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a-aexotic · 2 years ago

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pairing. rafe cameron x fem!reader requested? yes no

warnings. mentions of weed, alcohol, fighting, normal obx stuff, ooc!rafe

summary. rafe cameron is your friend (and soon to be more than friend), so you decide to make him hang out with your friends and brother so they can warm up to each other.

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The lights of the party were blinding and noise was very loud, you could hear the music from a block away. This was how most Kooks on OBX spend their weekends; with their friends, drinking.

Y/N and Sarah had convinced the Pogues to come to this Kook party. Usually they'd prefer to spend their night at the Chateau or at the Wreck but tonight, Sarah wanted to switch it up.

She hadn't been to a Kook party since she'd gotten with John B and she missed it. Sure bonfire parties were fine but they weren't Kook parties, not even close.

Today was one of Sarah's old friend's birthday and it was on Figure 8. It was a lot of convincing from Sarah and Y/N but the Pogues finally accepted.

"God, it's so loud!" Pope had shouted to JJ and Y/N. It'd only been two hours and the Pogues had already gotten separated. Kie and Sarah had disappeared and they're pretty sure John B went back to the car.

"Yeah, but that's kind of the point!" Y/N replied, shouting. Her, JJ and Pope eventually got outside and JJ took a dramatic inhale of fresh air. You and Pope rolled your eyes.

"Oh my gosh, I thought I was going to suffocate in there."

"You're fine." You patted JJ's back. He sighed and nodded, "I need a drink."

"Yeah, same" Pope added. "But I don't wanna go back in there, it's going to take us like an hour with all the people."

"You guys are so dramatic." You rolled your eyes playfully. "I'll take one for the team cus I really need a drink too. I'll be right back."

You started walking back into the swarm of crowds in the house, navigating your way to the drinks. You suddenly bumped a hard chest and you looked up to see Rafe Cameron.

If it was any other Pogue, they'd just scowl and walk away. But you knew Rafe very well, though. Better than most Pogues, or even Kooks in that matter.

He smiled at the sight of you. "Y/N!" He shouted over the booming music.

"Hey, Rafe!"

He leaned down so he could hear you better. He couldn't hear you over the loud music. "You haven't texted me in a bit, I was afraid you'd found someone else."

He was your friend and your dealer. You'd hooked up a couple times but that didn't really affect either of you until Rafe accidentally admitted he had a crush on you while smoking with you. Ever since then, things have gotten more complicated with the both of you, especially with feelings.

"'Course not, Rafe. You're the best dealer on this island." You noted as he smiled down at you.

"Oh, you flatter me Y/N." He let out a small laugh. "Where are your little... friends? I saw Sarah and I just assumed the rest of your group was here."

You tensed up at the mention of the Pogues. Rafe and the Pogues don't have a good history and you knew if they found out where exact their weed comes from, they wouldn't be too happy. Especially your brother, John B.

Rafe had become a little more open to being friends with Pogues after you so he's thought about maybe being nicer to the Pogues... for you.

"They're outside, um. I'm just getting some drinks for them."

Rafe nodded. "I can, uh help if you want me to."

You weren't sure about how this would end but maybe this would be the start of a friendship between Rafe and the Pogues - or at least they could be civil with one another, you'd be fine with that.

You knew you couldn't date Rafe without the approval of the Pogues (especially John B) so this was a good start to introducing them to the idea. "Sure."

You and Rafe took the drinks outside and as soon as JJ saw Rafe, he went up to him with an angry expression. "What the hell are you doing, Cameron?"

"Nothin just helping Y/N with your drinks." Rafe said simply. JJ was close Rafe, almost nose to nose. Rafe was trying his best not to throw the drinks in his face and punch him.

"JJ." You said sternly. "He's just.. helping, okay?"

"Are you sure he didn't try and poison us?" Pope finally spoke up as he glared at Rafe.

You rolled your eyes. "Yes, Pope. I saw him pour the drinks."

"Yes. And I'm going to drink with you guys, too." Rafe looked over at you for assurance and you nodded. That's what the two of you had agreed on.

JJ noticed the small interaction and he grabbed the drink from Rafe's hand and walked away towards the chair. Pope followed along as well.

"No one's thrown a punch yet, that's a good start." You mumbled to Rafe as he let out a small laugh. You followed them and had taken a seat directly in front of Pope and JJ.

You handed Pope his drink as JJ drank of his quietly, thinking. Awkward silence filled the group as you all drank from your cups, everyone studying the each other.

"This is good beer..." Rafe muttered as you nodded.

"Yeah, I'll have to ask Kelsey where she got it from." You responded as JJ groaned inwardly.

Pope and JJ exchanged a look. "Does John B know about your sudden friendship with Rafe?"

You glared at JJ. "That doesn't matter, I don't have to tell John B anything."

There was sudden silence as JJ looked behind you with a smirk, leaning back into his chair. You and Rafe turned around to see John B and Kie standing over you, scowls on their faces.

"Tell me what?" John B questioned as he looked directly at you, ignoring Rafe at the time being.

You cleared your throat. "That uh..." You paused to look over at Rafe. "I'm friends with Rafe."

"Friends?" Kie looked over at the proximity of both of you. You hadn't even noticed how close Rafe was to you; your legs were touching.

John B then look over at Rafe. "You're with friends with my sister?"

Rafe nodded.

"You're suddenly friends with my sister after publically hating on Pogues since, I don't even know." John B was starting to get angry. "Y/N, I don't know how you can't see it. It's obvious he wants something from you."

"Like what?" You countered, furrowing your eyebrows.

"I don't Y/N, what do you think?" John B exhaled angrily. "What is Rafe Cameron notorious for?"

"Weed?" You sighed. "Why would-"

"No, Y/N. He uses women, that's what." John B turned his head to Rafe, grimacing. You hadn't even thought of that. The idea hadn't crossed your mind because Rafe had never made an attempt to even touch you. It merely talking, nothing else.

Rafe was baffled at John B's accusation. "Me and Y/N are just friends."

"Oh, you want us to believe that shit?" JJ suddenly spoke up, pointing at your touching legs. Rafe instantly moved his leg.

Rafe got up and scoffed angrily. John B moved closer to Rafe and got in his face. "You ever talk to her again, I'll kill you, alright?"

He laughed bitterly at that. "Oh, like you stand a chance."

John B quickly pushed Rafe making him stumble. You scoffed at that, quickly going to Rafe's side. Kie went to John B, crossing her arms.

"John B, you can't just-"

He cut you off, "Yes I can, I'm your older brother-"

"Oh, you really gonna pull that card, John B? Seriously?!"

"Well, he is, Y/N." Pope chimed in.

"You all going to take John B's side?"

It was silent for a couple seconds and you scoffed at that, laughing bitterly. "Of course you all would. Do you even consider me a friend? Do you only see me as John B's irresponsible little sister?"

Rafe put his hand on your shoulder, making John B and JJ exchange looks. "I don't wanna cause problem between you and John B, alright? I'll just see you later."

Rafe had walked away before you could say anything. You were just left with the Pogues, the air thicker than it was before.

"God, you're never gonna let me be happy." You walked off as well, John B wanted to go after you but Kie put her hand on his shoulder.

"Give her time, alright?"

John B nodded at thar before taking a seat, sighing as he thought of what the hell he was going to do with you and Rafe Cameron.

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justsomerandomfanfic · 1 month ago

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What Do I Do With The Pieces Of You? - Rafe Adler X Female Reader

Title: What Do I Do With The Pieces Of You?

Rafe Adler X Female Reader

Additional Characters: Anthony Thomas (OC) and Rafe's parents (Mentioned)

WC: 2,951

Warnings: Death, main character death, wife Reader, post-Uncharted 4 canon events, italics, crying, heartbreak, grief/grieving, sad, angst, very small fluff

The phone rang, cutting through the sound of the TV playing in the background. You didn’t recognize the number at first, and you weren’t really one to answer the phone for any old random number, but you did this time.

"Hello?"

"Am I speaking with Mrs. Adler?" The voice on the other end was formal.

“Yes, this is she," You replied, your fingers tightening around the phone.

"My name is Anthony Thomas. I’m calling on behalf of the executor of Mr. Rafe Adler’s estate."

The air in the room seemed to thin, your heart skipping a dreadful beat. Rafe’s estate? That didn’t make sense. Why would someone be calling you about that?

"I- What is this about?" Your words faltered, the sharp edge of panic creeping into your voice.

There was a pause on the other end of the line, heavy and uncomfortable, "I regret to inform you that Mr. Adler passed away several days ago. His remains were recovered from the wreckage in Madagascar."

You froze, the phone slipping slightly in your hand. It felt like the world tilted on its axis, like gravity had momentarily abandoned you.

"What?" You whispered, your voice trembling. "That’s not… That can’t be right. It couldn’t have been him."

"I understand this is a lot to process," Anthony said, his voice softening slightly. "But I would like to meet with you to discuss Mr. Adler’s will and testament, as well as to hand over some of his belongings that were sent back from Madagascar. I’m located at 42nd Street, downtown. I am free for the rest of the afternoon." You couldn’t speak. Your throat was dry, your chest tight. Rafe was gone? That wasn’t possible. It couldn’t be. "I’m so sorry for your loss, Mrs. Adler. My condolences." Anthony added gently before the line clicked and the call disconnected.

You sat there, frozen, the phone still pressed to your ear, even though the line had long since gone silent. Slowly, your jaw dropped, and your eyes widened in disbelief. The TV droned on in the background, but you couldn’t hear it anymore.

Tears began to roll down your cheeks, warm and relentless, as the reality of the words sank in. Rafe was gone. The thought felt foreign, wrong, and impossible. Your chest ached as a sob clawed its way out of your throat, and you pressed a trembling hand to your mouth to stifle it.

You sat there for what felt like an eternity, the weight of grief sinking into your bones. Numbness wrapped around you like a heavy blanket, suffocating and cold, as you stared blankly at the wall. How could this be real? How could he be gone?

He couldn’t be. He was Rafe. He was Raphael Adler.

He wasn’t gone.

The next thing you knew, you were sitting in a stiff leather chair, the faint smell of paper and sandalwood filling your senses. You didn’t remember getting dressed, let alone the drive over to Anthony’s office. The older man sat behind a heavy oak desk, his glasses perched on the bridge of his nose as he sorted through a stack of documents with practiced precision.

“And as per the wishes outlined in Mr. Adler’s will,” Anthony's voice finally broke through the haze, “All of his personal belongings, financial assets, and properties are to be transferred to his wife, Mrs. Y/N Adler.” You blinked, but your gaze didn’t leave the spot on the wall you’d been staring at since you arrived. The corner where the paint was slightly chipped. The words barely registered. Anthony paused, glancing at you. Your eyes were puffy and swollen, your cheeks streaked with dried tears. You didn’t speak. You didn’t move. “Mrs. Adler?”

You nodded faintly, though the action felt robotic. “Keep going,” You murmured, your voice hoarse.

He cleared his throat. “That includes the primary residences, all vehicles, and all accounts held in Mr. Adler’s name. Everything now belongs to Mrs. Y/N Adler.”

You remained still, your fingers clasped tightly in your lap. The weight of it all pressed down on you, but it felt distant - like it wasn’t your life being discussed, but someone else’s.

Anthony stood after a moment, moving across the room to retrieve a duffle bag that had been tucked neatly beside a bookshelf. He returned, placing it gently on the desk before you.

“These were among his personal effects recovered from his trip,” He explained.

You rose slowly and reached for the bag. The leather was cold under your fingertips. Anthony’s sympathetic gaze lingered as you cradled it against your chest. “Thank you,” You whispered, barely audible.

He hesitated before speaking again. “There’s one last matter to discuss. Mr. Adler didn’t leave any specific instructions regarding his remains. I wanted to ask if you had any preferences.”

For the first time, your focus shifted. You looked at Anthony, the hint of a bitter smile tugging at your lips. “He told me once he didn’t want to be stuck in a box. Or to be buried in his family lot.” Anthony blinked, his expression softening as though he wasn’t expecting the wry humor, especially with the heartbreak clear in your voice. “Cremation,” You said quietly, your fingers tightening their grip on the duffle bag until your knuckles turned white. “That’s what he would’ve wanted.”

Anthony nodded solemnly, his gaze steady. “Understood. I’ll make the necessary arrangements.” He hesitated, and you could feel his pause in the air, the weight of it pressing against you. “Would you like to see him one last time before the cremation?” He asked, his voice careful, almost reluctant.

The words hit you like a punch to the stomach. You shook your head almost immediately, a sharp, jerky motion. “No,” You murmured, your voice wavering. “If I saw him…” You swallowed hard, your throat tight, you couldn’t finish.

Anthony didn’t press further. “I understand,” He said softly, his tone filled with genuine sympathy.

You nodded, clutching the duffle bag closer to your chest.

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The trip home was a blur of muted colors and passing trees. Uneventful. The world outside your car moved on as though nothing had happened, as though your world hadn’t just shattered into a million irreparable pieces. Your gaze kept drifting to the duffle bag on the passenger seat, its dark leather stark against the white upholstery. It seemed to hold a gravity of its own, pulling your eyes to it every time you hit a red light.

When you finally pulled into the driveway, the house loomed before you. You stepped inside, and the silence struck you like a physical blow. The kind of silence that felt alive, pressing against your ears. The only sound was the faint hum of the TV in one of the living rooms, still playing the same rerun of the show you’d left on earlier. You hadn’t even remembered to turn it off.

