#firewielder!rafe

[appleciderlove]

.❦ ݁˖ jealousy

a/n: a little angst but don't worry he redeems himself sorta more of this au here

days passed. no sign of him. maybe it might've been because you didn't have the same classes, he was a firewielder and you were a water wielder. you were used to running into him by accident, catching him in corridors or the practice halls.

you told yourself it was silly. a crush. nothing more. it wasn’t like rafe liked you back. he didn’t seem like the type who did relationships. not seriously. not the way you wished he would. so you buried it. shoved the feelings down, deep. still… when the announcement for the velezstra autumn dance came, you caught yourself hoping.

maybe he’d show up. maybe he’d ask you to dance. yes, you were a little hopeless romantic. yes, you wanted a love like the movies. you knew better, of course. those things rarely happened. but you were at a magical school. if impossible things happened anywhere, it would be here.

your dress was a soft, flowing blue that shimmered when it caught the light. your hair was left down in soft waves, a blue ribbon clipped at the back, tying it loosely and letting the rest fall gently around your shoulders. the faint scent of jasmine clung to your skin, your favourite perfume, saved for nights like this. the kind that might turn into something more.

the hall was glowing, enchanted lights twirling above the crowd like stars caught in a slow waltz. music filled the space, warm and bright. you danced. laughed with friends. let the rhythm carry you, even as your eyes kept drifting toward the crowd, and then you saw him.

rafe. laughing. spinning a girl in a crimson gown across the floor like she was made of air. his hand on her waist. her smile too bright. your stomach dropped.

he looked good. too good. and he wasn’t looking at you. so when a tall boy with dark hair and a soft smile asked you to dance, you didn’t hesitate. not really. he said his name, but you didn’t catch it. didn’t care because he wasn't the one you wanted. but you smiled. laughed like you were having the time of your life.

and when you caught rafe’s eyes on you from across the floor, his gaze dark, unreadable, your smile widened just enough to sting. the music changed. slower now. softer. rafe took a step toward you. you turned on your heel and walked out of the hall, the cool night air rushing to meet you. you didn’t look back. but he followed. you were halfway down the stone corridor when you heard his voice behind you.

“wait.” you didn’t stop. not until you felt his hand catch your wrist. “i said wait,” he repeated, more breath than command. you turned, slowly.

“what do you want?” you asked. not cold. just tired. he searched your face, his own unreadable for a second, then his jaw tensed. rafe didn’t answer at first. just stared at you, like he was trying to find the right words and hating all of them. “i was going to ask you to dance.”

you swallowed. “then why didn’t you?”

he ran a hand through his hair. “i don’t know. you looked right through me.” “i didn’t,” you said softly. “i was waiting.”

“you didn’t look like you were” he said softly.

“well, you didn’t either,” you snapped, voice cracking. “you were too busy twirling your friend.”

“who was that guy?” he asked.

you exhaled, sharp. “does it matter?”

“yeah,” he said. “it does.”

you turned your head, half a laugh escaping, but there was no humor in it. “why? it’s not like you were jealous.”

his silence answered before he did. “i was.”

you blinked. “why were you jealous?”

his jaw clenched, shoulders tense. “because i didn’t like it. watching you smile at him.” he ran a hand through his hair, fingers tugging at the ends like he didn’t know what else to do with them. like he hated the way he felt and didn’t know how to say it.

“then maybe next time,” you said, softer now, “do something about it. you could’ve asked me.”

he looked at you, something guilty flickering in his eyes. “i didn’t think i could.”

your throat tightened. “i was hoping you would,” you murmured. “i wanted you to be my first dance.”

his gaze broke away, down to the ground, like it hurt to meet your eyes. like he realized too late what he could’ve had if he’d just reached for it. that broke him a little. but something in you pulled back, you're tired. not just from the night, not just from the ache blooming in your chest,

but from the push and pull that had tangled itself around you since the second he looked at you again. you were tired of not knowing where you stood. tired of the almosts and the what-ifs. too emotionally worn down to keep unraveling him like this. so you stepped back. “i’m tired, rafe. i’m going back to my room.” and this time… he let you go.

you shut the door behind you harder than necessary, the sound echoing off the stone. your room felt colder than usual. too quiet. too still. you hated it.

you sat on the edge of your bed, shoes still on, fingers curling around the edge of your dress like holding onto something would make the ache dull. then your door shimmered. you stared at you door and a portal appeared. someone was trying to enter. you already knew who.

