tags: established romantic relationship, hurt/comfort, wholesome fluff, supportive!reader, rafal "talking" to his dead family
rafal is someone plagued with grief, fearing he'll lose the ones he loves a second time. especially you are the person he could not bear to lose…
however, your skill of talking to the dead is something that often offers rafal comfort. he can speak to those who never thought he'd see again, through you!
rafal doesn't believe you at first, when you tell him about that power of yours. he thinks it's too good to be true! yet when you reveal words that his dead twin directed at him, he begins to believe you…
rafal often talks to both his original twin, as well as sombron, through you. he's still fond of his twin, while with sombron, he longs to talk to him, to get answers
of course, you're the one doing the actual talking, hence why you know about every conversation between them
often times, you comfort rafal after those conversations. they are never easy for him, even if he tries to act tough and doesn't want to admit it…
Warnings: 18+ smut (all directed towards reader), teasing, mentions of blood, violence, general stupidity of men, and use of magic
Summary: As a teacher at the School for Good and Evil and the Headmasters' trusted advisor, you have more than your fair share of the twins and their antics. However, when it's you they're vying for, you have to have the final say.
All writings belong to me @bakerstreethound (Do NOT copy, repost, claim, or translate my works to other sites. I only publish here and on A03 under the same username)
Word Count: 3.0k+
Disclosure: Also, as this is inspired by Kit Young’s version of Rafal/Rhian, I’m going to say Rafal/Rhian are 25 or present as 25 (Kit is 28 irl) while you the Reader are over 18. Yes, this is a consenting relationship inspired by the Netflix movie.
A/N: I've been hoarding and chipping away at this fic for over a year and I hope you enjoy it. It must be noted that Rafal and Rhian's interests are devoted to the reader and the reader alone. (don't make it weird they're brothers, mind you). I don't usually write for Rafal/Rhian often and only when inspiration strikes so I won't write any requests for them unless it's at my discretion.
Needless to say, I dedicate this fic to the wonderful @frostandflamesfanfic for the constant support and with whom I've shared countless teasers throughout the story's conception to completion.
Saturday mornings were one of your favorite days. You can sleep in, unbothered by the duties of the week since you have the day off unless you count the obligatory meetings you had with the headmasters of the school.
You groan when you roll out of bed, birds chirping on the horizon, the shadows yawning behind you as they creep out of bed before you and swirl around your ankles.
Yep, you are late. That can’t be good for you at all.
Heaving a sigh, you pull on your cloak, the rest of your outfit falling in tandem, a simple black shirt and pants, the incandescent purple coat swallowing your figure as you slip through the shadows undetected amongst the students in the foyer and main gathering areas of the school.
When the doors fly open, you’re met with the customary dramatic long table, two figures sitting at the head of each side, a varying assortment of platters stacked with many delicacies of the realm upon each. However, from the looks of it, none has been touched, not within the hour they’ve been glaring daggers at each other.
“What did I miss now?” You inquire, your cloak shifting on your shoulders. You pet it gently assuring it everything will be fine. You’ve handled your fair share of the twins for years, so why should this be any different?
Rafal licks his lower lip, painted blood red as he sips from a golden chalice, leaving no trace of a stain behind. Rhian, the good twin heaves a sigh, from the rise of his shoulders at the furthest end of the table as he pulls his glasses from his face before polishing the lenses.
Not one says a word.
You sigh deeply, finding your customary seat in the middle of the table, your plate full of your favorites, and kept to the appropriate temperature.
So they did wait, and bothered to keep my meal ready, how thoughtful, you find yourself thinking as you take a bite, the warmth flooding your stomach.
Did you mention how much you enjoyed Saturdays when you could get a meal like this? Sometimes being a teacher and advisor to the Headmasters did have the occasional perks.
