Don't Choose
Relationship: Rafal x afab!reader x Rhian
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.