#rhian mistral x reader

[stray-kaz]

“No, no, no, no! Oh Rhian, no, stop!” You exclaimed delightedly, pushing your husband’s hand away while he naughtily tickled your knees.

(Give me the first sentence of a fic and I have to write the next five).

“No, no, no, no! Oh Rhian, no, stop!” You exclaimed delightedly, pushing your husband’s hand away while he naughtily tickled your knees.

He grinned and kept on, pushing up your dress until he was tickling your thighs. You giggled and shrieked, wriggling to get out of his grasp, but he just followed, stalking you up the bed until he could pin you down, nosing at your jaw.

"Why?" he murmured, kissing the most sensitive spot on your neck.

"Because", you sighed, squirming, "you're turning me on."

"Since when is that a bad thing?"

[bdudette]

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☁︎︎ = Fluff

↯ = Angst

☕︎︎ = Suggestive

⚠︎= Smut

Rafal Mistral

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Oh. Sweet Princess - One Shot || ☁︎︎

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Drabbles

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Rhian Mistral

• LONG|SHORT FIC •

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Hort

• LONG|SHORT FIC •

TBA

• DRABBLES •

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Hort Falling For A Girl Of Good || ☁︎

Hort Falling For A Girl of Bad || ☁︎

Hort Using A Love Potion || ☁︎

Hort Falling For A Never Like Ever || ☁︎

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Tedros

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Tedros Falling For A Girl of Good || ☁︎

Tedros Falling For A Girl of Bad || ☁︎

Tedros Falling For A Never Like Ever || ☁︎

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Gregory Charming

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[harmonyverendez]

Imagine being best friends / Childhood of Rhian and you get offered a job at the school and end up falling in love with him.

[bakerstreethound]

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.

[spaceagebachelormann]

𝒓𝒆𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒓𝒖𝒍𝒆𝒔!

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HARRY POTTER

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RIDE THE CYCLONE

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SHADOW AND BONE

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SIX OF CROWS

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THE OUTSIDERS

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IT (2017)

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THE SCHOOL FOR GOOD AND EVIL

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A GOOD GIRLS GUIDE TO MURDER

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FRANKENSTEIN

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MONSTER HIGH

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[stray-kaz]

To Sleep and Not To Wake : a Rhian Mistral x f!reader drabble

A/N: The gif has nothing to do with the story, there are just limited gifs of Rhian.

Summary: You have been put under an enchantment, to sleep as long as there is no one to wake you. But there is someone to wake you.

The coffin was purest glass, gold filigree etched across its surface. As Rhian approached it with shaking hands, the sun bounced off it, light lancing into his eyes, turning them molten gold. He shielded them, and at the same time, glimpsed your face through the gilded glass.

Purple lightning arced against it, rattling the seams, trying to escape its confines. Enchanted and sleeping, your magic was untethered, raw power eager to leap free, to ride the wind and fly over the turrets of his School. 

It had been built in a hurry, the coffin. Rafal had spelled it together, one hand soaking up your surplus leaking magic, while the other spun the coffin into being around you. Rhian hadn’t been present when the lesson you were taking had gone awry, but Rafal had witnessed the fumbling student cast an accidental sleeping curse on you. You had hit the ground before he could catch you, before he could send a fairy to locate his twin, before Rhian had come running.

But now Rhian was there, tracing his fingertips over the golden curlicues that shaded your face, his brother waiting behind his shadow.

“Who did it?” Rhian asked quietly.

Rafal stared at the back of his head. His twin’s voice held an edge rarely present. He spoke again, even harder this time.

“Who cast the curse?”

Rafal cleared his throat.

“Leandra” he murmured, finding himself in the uncommon position of being his brother’s keeper.

Rhian whipped around, his eyes now hard as bronze.

“A third year should know better” he snapped.

“Go to the library, brother” Rafal said sternly. “Read. Find the answer without bloodshed.”

Rhian glowered at him, but Rafal did not flinch.

“You, the Schoolmaster for Evil, cautioning me?” Rhian demanded.

His tone was hot, his eyes ablaze. Rafal nodded, arms crossed casually over his chest, but his muscles were taut, ready to react should he be provoked. He watched Rhian deliberate, pulse like a hammer. Then the angry light shied away and his pursed lips loosened into a soft frown.

“All right, Rafal” he muttered, his voice low and rasping.

He turned on his heel and strode away, shoulders rigid with the effort of not looking back at the coffin, at you lying inside it.

Rafal watched him go for a time, then turned and placed his hand atop the coffin, warmth spreading from his palm over the glass. Purple light beat against the surface, then calmed to his touch.

“Hurry, Rhian” he said quietly to himself. “She is more powerful than I anticipated.”

The door to the tower library slammed against the stone wall, untouched by any hand. Rhian stormed through the gap it left open, power crackling. He began running long fingers down the spines of the books at eye level, moving from shelf to shelf, eventually becoming perturbed, then frustrated, then angry all over again.

“Why are there so many damn sleeping spells?” he muttered to himself, tossing book after book over his shoulder.

And then, just before rejecting yet another tome, he hesitated, his fingertips tingling and hot. Almost mindless with desire and hope, he flipped it open to a page halfway through the book, tarnished and blank except for a shimmering image of a man leaning over a sleeping woman, his lips a scant inch from hers.

Rhian was gone before the book even touched the floor.

When he reached the gold touched coffin, Rafal had both hands flat on it and his chest was heaving with exertion, sweat dampening his temples. He tilted his head to see Rhian, the fine muscles around his eyes straining.

“Did you figure it out yet?” he hissed through clenched teeth.

Rhian nodded and Rafal ripped his hands away from the coffin. The glass exploded, a torrent of violet flame pouring into the clouds. The heat of it warmed Rhian’s hands as he gripped two intact, smooth edges and leaned over the side of the coffin.