It’s not a rare occurrence to find Rafal and Rhian dining together in such a manner with all the delicate delicacies front the realms gracing the table. You figure they did it to show off for you. The silence passes beside the light fluttering of Rhian’s paper as his eyes skim the pages, his spectacles perched low on the bridge of his nose.
Rafal glowers from the rim of his chalice as he drinks again, red liquid glazed along his lips. It’s a tempting look, and you find yourself wishing to lick up the excess.
You groan to yourself not wanting to make conversation, but instead, with the rift between them flickering the temperature of the room between an inferno and icebox, you quickly grab the wine before you, making way to Rafal’s end of the table then Rhian’s to fill their wine.
The glowering only intensifies from Rafal while Rhian pays him no mind, his back perfectly straight in his chair, the epitome of a prince. Rafal scowls harder, throwing up his feet on the table, drinking deeply from his glass once more. You swear he doesn’t taste it at all.
You huff in annoyance. “Okay, you two have been at this little game of yours long enough. What the hell is going on?”
Rafal’s feline glance bores holes into the back of your head as you turn your head in disgust, meeting Rhian’s sea-glass eyes, nonchalant and focused entirely on you as he pulls his chair away from the table and meets you halfway.
“You have been the topic of discussion, my dear.”
Rafal scoffs, “They’re anything but your dear, brother.”
“Will you stop acting so imprudent, Rafal?” Rhian’s glare cuts his brother like ice, but Rafal’s humorless smirk widens.
“Listen, I’m still here and otherwise, coherent and can hear what you two halfwits are saying,” you interject, to no avail.
“You have no better reasoning than I why they should like you!” Rafal spits, venom coating his words, launching for Rhian.
“You’re inherently evil, Rafal. It’s in your nature. As soon as you tire of them, keep them in their tower, lock them up like one of your trinkets, you’ll lose interest and move one. They’re human, I can provide a better life for them than you ever could.” The temperature drops as Rhian speaks, each word chilling you to the bone as he sizes up his brother who’s now nose to nose with him.
You’ve had far enough of their bickering. You are not an object to be kept. You are a person, for story's sake you’re the assistant to the Headmasters, you know decorum and uphold it and this is far from appropriate.
“Can you both please cut it out? What exactly is the issue here beyond the obvious Good v. Evil plotline that’s neverending? Are you afraid to be left alone? If that’s the case you have had each other for centuries, if that’s enough to go on. You could’ve supported each other instead of overthrowing each other and constantly at each other’s throats.” You feel both threads of their power boiling, just waiting to explode.
You give it about five minutes until they threaten to burn the tower to the ground….again. You sigh heavily, your cloak beginning to flutter around you in warning, and you dodge a ball of blue magic that flashes across the room.
“ I don’t want to be alone! Centuries upon centuries all I have had is my brother to keep me company then you burst in here in our lives and all we do is bicker over you now!” Rafal’s voice bellows.
Red flame sears across your vision, counteracted by one of blue. You’d be mesmerized by the prowess exhibited before you if you weren’t the cause of the dispute.
“That’s how you’ve felt, all these years Rafal?” You bite your tongue casting your glance at the other brother, his blue flame at the ready again.
“Rhian? If you both took one good look in the mirror you would’ve seen how lonely I’ve been, because nothing and no one on this cursed earth come close to either of you. It breaks my heart. Don’t make, don’t make me choose.” Your voice cracked, choking back your tears, baffled at the audacity the brothers had fighting over you of all people.
Your heart ached at the rift that happened between them because of you, but you couldn’t choose between them, two complete halves of your heart belonged to them.
You’d rather remove yourself from the situation than be the cause of war between them. That doesn’t deter one of them from voicing their concerns or fighting over you.
You can still smell the fiery rage of Rafal’s magic burning through the air before his brother speaks up, a soothing balm washing over pent-up rage.
“Rafal perhaps we should…” Rhian stood retracting his flame and pulled back his glasses that had slid a good inch down his nose.
