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bakerstreethound · 2 years

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Evil’s Undying Kiss

Relationship: Rafal x fem!reader

Warnings: Implied smut & making out

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.

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#Rafal Mistral #rafal kit young #the school for good and evil netflix #netflix the school for good and evil #rafal x reader #rafal mistral x reader #kit young #the school for good and evil #sge

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retold-tales · 1 year

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Even Villains Should Get A Happy Ending

Imagine Rafal falling for you a princess and you the same but everyone is against it but he doesn't care and makes you his queen

#fanfic #disney #disney imagine #disney movies #disney x reader #school for good and evil x reader #school for good and evil imagine #school for good and evil #rafal #school for good and evil rafal #rafal x reader #rafal imagine

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yandere-daze · 3 months

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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.

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stray-kaz · 11 months

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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.”

No pressure tags: @bakerstreethound @happyant3 @nikfigueiredo @vllowe @desidarling123 @elizabeth-karenina

#rafal #rafal x reader #rafal mistral x reader #rafal mistral x female reader #liss writes #the school for good and evil fanfiction #the school for good and evil x reader

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frickingnerd · 10 months

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when you were still him

pairing: rafal / nil x gn!reader

summary: you find out that your boyfriend isn't who he says he is...

if someone had told you a year ago that nil would break up with you, you wouldn't have believed them. not your nil. he was the sweetest and most caring man you had ever met. he loved you like no one else did. and he looked at you as if you were his whole world! you had been wrong about people before, but you were so sure that he was the one!

and yet, it seemed like you didn't know him at all. your nil had just been an act. the real nil had been dead for many years now and instead the man by your side was called rafal. it was a shock to everyone, but especially to you. suddenly, your whole world fell apart when the one you had believed to be your soulmate betrayed his friends and revealed he had never cared about you in the first place. you were just there to keep up an image.

yet despite everything rafal had said, you didn't believe him. of course, you didn't want to! you didn't want to believe the man you loved was capable of being so cruel! but it wasn't just because you couldn't accept the truth. a part of you wondered if you were really a necessary step in his plan. people already trusted nil, there was no reason to fake a relationship to gain more trust. despite everything that happened, you believed that you weren't just a part of the plan. you couldn't believe it. not when rafal still looked at you the way he did when he was still nil...

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h0ney-gl0ws · 1 year

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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 x reader #fe engage #fe rafal #fell xenologue #request #headcanon #fluff #spoilers #h0ney gl0ws works!#fire emblem x reader

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cissyenthusiast010155 · 1 month

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I'll keep an eye on it 👀

You said I can request for a platonic Lady Lesso x reader right? Hmmmm ... wait let me think of a request. Ooo also it doesn't have to be soft!Lesso cause I'd rather see that she's not ooc too much.

So ... umumum maybe one with Rafal where the Rafal is after the reader and makes the reader break rulessss and disobey and stuff and she keeps testing Lady Lesso and then Lesso founds out about the Rafal situation.

I hope it's not much and I hope you like the request 😁 And take your time with it ofc ofc. 🤎

Stay Away From Him ~Platonic!Lady Lesso xFem Student!Reader

Summary— Read Request.

Mommy… Master List

Requests & Prompt-List

Warnings: angst, implied future crying, implied manipulation, implied darkness, implied exploitation, what ending?, etc.

Enjoy (;

“What did you just say…?”

It went silent, all the screaming between you two having ceased. Your eyes went wide at your slip up.

She knew.

She knew this behavior. Your outbursts, your rage, it was all fueled by something darker, something too close to home for the redhead. You were being manipulated into his bidding. He had his slimy hands all over you. The thought made her sick.

“What name did you just say…?” Lesso said under her breath, voice low and wary.

You looked away, fidgeting with the ends of your tattered dress (if it could even be considered a dress, more like rags). You bit your lip and tried to hold back the impending tears.

“R-Rafal…” you whispered, screwing your eyes shut tight and bracing for the dean’s reaction with a flinch.