You kicked off your shoes at the door, the thunk of them hitting the floor echoing unnaturally in the emptiness. Your jacket slid from your shoulders and landed in a crumpled heap on the floor. You didn’t care. You’d pick everything up later. The duffle bag felt heavier than it should have as you carried it to the couch, setting it down gently as though it might shatter if you weren’t careful.

You stood there, staring at it for what felt like an eternity. Your hands hung limply at your sides, your arms too heavy to lift. The house felt like a tomb, every corner filled with echoes of him. His laugh in the kitchen, his footsteps in the hall, his voice calling your name… You would never get to touch him, hold him - feel his warmth, feel his love - hear him, kiss him…

He was gone. And there was nothing you could do.

Your knees buckled, and you sank onto the floor beside the couch. Tears spilled over, streaming silently down your cheeks. Your chest ached, a hollow, gaping wound where your heart used to be.

The duffle bag sat there, unmoving, but its presence was suffocating. It held the last pieces of him, the last remnants of a life that no longer existed. And for the first time, the weight of it all hit you fully. He was gone. He wasn’t coming back. You buried your face in your hands, your sobs muffled and broken, the kind of sound that came from the deepest, rawest parts of you. The house, the bag, the silence - it all felt too much, and yet it was all you had left.

As the tears fell, the edges of the room seemed to blur, the grief pulling you into something softer, something quieter. A memory surfaced, as vivid and ethereal as a dream.

You were lying on the couch, Rafe’s arm draped over your waist, his hand warm against your hip. The room was bathed in golden sunlight filtering through sheer curtains, dust motes dancing lazily in the air. His legs were tangled with yours, the weight of him grounding you in a way that felt like home.

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“You’re too warm,” You’d murmured, though you made no effort to move away.

He chuckled softly, the sound low and rich, vibrating against you as he brushed his nose against your scalp. “And yet, here you are. Not moving an inch.” A lazy smile tugged at your lips as you looked up slightly to look at him. His face was so close, his features softened by the light. The sharpness that so often defined him was gone, replaced by something tender, something vulnerable. His fingers traced idle patterns along your arm, sending shivers down your spine. “Stay,” He’d whispered, his voice barely audible. It wasn’t a command, not really. And even if it was, you wouldn’t ever leave. And you had stayed. Hours passed as the two of you existed in that bubble, untouched by the outside world. He told you stories about his childhood - ones that didn’t involve wealth or power, just small, simple moments. You’d laughed until your sides hurt, teased him until he rolled his eyes, and kissed him until he stopped pretending to be annoyed. “I think,” He said at one point, his voice heavy with sleep, “This might be my favorite place to be. Right here. With you.”

