Here's a masterlist of my dark!fics!! 18+ so minors please do not interact
ONE SHOT:
⟡THE CHASE: You run away from Rafe, and he shows you how much he loves a chase. | DARK!
⟡WE'RE IN PUBLIC: Your boyfriend ditches you for a business call while at the club and your defiance leads to a very public punishment. | DARK! & SMUTTY ||
SERIES:
⟡ ANGEL: You've friend-zoned Rafe Cameron your entire life, He finally has enough. On hiatus | DARK! & SMUTTY
⟡ ESCAPSIM: You chose the wrong time to return home in the cut, you're sent on an adventure with your boyfriend and his so-called-friend. An adventure you can't escape. Currently Writing | DARK! & SMUTTY!!
⟡FINAL DESTINATION: Reader has a preminition that she and her friends will be involved in a horrifying roller - coaster accident. When the vision proves true, Y/n and her fellow survivors must deal with the repercussions of cheating the Grim Reaper. Currently Writing | DARK! & SMUTTY
⟡ LET THEM KNOW: You stun the entire school when you show them who you're really dating. Incomplete | DARK!RAFE & SOFT!JJ
⟡PLAYING GAMES: You and Rafe have been set up by your parents to go on one date, lets just say that one night with you isn't enough. Completed | DARK! & SMUTTY!
⟡PROM NIGHT: You stood up your ethics teacher, you wouldn't have expected him to punish you for it. Completed | DARK & SMUTTY
⟡REUNION: Returning home takes a turn for the worst as you discover your ex-boyfriend is now a cop. Completed | DARK & SMUTTY
⟡ RUN BABY RUN: Your childhood friend has changed over the years, the only thing that hasn't is that he loves playing hide and go seek. Currently Writing | DARK! & SMUTTY!!
IMAGINES:
⟡BENEATH THE SURFACE: You tried joking around with Rafe but a slight confession may change it all. | DARK!
⟡EASEL OF EMOTIONS: "My Type" becomes a loaded phrase when a possessive!Rafe confronts your provocative painting. | DARK!
⟡ HIDING SPOT: Rafe Cameron the school Psycho has a crush on you, you react by hiding from him and he finds you. prequel | DARK!
⟡I’D NEVER DO SUCH THING: You're forced to stay at Rafe's place cause of an accidental fire not realising that the person who did it is sleeping next to you.
⟡IM OUTSIDE: You get into a car crash after dumping Rafe and he refuses to let you go. || DARK! ||
⟡JEALOUS REAL FUCKING EASY: Rafe's restlessness grows as he watches Y/N from a distance. |DARK!
⟡OBJECT OF DESIRE: A Stalker gets a taste of her own medicine. (literally) | DARK!
⟡PARTY MONSTER: After six years, you reunite with your possessive ex; but, this time, it wasn't your decision. | DARK-ISH
⟡SECURITY SYSTEM: You get a security system installed cause you think you may have a stalker, little did you know he owns the company and installed it for you.
⟡STARING PROBLEM: Kiara warns you about Rafe not knowing about your secret relationship with the kook | DARK-ISH
⟡WATCH ME: You and Rafe have had a rival thats spawned decades, but it changes when he declares you're going to midsummers with him. || DARK-ISH ||
⟡UNEXPECTED REUNION: You're ex buys the entire resturant to prove how much you mean to him. | DARK!
SERIES:
⟡SCREAM: Sarah becomes ghostface, heavily inspired by the original Scream V script. Completed | DARK! & SMUTTY
ONE SHOT:
⟡POGUELANDIA: stranded on an island with JJ | DARK!
IMAGINES:
⟡FATHER'S DAY: Your plan to celebrate father's day goes side-ways when your convicted baby daddy returns. | DARK!
⟡INTERVIEW WITH A SERIAL KILLER: You interview a serial killer little do people know that he's your ex. | DARK!
⟡TRAPPED: You failed to skip town cause your ex-boyfriend wrecks your car. | DARK!