Lesso’s back straightened and the hairs on the back of her neck stood up at your utterance. It was what she had feared. He had sunken his claws into another innocent girl. The redhead’s perspective shifted, this wasn’t you, this was Rafal acting through you. When the redhead gave no immediate response, you unflinched and opened your eyes to the dean.

“You are excused. But you are not to ever talk to him again. I will be watching you.” Lesso breathed out with gritted teeth.

Now, she had a headache. Not on it did she have to keep an eye on you, but she also had to deal with Rafal being back.

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Lady Lesso Masterlist

#lady Lesso #plutonic #plutonic!lesso #plutonic!lady Lesso #lady lesso x reader #lady lesso x you #lady Lesso x y/n #leonora lesso #lady leanora Lesso #professor Lesso #Charlize Theron #plutonic!reader #the school for good and evil #school for good and evil #tsfgae #cissyenthusiast010155 answers #Rafal #rafal tsfgae

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thatesqcrush · 8 months

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12 Steps to Love: Step 7 - Ask a Higher Power to Remove Your Shortcomings

Rafael Barba x Reader. CW: NSFW for smut, obscene language, addiction talk (alcoholism), minor physical altercation, and that bitch (IYKYK).

AN: HBD to me! So I am giving y'all a present instead. That present, is smut (under the cut).

The next morning you woke up to an empty bed. You scanned the room, the entire apartment quiet. You wrapped the bed sheet around you as you explored the apartment. “Rafael?” you called out to no response. Your hand trailed along the wall as you headed into the kitchen. There was a note on the counter from Rafael stating he went to pick up breakfast and his suits from the cleaners. You smiled to yourself, feeling perfectly content.

After your shower, you decided to rifle through Rafael’s cabinet and sure enough you found a new unused toothbrush. You brushed your teeth as you then looked through his drawers to find something to wear. You crouched to the bottom drawer and to your surprise, you found a pair of jeans that you must have left behind. You grabbed one of Rafael’s many (albeit faded) Harvard t-shirts and brought it to your face, inhaling the scent deeply. You were in the middle of putting it over your head when there was banging at the door. You furrowed your brow and made your way over. Your hair left a trail of water droplets as your feet padded along the floor.

The banging continued and you huffed to yourself. “I’m coming, hold your horses!” You undid the lock and the chain on the door before swinging the door wide open.

You let out a gasp. It was Yelina.

Yelina scoffed with an eye roll as she took in the sight of you. You took the sight of her in - she was dressed casually, no makeup. You could see the redness in her eyes and the dark under eye bags and you quickly deduced she had been crying.

You awkwardly turned towards the apartment. “Look, um, Rafi’s not here…” your voice trailed.

“It didn’t occur to me on my way over that you’d be here, but of course you’re here,” Yelina spat. Her voice is bitter, dripping with disdain. Her eyes narrowed. “Are those my jeans?”

You opened your mouth to speak but nothing came out. It didn’t occur to you that they would have been anyone else’s but yours.

Yelina held up a hand. “Don’t answer that. Keep them. I wouldn’t want them back. Not after you stretched them out anyway.”

You were still too stunned to speak.

“What Rafi and I had… I finally got a second chance with him,” Yelina continued, pushing past you and making her way into the apartment. You look around awkwardly and then decide to use the small ceramic bust of José Martí that Rafael had to keep the door propped open.

“I wondered what I did wrong to deserve this. Then I realized the only ones to blame are you two.”

You took a deep breath and prayed like hell, your voice wasn’t going to shake. “You know, Rafi told me all about you. And that when he was with you, he imagined it was me who was with him. Look, I get why you’re being such a bitch. You obviously love him and you think you’re gonna get him back. But the thing is, he outgrew you.”

“Bullshit. After he dumped your sorry ass, he came to me. I can’t pretend that I am over him, cuz I am not,” Yelina replied, her voice dripping with acerbity. “You think you’ve got him all figured out. Well, let me tell you something—“

You crossed your arms and jutted your chin. “I’ll worry about that the next time I fuck him.”

What happened next came off as slo-mo - Yelina’s hand swung out and connected with your face. Your face felt hot from the impact of the slap. You immediately reached for your cheek. Your skin stung and you flexed your jaw.