“don’t,” you whispered, even though you weren’t sure if it was to the door or yourself. it opened anyway. rafe stepped through, hair still messy from the wind, that unsure look on his face like he didn’t know what he was doing here either. “what are you doing?” you asked.

“i needed to see you.”

you stood. “i said i was done.”

“i know,” he said, stepping closer. “i just… i didn’t want you to think i didn’t care.”

you crossed your arms. “what do you want from me?”

“a second chance,” he said. “for one night. just us. no crowd. no noise.” you stared.

“let me take you somewhere better,” he said. “let me give you the dance i should’ve asked for.”

he held out his hand. and this time, you didn’t pull away.

[appleciderlove]

── ⏾ midnight swim

more of this au here a/n: this is a bit short i know :( but hope you guys like it! hope everyone is having an amazing summer break 🤍

you stood at the pool’s edge, laufey low on your speaker, moonlight curling over the water. "midnight swim?” you turned. rafe. shirtless. tousled. “couldn’t sleep,” you murmured. he tilted his head. “looked like you were about to swim.”

“changed my mind ” you say. his gaze flicked to the water. “don’t. stay” he says. “i’d love to stay. truly" you turned on your heel, fully intending to walk straight back into the building. but before you could take a second step, a warm hand wrapped around your wrist.

“sweetheart,” rafe said, voice low behind you. “don’t make me beg.” you didn’t look at him. didn’t have to. his grip wasn’t tight, just enough to stop you. just enough to make your breath catch. you didn’t turn around. his hand rested lightly on your wrist, steady and warm. still, you waited.

he hesitated, then let out a soft breath. “please,” he said, quieter now. “just… stay.” you blinked. he didn’t sound like himself. not the infuriating boy who always had a comeback ready. this was… different and you didn't know how to feel about it. “i usually don’t do this,” he muttered, voice rough. “so, you know..keep this to yourself.”

“your secret’s safe with me.” you turned to face him, and there it was his eyes locked on yours, sincere, open in a way you’d never seen before. your pulse stuttered.

“that was close,” you murmured. “thought you were gonna drop to your knees.” he grinned, stepping in, voice warm against your skin. “i still might.” your breath caught, and you didn’t fight the smile that finally slipped free. “fine,” you whispered. “i’ll stay.” minutes later, you swam slow, letting the moonlight blur him into something softer. then a splash hit your face. you blinked, sputtering, turning just in time to catch the smirk he didn’t bother hiding. narrowing your eyes, you flicked water at him hard. it smacked his chest and he laughed, sending another splash your way. you kicked toward him and shoved his shoulder, pretending to be annoyed. “childish,” you muttered, lips twitching.

“you love it,” he said, still grinning. you rolled your eyes and swam off, putting a little distance between you.he followed lazily, silent for a moment. then you heard “fuck.” you turned sharply. rafe surfaced with a groan, gripping his leg, his expression twisted like he was in real pain. “my leg is cramped,” he gasped, struggling to tread water.

your chest clenched. “rafe?” you swam to him fast, panic rising in your throat. “hey, are you—” his hands found your waist before you could finish, pulling you flush to him, his laugh low in your ear just before he kissed you. your breath caught, and for a second, the whole pool seemed to still. you kissed him back.