You’d turned fully then, resting your forehead against his. His eyes, so often filled with ambition and fire, were soft, “This is my favorite place to be, too. With you.” You whispered, and he’d kissed you, slow and unhurried, as though he had all the time in the world.

~~~

The memory dissolved as quickly as it had come, slipping through your fingers like grains of sand. The warmth of his touch, the softness of his seafoam eyes, the sound of his laugh - it was all gone, leaving only the cold, empty reality of the present.

You opened your eyes, your gaze falling back on the duffle bag. The sunlight that had once bathed the living space now seemed harsh, casting long, jagged shadows. The memory was both a gift and a curse, a reminder of everything you’d had and everything you’d lost. With a trembling hand, you reached out and brushed your fingers over the duffle bag’s surface. It was all you had left of him now. The memories, the love, and this bag filled with the fragments of his life.

Taking a shaky breath, you pushed yourself up off the floor and you sat down, the soft leather sinking under your weight. Your hands hesitated on the zipper, fingers trembling, but eventually, you pulled it open. Inside were notebooks, maps, pictures, and books - everything Rafe had collected on his obsessive hunt for Avery’s treasure. You turned the pages of one notebook, seeing his familiar handwriting scrawled in the margins, the passion and madness alive in every stroke of the pen.

Setting the notebooks aside, your fingers brushed against fabric. You pulled out a few shirts, pants, and then, finally, one of his jackets. Your breath hitched as you clutched it to your chest, tears spilling over once more. His scent - crisp, rich, and woodsy, mixed with a hint of his cologne - lingered faintly on the fabric. Bringing the jacket to your nose, you inhaled deeply, the ache in your chest growing unbearable. Without a second thought, you slipped it on.

As you adjusted the jacket, your gaze fell back to the bag, now nearly empty. You pulled out his keys, and his wallet. The leather was smooth as you opened it, revealing his ID and other cards. Gloomy curiosity piqued, you pulled out something small from one of the side sleeves, revealing an old photo of you and him, creased slightly at the corners from all the time he had probably taken it out to look at it. The sight made you sigh deeply, it was from one of your first dates. The sight of the both of you, together, so happy… You slipped it back inside.

At the very bottom of the duffle, buried under everything else, was an envelope. Your name was written on the front in his unmistakable handwriting. Your breath caught as you carefully picked it up, staring at it before you finally opened it and unfolded the letter inside.

His handwriting filled the page, every word sharp and deliberate, just like him:

Y/N, darling,

I thought I’d write you a letter. Silly, I know. You can tease me about it later. At the time of me writing this, we’re already in Madagascar. I can almost taste it - my treasure. We’re so close I can feel it in my bones. I won’t lie to you. The Drake brothers have been more trouble than I expected, but you know me - I won’t let them stop me. Nothing will.

But that’s not why I’m writing this. I know I don’t say it enough, but I’m sorry. I’m sorry this trip has taken so much longer than I thought it would. I’m sorry for the nights you spent alone, waiting for a call that came too late, or maybe didn’t come at all. You deserve better than that. You’ve always deserved better. I don’t know how you’ve put up with me for so long.

When I get back - when this is done - I’ll stay. For as long as you want. If that means forever, then so be it.

There’s something else. When I was in Italy, I saw this, and I couldn’t stop thinking about you.

I know the look you’re giving this letter right now. That’s exactly why I planned to leave this letter and the gift on your pillow before heading to the office. I thought it might soften you up a little before you start giving me grief for being away so long.

Forgive me?

- R.A.

A sob built in your throat as you shakily set the letter aside. You reached into the duffle bag one last time, fingers brushing against something soft - velvet. Your breath caught as you pulled out a small velvet box and a smaller envelope nestled beside it. The box felt heavy in your hand, though you knew the weight wasn’t from its contents. With painstaking care, you opened it, a fresh wave of tears spilling down your cheeks as you caught sight of what was inside. It was the most beautiful ring you had ever seen. He knew you so well - of course, he’d choose something like this. Something that would take your breath away.

You slipped the ring onto your right ring finger, the fit perfect. The gem in the center sparkled under the dim light, a reflection of his meticulous attention to detail. He knew everything about you - your favorite color, your favorite style. He knew that you would love it.

A shaky sigh escaped your lips as your free hand wiped futilely at your tear-streaked face. For a long moment, you simply stared at the ring, its brilliance catching and refracting the dim light of the room.

When you felt steady enough, you turned your attention to the smaller envelope. Slowly, you opened it, your breath hitching when you saw what was inside. His wedding ring.

It glinted dully against the soft paper, the symbol of a promise, your shared love. Your thumb brushed over the smooth gold. Wordlessly, you slipped his ring on, though it hardly fit around your finger. You made a mental note to find a necklace chain, to wear it close to your heart where it belonged.

The exhaustion became too much, the ache in your chest hollowing you out until there was nothing left to give. You just wanted to sleep now. Slowly, you collected all of his things, putting them back in the duffle. Reaching the letter, you took it into your hands, staring back down at his writing before you raised it and pressed a kiss to the page. You carefully folded it, setting it with the others before you slipped onto the couch, curling up and facing the backrest. The soft cushions pressed against you as you tucked your knees close to your chest.

“Oh, Rafe,” You whispered out to the silence, “Oh, my love, why did you have to go?”

Your eyes fluttered shut, your breathing uneven as you felt the weight of your grief pulling you under. Just before sleep claimed you, you could have sworn you felt it - his arms wrapping around you, strong and steady, holding you close like he always had. A fleeting warmth spread through you, and you sighed softly, your body relaxing as if for a brief, impossible moment, he was there.

And then the world went dark, and you fell into a dreamless, empty sleep.

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megraen · 1 year ago

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WIP POLL GAME

Rules: Make a 24-hour poll with the names of your wips, let it run, then write one sentence for every vote the winner received.

Tagged by @socially-awkward-skeleton and @incognito-insomniac

Tagging: @cassietrn @miss-jennifer-cormier @ladykatie512 @glitchinginthegarden @voidika

#jacob seed #rafe adler #john soap mactavish #chacrow #daryl dixon #cahir #cahir mawr dyffryn aep ceallach #soap mactavish #chacrow jamestown #wip: what we're hunting for #wip: how the knight holds me #wip: ideals of the different #wip: the roar of clean thunder #wip: correlation of survival #wip: the taste of poisonous gold #wip: more than a quick shot

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viktorgf · 1 year ago

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ok ok so for the OC + an alternate love interest, like please- Andie La Croix x Rafe Adler 🤪

andie can’t decide on if she actually hates rafe or not, to be honest. before everything goes south in libertalia, andie would probably be into him. the arrogance can be attractive, and it’s not unlike her to indulge in some of her own. they could be okay! he might have to work on his anger outbursts but i would like to think he keeps them to a minimum around her.

not to mention this opens andie up to having a truly unhinged moment when she finds out that he died in the ship and she goes fucking crazy and blind with rage. but other than that! this might be a good match.

#oc: andie la croix #asks #thank u alexis uwu #alexis

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banditoxkenshin · 3 years ago

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Chapter Eight- Epilogue

A/n: Last Chapter, but I'll probably make other spinoff Uncharted fanfics! This was so much fun to write! I might also write fanfics for the other three games and for Lost Legacy. Gonna see how college goes next semester. :)

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𝓢𝓸𝓶𝓮 𝓣𝓲𝓶𝓮 𝓛𝓪𝓽𝓮𝓻

Camila felt the sand between her toes as she walked along the beach. She hummed softly as she listened to the gentle waves crashing on the sand. She stopped and turned to stare out at the ocean. She felt Rafe wrap his arms around her waist as he placed soft kisses on her neck.

She giggled and looked at him. He looked at her with a smile and gently kissed her lips. She kissed him back for a few moments before pulling away.

“Damien wants to know if he can go play with Cassie.” Rafe told her.

“Babe, Cassie is his cousin, of course he can.”

“Just wanted to ask you because he’s already there.”

Camila laughed and shook her head. “They literally live next door.”

Rafe laughed as well as he pulled away and gently grabbed her hands. “You remember when we went on our honeymoon to Fiji?”

“Oh yes, I do.”

Rafe grinned as he swung their hands, walking backwards. “Probably the best trip of my life.”

“Oh so almost getting killed by Avery’s ship wasn’t?” Cami teased.

Rafe rolled his eyes and smiled, before gently twirling his wife before pulling her into his chest.

“I’m so glad I can run our company online. Makes it so much easier to travel and do what we need to do.”

Camila looked up at her husband and wrapped her arms around his neck.

“We should go on another trip then.”

Rafe raised an eyebrow and smirked. “Oh? Where to, my love?”

“You know, Paris would be nice. Especially with the whole family, and the Drakes.”

“Paris would be amazing.”

“Aunt Cami! Uncle Rafe!” Cassie’s voice piped up from a distance.

Camila and Rafe turned towards their niece and saw her and their son sprinting towards them, with Nate and Elena trailing behind.

“Mom and Dad were treasure hunters!!” Cassie beamed.

“Oh yeah?” Cami replied with a smile.

“Uncle Nate said you were one too!” Damien grinned.

The woman chuckled and shook her head. “Your father too.”

“What?! Really??” Cassie and Damien looked at them in awe and surprise.

Nate and Elena caught up to the kids as Camila and Rafe looked at them.

“You kids are something else.” Nate laughed.

“Come on, I think it’s time for you to hear the stories.” Camila hummed as she and Rafe grabbed hands and began walking towards the boat gently rocking by the dock.

Nate and Elena exchanged a glance before looking at the kids following right behind Rafe and Camila. Camila could feel the distance ache of being shot, stabbed, punched, and getting beat up in general during her expeditions with Nate. Their dogs--Vicky, a Labrador Retriever and Gunner, a German Shepherd--hopped into the boat. Nate got behind the wheel and piloted the boat away from the dock.

“What was your favorite expedition?” Cassie asked as Rafe and Cami settled in next to each other.

“I think finding Shambala. That was the trip your father and I really bonded the most on.” Cami said.

“And got betrayed the most.” Nate chimed in with a slight laugh.

Cami laughed and nodded.

“At one point, we had a huge tank chasing after us. It was honestly just chaos, but when is it ever not chaos?”

Gunner came over and whined, placing his head into Rafe’s lap, and the male rubbed the dog’s head as he listened to his wife tell the story of her and Nate finding Shambala.

“We should go on an expedition!” Damien announced.

All of the adults collectively winced and looked at each other.

“Is that a good idea?” Elena asked.

“I don't know...” Nate remarked.

"Well, there are some treasures that still have to be found.” Camila suggested, causing her husband to look at her like she was crazy.

“Like what??” Cassie asked.

“The Ark of the Covenant. The Florentine Diamond. The Treasure of San Miguel. Thomas Beale’s Code. Leon Trabuco’s Gold. There are so many.” Camila glanced up at her brother.

“Well...” Nate trailed off, “...let’s think about it.”

“How about the Ark?” Rafe interjected. “Or Beale’s Code?”

Camila grinned and looked at Rafe. “You in?”

Rafe looked at the kids before looking at his wife. “You’re always up for an adventure, aren't you?”

“Fortune favors the bold.”

Rafe and Camila, along with Cassie and Damien, turned to look at Nate and Elena.

“What about you two?” Rafe asked. “You two in?”

Nate and Elena looked at each other, and both of their shoulders sagged a bit. Nate looked at his sister and shook his head.

“We’re in.”

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Want to start from the beginning? Here’s the link to the first chapter!! :D

Chapter One

Another A/n: This was a short chapter, but there will be more Uncharted fics out 😌

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s1cparvism4gna · 4 years ago

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PuNK

WARNINGS: cursing

Pairings: Rafe Adler x OC

Tags: @desertvvitch, @courtenbae, @tiecladartist

Chapter 7

Rafe’s POV

“No.” I said firmly.

“And why not?” I was on a call with Nadine Ross. Since Samuel evidently had decided to take matters into his own hands and steal from me, I had to do a bit of damage control. I enlisted the help of Shoreline, a group of mercenaries for hire. Nadine was the leader and was currently fighting me to bring her men to the auction. But to me, that was unnecessary. I didn’t need a bunch of goons walking around a high class area flashing their guns at every suspicious person. The whole room was going to be full of suspicious people.

“Because I’m the one writing your checks. What I say goes. It’s either just you or nobody at all.” I was trying my best not to yell. When I looked up from my maps and books, I noticed Lyric passed out on the couch across from me, her hair hanging in her face and snoring a little. I smiled to myself and stood to grab my jacket.

“Rafe, what if—”

“‘What if’ nothing. I have it under control. Security will be tight enough and if anything goes wrong, they’ll handle it.” I said to her as I placed my jacket over Lyric’s thin frame, gently moving her hair from her face. Her thick lashes fluttered on her cheekbones as she groaned and turned in her sleep.

“Fuck…” she said rather clearly, scratching her head and pulling my jacket closer to her face. I smirked as I went back to my seat, wondering what she could possibly be dreaming about. I could hear Nadine arguing about whatever in my ear as I leaned back into my seat, just watching her sleep. She looked so peaceful. Like she needed the rest. Like she needed this trip. I hated to admit it but I needed it too. Things at work had been so stressful. Two or three days in Italy with someone who didn’t entirely piss me off seemed like a good way to wind down.

“No muscle at the auction, Ms. Ross, and that’s final. I’ll hear no more about it.” I eventually said, tired of the nagging in my ear. “I will see you at the auction.”

“Alright…” she answered defeatedly. And with that, she’d hung up.

I pulled the ear piece out and tossed it into my briefcase. I’d been working since we finished dinner and it was time I took a break. I organized my desk, putting my files and maps into a neat pile and sipped on my wine that I happened to forget about. The glass was no longer chilled but I didn’t care. It was a little something to relax. After a few sips, I reclined the seat, crossing my fingers and resting them in my lap as I threw my head back. I closed my eyes hoping that maybe I’d fall asleep. I was on the brink of drifting away when I heard a sigh. I opened my eyes just enough to see through my eyelashes. Lyric was moaning and whining in her sleep. Not the disturbed kind of noise though. More like arousal. For about ten minutes she went on like this, just shifting in her seat. I bit my lip as I listened to her sweet voice crying out softly in need. Now I definitely wanted to know what she was dreaming about. A high pitched soft moan and sharp gasp passed from her lips, causing my heart to skip and a twitch in my pants. It was absolutely inappropriate to think about but as my eyes wandered over her face, they landed on her lips. I wanted to kiss them. They looked so soft and warm and smooth. I could feel my face frowning, upset that I wasn’t the one making her sound this way. After a while, she quieted down but my thoughts did not. I wanted to dig my fingers into her wild blonde tresses, have her long long legs wrapped around my waist. I wanted her. The real her. Not the one she shows me at work. Even though I realized at that point that I barely knew who she was to begin with. I could only hope that would change throughout the weekend.