And without so much as a second thought, you clenched your fist and crooked your arm back before popping Yelina directly in the face. She let out a cry of pain and stumbled backwards. She brought her hand to her face and shrieked in horror. “I’m bleeding! Holy shit! Did you break my nose?”

It was that moment Rafael walked in, carrying flowers and a bag of food. “Yelina?” He looked at you and then her. “What is going on? What are you doing here?”

You and Yelina both turned towards Rafael. Because she was standing next to you, some of her hair whipped you in the face. You sputtered and wiped your hands over your face repeatedly.

“Are you bleeding? Are you okay?” Rafael rushed to Yelina’s side. Rafael turned to you. “Did you hit her?”

Yelina moved her hand from her face, blood dripping down from her nose. “Rafi! The stupid pendeja punched me!”

“Hey! You slapped me first!” You yelled defensively.

Rafael looked at the two of you, completely stunned. He shook his head, recovering. “Yelina, don’t ever say that!” he scolded before continuing. “She’s not a pendeja. Did you slap her?”

“You asked me to bring you your stuff. And as much as that hurt, I did.” Yelina sniffled. She dropped the bag without care and some of the contents spilled out - mostly toiletries, but also some other items, like a few ties. But your eyes were immediately drawn to the gold strip of condoms. “Guapo, is there somewhere we could talk privately?”

Rafael let out a sigh; he didn’t miss how Yelina didn’t answer his question about hitting you. “Siéntate, por favor. Let me get some ice for your nose.”

Yelina turned to look at you, scoffed, and then made her way to the couch. Rafael approached you. He lifted your face with his finger and pushed away some hair, tucking it behind your ears. “Are you okay?”

You felt your cheeks grow hot and your eyes welled up. The skin where you were slapped was sore. “I am. But I am not gonna sugarcoat it. I could use a drink. Or ten.”

Rafael frowned. “I understand. Let’s talk about that once I deal with Yelina, okay? Go wait for me in the bedroom.”

You nodded. “Okay,” you replied quietly. Rafael pressed a kiss to your forehead. You watched as Rafael made his way to the kitchen.

Your chest felt tight and panic bubbled under the surface. You took a deep breath and then walked over to pick up the bag Yelina dropped. You threw everything back haphazardly. When you got to the condoms, you stared at them. Your mind briefly imagined Rafael and Yelina together and you shuddered before shoving the condoms back in the bag.

With a sigh of your own, you headed to the bedroom. You scrolled through your various social media apps waiting for Rafael to return. When he did, he himself looked agitated.

“Is everything okay?”

Rafael nodded, rubbing his chin. “I sent her home in a cab. She is not taking the breakup well. But I made it very clear that in no uncertain terms that she and I are not getting back together. And I managed to convince her to not press charges.”

You sat up straighter, your anger increasing. “Excuse me? She is the one who came here and hit me. I just reacted in response. Self defense if you will.”

Rafael gave you a pointed look. “It’s over. And I am glad I got here when I did. Are you okay? Do you want to file charges? I can call one of the detectives…”

You shook your head. “No you’re right. It’s done. It’s over. I don’t want to make it more messy than it needs to be. In working step 7, I need to be conscientious of avoiding sources of temptation that threaten my sobriety.”

Rafael gave you a look. “Temptation?”

You laughed. “You sir are a good kind of temptation. You give me orgasms and keep me humble. I mean more, just trash that threatens my sobriety… like her. I don’t want this to set me back.”

Rafael nodded. “Of course. Also glad to know I am a temptation.”

You climbed off the bed and approached Rafael, swatting him playfully. “You’re so full of shit. You know how fucking handsome you are.” You wrapped your arms around his neck. “Maybe a TRO won’t be so bad. I could have handled her, y’know.”

“I know,” Rafael murmured. “Let me take a look at your face sweetheart.” You lifted your cheek towards him. He crooked a finger under chin and tilted your face some more. “I don’t see any bruising or a mark.”

“It’s sore but mostly faded,” you responded. “Truth be told, I enjoy getting slapped - but on my ass. And by you.”