Rafal snarled, his brooding form still poised, powerful, and exuding confidence, the vicious raise of his brow silencing his brother. “What should we do, brother? Leave them out in the dust? squabble? That’s ALL WE’VE EVER DONE!”
The red flame now flickered through the sword in his hand, making him look vicious and all the more deadly.
You swallow keeping yourself poised, and graceful as you walk closer to them. They drift closer to you in response, Rafal’s flame dissipating when you glare at him and Rhian. Between their searing gazes, you feel the heat rising to your cheeks but quickly force it down, trying to ignore the thunderous roaring of your heart.
“I’ve had enough of this. I don’t think both of you heard exactly what I said, nor do you care!”
You cross your arms, your hardened gaze flickering over them, in response to their hardening stares. “Come here,” you gesture for them to come closer, but neither move, watching each other with such intensity you’re surprised no hole has been burnt through the floor.
“Did neither of you hear what I said? Come. Here. Now.”
A snicker sounded from the right, where Rhian stood barely an arm's length away from you. And how you ache to run your fingers along the fine linings of his coat.
The same could be said for Rafals, the many fantasies you’d had about wearing their coats rushed to you tenfold but you shook your head, regaining your focus.
“You’re not in a position to be making demands,” Rafal snarled. Yet he stepped closer, mesmerized undoubtedly by your ability to shut Rhian up for once in his life, the goody two-shoed brother he dealt with for centuries upon end.
Rhian rolled his eyes no doubt amused by Rafal’s childish and ambitious antics but he had to agree, you weren’t the boss of him or his brother. “Annoying as he is Rafal makes a valid-”
You crash into Rhian’s lips silencing his protests despite Rafal’s scowl and when you break away from his lips, you feel your heart stuttering at the feral look crossing Rafal’s lips before he plows Rhian out of the way and pushing you against the wall, attacking your neck with a vengeance.
“Oh, no you don’t Rafal, they’re mine too!” Rhian gasped in protest reaching out for you, his hair now delightfully unkempt, making it all the more alluring and daresay - sexy.
Rafal scoffs, barely pulling away from your neck. “Unlucky for you, brother,” his mocking tone was coated in malice, sending a shiver down your spine, “I’m not one for sharing.”
“Well I don’t mind if you both share as long as you play nice…what am I to do with such handsome men vying for my affection,” you sighed leaning into Rafal, tugging the lapels of his glorious crimson coat. “Took you guys long enough to snap…”
Rhian nods in agreement, stepping closer to where Rafal has you pinned against him. “We both deserve our happy endings, after all. Rafal, please.”
Rafal’s lips find your neck, his form slipping behind you, nipping your neck slightly, causing you to arch back, your left hand reaching back to caress his jaw as Rhian’s lips press against yours, one hand resting on your waist keeping you firmly planted against him and his brother.
You wrap your arm around Rhian, wanting -needing him closer to you. Rafal smirked to himself, adoring the way you caressed his jaw. He took your hand, laying gentle kisses on it, kissing further up your left arm and to your neck, groaning softly to himself.
“You are lovely,” he says, his breath hot against your ear. Rhian murmurs in agreement too caught up in the feeling of your fingers ruffling his hair again, the closeness of you, how he’s dreamt of this moment for so long thinking you wouldn’t return his affections in kind.
The gentle kisses Rhian presses to your lips are intoxicating in a different way than Rafals. Gentle, soft, sweet, deliberate, calm, and light as an autumn breeze.
And how you crave them all the more, pressing into him gripping him tighter. You knew he was holding back, unwilling to break free of his composure so you nip his lip in retaliation.
Rafal groaned behind you in protest, pulling you closer to him, still not resisting the push-pull. You whimpered softly as Rafal sucked marks to your neck, dragging his tongue along them before finding the spot that made you weak in the knees you almost collapse between them.
“Brother…” Rhian quips, “Be careful.” He cast the look of disproval you found unfairly attractive.
“Shut up, Rhian.”
