wouldnât get arrested, he took the fall so that he wouldnât get in trouble with his parents either AND so that nothing would come back on heyward at all. he told shoupe that he stole heywardâs boat. he said âif iâm going down, iâm bringing nobody with meâ and thats. a lot.Â
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