Rafael chuckled. He turned your face towards his. He bent his head down to press a kiss to your lips. You sagged against him, returning the kiss. His hands gripped you tightly, pressing your body close to his.

“I know you brought food and all that, but maybe let’s just go back to bed?”

Rafael kissed you once more. “Yes.”

You undid the jeans and went to remove his t-shirt when Rafael stopped you.

“Leave it on.”

You arched a brow. “Okay Mr. Harvard.”

Rafael gave you a cheeky grin before he got undressed himself. The two of you made the way back to bed.

“Are you sure you’re up for this?” Rafael asked in between kisses. “You can say no.”

You pulled back. “I know. And you’re so sweet and such a nice, decent guy for checking. But I enthusiastically consent to being fucked Rafael.”

Rafael’s eyes darken, blown by lust. “Okay cariño.”

You wrap one hand around his neck and pulled him to you. His lips crushed against yours, and you opened your mouth to allow him to deepen the kiss. His tongue exploded your mouth, licking hotly. You wrapped your legs instinctively around his hips. Rafael rutted against your lace covered pussy, already so wet and ready for him. Your hips rose to meet his, and for a second as if the two of you were two teens dry humping one another.

“Fuck me,” you whined. “Please.”

“When you beg so prettily, how could I ever even dare to say no,” Rafael husked. You let out a moan as he rucked up his shirt, exposing your braless tits. His tongue traced your areola before taking your nipple into his mouth, sucking. Your nipple hardened in response to the combination of the cool air and his warm wet mouth. His teeth gently scraped your sensitive bud and your back arched toward him, wanting more. Rafael repeated the actions to your other breast and you sighed contentedly. “Don’t stop, so good.”

Rafael obliged, alternating his attention, sucking, flicking, squeezing and pinching. You whined some more and Rafael took the opportunity to leave a dark mark on the slope of your breast. He then moved down your body, creating a path down your stomach with open mouthed kisses.

Rafael used the tip of his tongue to trace along the seam of your panties. Your skin fluttered and you squirmed under his touch, and Rafael made a mental note to file away about this secret sensitive spot of yours.

Your hands ran through his dark hair, tugging. “Raf?”

Rafael looked up at you, his gaze downright sinful. “Yes amor?”

“Fuck me, please. I don’t want to wait anymore.”

Rafael nodded. “I need to get a condom.”

Your mind flashed to the strip of gold condoms that fell out. You shook your head inwardly gagging. “No, I trust you. I still have my IUD.”

Rafael swallowed hard. “Okay,” he managed to squeak out. The idea of going bare with you made his temperature soar and he felt dizzy.

He climbed over you again, and you spread your legs wider. You used a finger to push your panties to the side. Rafael pushed his boxers down, but didn’t completely remove them. He sat on his haunches and pumped his cock, before he drew the tip through your folds, teasing you and coating his length in your wetness.

Finally, Rafael lined himself along your entrance and pushed in. Your wet warm cunt pulled him in, gripping tightly like a vice. You wrapped your legs around his hips and gripped his biceps tightly as Rafael began to fuck you. The rhythm was slow and measured at first, drawing half way out before snapping forward, pushing all the way to the hilt until he bottomed out.

Rafael watched as your eyes fluttered close and your face contorted in pleasure. His pace quickened, snapping his hips repeatedly, driving his thick cock in and out of you. The way you chanted his name as you surrendered yourself to him made him feel like a king. You watched as sweat dripped off his brow and how his cross swayed with his thrusts. You weren’t religious but something about just the sight of that made you feel perverse.

You’re gasping, clenching his sides, your nails digging into his sweaty, tanned skin as he rode you hard. He pushed one of your legs higher, changing the angle and you let out an actual sob at the feel of his cock dragging along your cunt, hitting that one spot that makes you feel boneless. You were close - so close, but you did not want it to end, so instead you tapped his bicep. Rafael locked eyes with you. “I want to be on top.”