“Boys boys please,” you pressed one last fleeting kiss to Rhian’s lips, melting at the look in his eyes. Rafal’s eyes are the color of blood and Rhian's are the depths of the ocean. Two sides of the same coin perfectly balanced in every way and you have them both at your beck and call.
You’re delirious already high on their ministrations as Rhian guides you and his brother to the bedroom. Rafal trails next to you, his grip around your waist a comforting weight but when your back slams into the wall, Rafal’s crimson lips devouring your own you can’t help but moan in desperation, your hands grasping the lapels of his coat, your brain screaming for more. Your leg wraps around his waist, trapping you to him more.
“Just like that love,” his breath comes out labored, his hair a mess already ruined and you admire the state of disarray you’ve caused.
Rhian meanwhile, can’t take his eyes off of you, biting back a groan at the sight of you enveloped in his brother’s crimson coat. He won’t admit it but the sight causes an odd twinge of jealousy to arise, for he wants you desperately as well.
“Brother you can’t keep them all to yourself…” he said, but his words were quickly lost in the commotion of Rafal’s desperate kissing, and your soft whimpers following in the wake of them.
He continues watching, his own desire getting the best of him as Rafal’s grip on you tightens impossibly more, his kisses hot and heavy against you. And yet you pulled Rafal closer taking everything he gives.
It’s all you’ve wanted and more if for a fleeting moment, this and the intoxicating way he makes you feel oh how it makes your body light up with need, to feel them, both of them all-consuming bringing you to ruination.
Without another word, with some force prompted by Rhian, you’re sure of it, you find yourself sprawled out on the large bed, groaning in relief at its plushness, the pillows and sheets cocooning you just right.
Still, it doesn’t deter them in their quest, delighting in the gasping whimpers leaving your lips as they grasped you tighter, their fingers digging into all the right places of your skin, sending delicious heat pooling to your core.
Rhian’s lips are mere inches from yours once more, the distance feeling longer and more forlorn by the moment. He leans down, teasing your lips, and you find yourself whispering, “No. Surely you can do better, dear ones.”
His hold on your waist tightens, his gaze snapping to Rafal beside you whose lips curl in wolfish delight. "We can do better than that can't we?"
“I won’t pass up a challenge,” Rafal’s voice drops, shivers cascading down your back in anticipation. You wanted, no, crave more of what they provide, all-consuming power and here you have them bending to your will, right at your fingertips practically weak in the knees.
And, it was all because of you.
For you.
“We’ll do more than ravish you, my love.” They say in sync and you don’t fight the shudder that quakes through you. Years of desire and adoration coat the string of words and you respond to them in kind by kissing each of them, melting into them, tugging at their clothing, wanting to feel them.
The years have made you curious after all.
Rhian undresses out of his robe, leaving him in a white undershirt showcasing the wondrous planes of his body. You drink him in slowly, your mind believing it’s conjured up some sort of spell, and yet it’s all too real. Much too real, yet it’s all you could ever want.
He pulls back the covers of the bed revealing silken blue sheets. Rafal scoffs in annoyance but leaves you with another lingering kiss full of promise and he wraps you in his red coat making you feel powerful. Rhian can’t help but groan at the sight.
In a flash, your clothing is removed, falling to the floor in a crumpled pile on the floor, leaving you encased in a billowing emerald coat.
Slowly, oh so slowly they fall to their knees as you sit on the edge of the bed, your legs dangling to tease them as they kiss up your your body, trailing circles along your skin, imprinting the feel in their memory before wrapping around you from either side to encase you in a protective cocoon.
Rhian’s lips find your own as Rafal marks his way down your neck, leaving no place unadorned, sucking and marking up your collarbone. You whispered soft praises, baffled that they’ve wanted this as much as you have.
They continue in their conquests kissing and caressing your body like you’re the only thing in the universe - their universe - and you respond in kind as you switch between kissing them, showering them with praises as you’re entangled between them, holding onto them for dear life cursing and begging as they made you come undone for them.
