0ִֶָ0🪽་༘࿐ the angel chronicles
an :; i haven’t wrote anything in i don’t know how long, but i write when i feel like it so here’s this! i found this plot in the deeps of my phone so might just drop a few episodes then dip again lol
synopsis :; a (possible) series where rafe pushes the boundaries of a family friend, reader, when he realizes there’s something more twisted underneath ms. lipgloss & sprinkles.
warning :; love triangle (but not really), more of a rescue, some dark themes
same bright smile, same too-loud laugh, floating around the cameron house like you didn't notice the rot underneath. always hugging rose, giggles shared with wheezie that traveled through the vents, winning over ward like it was easy.
angel, sarah called her. sarah hated when rafe looked too long. hated when he lingered near. like she already seen what he'd do to something that untouched - didn't matter though. because she wasn't his type, too 'please and thank you', and too 'mr. and mrs cameron'.
that didn't stop him from watching though. from the balcony when she swam, from the stairs she walked past, from the corners of tanneyhill, in every room she lit up as if this place didn't extinguish things like that.
and maybe sarah was right, but since when was rafe ever good at listening?
hair blowouts. pigtails and high ponytails. locket necklaces. bubblegum pink nails. big lashes. love bites. blush. mini skirts. the sound of heels clicking on floors. church girl
danny scratches her “i want to be babied.” itch just enough, its not pure tenderness— it’s control disgused as care, a leash hidden inside his petting hand. she wont admit it but rafe scratches better.
has been in the church for as long as she can remember, god forbid she misses a bible study or sunday church— she thinks she’s committing blasphemy
very girly, like unapologetically, daddy promises her that her hair, and nails will always be done no matter the financial situation they’re in
she’s not just sugar; she’s jagged candy glass at times
daddy’s girl to the fucking max, maybe because he’s a single father and angel never had the chance to experience a mom— but he never let it affect her femininity
she bends herself into shapes for anyone she deems “worth it.” worth = whoever makes her feel loved, even temporarily.
being with danny recks her moral conpass, but she prays to god to make him a better man
the kinda girl who was popular in school for being so kind and sweet, when really it was mostly because she always put people before herself cough, cough, people pleaser
takes whatever scraps of attention danny gives her because scraps still feels like affection.
rolled-up bills. “tall, blonde, and evil” blank stares. pressed suits. the scratch of starched collars. beware of the dog. coke dust. half-loosened tie. daring laughter
he picks at the edges of self-destruction like a scab he doesn’t want to heal. the performance never ends, even when no one’s watching.
unlike danny who mocks angel’s faith, he envies it instead. because he knows he can’t touch that part of her without staining it.
once he gets a glimpse of angel’s jagged side, he can’t stop clawing at it— wondering who has her like that, all jumpy and frowned-faced
when he does remembers to eat, it’s messy and rushed—standing over the counter, shoving food in like he’s in a hurry to get back to whatever chaos comes next. other days, coke kills his appetite entirely, and dinner with rose or ward sits untouched on the plate.
for him, violence isn’t— and won’t ever be last a resort. he lashes out because it fills the silence, because fists say what he can’t. he doesn’t find a reason, he finds excuses
where with danny— he hides angel, but with rafe, angel hides him. out of fear of danny but he indulges it anyways because he believes patience will win her over.
despises ward’s control but copies it without thinking. he hates the cameron name but uses it to get what he wants. his whole existence is contradiction: despising the pedestal while never actually stepping off it.
rafe isnt a patient person, but when it comes to her? he oddly finds himself waiting— it’s obsession turned restraint.
barry’s coke is purer, harsher, it burns in the throat different. rafe knows it, and still he keeps going back—because Barry never says no, never judges, never tells him to stop.
calloused palms. aviator sunglasses to hide his sharp stare. cigarette smoke. beat up jeans. cheap beer. cracked leather. wet earth after rain. bottle caps. sun-scorched skin. crooked grins
he’s such a sweet talker, it’s how he even got angel in the first place: told her he “liked her girly-girl ways.” when others teased her for it.
well known around the cut, in that “call danny up way.” he’s the guy that people know from a guy, from a another guy. he’s loud, easy-going, the dude you call when your sink is busted or when you need an extra pair of hands on a fishing boat
tells angel to keep it quiet, make it “their little thing.” and she saw it as something special, not shameful when that’s all it was.
he burns bridges but always finds his way back. shows up at a party after a fight like nothing happened, grin wide enough to smooth over the memory. people forgive him because he’s fun, because he’s danny.
not from money; grew up rough,scrappy, hustling jobs and uses his charming reputation instead of inheritance
gets angel dependent, all to himself. then resents it when shes clingy. does it by faux-babying her: gives her his jacket but rolls his eyes while doing it. it isn’t because he wants to— but because he gets off on her needing him.
his anger isn’t loud. it’s quiet, questioning in a tone that makes it sounds like he already knows, and never open-hand violent. would never lay a hand on angel, in the context of hitting or slapping… but doesnt mean his touch doesn’t scatter bruises from when he grips too hard
borderline bullies angel about her religon, slanders it casually and teases when she cries about sin, “what would your god think about how you get in my bed?”
doesn’t love angel, and acts like its a foreign concept to him— but his control shows it exists in his own twisted ways