IMAGINES:
⟡DEADLY SHOWDOWN: You must face off against the haunting Ghostface, Ethan Landry, in a chilling showdown of revenge and redemption. | DARK!
⟡HANDS OFF RULE: You break up with Ethan and he does what he can so you don't see anyone else. DARK!
⟡ MARK MY WORDS: Ethan makes a dark promise and mark his words it will come true. DARK!
⟡ WHAT ELSE BABY?: Upset you yell out insults to your boyfriend and he gaslights you. DARK!
IMAGINES:
⟡ EXCLUSIVE PROPERTY: You see a tattoo on your Wife that may change things. FLUFFY! & DARKISH!
⟡ POSSESSIVE BABY: You find it hot how possessive your girlfriend can be. | DARK!
⟡ REBUILD WHAT WE HAD: Yours and Sam's reunion is marked by arguments and misunderstandings, but hidden feelings resurface. FLUFFY! SOFT!DARK!SAM
REQUESTS:
⟡ LOVE BEYOND THE MASK: You've been seeing Sam for a while little did you know that everyone meant it when they said they'd do anything to protect you. EXTRA SCENE | DARK!
⟡WRONG SISTER: okay but bestfriend's sister trope with sam carpenter....just a suggestion 🙈 SMUT!
⟡ WAKE UP BABY: Sam wants a round two and decides this time she'll wake you up with a treat. SMUT! (Part Two)
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⟡ NEIGHBOUR: Your ex-fiance wants to finally settle down but what happens when he discovers that you already have? Currently Writing | DARK!
𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒
⟡ SAVING Y/N: Your childhood bestfriend turned boyfriend finally gets his powers from compound V and it all goes down hill from there. (Currently writing)
IMAGINES:
⟡CAUGHT OFF GUARD: Your husband installed cameras in your home. | DARK!
⟡LATE NIGHT VISITOR: You have noticed recently that you have a stalker and with the help of your friend you finally make him reveal himself. | DARK!
⟡LOCKED IN LOVE: Your husband thinks that he can chain himself away from you. | DARK!
⟡PARANOIA UNIVEILED: you thought changing your locks would stop it all but it only brought out the truth. | DARK!
IMAGINES:
⟡YOU WERE RIGHT: Your suspicions were on point, You did have. a stalker. | DARK!
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REUNION | CHAPTER SEVEN | COP! AU | DARK!RAFE CAMERON X READER
PAIRING: Rafe Cameron x Heyward!Reader
SYNOPSIS: Returning home takes a turn for the worst as you discover your ex-boyfriend is now a cop.
WORD COUNT → 2.2k
WARNING(S): Non-Con, Cheating, Breeding Kink, Toxic!Rafe, Cannon!Rafe.Dark Rafe Cameron x Reader, Cop AU, Pouge Reader, Funeral, Mention of murder, CONTAINS DARK CONTENT 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT
AUTHORS NOTE: This story is heavily inspired by @queenoftheworldisdead series homecoming . . If you like this be sure to check out the inspiration of this series.
SERIES MASTERLIST | RAFE CAMERON MASTERLIST | OUTERBANKS MASTERLIST |
Previous Chapter
You stood in front of the mirror, a mixture of excitement and nervousness filling you as you admired the sparkling engagement ring on your finger.
You remember how a few days before, Rafe had surprised you with a proposal, finally taking ownership of you.
Feeling dread, the Kook King's about to make you his queen.
Speak of the devil, he knocks on your (Well his and Kiara's old) bedroom door popping his head out; signalling to you that its time for you to go.
As they arrived at the funeral home, You couldn't help but notice the whispers and glances from the attendees.
The news of their engagement had spread quickly, becoming the talk of the funeral.
You felt a twinge of self-consciousness but focused on the reason they were all gathered there – to honor Ward's memory.
Rafe, however, seemed distant and emotionless, and You understood why.
You knew the weight of witnessing Ward's passing together had left an indelible mark on Rafe's heart.
You silently vowed to be there for him, to support him through his grief, even as he seemed detached from his own emotions.