Eventually I found myself falling asleep. Not for long though. The stewardess ended up coming to wake me 15 minutes before we landed. When I opened my eyes, she gave me a kind smile. I looked out of the window next to me, blinking myself awake rather slowly as I admired the sunrise and the aerial view of Rome. In my opinion, it wasn’t such a bad thing to wake up to. I yawned and sat up in my seat, stretching my back, cracking my neck. She patted my shoulder in a motherly fashion and disappeared into the back of the plane again. I stood up, brushing the random strands of hair off of my face and sat on the couch next to my sleeping assistant. I yawned again, running my hand down her shoulder, shaking her awake gently as I whispered her name. Her eyes fluttered open and immediately her face turned a bright red. She jumped a little, startled by seeing me and I held my hands up in defense.

“It’s just me!” I said softly with a smile. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you.” She blinked at me a couple times as she sat up, my jacket falling off of her as she did. “We’re about to land and I, uh…. figured you might wanna see the sky view.” I told her, raising the blind that covered the small window near her head, pointing at the view. She turned around and the look on her face was priceless. She brought her fingers to her lips, concealing the wide grin that spread across her lips and gasped in wonder. The sunlight seemed to make her eyes shine a bit brighter than normal and I tore my gaze away to enjoy the view with her. It was a fantastic sight.

“This is amazing…” she said in awe.

“Wait til we actually get into the city.” I said, standing as I began to gather up my things to put them into my briefcase. She scooted to the edge of her seat and threw her arms in the air, stretching out her long limbs and I tried my damnedest not to look. She picked up her heels and put them back on her feet before leaning into the couch. I could feel her eyes on me as I got my things together. I looked up with a chuckle as her eyes narrowed.

“Did you finish what you needed to do?” She asked me.

“Uh… yeah.” I lied all too easily, sitting back in my recliner. The way she twirled a lock of hair around her finger told me that she didn’t believe a word.

“And did you get any sleep?” She asked. I forced a puff of air and ran my hand down my face tiredly.

“Actually, yes. More sleep than I would at home if you can believe it.”

“I don’t but okay.” She smirked. That time I was actually telling the truth. Normally I’d get maybe 2 or 3 hours in before I had to go to work. This time I got maybe 5. I could really feel the difference. If it were up to me though, I wouldn’t have gotten up at all. “You’re taking another nap before we go anywhere.” She told me boldly. I laughed. At least she cared enough.

“I think you missed the part where I’m your boss and I tell you what to do.” I said. But like a nagging wife, she was right. I could’ve used an hour or two more. “I’ll tell you what. We’ll both take some time to wind down before lunch.”

“What are we having?!” She damn near jumped out of her seat.

“I’m feeling like pasta.” I hummed. “With an excessive amount of Parmesan.”

When we landed at the hangar, we were greeted by a shiny black car, ready to take us to where we’d be staying. I booked a villa for us instead of a hotel. I figured it’d be quieter and not to mention there was a killer view from every balcony and patio. It was a nice 75 degrees out that morning. The wind pushed against us as we descended the stairs. The driver greeted us with a smile and opened the door for us before retrieving our bags. Lyric slid into the car and rubbed her eyes before groaning loudly.

“What is it?” I asked.

“I forgot I had makeup on… I probably look a mess now.” She grumbled.

“I don’t think so. You look good.” I told her truthfully. She stared at me as a blush tinted her cheeks.

“Thank you?” She wasn’t sure what to make of that. The fault being my own, I didn’t compliment her much. That was something that could change. The car began to drive us through the city and into the country just on the outskirts. A massive change from the big city buildings turning into rolling hills of green, some plots of land with small houses nearby. Everything looked so fresh and alive. A stark comparison to the area of New York we’d just come from. The skies were now blue and the clouds were perfectly fluffy.

It wasn’t long before we pulled into a long winding driveway, each side lined with well kept bushes of flowers. We pulled up to a two story beautifully stone built house, parts of it tastefully covered with vines and tall trees stood at its corners. There was a lovely little patio outside from what I could see. I could hear Lyric gasping as the car came to a stop. “No way we’re staying here….”

“Well I don’t feel like staying at a hotel so yes. We are.” I told her as the driver got out and opened my door. I then rounded the car and opened the door for her. Her eyes widened as she stepped out and looked around. The first thing she did was take her shoes off to walk in the soft plush grass out front. The grin on her face was something magical. I stood there a while and watched her wiggle her toes in the earth and my chest began to swell with adoration. She giggled and covered up her smile with her hands before looking at me.

“So… I can go inside there?” She asked rather childishly. I forced a laugh and nodded, shoving my hands in my pocket. She practically bolted into the house, throwing the doors open.

“And she’s off...” I chuckled as the driver began to grab our bags. I could hear her squealing from the upstairs.

“Holy shit!” I heard her swear and I burst into laughter. The house was pretty nice. Clean above all things, which I loved. The living space was open and looked cozy. The flooring was a pale hardwood and the walls, a detailed off white. Bricks molded the rounded archways and there was a fireplace as well. That bit I got excited about. I walked around, letting my fingertips grace the backs of the white couches and chairs, over the sea foam green colored pillows. That’s when my eyes landed on a massive, dark wood baby grand piano. Tucked in a corner was a beautiful Spanish guitar. ‘She’ll get a kick out of that…’ I thought as I pressed a few keys on the piano with a smirk. The driver placed our bags by the door and I paid him a generous tip, thanking him as he left us. I closed the double doors and sighed. It was going to be a long weekend.

Suddenly, Lyric appeared at the top of the stairs. “Did you see the piano?!” She exclaimed excitedly. I nodded.

“Yeah I did.” My heart was pounding from the beauty of her broad grin. “Did you see the guitar?” I asked.

“I MISSED A GUITAR?!” She began flying down the stairs to the corner I pointed at. She picked it up and her eyes seemed to light up.

“Do you play?” I asked feigning ignorance. Of course she played. You can’t be the lead singer of a band and not play.

“I play a little.” She answered coyly. I smirked.

“You’ll have to play for me some time.” I said, resting my jacket on the back of the couch and taking off my neck tie.

“You’ll have to get me really drunk. I get shy at small audiences.” She mumbled, running her thumb down the untuned strings of the instrument. The words just fell from my lips without thinking.

“You never have to be shy with me.” I said. She looked up and bit her lip nervously before setting the guitar back down. I tore my gaze from her to look down the hall. I could see the corner of a refrigerator. “Have you checked out the kitchen yet?” I asked. She shook her head no. “After you…” I gestured down the hall, stepping away to make room for her. She sauntered by and shuffled into the kitchen, me strolling behind her.

As we stopped at the bricked threshold of the kitchen, Lyric gasped. Turning around, she had the goofiest expression and let out a silent, whispery scream. I was impressed. The cabinets were all white and the countertops were a sandy granite. There was an island with a few stools and a massive refrigerator, complete with a wine cooler, stocked with the finest Italian wine. She gave an exaggerated gasp as she opened up the wine cooler and pulled a bottle of red. She looked at me with wide eyes.

“This kitchen…. I have to cook in this kitchen!” She exclaimed with an excited laugh. “Oh my god and look!” She said pointing to a massive rounded archway with double doors that led to the back. There were pillars wrapped in the greenest vines and on the bricked patio, a couple of dark arm chairs with white cushions, a coffee table was set in the middle of them decorated with a few candles and an ashtray. Along the outside wall were a few torches that could be lit on fire. Behind it was a set of bricked stairs, lined with small candles, that led into a grassy area. There was a small, rounded table near the edge where there was a magnificent view of the Italian countryside. I followed Lyric down the steps and we both stood by the edge of the grassy platform to stare at the sun still rising in the sky over the rolling hills. Further around the corner, was a decently sized pool and a hot tub. In an instant I began to think of all the things we could do. This was an unintentionally romantic place to be. If I had to be there with anyone though, I was glad it was her.

“Mr. Adler…. Thank you for taking me….” She sighed in awe, hugging the red wine bottle against her chest.

“Don’t thank me. Your research brought us here. You should enjoy it.” I said, leaning into the archway.

“No, Mr. Adler you don’t get it…. This is so much space… I…”

“If it’s what you wanna hear: you’re welcome.” I smiled. With that, I clapped my hands together and smiled. “Now. Since you’ve seen the upstairs before me, have you picked a room?” She turned to look at me with a puzzled expression.

“I was just gonna take the one you didn’t want… I mean I’m not picky.”

“Oh, please. Don’t women need their space to do…. woman things?”

“Yeah but you’re also my boss.” She told me. I stared at her a moment. Even away from the office, she tried her best to be a good employee.

“Such manners.” I mumbled. “Alright. I’ll go take a look and I’ll holler when I make a decision.”

It didn’t take long for me to choose. Both rooms were big and clean with their own bathrooms, both had nice TVs, both came with a massive window for a fantastic view of the countryside, both had decent closet and drawer space. The only difference was one had a vanity complete with a mirror and the other did not. I sighed, imagining Lyric sitting there, putting on her makeup or doing whatever it was she did to make her skin glow the way it did. I walked back down the stairs to grab my bag and took them to my room. Then I grabbed hers and laid them on the loveseat in front of her bed. Decisions made. “Lyric, I put your stuff in your room for you!” I hollered down the steps. I could hear the small pitter patter of her bare feet on the hardwood as she approached. Not wanting to swoon more than I already had, I grunted from behind my bedroom door.

“Are you sure that’s the one you want?” She asked me. I just nodded.

“I’m sure. Listen, you were right. I’m still a little tired so I’m gonna shower and take a few more hours.” I told her.

“Okay! Well… I’ll work on getting us a car and maybe do some grocery shopping.” She smiled.

“Alright. Be careful walking around by yourself. If you need me, you have my number.”

“Of course, sir—”

“You can drop the formalities, Lyric. We’re not at the office.” I assured her. I wanted her to be comfortable. Here and around me. I could tell it baffled her a bit by the way her mouth hung open. I smiled at her a moment and took off my neck tie. “Go do what you need to do.” I told her before closing my door. I pressed my back against the door and groaned. Behaving around her was certainly going to be difficult. Especially with her just being so cute. And then there was hearing her on the plane. Those moans weren’t something I could easily forget. Shaking off the nerves, I began to unpack and ready myself for a nice long shower.

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bapyess1r · 5 years ago

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Sunny Daze Masterlist

Author’s Note: I hope you guys enjoy the story as much as I’m enjoying writing it! I actually love OC so much 😭💖 pls lemme know what you think 🥰

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CH. 14: in progress 😎

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cchickki · 1 year ago

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My Fanfic Masterlist

My fanfics through the years from both ao3 and fanfiction.net

thinking about opening requests for some one shots soon! i also have more ideas for some shorter fics, but i want to try and catch up on what i'm already working on first

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Thank you all for the support <3

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Beyond the Deep - Kaidan Alenko x (Custom) Fem Shep ao3 | ff.net | chapters: 11/? | rating: M | status: in progress

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a-aexotic · 2 years ago

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picture perfect

PICTURE PERFECT. series masterlist

☆. ˚ ⚘ synopsis y/n l/n was outer bank's certified golden child; 4.2 gpa, athletic scholarships from all over the country, sweet and beautiful. she was everything anyone wanted to be. she started dating noah yanis in the eighth grade at the will of her parents and has been for the past five years, but she was never satisfied. he always treated her like a second choice even though she was his girlfriend. rafe cameron is the self acclaimed kook-prince. he was egotistical, arrogant, and down right an asshole. he's known y/n his whole life and has always envious of her lifestyle until one night on her 17th birthday party, she breaks down about everything going on. unbeknownst to everyone else in his life, he's actually not a monster so he helps her calm down. they end up kissing, which was the start of a very messy affair concealed away from everyone else on the outer banks.

will noah yanis find out about their relationship? will the entire island find out, as well?

☆. ˚ ⚘ pairing ooc!rafe cameron x fem!reader

☆. ˚ ⚘ warnings fwb, cheating, smut, tbd

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hanalwayssolo · 5 years ago

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Double dose here. OTP questions 3, 4, 6, 9, 12, 14, 18, and 27 for our fave life changing pair: Rafe x Leti boo. And let's do Nate and Elena too. Have fun!! 🌞🌞🌞

Thank you so much not-so-anon @oc-musings for sending this in!!!

Rafe x Leti

3. What is one thing that one person does that drives the other absolutely crazy?

Leti sends Rafe random selfies in her lingerie, and sometimes, she does it at the most inappropriate time. She usually knows what Rafe’s schedule would be like for the day, so more often than not, she sends it whenever he has a meeting or he’s out and about, chilling with his friends. And Rafe, god bless his soul, would lose his shit over this. He knows she’s tempting him on purpose, and she knows he can never quite resist her. Which is both true. Most of the time, Rafe never even replies to her texts. He just drops everything and he drives straight back home.

4. How would they describe one another?

For Leti, Rafe is the first man she genuinely loved; for Rafe, Leti is the only person who ever loved him right.

6. What moment made each person first realize they were in love with the other?

It both happened for them on their third date in an amusement park.

For Leti, it was that moment when Rafe took her to a food stall that served her favourite food, and he knew exactly what to order for her, down to the sides and the extra toppings she usually asked for. And she couldn’t even remember explicitly telling him about what her favourite food was or how she wanted it. But she did take him one time to a night market that had a similar food stall. Did he seriously pick all of that and paid attention? Anyway. It was then that Leti realized, This guy is a keeper.

For Rafe, it simply happened when Leti took his hand and dragged him to the photo booth, and she laughed and he was struck by the sound of her laughter, like How could I have possibly gone through life without knowing that sound, as if that had immediately filled a void inside him, and it was then that he knew. All he could think of was, This is the woman I want to spend the rest of my life with.

9. What was their worst fight about? Who apologized first & how?

Their worst fight happened post-breakup. Said breakup happened when Rafe proposed and Leti, who was not ready yet at the time, turned him down. And so wanting to get back together, Leti reached out to Rafe and apologized, but he was pretty hurt by what had happened and so it has been really complicated for them to navigate their relationship ever since.

12. What would both say is their favorite memory of the other?

Always that sweet third date.

14. What are their love languages?

They both thrive in physical affection, but Rafe is someone who is particularly generous in spoiling Leti with gifts, despite her begging him not to keep spending such lavish things just for her.

18. What was the biggest hurdle in their relationship?

Well, apart from the failed engagement, there’s also Rafe’s obsession with Avery’s treasure, so.

27. One headcanon you have about this OTP

