Silent Obsession
Summary: after pining for his sister’s best friend for a while, Rafe finally has the chance to get you all for himself without the pogues interfering.
Pairing: soft!dark!rafe cameron x sisters best friend!little!reader
Warnings: DARK THEMES, mentions of age regression, reader is an introvert, rafe is obsessed, manipulation, drugging, kinda kidnapping, word count: 1,7k
A/N: it’s basically just another version of this one-shot because I love this whole scene and season 2 Rafe in general 😛
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Rafe didn’t mean to fall for his sister’s best friend, but the fact that you’re the complete opposite of him keeps him drawn to you, especially your quiet and soft-spoken personality, a ray of sunshine when you feel comfortable with the people around you.
So he can’t understand why you also started spending more time with the pogues ever since Sarah got together with John B. They are no good for you in his eyes and will only drag you down the wrong path.
He had a great bond with you before the whole thing with Peterkin happened, even with some stolen kisses here and there that you never dared to mention to Sarah.
Now you’re trying your best to avoid him, obviously believing what Sarah told you and taking the side of your best friend without even letting him try to explain his actions to you.
It’s pissing him off immensely. You won’t talk to him nor look in his direction when seeing him around in Kildare and he clenches his jaw whenever he sees you around the pogues, realizing that you’re drifting further away from him with each passing day.
This evening Rafe has other things to worry about. The cross is laying in the transporter together with Renfield's body that he still has to get rid off before taking the cross to The Coastel Venture.
Your fingers fumble with the key from the transporter that you managed to steal from Rafe’s room with the help of Wheezie and Sarah, not knowing that your best friend already stumbled into her brother and has been locked into her room soon after by him.
"Please let this work." You pray quietly, the key almost slipping from your hand as you lift it up to the lock, breathing out in relief when it unlocks and pull open the door.
Your whole body freezes the second pair of open eyes stare right back at you. Dead. This person you’re staring at right now is visibly dead. Your hands tremble as you take a step back in shock, your breathing getting faster with panic.
"Oh god…oh my-" You turn away slightly and brace your hand on the transporter while you keep stumbling backwards, yelping in surprise when you crash into a firm chest.
Rafe’s hands shoot out to grab your arms, keeping you close as he lets out a sigh. "I really wish you didn’t do that, kid."
"G-Get off me!" You squeak out, trying to twist out of his grip but he only uses it to his advantage and wraps one arm around your waist, his free hand reaching up to clamp over your mouth before you could scream out for help.
"Not a sound." He growls into your ear, dragging you inside the house and down to the wine cellar, pushing you inside one of the rooms before locking the door in front of him, his breathing ragged.
That’s the best thing that could happen to Rafe. He’s got you for himself now and can finally talk with you about everything. No matter what you say now, he can’t just let you run off after what you’ve seen.
That’s his chance of making you his.
"Rafe!" Your cracking voice pulls him out of his thoughts, feeling you bang your fists against the door from where he’s leaning against. "Rafe, let me out! Please!"
"I’m not letting you out, Y/N. Not until you calm down, okay." He says calmly, hearing you let out a sob. "Don’t freak out on me now. Take some deep breaths."
"Let me out. Please. Let me out." You ramble to yourself, fisting your hands in your hair and pace back and forth as you try to regulate your breathing, screaming mentally at your brain to keep it together when it’s trying to slip into your littlespace to cope with the current situation.
You jump in your spot when the door unlocks and see Rafe step inside, wrapping your arms around yourself as you try to put as much space as possible between you both.
"Hey, it’s okay." He holds his hands up in a non-threatening way when he sees you tense up at his appearance, taking in the tears that are spilling from your eyes. "C'mon, you really think I would do something to you?"
"Did you kill him?" You whisper out, afraid of what the answer might be.
"No. I swear, I didn’t do shit. It wasn’t me." He is quick to respond. "I- I keep getting into stuff that makes me look bad. Everything I do is for my family, for my dad. You gotta understand. Sarah and…those damn pogues have been telling you shit the whole time."