Now approaching Rafe, your heart aching for his pain.
You gently took his hand, intertwining your fingers, and whispered, "Rafe, I know it's hard, but I'm here. Lean on me whenever you need to."
Rafe looked at you, his eyes betraying a mix of gratitude and sorrow. He squeezed your hand, and they walked towards the front of the room where Rafe's family had gathered.
The funeral proceeded with a solemn atmosphere. The eulogies painted a vivid picture of Ward's life, his impact on those around him, and his love for his family.
As the stories were shared, You could see glimpses of the man Rafe's father had been.
He may have been a snob to you, but you couldn't be more grateful to him for helping you leave. Even though it was just for a short time, you are appreciative.
During the service, You kept a watchful eye on Rafe. You tried allowing him the space he needed to cope in his own way.
But you can't manange to process everything, you were there. You were there when Rafe pulled the trigger on his own father. Why because he sent you off? or was there more to the picture.
Finding a distraction you begin to watch your family.
Everyone joined her at the funeral of Rafe's father, Ward.
While your parents may not have been particularly close to Rafe's family, they still had a certain fondness for them.
However, Pope held strong resentment towards the Camerons, especially Rafe.
Watching as your parents exchanged polite nods with Rafe's family.
Your father offered a sympathetic smile to Rose acknowledging the shared grief they were experiencing.
Your mother, though reserved, conveyed a sense of compassion in her eyes as you greeted Sarah and Wheezie.
Your family took their seats, with Pope sitting at a distance from Rafe. Your parents, however, tried to bridge the gap by offering kind glances and small gestures of sympathy.
You couldn't help but feel a profound sense of guilt as you watched Rafe's younger sisters, Sarah and Wheezie, mourn their father's loss.
You carried the weight of knowing that you had been there when Ward passed away, while they hadn't. The guilt gnawed at her, knowing that they hadn't been able to say goodbye or be present during his final moments.
As Sarah and Wheezie wept and clung to each other, Your heart ached. You saw the pain etched on their faces, the longing for a chance to bid their father farewell.
Trying offer them solace, but the guilt lingered, making her feel like an intruder in their grief.
Approaching Sarah and Wheezie tentatively with Rafe in tow, You gently touched Sarah's shoulder.
"I'm so sorry, Sarah. If there's anything I can do to support you, please let me know."
Sarah looked up, her tear-stained face reflecting a mix of sorrow and confusion. "Why were you there, Y/N? Why didn't we get to say goodbye?"
taking a deep breath, struggling to find the right words. "I...I was there by chance, Sarah. It was an unexpected turn of events. I wish I could have changed things, but it happened so quickly."
Rafe and his police department concocted the story that Ward was caught in a crossfire with some pogues.
Where the two of you stumbled onto Ward moments before he died, Rafe relaying a statement that no amount of first aid expertise could save his father; Ward was pronounced dead at the scene.
You give Sarah and Wheezie a hug before saying "I want you to know that your dad loved you deeply, and I'm here to support you in any way I can. "
Rafe finally speaks, looking to his sisters. "I swear I will find those sons of bitches who did this to him"
You gulp, hearing that from your fiance.
Those and I quote "sons of bitches" well son of a bitch in this case, is the one who's hand is rested on your back.
You side eyed at Shoupe and Barry, who are standing at the rear.
Blaming them for their corrupt system.
Rafe grabs onto your hand giving it a squeeze, he noticed you looking towards the Sheriff giving you a stern look.
Wheezie, who had been quietly listening, spoke up with a trembling voice. "Do you think he knew we loved him? That we didn't get to say goodbye?"
Eyes welling up with tears as you watch your fiance bends down to his youngest sister. "Wheezie, of course he knew that" He takes his hand off of your back, you release a small breath becoming free of his strong embrace.
As Rafe continues, "And I know for sure that Dad, as stornch as he was was so proud of you sweet girl. of all of us" He looks back at a tear filled Sarah, nodding at her.
Though the guilt remained a lingering presence.