Please, don’t stop.
Just like that.
I need more of you.
If this were what came of the years of yearning, wanting, waiting, and desperation, you would do it again in a heartbeat. They wouldn’t soon forget it either, how you squirmed against them, clinging to them for dear life as their fingers worked you into oblivion, sending wave after wave of pleasure coursing through your veins.
No one, or anything would make you feel the same, for you were bound to them forevermore.
“You’re ours,” They whisper in sync, the brothers of good and evil, and here you were in their midst claimed by them heart and soul never to be parted forevermore.
You kiss them gently, cupping first Rhian’s face, nipping his lip before sinking into the soft waves of his eyes, the calmest ocean made wild by your whims. Rafal’s kiss is like lightning, sending shock wave after shockwave along your body, his eyes twin flames searing into your soul, sealing your lifetimes of devotion.
For they promised their everlasting souls to you, binding you with them never to part from you again. For you would be with them throughout eternity, basking amongst the planes of eternal bliss.
Quick question out of all the royals including our dragon sibs who would be the best yandere and the worst yandere to be stuck with? Also bonus if you are interested which yandere user and canon embelm pairing (ie. Roy and Diamant) would be the worst or best to be stuck with?
-Thank you for reading my ask, I am very excited to finally find a writer that writes yandere fire emble characters. (Sorry if this is two ask in one, if you’re busy only the first question)
Heya, sorry for the wait! ( I say as if I don´t have other asks that surely must be collecting dust by now in my inbox)
I´ve decided to only do the first part of your asks because I went on a pretty deep dive about yandere emblems not too long ago. Hope you don´t mind ^^
gn reader
0,6k words
tw yandere, obsession, possessiveness, mentions of violence, mentions of breaking limbs
Who are the best and worst yandere royals to be stuck with?
I think a lot of this might vary, depending on how well you would be able to handle these personalities, but my gut instinct is that Alfred or Timerra would probably be the best yanderes to be stuck with.
Alfred is a big sweetheart and I feel like as a yandere, he would mostly be clingy and very very affectionate with you. I don´t think he would ever hurt his darling, both physically or psychologically, the mere thought of it saddens him so much! He´s very much protective of you but I feel like his friendly personality would prevent him from truly cutting people out of your life. He can´t bear to see you sad!
Also, we know that Alfred is pretty gullible and just not the brightest man in general, so if you would choose to do so, you could probably manipulate him pretty well. He´s like a little puppy, getting so excited whenever you ask anything of him, just because he longs to please you. You will never want for anything.
As for Timerra, from what I´ve seen, she also seems to be pretty laid-back and cheerful. Sure, she does have her more serious moments but she´s no schemer like her brother is. I mainly see her as fiercely protective of her darling but she too would never inflict any violence on you. She also isn´t very scary as a yandere, she just wants to have a good time with her lovely darling. She loves dancing and singing with you and she loves seeing you laugh as well!
She doesn´t strike me as the type to try and lock you up somewhere, rather, she would much prefer having you tag along when she leaves the castle, it lets her keep her eyes on you and make sure that you´re safe.
Now as for the worst yandere to be stuck with... I didn´t really need to think about this for long because if we´re adding in the dragon siblings as well...
Rafal is the clear choice for me out of all of them. Even if we´re talking about his canon non-yandere self, he´s pretty prickly and aggressive, he makes no efforts to try and get along with other people. He´s also had a pretty traumatizing childhood and had to suffer for so long. He really does carry so much pain inside of him so for him to get attached to someone and grow possessive over them.... Yeah, darling is not going to have a very good time.
Rafal definitely strikes me as the scarily possessive type. He´s so quick to anger and frustration if he sees you spending time with someone he deems a little too close to you. Different from the other two I have talked about, Rafal definitely wouldn´t hesitate to get violent if it means having you stay with him. I don´t think he´s above hurting you either if he feels like he really needs to. Breaking an arm or a leg is fair game, as is bruising and marking your neck with his not-at-all-gentle bites when his draconic nature comes through. Because let´s not forget about that.