Regardless of whatever they’ve been through, whether they are together or not, Rafe is always ready to leave everything for Leti and to go through violent lengths just to protect her. And by going through violent lengths, I mean this:

One time, sometime after their breakup, when Leti got herself injured after getting into trouble with the man who hired her for a hacking job, Rafe secretly paid her a visit when she was unconscious. He took care of all her medical bills. He immediately asked his men to find this bastard who hurt her. That man’s body was found on the river the next day.

Nate x Elena

3. What is one thing that one person does that drives the other absolutely crazy?

Elena having to endure Nathan’s lies Okay, but seriously though, on a positive note, it drives Elena crazy when Nate keeps leaving her notes in random places apart from the fridge, like her journal, inside her camera bag, on her computer. And the notes are usually very suggestive in nature, and if not, it’s really explicit, like, “can’t wait to make love to you tonight,” or “you look really nice without clothes on, babe.” (She never throws it away, though. She keeps it tucked at the sleeve of her journal.)

4. How would they describe one another?

Elena might consider Nate as a pain in the ass, but he is her pain in the ass. Because despite his faults, she loves his bravery and his capacity to care for others, and there is nothing more in the world that she loves than being by his side.

On the other hand, Nate is just lost without Elena. He has never imagined someone could ever endure him with such grace and patience. He feels fortunate to be cared for and loved by someone like her who cares and loves so deeply, and honestly, he would be a complete idiot if he lets go of her again.

6. What moment made each person first realize they were in love with the other?

It both happened for them in Nepal.

Nate was waiting for Elena to recover from her injuries. He hated himself for it, that he had to wait for something like this to happen to Elena for him to realize how he can’t afford to lose her, and all at once, it hits him like a ton of bricks that, shit, I’m in love with her.

Elena, on the other hand, realized her feelings for Nate when she woke up and found him sleeping on the side of her bed, holding her hand, his face still damp with tears.

9. What was their worst fight about? Who apologized first & how?

Their argument in King’s Bay still takes the cake. (And we all know how that went down.)

12. What would both say is their favorite memory of the other?

The first time they met. Because who would have thought that a thieving fraud and a journalist would ever get together? (They’re also pretty fond of telling this story to Cassie. Lord knows she already knows this story by heart.)

14. What are their love languages?

They’re both big on acts of service and quality time, for sure.

18. What was the biggest hurdle in their relationship?

When Nathan lied to Elena about the whole quest to find Avery’s treasure. I mean, that pretty much challenged their marriage, the fact that Nate was unable to be fully transparent and honest to Elena.

27. One headcanon you have about this OTP

I’ve already written about this here, but again, here it goes:

I think at some point when Elena tells Nate that she’s pregnant, Nate kind of freaks out about it? Like, he feels that he isn’t ready yet, and he fears that he might end up being like his old man. But instead of going through that anxiety on his own, here is where he finally learns to be completely open and honest to Elena. (With a little push in the right direction c/o his brother, who would’ve thunk.) And to his surprise, he isn’t the only one who is anxious about it. Elena feels the same way, too. And Elena’s relief at that moment listening to Nate, him confiding in her with such intimate openness after what had happened to them feels like a massive weight has been finally lifted off her chest.

otp ask meme

#uncharted #rafe adler #nathan drake #elena fisher #oc: leticia cruz #rafe adler x oc #otp: rafe adler x leticia cruz #otp: nathan drake x elena fisher #my writing #will i ever get tired writing about my parents? no #will i also ever get tired writing a helplessly in love rafe adler? absolutely not #also i really should clean up my ship tags ugh

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labaguettegameuse · 2 years ago

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So this is my uncharted oc Alyssane. That I shipped with Rafe.

And given the real set of badonkers she have, I thought it should be a good idea to cover it up a bit.

With rafe’s face. Thanks to Snapchat.

(She was made with a shit tons of Cc on the sims 4. But I have a bad memory. I’ve found my happiness on tumblr, pateron, the sims ressources. So if I recognize some of your creations, come and say hi so I can gave you Better credits 👋🏻)

#uncharted #uncharted 4 #uncharted oc #oc ; Alyssane #Rafe Adler x oc #the sims 4 #sims 4 Cc

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banditoxkenshin · 3 years ago

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Chapter Seven- Regret

Camila woke up next to her brother and saw Elena tending to his wounds, listening to Nate talking.

“And everything changed after that. Y’know, we became… explorers. Adventurers. Mostly thieves. Ow.”

“Okay, hold still.” Elena whispered.

“You know, for a while it felt like… if we weren’t taking turns going to jail… it was because we were in jail together. And… after I lost him, I-- Or, after I thought… I lost him--”

“You didn’t want to bring him back up again.”

“Something like that. Well, that’s it. Now you know everything.”

“With you, I doubt that that’s everything. But… it’s a lot.”

“Love to know what you’re thinking.”

“’m thinking that you’re lucky that I found you when I did.”

“Yeah.”

“How did you find us, anyway?”

“Oh you know, easy. Just follow the sound of gunfire.”

“Yeah. No, I mean, how did you get here…?” There was the sound of airplane engines overhead. “Oh… of course.”

Elena put the radio up to her mouth as she spoke, “Come in, Sully.”

“Hey, darlin’. How’re they doing?”

“Oh, you know, they’re banged up, but they’re alive. Par for the course. I’m going to make sure Camila is okay. Now we just need to rescue the other Drake.”

“What do you mean?

“I’ll let Nate and Cam tell you.” She handed Nate the radio.

“Hey, pal. Glad you could join us.”

“Yeah, wouldn’t miss it. So what happened to Sam?”

“Rafe’s got him.”

“Shit. You know where they are?”

“Yeah. They’re headed to the northern side of the island. See if you can find a place to set down over there. Once we get Sam, we’re going to need to get outta here pretty quick.”

“Copy that. Hey, hey-- What about the treasure?”

“Forget it. We don’t need it.”

“But what about Alcazar?”

“It’s all bullshit.”

When Nate said that, he eyed Camila for a moment.

“Wait. You mean… the debt, the… the escape?”

“Yeah. Sam made it all up. What an asshole, right. Look, I’ll fill you in on everything when I see you.”

“Yeah. I can’t wait. Look, you three be safe down there.”

“Trade ya.” Elena told Nate as she handed him a gun.

Elena came over to Camila and knelt down next to her.

“Hey girly. How are you doing?” She asked, placing a gentle hand on her belly.

“I’m okay. Bruised, but I'm alive.”

Elena helped Camila stand up as Nate rested his hand on his sister’s lower back.

“Is the baby going to be okay? You took a heavy fall.”

“If they’re a Drake, they can survive anything.”

Nate laughed a bit as the three made their way towards New Devon.

“How far along are you?” Elena asked, looking at Cami.

“Almost three months.”

“Congratulations. Nate and I will be very excited to babysit your child.”

Nate chuckled softly and looked at his wife before looking at his twin.

“What are you hoping for?” He asked her.

“A boy. But I just want the baby to be healthy.”

The three made their way to New Devon, and Camila trailed behind while Nate and Elena discussed their relationship. Things weren’t going too well right now, and Cami wanted to give them space. The three got into the Jeep, and Camila closed her eyes, glad to give her legs a break from walking so much. She had fallen asleep rather quickly, and when she woke up, Nate was working on trying to fix the water wheel for an ancient elevator.

“Are you hungry? I have some granola bars.” Elena offered.

Camila’s stomach growled in response as she took a granola bar. “Yeah, I’m eating for two after all.”

She began to munch on the granola bar as Nate got the water wheel working. However, when he did that, Shoreline mercenaries showed up. They began shooting at the Jeep, and Camila took cover, but she fired her pistol blindly at the Shoreline Jeeps. The elevator started ascending as Elena and Cami continued shooting Shoreline soldiers. A bullet grazed Camila’s shoulder, causing her to yelp in pain and grit her teeth together.

Eventually, the shooting stopped and Nate climbed into the elevator. Elena was tending to Camila’s arm as Nate rushed over.

“Everything okay??” Nate asked, looking at his sister worriedly.

“Bullet grazed me, but I'm okay.”

The three made their way through more elevators, and soon they arrived at New Devon. There were soldiers patrolling the area, and Camila had an idea.

“What if I turn myself in?” She looked at Nate.

“What? No!” Her twin’s eyes widened.

“It’ll get those mercenaries off of you.”

“There are a lot of soldiers, Nate...” Elena sighed softly.

“No, Elena. They’ll probably kill her!!”

“They won’t. They know Rafe will kill anyone who touches me in a way he doesn’t like.”

“True... Fine, but be careful, and keep an eye on Sam.”

Camila nodded and made her way down before she dove into the water, turning the soldiers’ attention towards her. She surfaced as the guards pointed their guns towards her.

“Don’t shoot!” A soldier commanded as Camila swam towards the mercenaries.

She got pulled out of the water and thrown to the ground.

“You sure give us a hard time.” The soldier snarled before calling for Rafe through the radio. “We found her.”

Camila was pulled to her feet as they pushed her towards her husband and her brother.

“Cami!” Sam called as he went towards her before a guard hit him with the butt of his gun.

Camila caught her brother as he fell and held onto him tightly.

“I thought you were dead,” Sam whispered, holding his sister.

“That’s payback for Panama.” Camila joked.

Sam chuckled and pulled back to look at his sister.

“How is he?” She asked.

“He was hysterical.”

Camila’s eyes glanced over her brother’s shoulder as Rafe made his way towards the Drake siblings.

“Camila!”

“Rafael.”

Camila slowly walked towards her husband, and he reached for her but stopped short when his wife flinched away from him. Rafe felt his stomach twist as his eyebrows twitched a little bit. Camila took a breath as she gently cupped her husband’s face in her hands.

“Look what I did to you...” he whispered, looking at the bruise on her cheek.

“I forgive you.”

Rafe closed his eyes as a tear slipped down his cheek, “I shouldn't have hit you. I’m so sorry.”

“I forgive you Rafael.”

His eyes opened, and he looked at her with a soft smile. He swallowed a bit and held the ring up, a hopeful glimpse in his eyes. She offered her hand, and Rafe gently slid the ring back onto her finger.

“You’re too good for me, Cam.”

“Yeah, she is.” Sam sent Rafe a side glance.

Rafe narrowed his eyes at Sam before Camila pulled away from her husband.

“Let’s just find the treasure.”

~ᴛɪᴍᴇ ꜱᴋɪᴘ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜꜱᴇ ɪ’ᴍ ʟᴀᴢʏ~

The group had arrived at a ship graveyard, and Camila was looking at a small golden coin she found lying around. Rafe came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist, pressing a soft kiss to the bruise on her cheek. He nuzzled his nose against her cheek and closed his eyes.

“Your brothers cause me a lot of trouble,” he told her.

“I know.”

Camila smiled softly and looked over at her husband. Rafe put his hands on her baby bump and gently kissed her cheek again.

“How are you doing, love?” Rafe asked her, nuzzling his cheek against hers.

“I’m aching, but I'm more concerned for our child.”

Rafe’s eyes widened as he looked at the small bump. “Do you feel movement? Is everything okay?”

“I’m sure they’ll be okay.”

“I’ll make it up to you with this treasure. I promise.”

~ᴀɴᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ꜱᴋɪᴘ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜꜱᴇ ɪ'ᴍ ʟᴀᴢʏ~

Camila stood next to Rafe as Nadine and Rafe started arguing with each other.

“Sam just stole our goddamn boat. He’s headed for Avery’s ship. Come on.”

“Let him. We’re done.”

“We’re done?” Rafe raised an eyebrow.

“Most of my men are dead, Rafe. And those who aren’t have already left.”

“Can you see that? The end is literally in sight.” He pointed towards the ship looming behind him.

“That maniac pirate of yours has rigged this entire cave. I’m not setting foot on his ship.”

Rafe took a step closer to Nadine, “Nadine. If you cut and run right now, the loss of all your men -- everything that we’ve done -- is for nothing.”

“We have millions in gold right here. I’d say that plus our lives is something. You have your wife and a baby on the way.”

Rafe shook his head and chuckled a bit. “We’re on the verge… of making history here, and you’re willing to just walk off with a pittance a fraction of what Sam’s gonna get from that boat.”

“If he can walk away from that ship alive… he can have it. Hell, I’d say he’s earned it. God knows you didn’t.”

Rafe bared his teeth and slapped Nadine. “Now, look… We can stand here and insult each other all day… or we can finish what it is that we--”

Nadine straightened up and punched Rafe, “ Oh, we’re finishing it all right--”

The mercenary on Camila’s right pointed his gun at Nadine. “Sorry ma’am.”

Rafe rubbed his jaw. “Yeah… Thing about mercenaries, Nadine… their loyalty, it’s bought… it’s not earned. Now, come on. Either we finish this thing together… or we can just end it right here.”

“Let’s go make history.” Nadine looked at Rafe.

The group got into the small boat and began going towards the pirate ship. They climbed onto the ship, and Rafe and Cami went below deck. She found Sam looking at some gold, and she ran up to him and hugged him. Sam jumped, but he relaxed and turned to hug his sister.

Rafe stepped into the room and glared at Sam.

“You took everything from me.” Rafe snarled.

“Rafe, you did this to yourself.”

Cami felt Sam’s grip tighten around her body as he kept his eyes on Rafe.

“Give me my wife.”

Sam narrowed his eyes. “After the way you hit her? No.”

“Samuel. Give me. My wife.”

“It’s okay, Big Brother.” Cami whispered.

Sam let go of her, and she went to Rafe’s side, who wrapped his arm around her waist and pressed a kiss to her head. Before she could react, an explosion rocked the ship, and a wooden pillar fell on top of Sam, pinning him between the floor and the pillar.

“Sam!”

She rushed towards her brother and tried to pull the pillar off of him. Rafe stepped out of the room, leaving the Drake siblings alone.

“Sam, you’re going to be fine. We’ll get you out of here.” Camila told her brother as she fruitlessly tried to pull the pillar up.

“Cami... Cami, wait.”

Camila looked at her brother.

“Do you love him?” He asked softly.

“Yes, with all of my heart.”

Sam gave her a soft smile and nodded. “He’s insane.”

“I know.” Cami laughed.

Nate found them a few minutes later, “Sam!” He rushed towards them and tried to pull the pillar up with Camila.

“Relax, he’s alive. Y’know, this idiot nearly got us all killed.” Rafe stepped into the room and coughed as smoke and ashes filled the room. He pointed his gun at Nate.

“I’m getting him outta here.” Nate replied, raising his hands in surrender.

“No…. you’re not.”

“Rafe, you can have the treasure, all right? Just let me save my brother.”

Rafe threw his head back into a laugh, “After everything he’s done…? How noble of you… but no.”

“We stay here any longer and we’re all dead. Is that what you want?”

“That’s not what I said. What do you think, Nadine?” Rafe coughed again as Nadine stepped into the room, pointing her gun at Nate. “Good to see you up and about. Be a dear and relieve Nate there of his gun?”

Nadine motioned with her pistol, “Hand it over.”

Nate took a step in front of Camila, but he gave his gun to Nadine. “You really think you can trust him? Huh?”

“Not your concern.” She snapped.

“Now, why are you trying to instigate? Nate, Nadine and I are partners… I don’t screw over my partners. Get over there. You and your brother, though… Right from the start, you took advantage of my generosity. You tried to cut me out and it’s high time you learned--”

Nadine pointed her gun at Rafe, causing Camila to gently grab her twin’s arm.

“What are you doing?” Rafe asked.

“Now you give me your gun.” Nadine remarked.

“Nadine...”

“I won’t ask you again.”

“You are being… profoundly stupid right now.”

“Look over there.”

“Nadine, stop screwing around--” a gunshot cut through the air, causing Rafe to flinch, “--Jesus!”

“I said look!”

“Okay, it’s a couple of skeletons. So what?”

“I don’t know as much about history as you boys… but I’ve got a pretty good idea who those two are.”

“Well, enlighten us.”

“It’s Avery and Tew. They killed each other.” Nate interjected, slowly pushing his arm out to further protect Camila.