[appleciderlove]

.༄ ݁˖ accidentally splashing water on him

more of this au here

you stood at the center of the practice room, focused, water streaming around you in slow, fluid arcs. it moved like it was tethered to your breath, rising with your inhale, curling with every shift of your hands.

you didn’t hear the door open. didn’t see him step in. “you’re up early,” rafe’s voice cut through the silence. you flinched. the stream faltered, slipped and launched a sudden wave straight at him. a sharp splash echoed through the space, followed by a low, startled curse.

he stood dripping near the doorway, water running from his hair down the front of his shirt, blinking at you like you’d just summoned a tsunami. “was that for me,” he said slowly, “or just an accident with very good aim?” you didn’t turn around. “what is it this time?” you asked, voice even. “came to watch, or just couldn’t stay away?”

his footsteps squelched softly across the wet floor. “can you blame me?” he said, voice low and close now, a smile in it. “you put on a hell of a show.”

your fingers curled tighter around the practice dagger, its familiar weight grounding you as you circled rafe. your bare feet moved over the mat, heart hammering steady in your chest. across from you, he mirrored every step, eyes sharp, smirk lazy, like he already knew how this would end.

"you sure you can handle this, sweetheart?" his voice dropped low, teasing, but there was something darker behind it, something that made your stomach flip. you didn’t answer. you lunged instead.

your blade came for his shoulder, fast and clean, but he shifted out of reach, arm knocking yours away. you spun, adjusting, dagger sliding toward his side this time, but he caught your wrist mid-motion. before you could react, he twisted just enough to throw off your balance, then stepped in and flipped you. the world spun and you hit the mat hard, breath knocked clean from your chest.

he was over you in a second. one knee pressed between your thighs, his hand pinning your wrist to the mat above your head, the other braced beside you, caging you in like you were prey.

you stared up at him, breath coming shallow. he was close. too close. your bodies weren’t touching fully, but it didn’t matter—you could feel him anyway. heat, weight, pressure. your pulse was racing, pounding so hard you hoped he couldn’t hear it.

"you gonna yield?" he murmured.

you didn’t speak. couldn’t. his eyes dropped to your lips. “no?” he teased, voice rougher now. “figured you liked being underneath me.” you tried to shift. didn’t get far. his smirk curved deeper. “i could stay like this all day,” he said, thumb brushing just slightly along your knuckles. “but it’s your call, sweetheart.” and fuck, you weren’t sure you wanted to move either.

"stop calling me sweetheart," you muttered, though your voice wasn’t exactly steady.

“you say that like you don’t love it,” he murmured, voice low against your ear. “but i see the way your breath catches every time.”

"i don’t," you added quickly, when his smirk grew. but it was a lie. or at least, not the whole truth. because no matter how much you told yourself otherwise, part of you did like it, liked the way it sounded when he said it.

“sure.” his grip didn’t budge. neither did he. he was still hovering over you, chest rising slow and steady, but his eyes, those burning, amused eyes, were anything but calm. “your face says otherwise.”

you glared, but your body betrayed you. your breath still came fast, your pulse didn’t slow. not when his thumb dragged lightly across the inside of your wrist, not when he leaned just a little closer. "i should throw you off me," you said, though your legs stayed wrapped tight around his hips. "you should," he murmured, his nose brushing yours. "but you won’t."

your hands clenched uselessly beneath his. he was cocky, insufferable, and too close. you could taste the heat of his breath, see the flecks of gold in his eyes—and when he tilted his head just slightly, just enough, you didn’t stop him. his lips met yours, soft at first, testing, waiting. then you kissed back.

all the tension that had simmered between you snapped in an instant. his mouth moved against yours with a hunger that stole your breath, all heat and frustration and need. he let go of your wrist only to slide that hand beneath your jaw, keeping you in place as he deepened the kiss.

your hands found his shoulders, pulling him down until there was no space left between your bodies. the mat pressed into your back, his body heavy on yours, and you didn’t care. you only clung tighter, matching the rhythm of his mouth, your dagger forgotten somewhere beside you. you didn’t want to stop. not yet. not when it finally felt like everything that had been burning under the surface was catching fire.

a/n: this is reminding me of that part of violet and xaden in fourth wing

[appleciderlove]

𓂃۶ৎ walking into the wrong place

more of this au here

velezstra had been nothing like you imagined. the school itself was breathtaking, sprawling stone towers carved into the side of a cliff, waterfalls cascading from ancient archways, staircases that twisted like vines. magic thrummed in the walls. you could feel it in your chest, humming beneath your skin like a second heartbeat.