Rafael lowered his body to yours and kissed you before rolling your bodies so that you were on top. You rucked up Rafael’s Harvard shirt so that he could knead your tits. One of your tits puffed through his fingers as you bounced on his cock, meeting his thrusts. You slowed your roll of your hips, throwing your head back as pleasure sparked through you before picking up the pace again. The room was filled with obscene sounds wetness, breathy moans and groans. There was something about all of this - how this extremely handsome man wanted you, and that he wanted you in spite of everything, that made you feel so incredibly vulnerable. Rafael slapped your ass quickly in succession.

“Again,” you panted. Rafael is quick to oblige, smacking your ass some more.

“Is that what you like? Getting spanked.”

“Sí papí,” you purred.

You reached between your bodies to rub your clit, but Rafael shooed your hand away. The way you called him papí thrilled him. He pressed his thumb to your clit, rubbing haphazard circles.

“Gonna come for me?” Rafael grunted as he met the pace of your hips. You bit your lip and nodded frantically. Your toes curled as you began to teeter closer and closer to the edge.

“I’m close too,” Rafael panted as he continued the snap of his hips. He could already feel the tension in his belly, the heaviness in his balls, aching for sweet release. You cried out as you fell, coming hard on his cock. The wrecked look on your face, the way you whined his name so prettily, and the feel of your wet cunt rippling around his cock, soaking him with your slick is too much. You collapsed forward, and Rafael planted his feet firmly into the mattress and began snapping his hips into you even more quickly as he chased his release. Rafael’s hips stuttered and with a deep groan of your name, he spilled inside you, painting your walls with his release, white, hot, and sticky.

Rafael stayed there, buried deep inside you. You were both panting, waiting for your hearts to slow down. You enjoyed the feel of his sweaty body against yours. You felt his cock soften and his release began to drip out of you due to gravity. He kissed you softly, then peppered your jaw and cheeks with some more before a final kiss on your nose.

You hum contentedly. “Mmm that was wonderful.”

Rafael smirks. “You got one more in you sweetheart?”

“Wha—?”

Your question is quickly answered as Rafael rolls you back onto your back, withdrawing from you as he did so. Your legs still feel boneless and Rafael spreads you easily, your body pliant to him. He uses his thumbs to spread your wet puffy lips, watching his release drip out. Then his mouth is on you, licking and cleaning the mess he made between your legs. You thread your hands through his damp dark locks.

You cried out and whined Rafael’s name, drawing out every syllable.

Rafael lapped at your cunt as if he were a starving man with his last meal. He couldn’t get enough of the taste of your sweet juices mixed with his salty cum. He paused to climb back over you and kiss you, pushing the mix of yours and his release into your mouth. You moan as you take it in and swallow. Rafael settles back down between your legs and sucks at your clit while he slides two of his thick fingers inside. Your second orgasm quickly crested. Rafael could sense you were close with how your stomach tightened and your legs shook.

“That’s it, come for me again. Show me how prettily you come for me.”

Rafael wrapped his mouth around your clit and shook his head. You arched off the bed, your words incoherent as you come once more. He licked you through your release, letting go of your clit with a wet squelch.

Rafael’s face was smug, his chin and cheeks coated in your juices.

“Get up here,” you purred. Rafael climbed over you and the two of you lazily make out, you tasting yourself on him once more. Rafael rolled so he was on his back and you snuggled in his embrace.

It would be easy to settle back to sleep, but your stomach growled loudly enough to remind you to eat. You climbed out of bed, legs unsteady. Rafael caught you and you thank him with a smile. Rafael pushed you back onto the bed by your shoulders. You give him a confused look.

“Stay put, I’ll bring everything here.” Rafael explained. Your mouth formed an ‘oh’ and you climbed back into bed.

And it was in the soft morning light that you both ate, committed to one another and this relationship more than ever.

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the3v1lqueen · 1 year

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A New Years With Lesso- Magic Beans

*Lesso is sitting outside in a chair on the balcony of your shared dorm room. You step out onto the balcony, your arms wrapped around a large pot*

You: Happy New Years Leo! I made some black eyed peas to bring us luck in the new year!

Lesso: Interesting, enchanted food.

You: Oh, they aren’t enchanted. It’s a tradition that if you eat these beans on new years they’ll give you good luck.