Rafal is a fell dragon and dragons are known to be very possessive over their precious treasure. Whether he wants to admit it or not (because I can very much see him trying to deny his feelings at first), he cares a great deal about you and he´ll be damned if he´ll let the last good thing aside from Nel leave him. No, Rafal is willing to do anything to have you all for himself.
And you know what the worst thing about this is? He can´t even be bothered to be particularly nice to you. He´s obsessed with you and yet he still acts like your mere presence annoys him. The audacity.
Mirror, Mirror, On The Wall : a Rafal Mistral x f!reader blurb
Summary: Rafal’s lover is a little short, but not on love.
A/N: I know I’m supposed to be writing other stuff, but this one got its claws in!
Rafal entered the bathroom quietly to see you standing on tiptoes to see into the mirror over the porcelain sink. He smiled and raised his left forefinger slightly. It glowed red and the mirror scraped an inch higher up the wall. You spun to see him and frowned. He grinned.
“A bit short, love?”
You folded your arms over your chest.
“Not fair!”
Rafal shrugged.
“Who said I was fair? Should I keep making it go higher?”
“No, Rafal!”
You lifted your right hand into the air, index finger glowing a blinding gold. Rafal glanced at it and arched his eyebrows.
“You want to fight, darling girl?” he murmured, almost a purr.
You eyed him narrowly, well aware of his strength, and carefully cocked one shoulder in a shrug.
“Maybe” you retorted. “What if I do?”
He slammed into you, knocking you back against the sink. He had you pinned with his hips as he grappled with your hand, trying to avoid your glow touch; he knew exactly what you could do, even though you were still not a match for him. The very tip of your finger brushed the top of his knuckle and he hissed, refusing to let go. He risked a glance at his hand and saw the bright gold scorch mark burned onto his skin.
“Point” he muttered, and you grinned fiercely.
He cursed his leaping heart, the tattoo it branded on the inside of his ribs. Cursed the love he had for you even as he doused his finger glow and cupped your face with both hands, tilting your head back and ghosting his mouth over yours. Your gold fingertip sputtered and flickered out like a dying candle as his kiss became more insistent and you found yourself fighting with the coat he wore, wrestling it off his shoulders and down past his wrists, onto the tile floor.
As soon it was gone, Rafal boosted you onto the counter, ignoring your nightshirt as he tore it up to your hips and tossed the rag it became onto the floor. Knuckles whitening as you gripped the buttons on his shirt and started frantically loosening each one, you looked up at him, lashes dark and eyes wide. His wide pupils were rimmed with red.
“Do you love me, Rafal?” you asked, knowing his answer before he spoke it.
“As much as I could ever love at all.”
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!Major Spoilers for the Fire Emblem Engage dlc! Rafal Fluff Headcanons
Request: Hello, I was wondering if I could request some fluff headcanons of Rafal x reader from fire emblem engage. Thank you! And I hope you Have a great day!
Of course! Thank you so much for requesting, I FINALLY got around to playing the DLC and oh my gosh do I have a lot to say about this boy! I love him, and there is so much potential for this alternate universe thing! Be expecting a lot more about this is the future haha
Anyways on to the headcanons!
Cw: Spoilers for the fire emblem engage dlc
Word Count (Approx): 560
Rafal would not be good at expressing his feelings to you, after all of the things he did he doesn’t believe he is deserving of you, let alone love.
So expect to be confused with many mysterious gifts at first. Be it a bouquet of your favorite flowers, a replacement necklace for the one you lost, or even handwritten notes.
Of course after you received the note you were able to decipher who it was giving you all these things. You press him on the matter of these secret gifts. In which he would express his interest in you and you would express your interest in him as well, and the rest is history.