He gazed at you for a while, ignoring the purple streaks licking at his coat sleeves.

“Beloved” he whispered. “Open your eyes.”

He touched his lips lightly to yours, noses rubbing, breath stealing inside you. He eased back, waiting. It didn’t take long, and his breath shook as your eyes flickered open to meet his. The barest smile graced your lips and the bright glow of your magic faded away.

“Rhian” you murmured, touching the pad of your thumb to his bottom lip. “I -”

He pulled you up, into his arms, smothering your ‘I love you’ in his shoulder. You smiled and held on tight, feeling your heart begin to beat once more.

Tagging: @elizabeth-karenina​

[stray-kaz]

The Storian’s Favour : a Rhian Mistral x f!reader oneshot

Summary: Rhian catches you in his private library with a very good, albeit strange reason for being there.

Rhian was your friend, but you still didn’t think you were allowed in here. But you heard the books calling out to you, heard the rustle of pages and the whisper of soft words speaking of tales already told, lives lived and passed. You told yourself that you needed to be in here, that the stories were desperate to be read, but you tasted the lie even as you thought it. And Rhian always knew when you weren’t being completely honest with him.

You closed the door at your back and looked around the library. It was perfectly quiet, except for the soft susurration of the Storian scratching across a page of the newest fairytale in the furthest corner of the room. You watched it cautiously for a few lengthy seconds, wary. Rhian had told you of its furious mood changes and painfully accurate stabbing of its fine tipped nib. But the pen carried on, seemingly oblivious to your presence in its sacred space.

You stepped further into the private library and moved to the closest shelf, reaching out with surprisingly steady fingers for the book that was calling the loudest, its soft whispers growing to a shout as you grew nearer, until it finally went silent as you plucked it from its home. You sat down cross legged on the floor, back to the shelves, and opened the book, flipping gently to its beginning.

That was where Rhian found you, three hours later, the sun extending its rays to caress golden over your skin, books piled around you like a paper fortress. You didn’t hear the door open or close, so engrossed were you in the story you were almost at the end of. And then he cleared his throat quietly and you lurched to your feet, staggering a little on slightly numbed legs after sitting so long. Rhian steadied you, then snagged the book out of your hand and set it on top of the third pile, looking at you with raised eyebrows.

“I’m sorry, Rhian, I know this place is just yours and Rafal’s, but I could hear the books and - “

He held up a hand and stared at you, surprised.

“You heard the books?” he asked, eyes wide behind his spectacles.

You nodded.

“I know it sounds ridiculous, Rhian, but it’s true. Trust me, I considered lying about it.”

“Trust you, you considered lying?”

He laughed and you rolled your eyes, acknowledging how stupid that sounded, too. You watched as his smile faded slightly, his warm eyes casting over to where the Storian hovered over the latest tome.

“The pen didn’t...do anything?” he queried, puzzled.

You shook your head.

“No. It just kept writing. Completely ignored me. Odd, isn’t it?”

Rhian rubbed at his chin, musing, gaze clouding over slightly.

“Odd” he murmured.

You bent to return each of the books to its correct place on the shelves; Rhian watched you, surprised all over again that you remembered the exact home of each. You turned to him when he quietly said your name, his fingertips ghosting over the fine bones of your wrist. You couldn’t push off the shiver that followed his gentle touch.

“If you hear them again, come back” he said quietly. “They’ll still be here.”

You nodded without a word and reluctantly pulled away from his hand to leave, Rhian watching you go with his mind awhirl.

The books called you back time and again, and each time, Rhian was there already, sat on the floor reading. He looked at home there, more at ease than he ever did pacing the halls of the School for Good, keeping an eye out for snogging teenagers and others breaking the rules.

This time, you sat right next to him, your thigh pressed to his, bare skin against smooth trousers; it was too hot outside for you to wear pants, but Rhian appeared unbothered by the heat.

A single pearl of sweat rolled from his hairline and he swiped it away, all too aware of the warmth of you through his clothes. He handed you the book you hadn’t finished last time and you settled to the words, the story’s incessant whispering quieting in your mind to the softest irritation.

The sun pouring in through the high paned window proved too much. You didn’t look, but felt Rhian shifting around on the floor until he could slide out of his long coat and toss it aside, leaving him in a sleeveless waistcoat and cravat; his lean arms were bare. He brushed your equally naked shoulder as he settled back to his book and you would have sworn your heart stopped for a second.

Before you could concentrate again, you caught movement from the corner of the library. The Storian had spun in midair, away from its story, and was aimed right at you, its bright feather cocked. As you watched, it shifted an inch and made a sharp jabbing motion at Rhian. Then, your eyes widening in something like awe, it drew in the air, a detailed image of you crowding Rhian against the bookshelves, your lips to his.

“Um, Rhian?”

“Mmm?”

He raised his eyes to yours, then followed your wide gaze to the portrait hanging in thin air. 

“It’s p-probably the heat getting to it” he stammered, reaching up to tug at the cravat knotted at his throat.

“Rhian...” you murmured, and he looked at you again, waiting, holding his breath. “Do you want to kiss me?”

He swallowed, and the cravat knot bobbed with the sharp movement.

“Yes?”

You raised an eyebrow.

“Is that a question?”

Rhian shook his head.

“No, it isn’t.”

You glanced at the Storian and then placed your book on the floor; Rhian’s was already out of his hands. He watched as you shifted position to ease down over him and settle in his lap, one hand braced on his shoulder while the other grasped the silken knot guarding his throat. You pulled and his mouth landed on yours with a gasp caught between you.

If anyone walked in, they would see two identical pictures in the library, one hanging and motionless, the other very much alive, throbbing with magic and burning in the sun.

Tagging: @elizabeth-karenina​

[stray-kaz]

So...anyone want to attend the Snow Ball with Rhian Mistral?