You shake your head. "No, you’re lying- you-" You choke on your words, sinking down to your knees when they threaten to give out.
"Hey, hey." Rafe coos, crouching down as well and holds his hands out to catch you if needed. "I know you’re confused, overwhelmed even. But you have to listen to me for once. Hear my side of this whole mess."
You clutch at your chest, your mind feeling hazy from everything he’s telling you. How he had to shoot Peterkin to save his father, how Sarah has been provoking him and that he didn’t mean to shoot her, that he wanted to talk with you this whole time but didn’t get the chance, how much he missed you.
It all mixes up in your head and you pull your knees to your chest, trying to sort your feelings and the information you just received in a haste, not even noticing how close Rafe has been getting to you slowly because you’re too busy with making an opinion on all this.
"Shh, breathe." He pleads rather softly despite the situation, gently grabbing one of your hands to place it against his chest so you can feel his now calm heartbeat. "It’s gonna be okay. I got you now, yeah? It’s just you and me."
You don’t protest when he moves to help you back up from the ground, leading you over to the armchair and motions for you to sit down, tilting your head up with his finger.
"Stay here. I’ll be right back." He promises, cupping your cheek for a moment before he turns to leave, locking the door behind him just in case you take the chance to run off.
You sit there in silence, wringing your hands together when you suddenly remember Sarah. Where is she? Is she okay? What if her and the others are worried about you?
Before you could spiral further again, you hear the door unlock. Rafe steps back in, holding a plastic cup in his hand and places it in your hands, sitting down on the other armchair. "Drink. It’ll help."
You eye the cup in your hand warily, glancing at him before taking a hesitant sip, tilting your head slightly when you taste your favorite juice.
"I remember you telling once that it’s your ultimate favorite, so I had it stacked for whenever you came over for Sarah, well when you used to come over anyway." He tells you, scratching at the nape of his neck.
"You did?" You murmur softly and keep drinking from the cup, not noticing how Rafe watches your every sip as if he’s waiting for something.
"Course I did. You’re the only friend of Sarah’s that doesn’t give me headache. Which was…confusing to me at first but you’re really something else, and I always liked that about you."
You purse your lips at his admission, yet before you can form a response you start to feel hazy again, not from being at the edge of slipping but from feeling tired out of a sudden.
Rafe sees the change instantly, reaching out to take the cup from your slipping grasp to put it aside and gets up from the chair to steady your swaying self. "It’s okay, you’re alright."
"Wha…" You slur, barley registering that he slips his arms under knees and back to lift you up, not understanding what’s happening.
"Don’t fight it. It’s only gonna get worse if you do. Just relax and close your eyes for a bit." Your hear him say, though it sounds like his voice is muffled as he carries you out of the cellar.
Once your body fully sags in his arms, Rafe lets out a long exhale, knowing there’s no going back and that he’ll do anything to keep you at his side from now on.
"Now that I got the cross for us, we’ll have it real nice. You’ll see." He grunts as he makes his way outside to where the transporter is parked, rounding it to maneuver you into the passenger seat carefully.
He walks to the back of the vehicle to close it up again, turning his head to face Rose when he hears her come out and keeps putting the lock back in place.
"You took care of Sarah?" He asks, merely to make sure she won’t cause more trouble rather than in concern.
"Yes. What are you gonna do about Y/N?" She asks, afraid that Rafe will do something unpredictable again.
"Don’t worry about it. She’s my problem, not yours." He declares, about to walk towards the drivers side when Rose calls his name again firmly. "I’m gonna handle her. She’ll come with us. You take care of Sarah and Wheezie. I’ll meet you guys later."
Without another word, he climbs behind the wheel and slams the door shut, taking a deep breath as he looks over at your sleeping figure.
He reaches over to brush some of your hair behind your ear, adrenaline cursing through his veins at the fact he’s got you sitting next to him, even if you didn’t get a choice in that matter but in his mind he had no other choice than to give you something to keep you calm.
Rafe shakes his head and starts the engine, peeling down the driveway from Tannyhill with a satisfied expression on his face, he’s got you in his grasp now after all this time.