but nothing hit quite as hard as the boy who caught your attention during the opening assembly. you’d only looked over once. just a glance across the grand hall while headmistress caldra spoke, but he was already looking at you. blue eyes, light brown hair, and tall..really tall. his hair was tousled like he hadn’t bothered to fix it, and yet he looked… annoyingly good, like he knew people were staring and didn’t care. and then something in you jolted. he looked familiar. you blinked, trying to place him, and it hit you like a slap of cold water.

rafe. oh, hell no. of course it was him. of course he was here. and unfortunately for you, he was already looking at you. you hadn't expected to see him again. definitely not here. but the second your eyes met, everything from the last time came rushing back, sharp, electric, impossible to ignore.

after the assembly, you were guided up to your tower, one of the newer dorms, still enchanted, still shifting to accommodate the overflow of students this term. your room was nice, high-ceilinged with pale stone walls, a small desk, and a window overlooking the central training grounds. you dropped your bag at the foot of your bed, took a moment to breathe, then decided to explore.

you stepped up to the door, fingers brushing the rune-carved frame. it was a strange enchantment, one of the velezstra architects’ innovations. if you were calm and focused, the door would take you where you intended to go. the library. the dueling court. the dining hall. anywhere. but if your mind wandered… so did the door.

you didn’t even realize you were thinking about him. not consciously, anyway. maybe it was the way he’d looked at you earlier. or the fire emblem stitched into the collar of his uniform, same as yours. or maybe it was just the fact that, no matter how hard you tried to forget, rafe always had a way of slipping into your thoughts when you least wanted him to.

you were still sorting out how to feel about him. still pretending you didn’t care when you absolutely did. whatever it was, the moment you turned the handle and stepped through, you knew something was wrong.

the room wasn’t yours. it was darker, the walls a different shade of stone, the air warmer like someone had heated it from the inside out. and then you saw him.

his back was turned, muscles cut sharp in the firelight, a towel slung over his shoulder. you caught the slow movement of his arms as he pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it aside, leaving his skin bare, golden in the low light. and then turned.

he didn’t look surprised. if anything, his gaze slid over you with infuriating calm, pausing at your eyes like he’d been expecting this.

“enjoying the view?” rafe asked, his voice low, steady. you were panicking and spun back toward the door. “i didn’t—this wasn’t—” you reached for the handle, cursing yourself silently. “door got confused?” he said, like this was nothing. “must’ve been thinking real hard about something.”

“shut up,” you muttered, cheeks burning. “it’s the magic. i didn’t do it on purpose.” his eyes didn’t leave yours, and now there was a spark of something in them. not just amusement, interest. you yanked the door open. the stone shimmered, your own room now behind it. you didn’t look back.

“next time,” he called after you, “maybe stay a little longer.”

you slammed it shut. back in your room, you dropped against the door, face hot, breath unsteady. great. absolutely perfect. your first day at velezstra and you’d already barged into the most irritating guy’s room like some lovesick idiot. but what haunted you most wasn’t the embarrassment. it was how part of you, just for a second, had wanted to stay. just a little longer. just to see what else he’d say.

with a quiet breath, you stepped toward the door again. this time, you focused, really focused on somewhere peaceful. somewhere that would quiet the heat still twisting low in your stomach. when you opened it, you stepped into the velezstra garden. soft lanternlight spilled through twisting trees, casting gold against the path. vines curled along stone arches, and the air was rich with the scent of florals and herbs. near the edge of the walkway, nestled in a quiet corner, bloomed a row of hydrangeas. their colors shimmered between violet and blue.

you knelt beside them, reaching out gently. the petals were impossibly soft, delicate, like a secret the garden had been waiting to share. “those your favorite?” you flinched and stood quickly. rafe. he stood behind you, an orange juice box in hand, sipping casually like he hadn’t just caught you off guard.

