“Was this not what you wanted?” Rafael asked as he approached the bed, shirt off and revealing his lean, chiseled torso that was covered in a dusting of hair. “Don’t act like this isn’t what you planned, carino. You flaunt, you tease, and now that we are here, you try to act innocent.” Taking a step closer, the son of Aphrodite let a finger brush the other’s jawline. “But we both know you aren’t innocent, don’t we?”
The games may have been over with, but that didn’t mean that the son of Aphrodite couldn’t play. With a blunt in his hand, thanks to the magical prowess of the children of Demeter, he looked down at the cards in his hands as he contemplated his next move and took a slow drag, feeling the smoke enter his lungs. God, was he glad that he tapped into his powers, glad that the substances of his youth did not affect him as much as they once had. Exhaling through his nose, Rafael lifted his head and arched a brow as he looked at the other male.
“So? Shall we make this strip poker, or are you too afraid to be caught half-naked around me?”
“To gain something” lent itself so well as a sequel to this little comic that I had to go with that one. Thank you for the great prompt! I got a little carried away with the response to this one, so it continues under a cut 😅
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ALTOh! And as for the ship name… Rafelix? Except that sounds like “raw Felix”, which is maybe awful or fitting. Felafi? I’ll have to think about it 😂
Trying to make an oc “map” of my OCS that I play with the most rn, ig.
These characters start off with the first group of 6 men, in 1914, and follows along Mirna’s son Radomir, or ‘Raf’, as he joins the American air force in WWII to fight in the European Theatre, in a b-17 bomber.
After the Great War is declared, Medomir and Mirna, being Serbians in Germany, try to escape the country. Josef uses whatever influence he has to help them get on a boat to the US, but Medomir ultimately gets killed by German police as he tries to buy time for his wife to flee. A single mother with twins, life in America was brutal, but it doesn’t crush her.
Mirna manages to raise two healthy, smart and strong boys. But Rafael might discover a sleeping magic he’s always had at the worst possible time…
The games had been lost, and while Rafael didn’t particularly care one way or another, what he did care about was the fact that someone had managed to shove him into the mud and completely ruin the suit he had worn. He hadn’t even been participating in the games when it happened, instead choosing to be a bystander that day, and yet he still managed to get absolutely caked in mud. He was quick to head to the bath houses, finding one of the showers to wash himself in.
Arms moved to rest above his head, pressed against the marbled wall of the bathhouse, when he heard footsteps echoing his way. “This shower is occupied,” Rafael stated, not even bothering to look behind him as the water cascaded down his body, cock already half-hard as it hung between his legs. “So unless you plan to get on your knees and suck my cock, I would suggest you find another stall.”
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So many options for this one… But I felt like Rafi needed to have the upper hand for once (no pun intended), so I decided to skip ahead in the timeline quite a ways, when Rafi is possessed by his so-called higher power, and after Felix has had his tragic accident with a lawnmower (named Dolores). Thank you for the prompt!
| CW: anxiety
| characters: Lance, Rafael, Killian, Fern
Rafael
Lance clapped as he laughed. He sat on the bed in between us, his brown curls falling into his face. Killian kept rolling him a ball as he told me about his escapades as captain in the war.
“So within a day, we fought at the western border and then made our way down to the—“
A knock cut him off. He rolled his eyes and stood. I smiled as I watched him walk to the door. I scooped Lance into my arms and planted a kiss on the top of his head. He giggled and snuggled into me. I looked up to see who had knocked, but Killian was ready closing the door. He had a small envelope in his hands.
“Who was it?”
“Just a maid.” He tore the envelope open and unfolded the small white paper within it. His smile dropped and his face paled.
“I have to go.” He grabbed his jacket and pulled it on.
“What?” I frowned. His body language was tense and defensive. “What’s wrong?”
“I’m needed somewhere.” He came over to the edge of the bed and kissed his son. He then cupped my face and told me, “I love you, Rafael. Nothing will ever change that.”
He kissed me and then he was gone. I sat there, supremely confused at what had just happened. That had never happened before. And if it was a military meeting, wouldn’t he have told me?
I shook my head, forcing myself to think that it was nothing.
Then I realized he had dropped the note. I set Lance down in the middle of the bed, and stood. That small piece of paper seemed so daunting. I walked over to it and picked it up. My breath stopped when I saw what was inside. And I felt my body start shaking when I realized I knew the handwriting.
I want you. Now.
I shoved the paper into my pocket and grabbed Lance. Before he could realize what was happening I was already running through the halls with him in my arms. I turned a corner and ran into Fern.
“Stars above, Rafael!” She threw her hands up. “What on earth are you doing?”
I shoved Lance into her arms, “please watch him for a while.”
She cradled the boy, concern filling her face. She reached out and grabbed my hand, “tell me what is happening.”
“I do not know,” I struggled to catch my breath. “But I need to know which wing of the castle my parents are in.”
Fern shifted Lance in her arms, frowning, “they’re not staying in the castle.”
“What do you mean?” My heart was pounding in my ears.
“They’ve taken permanent residency elsewhere, I do not know where though.”