She stood in front of the mirror, a knot of excitement and unease twisting in her chest as her eyes traced the sparkling engagement ring on her finger. Only a few days ago, Rafe had surprised her with a proposal—finally claiming what he considered his. The thought sent a shiver of dread down her spine: the Kook King was about to make her his queen.
A sharp knock at the door made her flinch. His head appeared in the doorway of what had once been his and Kiara’s bedroom, signaling that it was time to leave.
At the funeral home, whispers followed them, glances cutting through the crowd. The news of their engagement had spread fast, and she felt the weight of every eye on her. She tried to focus on the reason everyone was gathered: to honor Ward Cameron’s memory.
Rafe moved ahead of her, distant and emotionless. She understood why—witnessing his father’s passing had left an indelible mark on his heart. She silently vowed to stand by him, to bear witness to his grief even as he seemed detached from his own emotions.
Approaching him, her heart ached at the shadow that lingered behind his gaze. She slipped her fingers through his, intertwining them with hers. “Rafe, I know it’s hard, but I’m here. Lean on me whenever you need to.”
He squeezed her hand, gratitude and sorrow flickering in his eyes as they walked toward the front of the room where his family had gathered. The service unfolded in solemn quiet, eulogies painting Ward’s life, his love for family, and the impact he’d left behind.
She caught glimpses of the man Ward had been. He had been a snob to her, yes, but she couldn’t deny the gratitude she felt for the role he had played in helping her escape—if only for a brief time.
Her eyes never left Rafe. She gave him space to process in his own way, but she couldn’t escape the memory of that day—being there when Rafe pulled the trigger on his own father. Was it revenge, justice, or something darker? She wasn’t sure.
To steady herself, she let her gaze drift to her own family. Her parents exchanged polite nods with Rafe’s relatives, though Pope’s resentment toward the Camerons was palpable. Her father offered a sympathetic smile to Rose, while her mother’s quiet compassion was evident as she greeted Sarah and Wheezie.
Her chest tightened as she watched Rafe’s sisters mourn. The weight of knowing she had been there while they hadn’t sat heavy on her conscience. They hadn’t been able to say goodbye. She had. And guilt clawed at her relentlessly.
Tentatively, she approached Sarah and Wheezie, Rafe at her side, and placed a gentle hand on Sarah’s shoulder. “I’m so sorry, Sarah. If there’s anything I can do to support you, please let me know.”
Sarah lifted tear-streaked eyes to her, confusion and sorrow mingling in her gaze. “Why were you there, Y/N? Why didn’t we get to say goodbye?”
Taking a deep breath, she struggled for the right words. “I… I was there by chance. It happened so fast. I wish I could have changed it, but it was out of my control.”
The story Rafe and his department had crafted—Ward caught in a crossfire with the Pogues—was what she repeated. They had stumbled upon him just before he died, no first aid capable of saving him. Ward had been pronounced dead at the scene.
She wrapped her arms around Sarah and Wheezie. “Your dad loved you deeply,” she whispered. “I’m here to support you in any way I can.”
Rafe finally spoke, his voice low and dark as he addressed his sisters. “I swear I’ll find those sons of bitches who did this to him.”
Her stomach churned at the words. The hand resting on her back belonged to the man who had fired the fatal shot. She gave a quick, tense glance to Shoupe and Barry at the rear, silent accusations simmering in her mind.
Rafe squeezed her hand, noticing her glance, and she released a breath as his pressure eased. Wheezie, voice trembling, finally spoke. “Do you think he knew we loved him? That we didn’t get to say goodbye?”
Rafe bent to her youngest sister, his voice calm but firm. “Wheezie, of course he knew. And I know for sure that Dad, as stern as he was, was proud of you… of all of us.” He glanced at Sarah, who nodded tearfully, a faint understanding in her eyes.
Even as they comforted one another, the guilt lingered like a shadow. She had been there. They hadn’t. And no amount of words or solace could erase that.