“Good for them. What’s the point?” Rafe tilted his head.

“Everyone obsessed with this treasure… gets what they deserve.” Nadine continued.

“So what, you’re just leaving us here to die, Nadine?” Nate asked.

“Oh, I’m just leaving. Whether you die or not, I don’t really care.”

“Nadine… wait--!”

“So long, Rafe.”

Nadine stepped out of the room and shut the door.

“Nadine! Nadine! You open this goddamn door right now!”

“Rafe, she‘s gone! C’mon, give me a hand; we’ll all get out of here.” Nate motioned with his hand toward Sam.

“Oh, no… No, that won’t work.”

“C’mon, help me with Sam and I’ll help you open the door.”

“No, I’m not going to be able to enjoy… one of these coins…” Rafe picked up a sword.

“God… damn it…” Nate groaned.

“…knowing that you and your worthless brother are still sucking air.”

“All right, just… just calm down. You can practice your fencing when we get outside.”

Camila’s eyes widened as she watched her husband. “Rafael.”

He locked eyes with Camila and twirled the sword in his hand. His attention was pulled back to Nate.

“Seriously, Rafe… this is insane, even for you,” Nate stated.

“You want to hear insane? ‘Nathan Drake raced a madman and his entire army to the steps of Shambhala.’” Rafe swung his sword, causing Nate and Cami to jump back in unison.

“Rafe please!” Cami whimpered.

“Nathan Drake found a lost city in the middle of the Rub’ al Khali desert.” Rafe swung his sword again, causing the two twins to duck and go in separate directions.

Camila realized he was only going for Nate.

“Nathan Drake discovered the fabled El Dorado…” Rafe snarled.

“Nathan Drake is a legend.” He laughed. “You know, I shoot the man who told me that.

Camila put her hand on Rafe’s arm, and he instinctively elbowed backwards, sending his wife to the ground. She grunted and held her stomach. Rafe turned around, and Camila stared up at the man in front of her.

Nate picked up a sword, “Look I get it, you don’t like me very much.”

Rafe turned around to address Camila’s twin brother.

“You no, for all your “greatness,” Nate, you have nothing. You are nothing. And I warned you to get out of my way.” He swung his sword, and the two blades connected. “I have sacrificed everything to find Avery. And I’m not gonna let a couple of two-bit thieves… a senile con man… and a washed-up journalist take that away from me!”

“Enough!”

“You care… about that parade of losers so much… I’m going to make sure they join you.”

Nate narrowed his eyes and looked at Camila. “Can I?”

Cami nodded, as Nate sucked in a breath, looking at Rafe. “En garde (On guard), dickhead.”

“That’s the spirit. Come on, Nate. Hold… still! C’mon, quit prolonging the inevitable. My arm’s getting tired. Now we’re getting somewhere.”

“The hell’s wrong with you?”

The two swords connected again, and Rafe pushed his blade towards Nate’s body.

“This… might hurt a little.”

“Get off Rafe!”

Nate kicked Rafe in the stomach as Camila crawled backwards to regain her strength.

“C’mon, “legend”. Yeah! Come on, Nate. Come on! Yeah! Now that’s the Nathan Drake I hear so much about. All right, all right.”

“We’re done here. I’m taking my brother, my twin, and we’re leaving. You want to stay and burn with this ship, you be my guest.”

Rafe and Nate collided swords, but Rafe managed to knock Nate’s sword to the side, the sword colliding with the wooden floor. Rafe pointed his sword at Nate and smirked triumphantly.

“You got me. You know what, Nate? Underneath all the bravado you’re just a sad little boy… with delusions-- of grandeur… who, by the way, can’t fence for shit. So long, Nathan Drake.”

“Nathan!” Sam called as he threw a sword at his younger brother.

“You don’t know when to give up, do you? That’s good. Don’t hand it to me. I’ve had everything handed to me… on a goddamn silver platter. Everything except this and Camila! I earned this. All of it.”

“You want the treasure, Rafe? It’s all yours.” Nate swung his sword, releasing a huge net of treasure.

“RAFE!” Camila charged forward and pushed Rafe out of the way as the treasure collided into the floor.

Rafe looked up at Camila as his eyes instantly softened.

“Cami... I’m so sorry.”

She shook her head and went to help her brothers. She felt herself starting to choke on the smoke, and she and Nate tried to pull the wooden pillar up.

“Holy shit. Hey, c’mon. Let’s get you out of here.” Nate breathed out.

“I’m trying… It’s too heavy.” Sam gasped.

“Just try again, Sam. Cami replied.

“It’s no use.”

“Try again! Agh-- c’mon!” Nate strained to pull the pillar.

“Nathan, Camila--”

“God-- damn it!” Nate grit his teeth.

“Listen to me! Listen to me! All I ever wanted to do… was find this treasure with you two.”

“Sam, no, shut up.” Cami looked at her brother.

“Hey, we did It. We did it, little brother. Okay? It’s all right.”

“No, there’s gotta be another way--”

“Nathan, Camila. You gotta go.”

Camila coughed hoarsely as Nate spoke again, “No, no, there’s gotta be something--”

“You gotta go!” Sam urged.

“There’s something--”

“There is no other way! C’mon, you two. I gotta know you made it out all right!”

“No...” Camila started crying silently at the thought of losing her brother.

“Camila, the whole place is about to blow up!”

“That’s it!” Nate chimed in.

“What the hell are you doing?” Sam asked.

Nate pushed a cannon and aimed it at the wall of the ship.

“Just trust me.”

“God damn it.”

“Just get your head down!”

Camila braced herself next to her brother.

“Oh shit...” Sam whispered.

Nate blew the plank off with the cannon as water started flooding the ship.

“Do it now. C’mon. Go! Go!” Nate said as he used the water to start pulling the pillar up. “Alright--”

“You are one crazy son of a bitch.” Sam chuckled.

“Takes one to know one. C’mon.”

Camila went over to her husband who was looking at her in guilt and pain. The water was up to her chest already.

“Camila, let’s go.” Sam called.

“Cami... go without me.” Rafe whispered.

She gently cupped Rafe’s face in her hands, and the male leaned into her touch.

“I’m not leaving you.” Cami told him.

“I’ve hurt you twice. I’m not fit to be a father. I’m never going to-”

Camila pulled him in for a kiss, and he wrapped his arms around Cami’s waist. She pulled away as Rafe furrowed his brow.

“Camila...”

“You’re not perfect, but I love you. This baby needs its dad.”

Rafe looked down at her baby bump. “You’re right.”

The water went over their heads, and the four of them started swimming out of the ship. The cave started collapsing as they all frantically swam. Some large rocks knocked into Camila, forcing the girl underwater. Another rock knocked her in the head, knocking her out. Rafe and Nate had made it to land, but Sam and Camila hadn’t surfaced.

“Camila?!”

“Sam!!”

Sam surfaced with Camila on his back, and he gently pulled her to shore. Rafe rushed forward and checked for a pulse.

“No no no!” Rafe frantically began performing CPR on his wife. “Cami come on!”

Sam and Nate were right by Rafe’s side.

“Come on Little Sister.” Sam whispered.

“Please, I need you.” Rafe begged as he continued.

Camila suddenly shot up, spitting out water and coughing. Rafe pulled his wife into his arms, holding her close. He closed his eyes and rested his head against hers.

“My hero...” Camila pressed a soft kiss to Rafe’s jaw.

“Nearly gave me a heart attack.” Rafe mumbled.

Elena and Sully watched Rafe with caution as the four of them stood up. Camila leaned against Rafe for support.

“Hiya darlin’.” Sully said to Cami.

“Hi Sully.”

“Let’s go home.” Sam looked at all of them.

The group made their way towards Sully’s seaplane, and Rafe and Cami trailed behind so they could talk.

“I’m really sorry for everything, love. Truly, I am.” Rafe told her as the couple held hands and walked.

“I forgive you,” Cami replied, looking over at him.

“What? Just like that?”

“We made vows, Rafe. I intend to keep them.”

The couple had stopped.

“You’re something else.”

“I am a Drake.”

Rafe couldn’t help but let out a scoff. Camila took his other hand and held it.

“But I'm also an Adler.”

The male grinned and shook his head. “God, I love you.”

He pulled his wife in for a kiss and held her tightly. They pulled away.

“I love you too, Rafe.”

The couple then made their way towards the rest of the group.

CHAPTER EIGHT (FINAL CHAPTER)

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honeysidesarchived · 3 years ago

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[1/2] graphics commissions for @scungilliwoman - charlie berger x rafe adler

love is such a priceless treasure that you can buy the whole world with it, and redeem not only your own but other people's sins.

#oc: charlier berger #rafe adler x original female character #friends ocs #my commissions #amanda to say i am obsessed.....understatement #thankfully these two now occupy a corner of my mind rent free!#love me a luxury couple hrghrg

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s1cparvism4gna · 4 years ago

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PuNK

WARNINGS: SMUUUUT, cursing

Pairings: Rafe Adler x OC

Tags: @desertvvitch , @courtenbae , @tiecladartist

Author’s Note: I’m now going to be posting my fic chapters on this blog instead of the other. As always, let me know if you’d like to be tagged 💕 enjoy! 😉

Chapter 6

Lyric’s POV

The next week at work was… strange to say the least. First of all, I’d never been so well rested. Second, I had gotten a call from the dive bar that some fancy guy came in and bought all the Floral and Fading tee shirts. All of them. ‘Who needs 150 band tees? That are the same….’ I thought. I tried not to think much of it but we made a lot of money from it. Enough to get groceries and laundry done and enough to splurge on getting my nails done for Italy (which I still couldn’t believe I was even going!). The third reason, which was the strangest of them all, was Rafe. He was acting weird. And by weird, I mean he’d been smiling more and saying his morning greetings pleasantly. Instead of yelling bloody murder when he asked things of me, he’d temporarily step out of his office to physically look at me and pose his questions. And he’d say things like “please” or “would you mind”.... I was almost convinced he’d been abducted by aliens and replaced with a clone. He would let me go home early, he would extend my lunch breaks, and he even invited me to join him at lunch. On more than one occasion. To which I immediately but politely declined. It was too much too soon. It felt like a trap.

By the time Thursday rolled around, I had everything packed to go. The air in the office was as normal as always. Everyone was tired and complained about how shitty their morning was. Everyone but my coworker Winter who was solely interested in Rafe and I’s upcoming trip to Italy. But for all the wrong reasons…

“I just think he might have a little crush on you is all.” She said, scribbling in her journal and typing up something in her computer. I snorted rather loudly as I sipped on my coffee.

“That’s bullshit if I ever heard it—”

“Just hear me out!” She exclaimed, low enough for only the two of us to hear. She stood from her desk and scuttled over to sit on the edge of mine. I leaned back into my seat, legs crossed and lips pursed to keep myself from bursting into laughter.

“Please. I would love to hear your reasoning.” I said, awaiting her answer as if I was waiting for the punchline of a joke to kick in. She pushed her blonde hair behind her ears and leaned towards me.

“First of all, it’s really not that far off. He relies on you to get shit done around here. If you weren’t here, he’d be a wreck, this office would be a mess, and half of us would lose our jobs. Two! You haven’t even seen how he’s been looking at you lately—”

“He doesn’t see me—” I interrupted briefly, tugging on the collar of my light pink turtleneck and sipping my coffee.

“Bullshit. The other day when you two were in a meeting, you got up to do something for Mr. Ackles and I looked up for a split second, glanced in the conference room…. I swear to God, he could not stop staring at you. I mean everywhere you moved in the room, his eyes were on you.” She said to me. I crinkled my brows and opened my mouth to refute but truthfully I didn’t know what to say.

“I’m his assistant! He’s probably making sure that I don’t fuck up—” She made a face for me to shut up. So I tilted my head as she continued.

“And let's be real about this: we can not act like he’s not the most attractive man in the building.” She winked at me, looking around to make sure he wasn’t around. She wasn’t wrong. Rafe was very attractive. I just never stared long enough to be under his thrall. And I never would. He was much too uptight for me. “Ricki, look. You’re 32. You’re not gonna get any younger. And that punk act you’ve got going on isn't gonna last forever.” I scoffed, trying my best not to be offended. I put blood, sweat, tears, money, and sleep loss into my musical career.

“Wow…” I laughed, blinking at her a bit.

“Not saying that you won’t make it but… isn’t that type of music generally for the younger crowd?” She asked me. She wasn’t really helping herself.

“Keep on callin’ me old, Winter….” I warned her in a half joking tone.

“I just think that if it turns out that he really does like you, you’d be stupid to not at least try it out—”

“Okay, you know what? I don’t care how he looks at me. The man dramatically spits out coffee if it’s not the right temperature. Why do I need that kinda stress in my life?”

“Because he’s rich.”

“I don’t care about that. He’s a shitty person.” I said simply, ending the conversation as I grabbed a file from behind her and opened it to read. She gave a frustrated sigh and crossed her arms, looking at me in disappointment. I glanced up from the file and she was still standing there. “Was that all?” I asked in a slightly bitchy tone. She shook her head.

“You’re unbelievable.” She said, smacking the back of my head playfully and sitting at her desk.

“Unbelievably SICK!” I retorted, flipping her off momentarily and she chuckled. Just then, Rafe came stalking into the office.

“Good morning, Mr. Adler!” Winter greeted, like the kiss ass she tended to be. But he ignored her.

“Ms. Lewis, could you meet me in my office please?” He asked as he quickly walked by.

“Yes s-” Before I could even finish my answer, his door slammed shut. I blinked, unsure of what to even think. He was happy all week… ‘I hope he’s still happy…’ I thought as I stood. Winter and I exchanged glances and I entered his office. He was scarily quiet, his hands gripping onto the edge of his desk until his knuckles were white. His briefcase laid sprawled out on the floor; I assumed he tossed at the couch and it didn’t make it. I carefully closed the door behind me and walked towards his desk. Once again, I couldn’t help but ask. I rested my hands on one of the seats in front of his desk and crossed my ankles, taking a deep breath before speaking.

“Are you okay?” I asked. He gave a deep sigh before curling his fingers into fists and punched the desk for a second. I jumped at the sudden noise as he sat down.

“No, Lyric. I’m not okay. I was but not anymore.” He answered through gritted teeth.

“What happened?” I sat down in the seat I was leaning on, smoothing out my skirt as he paced behind his desk. He began with a huff, already seeming more irritable the more he dwelled on it.

“Tell me… have you been keeping up with Samuel by any chance?”He asked as calmly as possible. I gave a nervous chuckle.

“What- do you think we keep tabs on each other like teenagers?” I answered. Truthfully, I hadn’t seen him in a very long time. I was almost disappointed. Almost. Rafe’s cheeks seemed to turn a faint pink for a moment as his poker face faltered a bit.

“No, no- I just…. I figured since you two were so close in the office that maybe you kept in touch...” he replied in a boyish tone.

“Are you jealous?” I asked, trying to lighten the mood a bit clearly he wasn’t feeling it.

“Lyric, please… This is serious.” His tired green eyes locked with mine and I could immediately see that whatever the problem was was truly stressing him out. So I gave him a break.

“No. I haven’t heard from him.” I told him. He hummed at my answer and scratched at the stubble that attempted to appear on his chin. “Rafe, what’s going on?” I asked, beginning to feel concerned. He seemed to be doing a few breathing exercises before he answered.

“It seems that some of my research has gone missing.” He said, holding onto the back of his seat for dear life.

“And you think Sam took it?” I asked.

“Well he is a thief, after all… I wouldn’t put it past him.” he grumbled, putting his head in his hands. My eyes widened.

“No shit.”

“Yes shit. He didn’t just magically come out of thin air. I…” he paused to carefully choose his words. “I bailed him out.”

“Oh. Shit…. How long was he in for?” I asked. I couldn’t believe it.

“14 years…” he replied, running his fingers through his hair.

“For stealing?! What did he steal?! The Hope Diamond?!”

“Oh no he uh…. he killed a guard on the inside.” He mumbled.

“HE WHA- he what?!” I snapped.

“Yeah. Congratulations. You were flirting with a murderer.” He said in a sassy tone. I chuckled and denied it.

“No… I wasn’t...flirting-”

“You were just being friendly?” He said. I smirked at him.