He often takes you out for sweet treats, and you’d tease him every time about how its just a guise for himself to be able to eat sugar. He would respond that he needs no “guise” and that he does as he pleases. He just happens to appreciate sweets more in your company.
One time you caught him reading a book underneath a large tree in the somniel. In an attempt to get closer to him by understanding his interests you decided you would secretly read the same book and surprise him by talking to him all about it someday.
However, the title was most misleading, and a book you thought was gonna be about some fantastical fairytale turned out to be the most gut wrenching, disturbing, and gorey book you’d ever read. You had trouble sleeping for a bit after that, and Rafal got a bit concerned. He pestered you until you fessed up about what happened, to which he laughed at your mistakes. Laughed
You were very upset about the whole ordeal, and he had to console you by holding you close as you rambled about the horrors you uncovered in that story. But I guess you helped indulge in his interests anyways, as things you found really creepy about the book he never noticed how unsettling they were. He actually enjoyed hearing your thoughts on the book and helped you pick apart the narrative so it wasn’t as scary anymore, and actually got you invested in the plot line.
You ended up reading a lot more books with Rafal after you had that chat, and sort of had a make shift book club where you’d both just talk about your different experiences reading the material. It brought you a lot closer in the end after all :)
Breakfast was his favorite meal of the day, because what better start to the day could there be than eating sweets. So he always wakes up before you do. It’s nice to be greeted with breakfast in bed though, and you’ve come to cherish your little morning routine with Rafal.
You’re the best thing that could’ve ever happened to him, and even though he thinks he doesn’t deserve you, you know that he will fight till the end of the earth to protect you.
rafal gets the most affectionate whenever he's tired! perhaps it's because he always tries to put up a front and only when he's too exhausted to keep up the act does his true side show
he's always quiet when he wants to cuddle, simply grabbing you by the waist and pulling you in for a hug from behind or pulling you onto his lap
he likes to bury his face in the crook of your neck or anywhere where you won't see his expression. he's a bit flustered by physical affection and would rather not show it
only when he gets to hold you in his arms does rafal fully get to relax. it's like he gets to recharge and all the stress and exhaustion just gets washed away when he's with you
it's not unusual for him to fall asleep while cuddling! but when he does, his grip around you only seems to tighten and you're trapped in his arms, until he wakes up again
should you try to wake him, he'll mumble and complain quietly, as well as letting some sweet pet names for you slip, while he's too tired to realize what he's saying
“just five more minutes, baby. please, i wanna have you for myself for a little longer, sweetheart…”
A blurb inspired by Kit Young’s character Rafal in Netflix’s The School for Good and Evil, not the books.
All writings belong to me @bakerstreethound (Do NOT claim, copy, repost, or translate my work to other sites. I only post here and on A03)
Disclosure: Also again, as this is inspired by Kit Young’s version of Rafal, I’m going to say Rafal is 25 or presents as 25 (Kit is 27 irl) while you the Reader are over 18. Yes, this is a consenting relationship inspired by the Netflix movie.
Lastly, I present this to the lovely @frostandflamesfanfic who got me hooked on to Kit Young and the characters he portrays. Safe to say I died a few times watching this movie along him as Jesper in the Shadow and Bone series that is also on Netflix.
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“Join me” His voice echoes beacons to you, drawing you from your slumber.
A shiver travels down your spine at the thrill of it all and in an instant, you feel the darkness surrounding you, caressing you and you are greeted not with the sight of your bedroom, but of him.
Him
Oh, how alluring, powerful, seductive he looks standing there in the middle of the tower, his long coat draped over him, collar upturned, his gaze boring into your own, the faintest twitch of a smirk crossing his lips.
“My love…” The breath catches in his throat, his gaze falling over your form and you find yourself crossing your arms almost embarrassed even to be in front of him in your night clothes.
You take a step closer to him, swallowing your nerves, “Rafal…you called?”