🤔

Side note: of COURSE Kit suits glasses.

[stray-kaz]

Back from the Brink : a Rhian Mistral x f!reader oneshot

Summary: Neverland attacks. Rhian and Rafal defend.

Warnings: Completely not book canon. Poetic license on the evil Peter Pan idea.

The ship arrived in the pitch black of night, using the inky shadows as disguise. The stars winked out one by one, sucked into the void in the ship’s wake, and this stunning absence of light stirred you almost awake, rolling to meet cold sheets on the other side. You opened your eyes to nothingness, the dream you had been having fading from memory.

You couldn’t see. You lit your finger glow and whispered a soft spell, and pale silver light spilled from it, just enough to illuminate the room you were in. Darkness crept in around the edges of the light, trying to snuff it out and almost succeeding. But you pushed at it and threw the covers away, dropping your feet to the floor and standing.

You dashed to the doorway and out into the hall, colliding with someone running the other way. Warm hands gripped at your elbows and your wavering light slowly picked out the details of Rhian’s familiar face. His round spectacles were gone, and you guessed he had fled his room without thinking about them.

“Rhian!” you exclaimed. “What is happening? Where’s Rafal?”

He shook his head, lips set in a grim line.

“I don’t know the answer to either of those questions.”

You frowned.

“But don’t you still share the tower?”

Rhian shook his head slowly, dark eyes in shadow.

“I wasn’t with him. I was on my way to -”

His words were cut off by a loud boom, and the resulting impact shook the floor beneath your feet and he caught you against his chest as you stumbled, your finger glow flickering out. You clutched at his shirt, wash softened cotton peeking out over the edge of his trousers; he must have been undressing for bed when the stars went out. Half the buttons were undone and his feet were bare.

“Rhian.”

The word was a rumble, a low burr that shook through you and rang in your head. You peered around him to see a familiar red glow eerily lighting the hall. You released him and stepped back, gently extracting his hands from your arms, where he still held onto you. He blinked, but before he could speak, Rafal arrived by his side, eyeing you closely. You knew that he knew how you felt about his twin, but for whatever reason, he chose to keep it to himself.

Rhian turned his head to look at his brother.

“What is it, Rafal?”

“Pan.”

A pulse ran through you and your finger glow flared bright, blinding silver, reflected in the brothers’ eyes. Rafal stared coldly at you, while Rhian’s gaze was cautious, concerned.

“He’s come for me” you whispered, horrified.

Rafal’s upper lip curled.

“He doesn’t have real magic, does he?” he asked.

“He has Neverland magic. He has fairies” you told him.

He sighed and rubbed at the space between his eyes, a phantom headache pressing behind his skull. Meanwhile, Rhian reached out across the space between you and took your hand, smoothing his thumb over the back of it.

“Remind me why she’s here, Rhian?” Rafal demanded, sounding exasperated and exhausted at the same time.

You bristled, but Rhian’s continued gentle ministrations calmed you as you met Rafal’s reddening gaze head on.

“Because I’m the best magical history teacher you’ve ever had” you said tersely.

“You are also a liability” Rafal snapped back. “The one and only lost girl in the Endless Woods. And Peter Pan wants you back. Or dead. Perhaps we should give him what he wants and he’ll leave us be.”

Rhian immediately stepped in front of you, angling his body as a shield against Rafal and glaring at him through the dark.

“We are not handing her over to Peter Pan. We will fight him, Rafal, and we will win” he declared firmly.

Rafal rolled his ruby eyes and gestured back along the hallway in the direction he’d come from.

“Well then, brother” he said coolly. “Shall we?”

The two schools leaned away from one another, cannon holes smoking in the mortar and glass. Pan’s ship listed drunkenly in the air, the fairy dust running low. It, too, was looking worse for wear, riddled with spells and magic blasts.

The air was filled with the frantic sounds of panting, screaming and spell casting as students and teachers fought or fled.

You and the twins had chased Pan to the area where they sparred together, coming up on a sheer cliff drop. The brothers were spread out to either side of you, power rippling off them in electrical surges. You were exhausted, bitten and scratched by fairies and mocked by Pan. Your magic felt stretched taut, your finger glow quivering with every breath drawn.

Rafal and Pan were probably right, you were just a lost girl looking for a home. You thought you had found one here, but maybe it was all just a dream.

One step and then a second, your feet moved you inexorably towards Pan. You heard two voices shouting your name as the sounds of tiny beating wings filled your ears. Fairies were pulling you, dragging you towards Peter Pan. He was going to take you back to Neverland; he was going to kill you there.

Peter Pan raised a single, beckoning finger, his mocking eyes bright.

“Time to go home, little lost girl!” he laughed.

You were too tired to fight. The fairies were bringing you closer and closer to your ending.

“She is home.”

Rhian’s voice speared through your chest as blue fire blazed from his palms, slammed into Pan, blasted his shadow apart, and knocked him clean off the cliff. The rocks below fed on his screams and broke his bones.

The fairies fled as Rhian approached you, magic stained fingers reaching out to take hold of yours.

“You are home” he said, smiling down at you.

You smiled wearily back, allowing his hand to grasp firmly at yours. Suddenly, his presence and his hand in yours provided the smallest of comforts.

Until he was torn from you and tossed over the edge, fairies shrieking in his wake.

There was an anguished roar from behind you, a flash of red light, and the fairies fell onto the dirt. Initial shock broken, you yelled and scrambled to the cliff’s edge, gripping at pebbles and roots with your fingertips. You heard Rafal drop to his knees beside you and gaze over, afraid to look but needing to see.

Rhian lay still on a ledge seven or eight feet down, his head to one side. He could have almost been asleep.

You shoved yourself to your feet and looked down at Rafal.

“Lower me down” you ordered.