“Oh piss off!” I said, playfully hitting his forearm. I half expected him to look at me like I was crazy but he just smiled small and huffed in frustration, resting his forehead on his desk.

“Ugh this is the fucking worst…” he said. “I bet he’s on his way to Italy for that cross now.”

“Okay cool- but it’s an auction. Last I checked he was broke as hell and the security will be so tight…. So don’t worry about it, okay?” I said, calmly. He searched my eyes for a moment and nodded. His shoulders dropped and he seemed a bit more at ease. I put a comforting hand over his and ran my thumb over his knuckles. “It’ll be fine. We are going to go to Italy, sip some wine, eat some pizza, and get all dressed up for this auction. And you’re going to walk out of the estate with this cross. I’m manifesting it. I am putting it into the ether.” I said as positively as possible. His eyes never left mine and his grip had tightened a little in my hand.

“Of all the fine cuisine that Rome has to offer, you still want... pizza?” He chuckled in amusement.

“Of course! I want real Italian pizza, okay? With melted mozzarella and fresh tomato sauce and all the seasonings! Not one from down the street...or a frozen box.” I said and the look he gave me shocked me. His eyes seemed to trace over every feature of my face and his cheeks faintly blushed again. For a second I began to wonder if this is what Winter saw. This look that he was giving me right now. That shy look of longing. He smiled and retrieved his briefcase, sitting it on his desk as he avoided my gaze.

“Very well. I’m sure there’s a decent pizzeria around.” He said, taking a seat.

“Yes!” I exclaimed as I stood to leave. “So remember! Don’t worry. You’ve got this all under control.” I said, backing out of the office. And with that, I went back to my own desk. I sat down with a sigh. I couldn’t shake the look he’d given me. I suddenly hated Winter for making me notice it. Something about him was no doubt changing and I was interested to see what. I sipped on my coffee and continued to work until the day was out.

Finally, it was time to go. I pulled my suitcase from under my desk and dragged it to sit next to me. The office had gone home for the day and my last order of business was to leave Winter instructions on what to do in our absence. I was literally shaking with excitement. I’d never been anywhere outside the country before. I couldn’t wait for a bit of warm weather. I was freezing my ass off here. Rafe seemed to keep his cool since I talked to him last and to be completely honest, I was glad about it. The last thing we needed was his temper on a whole 9 hour flight. After a while, he appeared from his office and closed his door behind him with a tired smile.

“You ready?” He asked me. I shot up from my seat and threw on my trench coat, making sure I had everything together.

“Absolutely!” I grinned.

“Allow me.” He said, lifting the handle of my suitcase and dragging it along behind him. I was surprised at him. I always knew he was a gentleman but I’d never been on the receiving end of it before.

We walked to the elevator that took us to the rooftop and waiting for us, on and ready, was the big white company plane. I stopped for a second as I watched Rafe board the plane to just appreciate the experience I was about to have. “Are you coming or are you just gonna stand there?!” I suddenly heard Rafe shout to me above the deafening engines, tearing me from my thoughts. I nodded and ran towards the plane, trying not to twist my ankles in the tall heels on my feet. He stretched out a hand to me and helped me up the small flight of stairs. We were greeted by the pilot and a stewardess and shown to what was pretty much a lounge on this plane. The interior of it all was absolutely gorgeous. There were lavish beige recliner seats and a couch to match. Portable desks were made cherry oak with golden cup holders and the carpets were a deep wine red with gold accents. Red curtains covered the windows and there were even decorative pillows and blankets— everything was made to match. When I sat down, the stewardess came in and immediately began asking us if we wanted food or drinks… or alcoholic beverages.

“We’ll take dinner here.” Rafe answered before I could even open my mouth. “I’m sure you’re starving by now, right?”

“Uh… yeah.” I whispered, shedding my jacket and sitting on the couch.

“What do you want?”

“What would you recommend?” I asked, truly unsure of what I wanted.

“Jack back there makes this roasted garlic chicken with vegetables that’s just… magic.” He chef’s kissed the air and I widened my eyes with a giggle, sitting back in my seat. I’d never seen Rafe so expressive.

“Well then I’ll have that!” I smiled. I watched him grin as he began loosening his tie, undoing a few buttons and rolling up the sleeves of his collared shirt, putting in an order for a seasoned fish and potatoes.

“Very good, sir. May I get the two of you started on drinks?”the stewardess asked.

“Chateau Margaux Red, in a chilled glass please.” He answered, opening and reaching into his briefcase to pull out a few folders and a pen. Then she turned to me.

“And for you, miss?” She asked with a kind smile.

“Um…. whiskey?” I answered vaguely.

“Is there a brand you prefer?”

“Um….. no. I usually just order whiskey and I get... whiskey.” I giggled nervously, scratching my head. In the corner of my eye, I could see Rafe smile a little, his shoulders bouncing from a light chuckle.

“Get her a glass of Glenfiddich.”He said and the two nodded at each other in agreement.

“Two glasses…. maybe three.” I corrected him and he laughed again.

“Yes,ma’am. I’ll be back shortly. We should be in the air in about 10 minutes.” She told us as she gave me a smile. I returned it and sat back on the couch, my fingers tapping on the arm. I was nervous about flying, I’d never flown before. But I couldn’t let him know that.

“You okay?” He asked suddenly.

“Yeah…. just… really want a cigarette…”

“Hmph. I didn’t know you smoked.” He said casually.

“Uh yeah…. I’m tryin’ to quit.” I mumbled.

“Well good. That shit does fuck all for your lungs anyway.” He said and I nodded with a smile. He just kept on surprising me. Ever since we left the office, it was like he’d become a different person. I’d never heard him swear so much leisurely. “So um, I still have a bit of work to do before we touchdown in Italy. I’m gonna have my earpiece in so—”

“Of course! I can be quiet.” I chimed. He just chuckled.

“After dinner, Lyric.” He smiled.

“I knew that.” I mumbled in embarrassment.

Just as the stewardess said, we were in the air in no time and starting our flight to Rome. We held a light conversation over dinner, sort of like an ice breaker. Contrary to what I originally thought, he was actually kind of funny. Or “punny” rather. We talked about work, people in the office, how he couldn’t stand his meetings with certain people and we had a list of them that we both agreed were the absolute worst people; for similar reasons too. Afterwards, he delved into his work and I curled up on the couch, playing a few games on my phone as I listened to music, continuously drinking glasses of whiskey until I couldn’t feel my face. I couldn’t help but take a few glances at him as he worked though. The veins in his forearms that bulged as he scribbled on papers and the sharp angle of his jaw as he threw his head back when he was exhausted or frustrated was hypnotizing to say the least. The muscles in his chest making themselves present beneath his collared shirt and vest, the few strands of hair that tended to fall out of place by the end of the workday, his striking green eyes… ‘Stop it, Ricki. It’s Rafe. It’s your boss. You shouldn’t look at him that way…. Why are you even looking at him that way?!’ I thought suddenly. I scoffed and turned my phone off to close my eyes; maybe I could get a nap in somewhere on this flight. Before I knew it, the warmth of the food in my stomach, the low vibrations of the plane, and the comfort of the couch paired with the multiple drinks I had seemed to be enough to send me to sleep. Then I began dreaming…

I was in the office. It was after hours by the looks of things. When I turned in my seat, the workroom was empty, all the desk lamps were on and I was the only one there. Looking down, I was dressed in a simple white collared shirt and a pencil skirt that seemed to be a tad shorter and tighter than normal. But it didn’t phase me one bit. Hard rock music played off of my speaker rather loudly and there was an unfinished email typed up on the computer before me. I sighed and turned around to continue working when I heard Rafe’s voice calling me. “Ms. Lewis, I need your assistance please!” He yelled. Like always, I groaned loudly and went stomping towards his office. When I walked in, he was sitting behind his desk with his legs kicked up on the edge. His hair was disheveled as I secretly realized I liked, the buttons on his vest undone and his tie loosened, the cuffs of his sleeves rolled off of his wrists displaying a fancy watch. I leaned into the doorway and placed a hand on my hip with a touch of attitude.

“What do you want, Rafe?” I asked, completely out of character. If I ever answered him like that for real, I would probably be fired. But instead of yelling, he just let his eyes run over my body, biting his lip with intrigue. I cocked my brow and crossed my arms, tapping my foot impatiently as a devious smile flashed across his face. My heart skipped a beat as he took his feet off the desk and turned his attention to his computer.

“I’m having a bit of trouble getting this PDF to open. Would you mind…?” He asked me. I blinked at him a moment and sighed.

“Yeah. Seeing as I have to do everything else for you.” I replied in annoyance. I started over to his desk and he moved out of the way. Not necessarily standing up, more like just rolled his chair away from the computer. I leaned over as he rested his head in his hand on the desk, so obviously gawking at me as I typed away. Suddenly, he reached out and pushed a lock of hair over my ear, his finger stroking my jaw and his hand running over my shoulder then down my back. His touch caused a stir in me and I let out a shaky sigh but I continued to work. The file wouldn’t open. It didn’t make any sense. I did what I would’ve done on my own computer. I opted to try again.

“What is it that Samuel has that I don’t?” He asked me suddenly, his hand rubbing circles at the small of my back. I was taken aback and snapped my head to stare at him. The look on his eyes was something hungry and needy; like he was trying to hold back from doing something.

“I… um—”

“What can he give you… that I can’t?” He asked, his hand slipping past my hips and over the rounds of my ass. My heart began to race as his fingers traced down the back of my leg. I almost went weak when he graced over the sensitive spot just above the back of my knee. His touch was so electrifying that I could barely think. He chewed on the inside of his cheek as he watched my reactions carefully.

“He… I don’t—”

“You don’t even know do you?” He seemed to smirk as his fingers ghosted over my inner thigh, slipping by the split in my skirt a bit. He gripped onto my thigh tightly and as he stood, his fingers brushed over my clothed clit. “Do you even want him? Hm?” He breathed into my ear, pulling my hair off of my neck and letting his nose trace my jawline. I had forgotten what I was even doing in his office to begin with since he started touching me. I took a slow and deep breath as his cold lips pressed against the warm skin of my neck. I closed my eyes with a shiver as he began massaging my through my panties. “Answer me, Lyric.” He demanded, slapping my ass rather harshly. I gasped from the contact and my hands began to shake in excitement.

“Rafe, I—”

“Mr. Adler…” he corrected me.

“Mr. Adler, I don’t know what you mean…” I sighed.

“I’ve seen the way he looks at you. The way you look at him… Why don’t you look at me that way, huh?” He asked, lifting my skirt as he stood behind me, running his hands over my ass gently. “Do you have any idea what you do to me, Ms. Lewis?” He groaned as he pressed himself against me, his hands now firm on my hips as he pulled me close to feel his growing hard-on. As he ran his hand up my spine, I felt my back arch for him. He continued to spank me until my cheeks turned red and the cool touch of his fingertips eased the pain. His fingers hooked around the hem of my panties and yanked them down my legs. He used his foot to kick my legs apart and carefully scooped up and handful of my hair, pulling on it a bit. He ran a chilling finger up my slick cunt and licked his fingers for a taste. He moaned in my ear as I let out shallow breaths.

“Just as I thought. You taste delicious…” He said and he continued to stroke my wetness until I was all worked up and began to finger me roughly. I was left groaning in need.

“Mr. Adler… please…” I whimpered, his fingers diving in and out of me.

“What’s that, sweetheart?” He asked in a deep alluring tone.

“Please fuck me—”

“Please fuck me, who?”

“Mr. Adler! Please fuck me, please!” I cried out. With a frustrated grunt, he pushed everything off of his desk, not caring about the mess and laid me down. He undid my blouse and cupped my breasts, leaving sloppy kisses all over my chest and he undid his belt. I didn’t see it but boy could I feel it as he entered me. He sucked on my nipples a while as I got used to his size and his hand travelled up to my neck, squeezing lightly as he began to move. He kept it slow, drawing out the feeling of my clit dragging along his length. I couldn’t keep myself from whining as he rolled into me.

“Fuck me harder.” I said suddenly. “Please fuck me harder, Mr. Adler.” I moaned, staring him right in the eyes. He gave an almost evil chuckle as he removed his tie from his neck and wrapped it around my wrists tightly, pushing my arms above my head. He hiked up my legs to wrap them around his waist and he began to drive into me. He hovered over me, staring into my eyes with so much lust and want as I squealed and moaned beneath him. He alternated between slow and fast paced, ramming into me until I felt myself beginning to come undone.

“Keep it up and you’re going to make me cum, Lyric.” He growled through his teeth, resting his forehead against mine with a satisfied lightly dimpled smile. And it was a damn gorgeous one at that.

“Cum in me. I want you to…” I shuddered. He laughed tiredly, cupping my cheeks with his surprisingly soft hands and kissing me deeply.

“Whatever you want…” He said darkly, his hand dragging from my cheek to my neck again. And this time he used both hands to choke me gently. He snapped his hips into me repeatedly, tears beginning to well in my eyes as I started to see stars.

“I’m gonna… I—” Just as I was about to release—

I felt a hand run down my shoulder, gently shaking me awake. When I opened my eyes, I was met with those striking greens and I gasped in embarrassment, moving away. Rafe has woken me up, sitting on the edge of the couch with a tired smile.

“Sorry! Didn’t mean to scare you.” He said kindly as I sat up, a thick fabric falling off of my shoulders. He’d covered me with his jacket. My heart raced under his touch and I could feel my face burning as I looked into his eyes. “We’re about to land. I figured maybe you’d want to see the sky view.” He told me, pointing to the window behind my head. I turned my head to see a beautiful sunrise over what looked to be the Colosseum. I gasped and rose to my knees like a child to get a better look. All of the beautifully sculpted buildings and the bluest waters…

“This is amazing…” I said unknowingly.

“Wait until we actually get into the city.” He said in a soft tone of wonder similar to mine. I looked over at him and we shared a smile. This weekend was going to be an adventure for sure...

Full story on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/26598127/chapters/64850665

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bapyess1r · 5 years ago

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Sunny Daze

WARNINGS: cursing, flirting

Pairings: Sam x OC, Rafe x OC

Chapter 2

Sam’s POV

I woke up with a headache and creaky joints. As I sat up from my bed, I took a deep breath enjoying the air that wasn’t of the prison variety. There was a beautiful view of Italy outside my open window and I couldn’t have been more enthusiastic for the day ahead. I stood from my bed, stretching my arms and rolling my shoulders to loosen up as I gathered my things to go shower. As I passed through the living room, I noticed the little woman from last night curled up on the couch, using her jacket as a pillow, still clad in last night's clothing. With curiosity and stealth, I made my way over to peek at her from the other side of the doorway. I stared down at her tanned skin, freckles peppered across her cheeks and down her pointed nose, her eyes big and lush with thick lashes, her lips rounded and stained a deep pink; Her hair short, dark, and pin curled. Her thin arms wrapped around her curvy but small frame as she snores lightly. She really was quite beautiful. She looked something like a 1920’s starlet. I could feel a light pang in my chest and it spooked the hell outta me, so I pushed on down the hallway to shower. I realized I sort of stuck my foot in it last night with her. Like Sully, she just wants to protect my little brother, which I guess I should be grateful for.