“you following me now?” you asked, trying not to sound breathless. “i was here first,” he said. “you’re the one who showed up.” you gave him a look, but didn’t walk away. he nodded toward the flowers. “so?”you glanced back at the hydrangeas. “yeah they are”.

he stepped closer, and you caught it again. his scent. cinnamon, cedarwood, and something you couldn’t quite place. “hydrangeas,” he repeated, a quiet smile tugging at his lips. “i’ll remember that… just in case i ever want to make you smile.”

you looked at him, and he was still watching, lips curved in the faintest smile. something fluttered low in your stomach, and you had to bite the inside of your cheek to keep from smiling back. gods, you hated the way your chest warmed under that gaze.

a/n: I WANT THIS DOOR (I could stalk my crush without him knowing)

[appleciderlove]

. ❀ ݁˖ picnic

more of this au here

you didn’t know where he was taking you at first.

his fingers were laced with yours, warm and sure, tugging you through winding velezstra corridors as if he already knew you’d follow. the sky outside was streaked with orange and rose, and your steps slowed only when he stopped before a door you’d never seen.

“close your eyes,” rafe said, voice lower now. more serious. “trust me.”

you looked at him. raised a brow. “you sure you’re not gonna throw me into a volcano?”

he smirked. “not tonight.”

so you closed your eyes.

just long enough to feel the rush of air shift around you, magic brushing over your skin like a breeze, and when you opened them again, the world had changed.

the floating meadow.

a place that only opened once each season. you’d heard whispers about it, seen it sketched into old velezstra maps, but you never thought you’d see it for yourself. golden grass swayed beneath your feet, stretching out into the horizon. wildflowers painted the ground in soft blues and pale purples. and above you, the sky melted into twilight.

“you brought me here?” you breathed.

“borrowed the key,” rafe said. “didn’t want anyone else around”

a blanket was already spread out near the edge of the bluff, a basket beside it. fruit, bread, some pastries from the dining hall. and juice boxes.

you sat down beside him. close. closer when the wind picked up.

“this is…” you looked out across the meadow, then back at him. “kind of perfect.”

“kind of?” he teased.

you nudged him with your shoulder, and he laughed—easy, quiet. you watched the way the light played on his face, the way his fire settled low in his gaze, not burning but glowing. warm.

after you ate, he lay back in the grass and you followed, side by side, hands brushing but not quite touching.

absolutely, my love. here’s a revised version of that moment, still flirty and warm, but with a smoother rhythm and charm:

stars blinked into view. slow. scattered. with the sky darkinging, rafe reached into the basket, pulling out a few candles. he placed them carefully around the blanket, lighting each one with the tip of his finger, small flames sparking to life.

the soft glow danced across his face. golden. steady. warm.

“trying to impress me?” you asked, eyebrow raised, lips tugging into a smile.

he glanced over, a quiet grin tugging at his mouth. “is it working?”

“maybe.” you nudged his foot with yours. “though it feels like you’ve done this before.”

he leaned back on his hands, eyes flickering to yours. “only in my head. with you.”

your chest fluttered. “smooth.”

“you make it easy,” he said, voice low.

and with the candlelight flickering between you, the space felt smaller. closer. like the universe had dimmed everything else, just to spotlight this moment.

you leaned your head against his shoulder, a quiet smile playing at your lips. “this feels like… the perfect first date.”

rafe turned slightly, eyes soft. “i’m glad.” a faint smile curved his lips as he leaned in, brushing a gentle kiss to your forehead.

[appleciderlove]

.❦ ݁˖ i like you a/n: HE FINALLY CONFESSED !! more of this au here “close your eyes,” he said. "why?"

“just close them okay?”

you closed them. just long enough to feel the shift in air, the faint shimmer of magic against your skin.

"okay you can open them now" you opened your eyes and were struck breathless.

the velezstra garden stretched out before you, blooming in moonlight. vines curled along the archways, flowers glowing faintly in the dark, and at the center. musicians stood beside a glowing fountain, playing a slow waltz.

your lips parted. “you planned this?”