I couldn’t seem to catch my breath, “have you seen Killian?”
“No, why?”
I started walking down the hall, unsure of what to do. Maybe Edward would know?
“Rafael?” Fern called after me. “What is happening?”
“I’m going to find out!” I called back to her.
I didn’t know what was happening. I just knew Killian was in trouble and my father had sent him the note.
| CW: mention of blood, mention of injury
| characters: Rafael, Edward
Rafael
The rag was bloody. Brown and red stains mingle with the clean white. I stare at it in my hands. For once I was holding something covered in blood that wasn’t my blood. But I wished it was my blood. Because if it was mine then I’d know how it go there. But instead it wasn’t mine. And I had found it in Kilian’s wardrobe. I dropped it back into the drawer with the other blood stained clothes.
What was happening?
I had only been back a few weeks, and in that time I hadn’t seen his whole body. He kept making excuses. Now I know why.
My feet carried me down the familiar path towards Edward’s room. I didn’t know if he’d be there or at his practice in town, but I needed to speak with him.
I knocked on his door twice before he opened it.
“Rafael?” He let me in. I sat on the edge of the bed, and he stood in front of me, hands clasped in front of him.
“To what do I owe this pleasure?” His smile dropped the he saw my face. “What’s wrong?” He sat next to me.
“Is Killian alright?”
“What makes you say that?”
I sighed, fidgeting with my hands, “I saw… I saw the scar on his back. He said he got it in battle but I know that’s not true.”
Edward nodded as he listened, his face neutral.
“And there are bloody clothes in his wardrobe.”
The doctor was frowning, “I know nothing of this.”
“If he told you not to tell me, please ignore that. I need to know.”
“No,” he stood, running a hand through his hair. “I truly do not know. He hasn’t spoken to me about any injuries.”
“Do you know if he got the scar in battle?”
“I do not know, I’m sorry.” He had started pacing.
“It’s alright.” I walked to the door. “Thank you anyways.”
If Edward didn’t know, nobody did.
Killian was hurt, and being hurt by someone. I had to find out who.
should we what Rafael? Should we kiss? Should we get married? The answer to both of those questions is yes, yes we should :)
emerging from a days-long fugue state of exchanging headcanons with @gluku-pikron with an extremely cursed OC ship playlist 🙈 (sorry)
links & lyrics under the cut:
[[MORE]]Shame by James the Seventh
Tsk, tsk
You are my second-hand embarrassment
You’re the star attraction, babe
You’re the shit
Gotta make everything such a big deal
Don’t ya? Don’t ya?
Let’s have a truce, I’ll buy you a drink
Forget your attitude
And forgive me for sayin’ what I mean
I’ll make up
But if you get out of line
It won’t be funny, so don’t you fucking dare
Cacao and Cocaine by Sofia Isella
Would you prefer a brutal electrical shock
To sitting in a living room next to your thoughts?
Would you applaud the simulation, applaud the maker
If you were constantly in the safety of danger?
I’m flirting with a boy that I think wants to murder me
I giggle, touch his hair, and wrap my fingers round my keys
I put him in a case and take him like a happy pill
Danger crushes, pushes my buttons, forces me to agree
Danger’s a slut, it’s in my gut, at night it whispers to me,
“You fucking liar, your desire, baby bunny, come clean
You want me bad, you want me back
But you don’t know what that means”
Tear You Apart by She Wants Revenge
He wanted her, and this was bad
Wanted to do things to her, it was making him crazy
Now a little crush turned into a like
Now he wants to grab her by the hair and tell her:
“I want to hold you close, skin pressed against me tight
Lie still, close your eyes, girl
So lovely, it feels so right
I want to hold you close, soft breath, beating heart
As I whisper in your ear, ‘I wanna fucking tear you apart’”
Oxytocin by Billie Eilish
Can’t take it back once it’s been set in motion
You know I love to rub it in like lotion
If you only pray on Sunday
Could you come my way on Monday?
'Cause I like to do things God doesn’t approve of
You know I need you for the oxytocin
If you find it hard to swallow
I can loosen up your collar
I can see it clear as day
You don’t really need a break
Wanna see what you can take
Other people wouldn’t stay
Other people don’t obey
You and me are both the same
I wanna do bad things to you
Rooster by Milo Korbenski
Too much
Regret
I love
Your bed
All out
Drugged up
I thank
Jesus
That
Tonight
I get that evil in me
Bite Me Back by Sandhouse
To my surprise, I will die
Locked in a fight with your smile
I’m addicted to the touch that bites me back
Just another fix before I can relax
I am better when you turn me blue
You can dress me up and put me in disguise
I am plastic; I’ll be anything you like
False Idol by MARIS
I was looking for a remedy
Somebody to save me
You were some kind of serenity
But, baby, look what you made me
You let me down a million times
So I could only look up to you
Your silhouette against the sky
Your shadow blocking out light
I’ve been running from your shadow
You were just a false idol
Pretty words and fake smiles
PDA by Interpol
And you’re so cute when you’re frustrated, dear
Yeah, you’re so cute when you’re sedated, dear
Oh, yes, dear
We have two hundred couches where you can
Sleep tonight
Your Dog by Soccer Mommy
I don’t wanna be your fucking dog
That you drag around
A collar on my neck tied to a pole
Leave me in the freezing cold
I don’t wanna be your little pet
At the edge of every bed
You sleep in, body stretching out
Guess I’ll curl up on the couch
I Bet On Losing Dogs by Mitski
My baby, my baby
You’re my baby, say it to me
I bet on losing dogs
I know they’re losing, and I’ll pay for my place by the ring
Where I’ll be looking in their eyes when they’re down
I wanna feel it
I always want you when I’m finally fine
How you’d be over me
Looking in my eyes when I come
Someone to watch me die
Rafael Olarra is no stranger to Hollywood’s limelight, but he’s recently made headlines for a connection to high-profile actor Pedro Pescal. Best known for his roles in Game of Thrones, The Last of Us, Gladiator II, Materialists and The Fantastic Four: First Steps, Pedro tends to keep his personal life out of the spotlight. So, who is Rafael, and how did he get to know Pedro?