As she observed the somber atmosphere of the funeral, she couldn’t help but notice Kiara’s absence—her former best friend and Rafe’s recently former fiancée. The omission didn’t go unnoticed, and she understood the complexity of it; Kiara’s presence could have added a layer of tension, unease, and confrontation for Rafe and his family.
Yet, even as she rationalized it, a hollow sensation lingered. Kiara’s absence left a void, a missing piece in the web of their shared history, and the emptiness gnawed at her quietly.
Seeking a brief respite, she stepped outside the funeral home, her gaze drawn to the overcast sky, grey and oppressive. Lost in her thoughts, she jumped slightly at the brush of a hand on her shoulder.
Rafe stood beside her, his expression unreadable, eyes dark and flat.
“I noticed you were looking for Kiara,” he said, voice firm, a faint, almost smug grin tugging at his lips. “I sent her and JJ off to Barbados. You won’t be hearing from her for a while.”
She shoved against him instinctively, jaw tight with frustration. “You didn’t let me say goodbye.”
Rafe tilted his head teasingly, his grin widening. “You didn’t say goodbye to me before you ran off, so… we’re even.”
Her chest tightened, but he didn’t give her room to dwell on it. “What matters is that we’re here together, okay, baby girl? It’s you and me.” He reached down, brushing his hand against hers, capturing her left hand and pressing a kiss to her ring finger.
It was a small gesture, a new habit of his since giving her that ring, and even in the shadow of grief, it carried the weight of ownership, dominance, and a reminder that she belonged entirely to him.
As they left the funeral home hand in hand, Rafe’s heart felt strangely lighter, brimming with a fragile sense of hope and a flicker of happiness. The road ahead still promised challenges and shadows, but with her at his side, he believed they could weather anything.
Later, she sat alone in her room, the weight of her emotions pressing down like a heavy stone. The engagement ring sparkled coldly on her finger—a symbol of the commitment she had made to Rafe, one that now felt more like a claim than a promise. In the quiet solitude, doubt and unease crept into her thoughts, coiling like smoke.
Her eyes lifted to the mirror. A stranger stared back at her—eyes filled with sadness and confusion. The memory of Ward’s passing still clawed at her chest, the pain raw and fresh. That single tragic event had pushed her toward saying yes to Rafe’s proposal, a decision that now left her feeling cornered, uncertain, and bound.
She had convinced herself that accepting Rafe’s offer would bring stability amidst the chaos of loss. Yet with each passing day, doubt gnawed at her insides, eating away at the illusion of safety she’d built. Her mind drifted back to the funeral—to the emptiness in Rafe’s eyes, the stoic mask he had worn as if carved from stone. Alone with her thoughts now, she wondered if she had truly made the right choice. The sense of being trapped, of losing herself piece by piece, was impossible to ignore.
The weight of expectations—his and her own—pressed down on her spirit until she could barely breathe. With trembling hands, she slipped the engagement ring from her finger, holding it delicately in her palm. The design was intricate, beautiful even, but it felt heavy, more chain than jewel, binding her to a future she no longer felt certain about.
A knock at the door startled her. Instinctively, she slid the ring back onto her finger, masking her doubts beneath a practiced smile just as Rafe entered the room. His face lit up at the sight of her, unaware of the turmoil twisting inside her.
“Hey, baby girl,” he greeted, his voice warm, almost tender. “I was hoping to find you here. Are you okay?”
She forced a smile, pushing her doubts deeper into the shadows. “I’m fine, Rafe. Just needed a moment to myself.”
He began unbuttoning his tuxedo, and her stomach dropped. She knew what was about to happen. Predicting his next move, she started to undress too, her hands trembling as they peeled away the layers of fabric.
Rafe chuckled at her, a dark amusement flickering in his eyes. “You know what I’m about to say, don’t you, sweetheart?”
She gave the faintest nod, now standing in only her underwear, waiting for her fiancé’s signal. He had been relentless with her since that fateful night, making good on his promise to get her pregnant—too eager to replace what had been taken from him years ago.
Standing bare in front of her, Rafe’s presence filled the room, suffocating and magnetic all at once. His voice was low and commanding as he spoke.