“improvised it,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck. “i didn’t want your night to end thinking i didn’t care.”

you stared at him. “you hurt me.”

his voice softened. “i know. and i’m sorry”

he held his hand out again. “can i have this dance?”

this time, you let him pull you close.

and under the stars, you danced.

you swayed to the music, slow and breathless, and when you finally pulled back enough to look at him, you asked, “why go through all this? the music, the lights, the apology.”

rafe grinned, lazy and crooked. “maybe i just like impressing pretty girls.”

you gave him a look.

he sighed dramatically, then reached into his jacket pocket. “fine. i got you something. don’t get used to it.”

he handed you a necklace—silver chain, with a glass pendant holding a single blue hydrangea.

your lips parted. “rafe…”

“i saw this at a shop at it reminded me of you and that it's your favourite flower”

you stared at him, speechless, heart thudding.

he scratched the back of his neck. "i like you. a little. okay, that’s a lie. a lot. maybe too much. don’t let it go to your head."

he said it quietly, almost like he wasn’t sure he should “so don’t go falling for anyone else. that would piss me off.”

you smiled “guess you better give me a reason not to.”

he stepped closer, hand brushing yours. “i’ve got a few.”

you stared at him, heartbeat fluttering. “like what?”

he shrugged, almost shy. “like how i think about you more than i should. how i remember stupid things you say, just to hear them in my head later. like how tonight, i couldn’t stop wishing it was you.”

his hand found yours fully now, fingers lacing with yours. you smiled, nervous and heartbeat going crazy. “i like you too.”

he leaned in, forehead resting gently against yours. “then don’t fall for anyone else. stay with me a while.”

and under the music and moonlight, you did.

[appleciderlove]

.☘︎ ݁˖ introduction

| waterwielder!reader and firewielder!rafe first encounters ❦

more of this au here

you couldn’t sleep.

maybe it was the extra cup of coffee, or maybe your brain just wouldn’t shut up, but either way, sleep wasn’t happening. so you threw on a hoodie, tied your shoes, and slipped out for a walk. just a short one, just to clear your head.

the weather was cool, with a light breeze that brushed against your skin. the streets were quiet, so quiet, you could hear the soft chirping of crickets in the distance. you walked aimlessly, letting your thoughts drift with the rhythm of your footsteps.

the streetlights began to flicker. and then, without warning, they went out. total darkness settled over the street in an instant. you froze, heart skipping.

and that’s when you tripped.

you didn’t see the branch. just felt it catch your foot, fast and sharp, and suddenly you were on the ground with a thud that knocked the air from your lungs. pain flared in your leg—hot, deep, and radiating upward like fire under your skin.

you hissed through your teeth and tried to move, but something was definitely wrong. when you managed to sit up, the faint moonlight was just enough to see the scrape. it was bad. worse than you thought. the skin was torn, already swelling, dark around the edges.

“are you okay?”

the voice made you jump.

you hadn’t heard anyone approach, but there he was—half in shadow, half lit by the soft flame dancing above his open palm. not a lighter. not a torch. just… fire. floating. controlled. alive.

“you’re hurt,” he said simply, stepping closer. “that looks infected.”

you tried to stand. your leg had other ideas.

“i’ll be fine,” you muttered, but your voice lacked conviction.

“you’re not walking on that.” he crouched with surprising ease. “get on.”

“what?”

“i’ll carry you. or we can make a torch if that makes you feel safer.”

you hesitated. he didn’t press, just waited, steady, quiet. you couldn’t read his face in the dark, but something about him didn’t feel threatening. just calm.

“sagebay road,” you muttered, relenting.

“my place is closer,” he said. “i have first aid.”

you hated that he was probably right.

so you climbed onto his back, hating the way your body leaned into his warmth, hating how grateful you were for the light he carried in his hand—and the way he carried you like it meant nothing.

you weren’t expecting to see him again. your best friend invited you over to have a romcom movie marathon. scarlett greeted you at the door in pajama shorts and fuzzy socks, waving a half-eaten cookie like a welcome flag. “you’re late.” “for only a few minutes” you said, holding up the bag of snacks you brought like a peace offering.

oon the living room was a nest of cushions and fairy lights. you were two movies deep, halfway through a third, quoting every line with popcorn in your hair, when scarlett glanced at her phone and groaned.