Lesso:*Scoffs* I highly doubt eating those beans will give me luck.

You: *rolls eyes* Please just eat a bite Lesso, since I put in the effort to make them.

Lesso: *sighs* Alright, just for you my dear. But I’m telling you, your luck myth is nonsense. *Eats a small spoonful of beans*.

*Rafal falls from the sky, and lands on spikes which impale him. He then combusts and bursts into flames. An anvil falls on him followed by a couch, grand piano, boulder, and finally a meteorite*

Lesso: *looks at you, pointing at the pot* Let me have the rest of those. *Lesso takes the pot from you and shovels the remainder of beans into her mouth*

#New years #rafal screw you #lady lesso x reader #Lady Lesso x you #lady leonora lesso #charlize theron #sge netflix #sge movie

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bdudette · 1 year

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Hey can you write something about Rafal mistral being overprotective of the reader, but the readers a princess or something like that??? You don’t have to if you don’t want to❤️

Oh, Sweet Princess. - R. M.

Summary : He chose you to be his princess despite him evil and you, good. So he’s gotta have you first. And he will use any means necessary for that.

Warning : Obsessive Behavior, Pre-Rafal [before he killed his brother], Possessive behavior, Yandere Behavior in the near end.

A|N : My first ever rafal mistral fic, needed some idea on what to write. Do pardon me if rafal’s character is a tad off. This is my first writing on about him. Also — sorry for having answered this ask so late — lol

Love. Such words, that only brought disgust into him at the sound of how putrid and unneeded it was, always seemed to have such an opposite effect to the beings of ‘good’. Love was something he never needed, something he never asked for nor felt for anyone. Not even for his brother.

In fact, all he knew was hate, anger, the want for revenge ! And despite these overwhelming feelings he, and others, showed in his school of evil — villains, and monsters alike, never seemed to win in the stories that were brought into real life, and brought out as stories for the measly normals that knew naught of their world.

So he, Rafal Mistral, was never one to ever want to feel such things, nor did he exactly see himself ever falling in love with anyone for that matter. But when he saw you — when he saw the — oh — so beautiful you — he was entranced. His breath taken away. Eyes never left you. And cold, little heart always seemed to start beating at the thought of you.

But the thing is — you were a person of good. A princess of ever that only gave out a feeling of warmth and kindness unto others — even unto students of never. Oh, for you to have captured his attention, for you to make his heart race — it was impossible ! Yet … it happened. And now, all he wanted was your eyes on him. Your heart to race just as fast as his own towards you. He wanted your kindness and warmth directed towards him. And only him.

Was it possible ? Perhaps not. He is the creator of never after all, and as made to be — they can never find their happily ever after like those ever’s in his brother’s side. So to be with you, to have you my his side would be something impossible.

But he did always like a challenge. If he were ever to find his own ever…that would break the everything in the idea of bad never having an after. Now that — is something he can’t also wait to have.

In the end, to have you, he played every card at hand. He wooed you, courted you, and charmed you with his evil looks — although, all of such actions being slightly hidden. He couldn’t show vulnerability, show weakness — basically manipulated into thinking you liked him first.

He played this until you were infatuated with him. And then he took you in his arms. Accepted your ever needed love for him. Threw spells at any other rivals he seemed have had. And avoided his brother’s teasing and shocked questions, and even statements of his over protectiveness of his own little princess.

All was going to his plan. His obsession, his want, his … love towards you becoming bigger, larger — scarier … even to him — became ever more. Even with you by his side.

Oh, sweet princess. Now that you were in his clutch, he will never let you go. Even as the world of ever’s and never’s turned upside down with his selfish, addicting, and brutal love.

#the school for good and evil #rafal mistral #rafal mistral x reader #princess reader #based on movie

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harmonyverendez · 10 months

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Sneak Peak - Being Rhian & Rafal's Sister / Brother

#rhian x reader #Rhian x you #rafal mistral x you #Rafal x you #Rhian x sister reader x rafal #the school for good and evil fanfiction #Small blurb #One shot #sge rafal #Sge Rhian #rhian the schoolmaster #Rafal the schoolmaster #Female reader #Male reader #school for good and evil

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bakerstreethound · 5 months

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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.