Get to know Rafael…
Who Is Rafael Olarra? What We Know About the Faena Creative Director
| CW: blood, mention of injury, thoughts and talk of death
| characters: Rafael, Edward, Killian, fern
Rafael
My tears were mixed with sweat. The blankets under me were soaked with my blood. Edward kept swearing behind me, but I could barely hear him over my screams and the ringing in my ears. Darkness kept creeping into my vision but Fern would force me to stay awake. She rushed around the room, bringing Edward everything he said he needed.
I laid on my side, feeling the strength leave my body as Edward works to stop the bleeding from my knee.
“Edward.” I gasp out, slapping his hand in attempt to grab it.
“What is it?” His breath comes in short bursts.
“Don’t.” I grit my teeth as pain flares through my body.
His hand still, and Fern stops what she’s doing.
“…don’t what?” Her voice shakes.
“Don’t fix it.” My hand twists into the pillow. “Just leave it.”
“I can’t do that.” He starts working again, and I can feel a needle piece my skin, pulling thread through.
“Edward please,” my voice breaks. “Let me bleed out.”
I hear the door open and close and I can sense that Fern left. For what, I do not know.
“No.” Edward’s voice shakes. “No, Rafael.”
“Edward!” I smacked his hand away and felt my skin tear. “Listen to me!”
He came around to my front, dropping to his knees on the side of the bed. Blood covered his forearms and hands. My blood. I struggle to push myself up. Concern creases the doctor’s brow.
“I am done fighting.” My voice is quiet as the tears begin to flow.
He shakes his head, “no. You can’t give up.”
“This has been happening for years!” I sobs. “I am done fighting for a horrible life!”
“How can you say that?” His voice breaks as he adjusted his glasses. “You have all of us…”
“But every time I close my eyes I can see and feel him.” I try to breathe but sobs racket my chest.
“I refuse to give up on you.” He stands, grabbing his bag with supplies, and moving back around me. “I will not give up on you, Rafael.”
“Edward, please—“
I’m cut off by the door swinging open and Killian rushes in. Blood drips down his hand but he brushes it off on his pants. Fern closes the door behind him. He rushed to my side and climbed onto the bed, pulling me close to him.
“What happened?” He brushed hair from my face, straining to see my wound. I clung onto his shirt, not wanting to have to face Edward.
“What happened to you?” Edward asked, glancing at his raw knuckles. My stomach dropped. I knew what he had done.
“Killian…?” I looked up at him.
He shook his head, wrapping his arms around me in a way that I couldn’t see fern and Edward. I felt Edward stitching the wound.
“Rafael,” Edward set his hand on my arm. “You are safe here. With us.”
I shake my head against killian’s chest, “you can’t promise that.”
“Yes, we can.” Killian pressed a kiss into the top of my head. “we care for you. Me, fern, Edward, the others.”
“What did you do?” I grabbed his hand, looking at his bloody knuckles.
“Now’s not the time.” He leaned over my head to tell Edward something. Then Edward and Fern talked for a moment before she left.
“What is it?” I pulled myself up but Killian stopped me, forcing me to lay back down.
“Stay lying down.” Edward said. “I cleaned the wound and stitched as much as I could closed. Now I’m going to wrap it, which will hurt.”
“It all hurts.” I buried my face into killian’s chest as the doctor started bandaging my knee.
“Stay awake, okay.” Killian gently shook my face as my eyes slowly closed.
After many antagonizing minutes, Edward said he was done. I couldn’t feel my leg, just pain. My body was exhausted. I was exhausted.
Killian made eye contact with Edward and he frowned. I knew what they were going to say, but I still dreaded the answer.
“Rafael…” the doctor came around and sat on the edge of the bed. “With your ankles, I could repair what was there.”
I couldn’t stop more tears from coming.
“It’s a miracle you could walk.” He took a deep breath. “But with this… there’s too much damage.”
Killian pulled me closer, brushing the tears from my face.
“You won’t be able to walk ever again.”
Chapter 6 of GIAY!
(This chapter is SFW.)