He tilted his head back and stared at you.

“What?”

“My magic’s done for the night. Lower me down there, Rafal. Do it now.”

Rafal stood shakily, muttered strange words into the air and two lithe, writhing red ropes of fire wrapped around your waist, cinched tight and lifted you into the air. He lowered you slowly, even gently for Rafal, until your feet touched the stone and you fell to your knees next to Rhian, running your trembling hands over his face and chest. There was nothing, no fine pulse, no bass beat of his heart.

“Beautiful Rhian” you said softly, reaching up to touch his hair, the fine bones above his closed eyes. “I wish I had told you...”

You stopped, trailing off to silence. What was stopping you now? Rafal could not hear you, and he knew anyway.

You leaned over Rhian again and gently held his face between your palms.

“Rhian, I love you” you murmured. “I have always loved you.”

Then without pause, you bent and lowered your head to press your lips against his, tasting the afterburn of faded magic and the coppery bite of blood. Seconds passed and you sat back on your heels, holding his hands, head down.

You had expected his skin to become cooler, but instead, heat bloomed and a pulse thrummed in each of his wrists. You heard your name and it was spoken too close to be Rafal. You raised your head to see Rhian blinking at you and trying to sit up. You ruined this attempt by hurling yourself into his arms, pressing a flurry of kisses all over his face. When you reached his nose, he managed to pull you away, just far enough to see your eyes.

“True Love’s Kiss” he murmured, then smiled as bright as the sun. “I love you, too.”

Tagging: @elizabeth-karenina​

[stray-kaz]

Bubbles : a Rhian Mistral x f!reader oneshot

(Just LOOK at HIM)!

Summary: Husband Rhian eases his pregnant wife’s discomfort with a bubble bath.

A/N: @elizabeth-karenina​ I blame you for this in the best way possible. I hope you enjoy this as much as the others.

Rhian glanced up as you eased your way into the chambers you shared, one hand braced in the middle of your back, the other under your hard, round stomach. He winced at the expression on your face and slid off the bed to hurry to you, replacing the hand on your back with one of his own.

“Ooh, love, you’re sore tonight?” he murmured, thumb stroking up and down.

You nodded, then gasped as a particularly hard kick jolted against your ribs. Rhian placed his other hand there quickly, unable to wipe the grin off his face as he felt it again. You watched his face, the play of emotions chasing across his expression. You lifted a hand to touch his cheek, and his warm eyes flicked to yours. You smiled at him.

“These babies are going to be so loved” you said, sliding your fingers into his hair.

You grinned when you felt him tense and then it was as if all his muscles went to liquid as he wrapped himself around you, burying his nose in your neck.

“We’re having twins?”

His words were muffled in your skin, but you heard and understood all the same.

“Yes. The seer in Good told me, in a roundabout way so she wouldn’t age for the truth.”

“Boys or girls? One of each?” Rhian pressed, eager for more information about his children.

You gave him a small, secretive smile and pulled away, heading for the ensuite.

“You’ll just have to wait and see, Headmaster” you said over your shoulder.

Rhian rolled his eyes and loped after you, confronted by the sight of you struggling to loosen the bow at the back of your dress. He stilled your hands under his fingertips and you turned your head to look up at him.

“Let me” he said quietly. “But first...the bath.”

He inched around you to turn on the taps, hot and cold water gushing into the ancient, round clawfoot tub out of gold plated taps. While you waited, Rhian poured a generous amount of your favourite scented bubble bath mixture into the water and then came around behind you to untie the bow and slide the dress off your shoulders. He sucked in a breath at the sight of you in only underwear and nothing else, too sore even to wear a bra during the day.

You raised your eyebrows, suddenly finding yourself fighting burning tears.

“What?” you asked defensively. “I’m not what you expected, Rhian? Am I not up to par anymore?”

As he stared back at you, looking like you’d just slapped him, you knew that you were speaking out of turn and he wasn’t thinking that at all, but you still couldn’t help it as the tears spilled over and streaked down your cheeks, dripping down and splashing onto your breasts.

Rhian swiped at the tears with his thumbs and cupped your face in his hands, shaking his head firmly at you.

“Nonsense” he said gently. “You are exactly what I expect. You are just as beautiful as you were the first time I saw you. You are nothing less than perfect.”

You reached up to wrap your arms around his neck, and he ducked to kiss you, soft and sweet, his hands now sweeping slowly over your bare back. When he pulled away, he leaned around you to turn off the taps and tested the water, flicking his fingers free of water droplets.

“All ready for you” he announced, dropping a kiss on your forehead. “Want some help?”

You nodded, wriggled out of your underwear, and accepted his hands as he helped you ease down into the bathtub, bubbles popping all around you and filling your nose with the scent of the nighttime sky in summer. Rhian turned to go, but you grabbed his hand, tugging him back.

“Hmm?” he said, raising an eyebrow at you.

“Join me?” you asked, hopeful.

He smirked, and the sight sent a taut flurry of butterflies through your belly.

“I can think of nothing else I would rather do, my lady” he teased, and his fingers went to the top button on his shirt.

He watched your face as you watched him undress, your gaze hungrily drinking in every inch of bare brown skin revealed to it. He bit his lip when he finally stood naked before you, and you finally lifted your eyes back to his face, curious as to why he was waiting.

“You know, this far along, it hurts you to, you know” Rhian reminded you, waving a hand idly in the air between you both.

You made grabbing motions at him with both hands.

“I know, Rhian, but that doesn’t mean I can’t enjoy the view.”

He snorted and climbed in behind you, easing down until you were comfortably positioned between his legs, back against his warm chest. He reached around you and fiddled with your fingers, sliding bubbles up and down your ring finger and admiring the gleaming silver rings he had put there nine months ago.

You sighed, closing your eyes and nestling further backwards.