#Rafal Mistral #Rhian Mistral #the school for good and evil #rafal x reader #rhian x reader #kit young #sge netflix #fanfiction

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retold-tales · 1 year

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A Little Obsessed

Imagine being a ever and Sophie becoming infuriated with you and your sense of style

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arivh · 2 years

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Sneak peak again

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stray-kaz · 11 months

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The Sky Is Falling : a Rafal Mistral x f!reader drabble

Summary: Storms are your nemesis. Run to Rafal.

A/N: Ideas for either of the twins are welcome! Comments are equally welcome!

The sky had been threatening it all day, but when midnight struck and the storm bellowed, it shocked you to your core. The first roll of thunder dragged you under the covers, shuddering, but the first arrow of lightning sent you skidding to the empty doorway, bypassing the sleeping figures of your fellow faculty members, snoring in their canopied beds.

You supposed you could have crawled in with one of your friends, but there was a problem with that, too. None of them was Rafal.

The rain lashed against the high set beveled windows, heat from the earlier day pressing down upon you through the glass. Your heart thundered to the rhythm of the storm, terror surging whenever another bolt of white heat lightning struck the school. You had always felt safe here, even as a student, and now as an adult under Rafal’s watchful eye. But beneath the sudden midsummer storm, the wild of it scared you, sapped the strength in your own magic away.

You felt trapped, swallowed whole, a bug under a magnifying glass, a small, insignificant human caged in the eye of the storm.

The sky roiled with clouds above the twin schools, dark shadows scudding across the lake below. The usually smooth, unruffled surface broke apart like shattering glass, foamy shards spinning up towards the night sky before splashing back down.

Your bare feet pelted the long corridors and then the sun warmed stone steps that led to Rafal’s tower bedroom. A thin finger of lightning cracked open the sky for a split second just as you were passing a high window, and the white light sucked you toward it, your palms pressing frantically against the warm glass, trying to push yourself back.

It was like Rafal: bright and cool, until you got a little too close and got burned. You ripped yourself away from the window and doubled your efforts to reach the right room. Thankfully, Rhian was nowhere to be seen; you knew from past experience that the two brothers often carried on conversations long past midnight.

His bedroom door was ajar and he sat up in the bed when he saw you slip inside to close it behind you and lean your back up against it with eyelids low and chest rising and falling sharply.

“Scared of storms, hmm?” he murmured, eyes flashing ruby in the shadows. “Honey, how can we possibly go on after this? You should not be afraid of anything.”

Your eyes opened all of a sudden and he glimpsed the memory of lightning flash in your pupils, almost doubled in size.

“It sounds like the sky is falling!” you gasped.

Rafal sighed and flicked the sheet back on the other side of his bed, gesturing.

Wordless, you padded over and crawled in, pressing cold feet against Rafal’s warm calves. He hissed and you curled up on your side with your back to him, the sheet yanked up to your chin and your eyes tightly closed to ward off the lightning.

But the thunder continued to rumble and the lightning continued to crash and you could still see it, like blinding veins across the insides of your eyelids.

Rafal felt you tremble and shake, the mattress quaking beneath you. Weakness wasn’t something he was accustomed to in the context of you, but here you were, quivering and needing him. He sighed and landed a warm hand on your bare shoulder, shaking until you twisted to peer uneasily at him.

“I’m going to need to sleep, love” he said dryly. “Come here.”

You didn’t hesitate as he hauled you over and settled your fear tense body on top of his. His bare skin was hot, which was usual, even in regular weather conditions. You rested your head over his heart and listened to its steady, rhythmic pattern. You sniffed and burrowed nearer as Rafal wrapped his arms around your back.

“I love you” you spoke drowsily to his shoulder.

He chuckled and rested a hand languidly on the back of your neck.

“I know.”

Surrounded by his scent and warmth, you were lulled to sleep by the sound of his breathing.

No pressure tags: @back-home-to-camelot @writingmysanity

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