“ugh. hang on. i told my brother to stop by and check my car. i think the battery’s being weird or something.” she got up, not looking too bothered. “he’ll be quick.”

you barely heard her. too busy trying to remember the name of the actor in the movie. until the front door opened.

and he stepped in. the guy that carried you on his back when you tripped.

“you again,” he said.

“you” you blinked. “you’re scarlett’s brother?”

rafe.

his name hit different now.

“yeah.” he leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed casually. “small world.”

“yeah” you muttered, heart doing way too much for someone who was supposed to be here for movies and giggling over fictional men.

scarlett passed between you, oblivious to the tension in the room. “he’ll be done in like ten minutes. you want more popcorn?”

you nodded, not even processing the question.

he glanced at you as he stepped toward the door. “try not to fall this time, yeah?”

you gave him a sharp look. “i didn’t try last time.”

he chuckled, warm and low. “could’ve fooled me.”

and then he disappeared outside.

but not for long.

fifteen minutes later, he was back, car handled, hands a little dirty, cheeks flushed from the cold. scarlett was busy in the kitchen, digging for chocolate chips or something equally distracting.

rafe leaned over the back of the couch, close enough that you could feel the heat radiating off him. his voice was low, casual. “what are you watching?"

“to all the boys i’ve loved before” you replied

he squinted at the screen, then back at you. “oh. that’s the one with the guy… what’s his name? peter… kevinsky?”

“kavinsky,” you corrected, unable to stop the laugh that slipped out.

“this is the movie where her love letters get sent out right?” he asked

you stared at him. “you’ve seen this?”

“my sister made me watch it. twice. maybe three times.”

“uh-huh”

he smirked, tilting his head. “is it your favorite?”

you hesitated for half a second, then nodded. “yeah. it’s kind of my comfort movie.”

his expression shifted, something gentler behind the usual teasing. “makes sense.”

“why’s that?”

he looked at you like the answer was obvious. “because you seem like the kind of person who believes in love letters. and happy endings.”

your cheeks flushed before you could stop it. “maybe.”

“so,” he said, still watching you. “do you have a boyfriend?”

you glanced at him, your pulse a little louder in your ears. “no.”

he smiled, softer this time. “good.”

your lips parted, just slightly. “why’s that?”

he didn’t answer right away. just looked at you like he was trying to memorize the moment. “because i’d hate to be sitting this close if someone else already had your attention.”

the air between you stilled. warm. thick with something neither of you dared name.

you didn’t say anything at first, just stared at him, heartbeat in your throat. then, quietly you say

“what if you have mine now?”

his gaze dropped to your lips for a breath, then back to your eyes.

“then,” he said, “i think i’m exactly where i should be.”

[appleciderlove]

── .✦ your show is about to begin! starring firewielding!rafe and waterwielder!reader

summary: a story where a firewielder who happens to be her best friend's brother and a waterwielder girl fall in love

꒰ introduction.zip ꒱

firewielder!rafe intro

waterwielder!reader intro

introduction

꒰ episodes ꒱

ep 1 - accidentally splashing water on him

ep 2 - walking into the wrong place

ep 3 - midnight swim

ep 4 - jealousy

ep 5 - i like you

ep 6 - picnic

ep 7 -

ep 8 -

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introducing . . . firewielder!rafe

22. fire wielder. has a cat. orange juice. sunrises. big friend group. secretly enjoys laufey music. don toliver fan.

best paried with waterwielder!reader

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NAVIGATION .ᐟ

𓇼 my favs — ୨ৎ fluff — ❦ smut — ♡ fantasy

— 𓇢𓆸 angst

rafe cameron

⌇series

⌇oneshots

୨ৎ boyfriend!rafe wants more kisses

⌇au's

♡ firewielder!rafe x waterwielder!reader

♡ toxic!rafe x toxic!reader

ethan landry

⌇series

𓇢𓆸 drunk confessions

↳ part 1 part 2 part 3 epilogue

⌇oneshots

❦ at the party

❦ ghostface!ethan gives you 2 choices

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introducing . . . waterwielder!reader

20. water wielder. jellyfish. dolphins. hydrangea. blueberry milk. sweet and sarcastic sometimes. small friend group. laufey fan best paired with firewielder!rafe