“I adore you, Rhian” you mumbled, sleepy. “And so will these girls of yours.”

Behind you, Rhian smiled, pressed his kiss into your hair and closed his eyes.

[harmonyverendez]

Being Rhian And Rafal's Sister or Brother Would Include ( School For Good And Evil )

TW: May Be Mentions of Past! Violence

Fandom: School For Good And Evil

Summary: Y/N ( You / Reader ) is the younger sister / Brother or triplet of Rhian and Rafal, and the rest is history.

Rhian & Rafal ( Female! Reader Sister )

• If you were 1 -3 years younger, you would be more close to Rhian, he would be the brother you would go to first. He understood you the most, where Rafal was... To say more challenging?.

• If you were their triplet sister, then both would be your number one since all three of you were born on the same day.

• Then Rafal would be your partner in crime, whenever you would be vengeful, he would come to your aid.

• Either way Rafal would always tries to challenge you. It wasn't until you three were older, his threats would mean different.

Rhian - Sister Reader

• If Rhian was your favorite brother, then you would grow up to be calm, patient, and warm.

• You were an ever girl to some. Always dress nice, and smell pleasant. You were every female dream and every male desire.

• Then come the time when both Rhian and Rafal were selected to be the school masters of both school.

• You were happy but sad at the same time. You didn't have a chance to see them as often.

• But when both had free time, it wasn't long.

“ You have to understand we are very, very busy”.

“ Not busy enough to see your sister?!”.

“ Yes, Hon. I'm sorry. But in life,, you can't always be underneath us”.

“ F"ck you ”.

“ Ugh”.

• Always at the library, learning new things and getting smarter and smarter.

• Volunteer to work at the school, and become either a dean or Teacher.

• In the end, it was okay... Until.

Rafal - Sister Reader

• Let's see Rafal and your relationship will be different. He is not Rhian, Nor does he want to be.

• The relationship between you and Rafal is... Strained in some way.

• He is all about Revenge, killing, Crime, and just evil.

• but if you needed help in some way. He would be there for you.

• Offer to kill someone? Done, he'll do it without hesitation.

• Hurt someone? Done, he'll do it without hesitation.

• Prank? Done, he'll do it without hesitation.

• You would always braid his hair ( What was left of it anyway )

• He would be uncomfortable with affection, since it's weakness.

• But for you? He'll make it do.

• Always up for dueling with him.

• Somehow you would always win.

• Him hating every bit of it. Even if you rub it in his face.

• And Rafal would always love you... Even if he doesn't show it or just make excuses for it.

Rhian And Rafal ( Male Brother! Reader! )

• Hating them growing up.

• Rhian was okay.

• Rafal was too competitive.

• You were somehow half Good and Evil.

• So you didnt fit in either schools.

• but somehow you ended up in -

• Evil Or Good School ( Your Choice )

• You work at the school with both brothers.

• Somehow feeling left out. But in a way, it was your fault.

• Growing up, you use to always bully and beat up your brothers.

• Especially Rafal.

• Rough playing with them both and always win with any games you offer or they offer.

• Rhian would understand and laugh it off. But Rafal? He would make it a challenge ( in a playful way )

• Students at the school.

“ Professor Mistral? Or L/N how are you this morning?”.

“ I'm doing good, [ Student Name ] thank you for asking ”.

• Loving the school and always trying your best to make sure everything goes well.

• That wasn't until Rafal killed your Brother Rhian that day that change your world for the worst.

• Skeptical of him since then.

• Not really liking him or disliking him after that.

• Your relationship was different after that.

• Rafal was pure evil...and you were not.

• You still had a good side to you.

• On the day of his death. You would always visit his grave.

• Welcoming Agatha and Sophie inside the school.

• it wasn't until you saw how your brother change after Sophie.

• Your view changed

• But then the Storian spoke.

• And you knew it was all over.

• You had no choice but to help defend the school.

• It was in your nature.

• It all worked out in the end.

.

Any other ideas anyone wants to see with Rafal or Rhian?

Just tell me and I'll be happy to write it for you.

Thank you for reading!

Mwah!

- Aaliyah / Harmony

[bakerstreethound]

So...instead of continuing more of the kinktober I'm so behind on, my brain decided to continue creating more School for Good and Evil fics and headcanons for Rafal and Rhian played by Kit Young

[harmonyverendez]

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

[stray-kaz]

Masterlist

Fandom works! So much here...

All reader inserts are female.

Marvel

Bucky Barnes

T.L.C.

Girl Dad

Reds and Whites

Not Even a Candle

Reparations - 18+

Prologue   One   Two   Three   Four

Snow & Ice - 18+

One   Two   Three   Four   Five   Six   Seven   Eight   Nine   Ten   Eleven   Twelve   Thirteen

Frank Castle

Kiss Cam

A Touch of Crazy

Brothers In Arms

Frank Castle x Family headcanons

Nobody Puts Baby in a Corner

Time and Time and Time Again - 18+

A Baby Shower for Frankie

Two Pink Lines

Two to Tango - 18+

Baby Talk

Paper Ring

Blooded

The Opposite of Soft - 18+

Gone Off Half Cocked - 18+

Butterflies On Fire

A Stitch in Time

Look Where You’re Going

I Do

Matt Murdock

On Blind Faith - 18+

ONE   TWO   THREE   FOUR   FIVE   SIX   SEVEN   EIGHT   NINE   TEN

Headcanons

Steve Rogers

I Love You, But... - 18+

Shadow and Bone

Jesper Fahey

A Better Distraction - 18+ - Completed

One   Two   Three   Four   Five   Six   Seven   Eight   Nine   Ten   Eleven Twelve