“No need to be embarrassed, my queen,” he closes the distance between you, not giving you a chance to respond before his thumb trails over your bottom lip, his unfathomable gaze sweeping over you as his other hand caresses your face oh so gently.
Such a man of power and beauty before you and yet here he was holding you like the greatest treasure. You were in a way, though he wouldn’t dare admit it out loud, not even to himself deep down.
Your body responds to him in kind, leaning into his touches, and all the caresses he bestows. His towering frame is comforting, his whole being surrounding you, protecting you. When his lips brush against yours, goosebumps scatter along your arms, and a smirk tugs at the corner of his lips.
His orbs glint red in the moonlight, hungrily searching your face memorizing you, his queen, the only truly evil one for him, you are his only weakness, the one tugging at the threads of his shriveled eons-old black heart.
When your lips touch his once more, you feel the pounding of your foolish heart increase in your chest, your skin flooding with warmth. You might as well be begging on your knees in front of him asking to be touched.
A cold metallic taste falls along your tongue when you pull away, gasping and panting, his eyes a beautiful haunting red. They always are when he looks at you.
“What is it, my love? You can’t wait for me to kiss you, make you mine again, is that right? Do you want the entire school to see us together as one, the harbingers of chaos?” He growls deep in your ear, your heart skyrocketing further, the insatiable metallic taste on your tongue growing stronger.
“Yes Rafal, I want you, always, my dearest prince. My true Evil love.” You groan nipping his lip harder, savoring the taste of him on your tongue. You tug the lapels of his glorious crimson coat drawing him to you closer, wanting to feel him and be seduced by his darkness once more.
For you have been too long without him.
His hand around your waist tightens as he sets you fully up on the table, pressing up against you more earning a gasp from you and you bite his lip harder.
The sinful moan that falls from his beautiful lips is the perfect hell, dripping in ecstasy. Oh, how you want more, want to plead to the deepest darkest pits of darkness for more, for only he made you like this.
Made you his and his alone.
“I’ll always protect you, remember? My beautiful enchantress. So powerful and mine,” he gasps, lips latching onto your neck and peppering more along your jaw.
He teases you further and further, lips and touches so near and yet so far away, twin planets powerful, circling each other in orbit. You can’t help but squirm, his hand on your waist not loosening up in the slightest, pinning you harder to the table.
“Easy, love I’m here…”
“Yes Rafal, and you’re mine,” you practically purr, meeting his desperation with a heated kiss of your own, the perfect balance of evil upon evil unmatched, untamable, unstoppable.
Pure chaos.
In a whirlwind you have him pinned to his bed hidden beyond the expanses of his tower and you love it the way he looks up at you, eyes glowing in the pitch-black darkness, the only light the faint glimmering of the moon from the poor excuse of a window on the opposite wall.
“You’re stunning, love.”
A low growl falls from you when you pin him harder, pinning his wrists above his head a fraction. An evil glint crosses his eyes and in an instant, you’re pinned under him, your shirt absent due to his skillful hands, his lips trailing kisses along your collarbone and chest. You groan, gripping the sheets for dear life, your skin red hot and burning from the outside in.
“Hmm yes, that’s right. So far from good,” he all but purrs, drawing a whimpering moan from you.
A shudder also follows in the wake of his words, your fists gripping the sheets harder you’re sure your knuckles are white both from his lips and praises, struggling to maintain your resolve.
Even then you try not to squirm when he tugs off the rest of your clothing leaving you bare and completely exposed to him and his beautiful chaos. His lips trailing along your chest send dangerous hellfire coursing through your being and all you want is for him to quench it, to claim you and make you his once more for eternity.
“Rafal…my prince…please…”
That’s all it takes those words falling from you in sonorous beautiful darkness, incandescent. He obliges then, taking you to the sweet bitter darkness beyond.
The metallic taste never leaves your lips, making you hunger for more, more, more of him, your Prince of Evil.
For you are his forever more beyond time and eternity never after.