Kiss & Tell

A Good Shot

Ruse

Little Lantsov

An Unexpected Prince - sequel to Little Lantsov

Tender

Trigger

Swap With Me - 18+

He’s A Criminal and He’s Mine

Safe Inside, Out of the Rain

Laundry Day

The Law of Loss

You’re The Reason I Hate Champagne

There Goes My Life - An Assortment

One Two Three Four Five Six

Mal Oretsev

Twice Wounded - sorta 18+

Nikolai Lantsov

Patched - 18+

All Patched Up - 18+ - sequel to Patched

Monkey in the Air

Daddy and The Fox

To Be His Queen - 18+

Kaz Brekker

Stray - request prompt

A Murder of Crows - Miniseries

Part One Part Two

Memento Mori - request prompt

Green - request prompt

Love is a Battlefield

Set, Charge, Boom

The Magpie Verses - Completed

Take Off The Mask , Caught , The Crow and The Magpie , Unmasked

Aleksander Morozova

Trouble Just Walked In - sorta 18+

Matthias Helvar

Scrubbed Clean

Tolya Yul-Bataar

Awoken

Top Gun: Maverick

Bob Floyd

A Soft Landing - 18+

Red Flag Week

Baby. On. Board.

Jake Seresin

Out of Bounds I, II, III, IV, V, VI - 18+

Bradley Bradshaw

Jukebox Jive

Lockwood and Co.

George Karim

Death and Doughnuts

A Personal Experiment - 18+

Stuck in the Middle With You - 18+ - requested

Oh Dear Baby - fic idea from @the-biscuit-agreement​

Oh How Time Flies - sequel to Oh Dear Baby​

Ghosts I Get, People Are Crazy

Anthony Lockwood

Between a Tree and a Lockwood - sorta 18+

Honey, I’m Home - 18+

Delirium

His Mistake

The Invitation

Walt de Ville

The Flower and The Serpent - 18+

one    two   three   four   five   six   seven   eight   nine   ten

Little Women (2019)

Laurie

Sugar & Spice - 18+

one

two

Zombies (Disney)

Zed Necrodopolis

Awkward Question

Betwixt

Midnight Resolution - 18+

Leo Grande

Three Day Hire - 18+

One   Two   Three   Four   Five   Six   Seven

A Very Grande Christmas

Austin!Elvis

Sky High

The School for Good and Evil

Rafal Mistral

The Sky Is Falling

Mirror, Mirror, On The Wall

Under The Blood Moon - 18+

The Heirloom and The Heir

Evil, Be Mine

You Shall Be Loved

Rhian Mistral

The Storian’s Favour

Back from the Brink

Bubbles

To Sleep and Not To Wake

Ben Hardy Characters

Billy / Four

Hold Me Close, Don’t Let Go - 18+

The Witcher

Istredd

Chasing Fire - 18+

One Piece Live Action

Roronoa Zoro

Buoyant

A Book and A Nap

Starless - 18+

First Kiss, Last Kiss

Keeping Watch - 18+

Double The Bounty - 18+ - Part One  Part Two

Sanji

Tall Blond Pacifier

Sand and Stars

Wind and Rain - 18+

Monkey D. Luffy

First Blushes

Usopp

In The Moment

OPLA Men

Dance With Me

Christmas Drabbles 2023

Scent of Pine - Shanks

Neatly Tied With A Bow - Mihawk

Sugar, Spice and Everything Nice - Sanji

The Perfect Excuse - Zoro

Fullmetal Alchemist

Edward Elric

Happy Birthday To You

Rest and Recuperation - 18+

Tale of the Nine Tailed

Lee Yeon

Need - 18+

Sweet Home

Cha Hyun-su

Sunshine Part One - 17+

Let Me Do It

A Shop For Killers

Jeong Jin-man

Breathing

Time - 18+

Misc.

Ready or Not - 18+

[stray-kaz]

Under The Blood Moon : a Rafal Mistral x f!reader oneshot

Summary: Reader is enticed into joining Rafal for a midnight swim under the yearly harvest blood moon, when his power is at its peak.

A/N: All I will say is that this was meant to be a simple drabble.

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The red harvest moon was settled low in the sky, casting a bloody glow on the lake. Its reflected light shone redly on the tall figure picking its way down to the edge of the water.

You watched Rafal from your window, curious. Rhian was usually the swimmer; what was he doing? And then, as if your thought had been heard, Rafal turned and raised his eyes to your bedroom window. Even at this distance, you caught the flash of his smile as he beckoned, then shrugged out of his heavy coat, allowing it to drop off his naked shoulders and onto the dewy grass.

You stepped back from the window and left your room, winding through the Good school before coming out on the long sloping lawn that led down to the lake.

“Rafal, what are you doing?”

He turned his head a fraction, only enough to glance at you and offer a knee buckling smile.

“What does it look like, pretty girl? I’m going for a swim.”

You raised an eyebrow, the night breeze teasing at your hair.

“So what am I doing here then?” you asked.

Rafal loosened his pants and pushed them down to join his coat on the grass. You turned away with burning cheeks as his smile returned, gaze fixed on your mouth as your teeth bit into your bottom lip.

“That is a question only you can answer, love” he told you, before turning and diving into the water, knifing through it and leaving no trace of its disturbance.

You stared at the lake, the image of his sleek moonlit skin branded behind your eyes. Then Rafal’s head and shoulders broke the surface, water dripping into his eyes.

“I’m waiting for your answer” he said, his voice cutting cleanly through the air to you.

Before you could hesitate to think too hard about it, you pulled your camisole over your head and then worked your underwear down your thighs and off over your feet, your bare toes curling in the damp grass.

All the while, Rafal watched the moonlight halo your body, lighting you up from head to toe. Seeing you limned in red fire caught at something low in him, tugging and primitive. He glanced up towards the moon, felt the ancient magical pull, sensed his power flooding in response to it.

Rafal murmured your name and your gaze was pulled to him, to see him stretching out a hand toward you. You moved into the lake, the cool water lapping at your suddenly burning skin, the need to touch him now all consuming you. He watched as the water rose up your body, swallowing it in waves and lapping at your navel.

By the Storian, you were beautiful. His fingers itched to touch you, to stroke your skin, perhaps stoke a fire in your belly similar to his own.

“Rafal?”

He snapped back into his mind at the sound of his name on your lips and saw that you were now right in front of him, mere inches away, your pupils enlarged to match his. He reached out to gently grasp your chin, pressing the pad of his thumb past your lips to tug the lower one down, your teeth nipping it as you spoke.

“What is this...feeling?” you asked, gazing up at him as his other fingers tightened on your chin.

Rafal smiled lazily.

“It’s the blood moon” he answered. “It shifts the tides of water and man. But if you feel unsafe, by all means, go back to your bed. I will not stop you.”

You slowly shook your head and reached up to thread your fingers through his, pulling his hand down away from your face.

“I don’t want to go back to my bed” you told him quietly. “You know I have never felt unsafe with you.”

One elegant eyebrow rose.

“Has it been a while that you’ve been in love with me?” he asked.

Flames licked at your skin from the inside, the coolness of the water trying to keep the heat at bay.

“A while” you said shyly, glancing down at the water moving between you.

“But you’re Good” Rafal teased. And I am -”

“Not” you finished for him. “That doesn’t stop the ache I feel.”

A wicked red glint made Rafal’s eyes glow the same shade as the moon and you gasped a shaky exhale as he dipped a hand into the water and delved two fingers between your legs.

“Right here?” he murmured, eyes locked on yours.

You swallowed hard, let go of his other hand and reached up to grab onto his shoulders, your legs parting instinctively for his questing fingers.

“There’s a good girl” he said softly, pressing firmly inside.

You whimpered, dropped your forehead against his chest and felt his heat bloom over you, searing down to your toes and settling with an almost painful throb right where his fingers were.

“Raf” you groaned, starting to rock down onto his hand, lake water frothing around you, tipped with red.

“Yes?”

He wouldn’t admit it to anyone else who asked, but the way you said his name, any form of it, sent a spike of need right between his own legs, and if he hadn’t been aching before, he was now.

“This isn’t it, is it? Kill me now, if it is.”

The last word barely left your mouth before Rafal had covered it with his own, swallowing your answering mewl as he shifted closer in the water and pressed his arousal against your belly. You lowered your hands to his back, pushing him further forward so that your chest pressed hard to his, his damp skin dragging over your nipples.

Rafal’s hips jerked and you felt him slide silky and hot over your too warm skin. He kissed like a starving man, pulling with his teeth and soothing the sharp stings with the tip of his tongue, his free hand anchoring in your hair, pulling at the roots.

The moon glowed brighter and Rafal pulled away, panting, head tipped back to stare up at it. When he looked at you again, kiss bitten and trembling, he wrapped his hands gently around the base of your throat to get your attention, his thumbs rising to stroke the underside of your jaw.

“The moon is at its peak” he breathed, panting harshly. “For you I will do anything, princess. I will even stop and carry on pretending. But I can make tonight the best night of your life if you’ll let me. Do you want me now?”

You nodded, breathing hard just before he kissed you again, grabbed a firm hold of you and lifted you into the air, water silvering as it sluiced off your body. You had just enough time to marvel at his strength before he pulled you back down and angled himself deep inside you. You cried out, sinking your teeth into his bottom lip.

Rafal shuddered as you cinched around him, muscles contracting to keep him. The moon shone a blinding red glow onto your body, the light bleeding from your skin onto Rafal’s. It sank in and his smooth skin was illumined from inside.

His eyes opened and glowed, drinking in the sight of your half shut eyes and loose jaw. He hadn’t started to move yet, but he could feel you beginning to shatter already.

“You feel it, don’t you?” he murmured low, long fingers pressing bruises into the flesh on your hips.

You dragged your eyes open all the way and he grinned at you, utterly feral and drunk on the power pulsing through him.

“Good girl” he purred.

Rafal adjusted his grip on you and struck a space inside you that had never been touched. Your eyes rolled back and you wrapped your legs tighter around Rafal’s hips, grinding down against him. Your nails bit into his shoulder blades and he hissed, bucking his hips and driving ever deeper.

Your yelp of surprise as he started to walk with you turned into a moan when he kissed you again, his mouth moving open and hot over yours.

Rafal carried you to the bank, eased you onto your back on the grass, and began to move with purpose, his feet still in the water. With each drag of him inside you, he shunted you further away from the lake’s edge, your thighs hugging his hips, your back drenched in dew and your breasts in residual magic. It rolled off him in waves, gilding your skin a fine shade of rose.

His grin was fierce as he looked down upon you, wholly enthralled and at his whim. He reached deeper within himself, tugged at his unspooling magic, and pushed harder into you, his ruby eyes rolling back as your own magic started to seep out, clouding around you both in a mist of pink. You had lost control and your power was magnifying his, your hips rising every thrust to meet with his.

If Rafal had known joining with you would break the glass ceiling on his magic, he would have wooed you much earlier than the blood moon. Even in the primal mess of his current mind, he knew it was pragmatic to think such a thing, but seeing you writhe beneath him also landed a stunning blow to his heart and he knew that he couldn’t walk away from you after tonight. His body would never forgive him.

“Raf?”

“Yes?”

The one word was clipped short as sweat dripped off the tip of his nose and he bared his teeth with the effort of not finishing until you had. You wrapped a hand around the back of his neck to draw him down and press your lips to his, breathing some of your magic into him. Rafal’s heart thundered and he knew he was coming undone in seconds’ time. He reached between your damp bodies and swiped the pad of his thumb between your legs, felt you tense and turn pliable, slumping against the grassy bank and teasing your fingers through his hair as he rode out the pleasure searing through his veins and bursting behind his eyelids.

He reared forward and rested on top of you, vaguely aware of your nose nudging against his collarbone and your breath fanning over his hot skin.

“I’m glad I didn’t go back to my bed” you mumbled, tipping your head to press a kiss to the base of his throat.

Rafal laughed and moved to stretch out next to you, the fingers of one hand tracing whirling patterns around your belly button. He glanced up as the moon started to wane, its surface returning to its usual milky white. The glow in his eyes faded as he looked at you. 

“Best night of your life, princess?” he asked, still breathing heavily.

You leaned up on an elbow to face him, the urge to kiss him palpable in your very fingertips.

“That depends” you murmured slowly, and he raised an eyebrow.

“On what?”

In spite of himself, Rafal was curious. What were your conditions?

“If you’ll stay?”

You gave in to the desire to touch him again, hooked a leg over his and straddled him, leaning down to map a trail of soft, yearning kisses up the taut column of his throat. You felt his breath hitch as a decision was made.

The moon may have changed, but he wasn’t done with you yet.

Tagging: @elizabeth-karenina​

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-> ships

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character list

keeper of the lost cities

sophie foster, dex dizznee, fitz vacker, keefe sencen, biana vacker, marella redek, maruca chebota, tam song, linh song, wylie endal, jensi babblos, stina heks, elwin hesledge

chronicles of narnia

peter pevensie, edmund pevensie, susan pevensie, lucy pevensie, caspian

riordanverse

percy jackson, annabeth chase, grover underwood, jason grace, piper mclean, leo valdez, hazel levesque, frank zhang, nico di angelo, will solace, reyna arellano, rachel dare, travis stoll, connor stoll, thalia grace, magnus chase, alex fierro, carter kane, sadie kane

harry potter

harry potter, ron weasley, hermione granger, neville longbottom, luna lovegood, ginny weasley, fred weasley, george weasley, sirius black, james potter, remus lupin, mary macdonald, marlene mckinnon, lily evans, dorcas meadows, regulus black, barty crouch jr, narcissa black, andromeda black, bellatrix lestrange

ride the cyclone

ocean o’connell rosenberg, noel gruber, mischa bachinski, ricky potts, jane doe/penny lamb, constance blackwood

shadow and bone

alina starkov, malyen oretsev, genya safin, zoya nazyalensky, david kostyk, tamaar & tolya, nikolai lantsov

six of crows

kaz brekker, inej ghafa, jesper fahey, nina zenik, wylan van eck, matthias helvar

the outsiders

ponyboy curtis, johnny cade, sodapop curtis, darry curtis, steve randall, twobit matthews, dallas winston, cherry valance

the hunger games

katniss everdeen, peeta mellark, finnick odair, johanna mason, cinna, effie trinket

it (2017)

bill denbrough, eddie kaspbrak, richie tozier, stan uris, beverly marsh, ben hanscom, mike hanlon

the school for good and evil

agatha, sophie, tedros, hort, hester, anadil, dot, nicola, rhian mistral, rafal mistral, clarissa dovey, leonora lesso

the land of stories

connor bailey, alex bailey, red riding hood, jack, goldilocks

scooby doo

shaggy rogers, fred jones, daphne blake, velma dinkley, thorn, dusk, luna

little women

jo march, amy march, beth march, meg march, laurie

dracula

dracula, lucy westenra, arthur holmwood, john seward, mina harker, abraham van helsing, renfield, quincey morris, jonathan harker

frankenstein

victor frankenstein, elizabeth lavenza, henry clerval, adam frankenstein, justine mortiz, ernest frankenstein, the bride

dr jekyll and mr hyde

henry jekyll, edward hyde, richard enfield, gabriel utterson, hastie lanyon, lucy harris

phantom of the opera

christine daaé, erik destler, raoul de chagney, meg giry, carlotta giudicelli

a good girls guide to murder

pippa fitz-amobi, ravi singh, naomi ward, cara ward, connor reynolds, jamie reynolds, nat da silva

the mighty ducks

charlie conway, adam banks, lester averman, guy germaine, connie moreau, fulton reed, dean portman, julie gaffney, ken wu, luis mendoza, dwayne robertson

monster high

frankie stein, draculaura, clawdeen wolf, cleo de nile, abbey bominable, ghoulia yelps, operetta, rochelle goyle, spectra vondergeist, elissabat, clawd wolf, deuce gorgon, heath burns, jackson jekyll, holt hyde, kieran valentine

the powerpuff girls

blossom utonium, bubbles utonium, buttercup utonium, brick jojo, boomer jojo, butch jojo

david bowie

david bowie, ziggy stardust, jareth, thomas jerome newton, celliers

sweeney todd

sweeney todd, anthony hope, mrs lovett, johanna todd

the rosewood chronicles

lottie pumpkin, ellie wolf, jamie volk, ollie moreno, raphael wilcox, anastacia alcroft leblanc, saskia san martin, lola tomkins, mickey tomkins, binah fae

hairspray

corny collins, link larkin, amber von tussle, tracey turnblad, penny pingleton, seaweed j. stubbs

attack on titan

eren yeager, mikasa ackerman, armin arlert, jean kirstein, sasha braus, connie springer, annie leonhardt, bertholdt hoover, reiner braun, hange zoe, levi ackerman, erwin smith, colt grice, niccolo, yelena, onyakopon, zeke yeager

daisy jones and the six

daisy jones, billy dunne, graham dunne, karen sirko, warren rhodes, pete loving/roundtree, eddie loving/roundtree, camila dunne, simone jackson

miscellaneous characters

sarah williams, bernard the elf, rodrick heffley, varian, lisa frankenstein, the creature (lisa frankenstein)