After a phenomenal shower, I wrapped my towel around my waist and headed back to my room to change. As I passed the common area, I stopped in my tracks. Sunny stood in the corner of the kitchenette, fixing herself a cup of coffee. At the sound of my footsteps, she turned to lock eyes with me, giving my body a once over with a smirk before taking her mug and pack of cigarettes outside. I watched as her hips swing side to side with each dainty step she took and I could feel my ears heating up. I couldn’t help but stare at her fantastic backside as she leaned against the railing with an amused grin. Just then, I heard a door behind me open. Victor took his morning hobble to receive a coffee himself when he saw me. “Jesus, kid! Put some clothes on!” He exclaimed and Sunny turned her upper half to look at me.

“Aye! You should be so lucky as to witness a spectacle of a body such as this!” I joked as Sunny cracked a smile and turned to light her cigarette. Sully on the other hand just grunted and waved me off. Prison dimmed my sense of modesty greatly. If they saw it, they just saw it. No skin off my back.

With a chuckle, I continued on to my room to get dressed. I had to look somewhat nice, going in undercover as we scouted the area around the estate as tourists. The plan Nathan came up with was for Sully and himself to go look by the front end and Sunny and I on a boat across the water, checking out the back to the best of our abilities. I figured since we’d be spending the day together that I should apologize. I knew I was in a heap of trouble and in all honesty could use all the stable help I could get. When I left to go fix myself a cup of coffee like the rest of my “roommates”, I looked around for Sunny but she wasn’t there. “She’s in the shower.” Sully mumbled, opening up the morning newspaper.

“Can you even read that thing, Sullivan?” I chuckled, grabbing a mug from the shelf.

“For the most part. My Italian’s a bit rusty.” He replied, kicking his feet up on the coffee table.

“Well alright then. Where’s Nathan at?” I asked.

“If I know him, he’s probably still asleep.” He licked the tip of his thumb and turned a page of the newspaper as I stopped pouring my coffee.

“Christ, I’m gonna go wake him up.” I groaned in annoyance as I hurried myself to his room.

I barged into Nate’s room clapping my hands and making all the noise I possibly could. “Let’s go, little brother! Time to get up! Up, up, up!” I said sitting on his bed and shaking him. “You’re gonna sleep the whole day away, Nathan. Get up! We got shit to do today!” I was rather enthusiastic this morning. He groaned loudly, pinching the sand from the corners of his eyes.

“Alright, alright! I’m up! Jesus…” he groaned. I left the room with a satisfied grin as he sat up.

“And don’t you dare fall back asleep, Nathan, you hear me?” I nagged, looking in his direction.

“Yeah, Yeah…” he grumbled.

As I turned to leave, I felt myself bump into something and I put my hands out to catch whatever it was. In my hands were the small damp shoulders of Sunny, head and body wrapped in towels. I let out a sigh of relief and embarrassment. “Oh…. hey…” I said, a lump began to form in my throat.

“Howdy…” She said making an innocent face at me as she clutched her clothes to her chest. My chest began to swell as I rubbed my neck.

“Listen… about last night… I’m sorry I came off that way.” I mumbled, staring into her round brown eyes.

“It’s alright. I understand. You can’t afford to fuck this up.” She responded and I shot her a small smile, nodding. After a few seconds, I noticed I was staring for too long and decided to abort.

“Sorry ‘bout that.” I said with a cough before pushing by her. I could hear a sweet giggle of amusement behind me as I left followed by a “Natey, I’m using your room to change.”

He only mumbled in response and I watched her move by him and close the door. Today with her was certainly going to be interesting.

By the time everyone had showered and gotten dressed, we three men sat in the common area… waiting on Sunny. “How long is this girl gonna take? Jesus!” I voiced, standing up to light a cigarette and stand in the balcony doorway.

“Beats me.” Nate said sipping his second cup of coffee.

“She’s a beautiful woman, Sam. Beauty like that takes time.” Sully said simply. I groaned as I took a drag of my cig, blowing the smoke outside.

“Beauty could be speedier!” I shouted in the direction of Nate’s room. After a few more minutes of waiting, I could hear the door opening. “Thank fucking Christ! Let’s get this show on the…… o-on the road…” When she emerged from the room, she was dressed casually in a fitted light green dress with heels to match. Her hair seemed a little longer than I when I saw her last night. She had a fair bit of makeup; her eyes shining with eyeshadow and liner to make her eyes stand out. I felt like if I stared any harder, my eyeballs might fall out of my sockets. ‘Va-va-voom…’ I thought as I admired the curves of her body in silence. I took a quick drag of my cigarette to cover the fact that I was choking on my own words as she sauntered by me to dig through one of her rather large bags.

“You look great, kid.” Sully complimented. She turned her head to give him a sweet smile before looking at Nathan, half asleep in his seat with a cup of coffee in his hands.

“Nate-o! Wakey wakey, baby! We gotta go. Do you guys remember the plan?” She asked, pulling a big purse from the bag and putting her belongings as well as a widescreen electronic.

“What’s that for?” I asked. I’d never seen anything like it. The way technology had grown in my absence was ridiculous. I didn’t even try to pretend to understand most of it.

“Well, it’s a tablet. I figured that if we got close enough by boat, I could hack their computer files and find a digital blueprint of the area. Y’all take one each.” She dug into her bag once more and pulled out a small plastic bag filled with small ear pieces, holding them out for each of us to grab. I picked up the small grey bud and pressed it into my ear. “With these we should be able to hear each other even across the water.” She gave each of us a small black box to put in our pockets as a receiver and she did a bit of typing on her tablet.

Sunny dispersed the electronics and made sure they were all working before we left. Going down the stairs we ran over the plan again. She and I were basically undercover as a couple. ‘This should be fun…’ I thought as we reached the front doors of the hotel, splitting off into pairs as we agreed. I walked ahead of her, swinging my keys around on my finger and adjusting my sunglasses. The clicking sound of her heels trying to keep up with me was adorable. I smiled to myself when she caught up and put a hand on my arm. “Slow down, dammit!” She whined, her Texan accent as thick as ever. I did as she asked and slowed my roll. “Where’s your car?” She asked me.

“Nate told me to rent a vehicle. Didn’t say it had to be a car.” I smirked as we approached the beautiful red bike I chose. I could hear her huffing behind me as I hopped on and prepared the bike, pulling out a small white helmet for her. “What?” I sighed in a moment of annoyance.

“Had I known we were taking a bike, I would’ve put on pants.” She mumbled, snatching the helmet and putting it on loosely, hiking up her skirt to sit behind me on the bike. I chuckled as she wrapped her arms around my waist.

“Hold on tight.” I told her with a devious grin.

‘Stop flirting and get a move on will ya?!’ I heard Sullivan shout through the coms. I heard her grunt as I started up the bike and we headed into the city.

We saw the sights of Italy as I maneuvered us through crowds and traffic jams. I was feeling pretty damn good right now. I was free. Wind blowing through my hair, a beautiful girl on my bike, and I was riding through one of the most beautiful cities in the world. When we reached our destination, I parked right up by a wall and lifted Sunny off of the bike. Which was very easy because she was so small. She hung the helmet on the handle of the bike and adjusted her skirt and hair before following me into the square. “I thought we were supposed to be a ‘couple’. You’re walkin’ too damn fast.” She nagged.

“I’m really not. You’re just short.” I replied looking at her. ‘Sam… just play nice.’ I heard Nate say.

“Yeah! Be nice to me!” She said, raising a brow at me, crossing her arms and tapping her tiny foot impatiently. I scoffed and rolled my eyes before offering my arm.

“C’mon, honey.” I called, my voice dripping in sarcasm. She strutted towards me and looped a dainty hand around my forearm. I felt a surge of electricity as she touched me and sighed. You’d think I’d be used to the touch of a woman by now.

‘You think you guys can get along for a few hours before you kill each other?’ Nathan asked.

“I’ll behave.” Sunny said, glancing about our surroundings and putting on a pair of black framed cat eye sunglasses.

‘It’s not you I’m worried about, Sunny…’ I made a face knowing Nathan couldn’t see as I heard Sullivan laughing heartily, making her smile. And it was a damn pretty one at that. I ran my fingers through my hair and scoffed.

“Don’t worry about me, little brother. My acting is absolutely top notch.” I bragged, looking at Sunny’s skin glowing in the sun. I wasn’t sure just how much acting I’d be doing however…

“We’ll see.” She cooed, running away from me for a moment to look at the coins in the fountain.

I smiled watching her in this setting. The sun bouncing off of her every curve, her hair shining brown in the light. It was like a dream or something. Somehow she was tough as nails and yet still such a sweetheart. I pulled a cigarette and lit it to calm myself as I watched her explore the area a little bit. I trailed behind her a few feet, giving her space to roam; ping pong from place to place and dance around to the street musicians. Where I fucked up is when I let her get a glimpse at the Italian boutique. I stayed as far away from that thing as possible but Sunny just had to go in. She stood at the racks outside of the shop, browsing through clothes and I watched as she reacted to each piece of clothing with a gentle smile on my face. I threw my head back a moment, enjoying the sun, listening to Nate and Sully’s casual conversation on the other end, and checked my surroundings when my heart stopped. I noticed a familiar face. Not a pleasant one either. He was there… hair slicked back, surrounded by two bodyguards, with an amused shit eating grin on his face, his sights settling on Sunny. “Shit.” I swore, briefly forgetting I could be heard.

‘What is it, kid?’ I heard Victor say.

‘What happened?’ I heard Sunny’s twang come through.

“It’s Rafe.” I began.

‘Shit…’ I heard my little brother curse.

“Sunny, don’t look up unless he comes to you, you hear me?” I said with urgency, turning my back.

‘Distract him, Sunny. He’s never met you before. Sam: you get lost. Now.’ Nate barked orders over the coms and the adrenaline began to surge. I made myself scarce, jumping randomly into the bushes nearby.

“I can’t leave. Someone has to look out for Sunny!”

‘Sunny can take care of herself.’ I heard her say under her breath.

“Sweetheart, you don’t know Rafe like we do…” I tried to get her to understand just how dangerous Rafe Adler was.

‘I can handle myself, Sam. If I’m gonna do this, I need it quiet on coms.’ Sunny snapped and the coms went silent. I stared across the street in the bushes, watching her as she continued to browse the clothing, holding up a dress, and he approached her…

Sunny’s POV

I skimmed through the clothing rack, my heart racing at the thought of having to flirt with several people in my ear. ‘God this is embarrassing…’ I thought, pushing my sunglasses to the top of my head. I looked up a moment to meet with a pair of intense green eyes. He wore his hair cut close on the sides with the top gelled back off of his model-like face. His chest was swollen with muscle beneath his fitted black collared shirt. Him being this attractive made flirting with him easier. I bat my eyelashes at him before looking back at the rack “bashfully”. When I looked up again he shot me a million dollar smile, faint dimples decorating his cheeks. ‘What in the sam hell….’ I thought. He was ridiculously good looking. I sent a smile back, playing coy and holding his gaze as I wandered into the boutique.

Inside the store were several dresses and suits. I still didn’t have anything to wear for the auction so I decided to actually browse around. I followed the racks all around the store before my eyes landed on a black lace sleeve. I pulled the short black dress, checking to make sure it was my size and getting excited when it actually was. When I turned and startled myself as I bumped into someone. A hand rested on the small of my back as to keep my from tripping over my heels and I grabbed hold of a surprisingly impressive bicep. “Woah there! Are you okay? You’d better be careful walking around here. It’s kind of a tight fit…” he said, gesturing to the narrowness of the walkways in the store. ‘Holy shit… Rafe Adler….’ I thought, slightly panicking but I had to calm down. I had a job to do and I was damn sure gonna get it done. I began to bat my lashes again and let my fingers linger on his arm a little longer. He tensed up under my touch.

“I suppose they are, huh? I’m sorry, I should’ve been more careful.” I said fidgeting with my fingers. He placed a hand on his chest and smiled.

“I’m just relieved you’re okay. I hope you don’t mind if I ask your name?” He asked, reaching out a hand to me.

“Sunny Spurrs…” I purred as I placed mine in his, lowering my voice to make my accent less harsh.

“Rafe Adler. It’s an absolute pleasure to meet you…” he smirked, kissing the back of my hand with a pair of velvety smooth lips. I could hear Nathan fake a gag on the other end of coms and I giggled. Rafe was buying it. “That’s a lovely accent you have there. Southern?”

“Texas.” I smirked as I walked over to the full length mirror to hold the dress up to my body, imagining how it would look on me. “Have you ever been?”

“Never had a reason to but… I think I just found my excuse.” He answered, slickly running his eyes up and down my backside as he leaned against a nearby rack. I straightened my posture to let him get a good look and blushed when we locked eyes in the mirror. “Might I ask what a southern belle like you is doing out here in Italy?”

“Isn’t it obvious?! I’m on vacation.” I whispered to him, passing by him to look at some jewelry. He followed.

“By yourself?” He questioned.

“I don’t need someone else with me to enjoy a vacation. I’m a big girl, Mr. Adler, and I can handle myself.” I told him as I let my fingers ghost over a beautiful pair of earrings.

“I actually believe you.” He chuckled. “Perhaps you wouldn’t mind a bit of company this weekend? I uh… know a few restaurants in the area with an impeccable selection of wines. And the food here is amazing.”

“I don’t think I have that kind of money, Mr. Adler.” I said looking over my shoulder.

“Please, call me Rafe.” He seemed a bit nervous. “I wouldn’t mind treating a beautiful girl like you.” He told me with a dashing smile. I heard Sam mocking him in my ears.

‘Jesus. Talk about trying too hard.’ He said and all I could do was smile and ignore him.

“Hmm… I don’t know…”

“Need some convincing, huh?” He laughed and I shrugged. “Would you like to wear that dress somewhere nice?”

“What did you have in mind?” I asked inching closer to him, propping myself against the same rack as him, placing a hand on my hip. I dared myself to stare him right in the eyes and his gaze softened into something young and boyish.

“There’s a business party I have to attend in a few days. And auction. I’d be honored to have a dazzling woman like yourself as my date.” He asked.

‘Fuck-’ I heard Sam swear.

‘Say yes!’ Nathan shouted over him and I bit my lip as I gazed over Rafe’s face.

“Will there be…. champagne at this function?” I asked.

“As much as you can drink. I’m sure you’ll need it, holding conversations with those stuffy old rich people. But at least I’d be around...” He joked. I laughed to make him feel like he was funny and nodded.

‘Snooze!’ I heard Sam add. Once again I ignored him.

“That sounds really, Rafe. I'd love to join you.” I smiled walking with him to the cash register to pay for my dress and earrings.

“129 euros, ma’am.” The cashier told me and I began to dig into my purse but Rafe stopped me, placing a hand on my back.

“Please. Allow me.” He said, pulling out his wallet and paying for my things. I was taken aback. No one had ever offered to pay anything for me before. Especially not this much.

“Oh, bless your heart! You didn’t have to do that.” I said dramatically. Shit, it was money I didn’t have to spend.

“It’s no problem! Honestly, I really don’t mind.” He said as the cashier folded the dress neatly and placed it in a colorful paper bag for me. Rafe lifted the bag with a single finger and held it in my direction for me to take. “Grazie.” He said to the cashier. With an intrigued smile, I took it from him and we walked out of the store. I gave him the name of a random hotel within walking distance from the one we stayed at and pushed a curl behind my ear.

“I’ll have my driver pick you up. 7pm on Saturday?”

“7pm on Saturday.” I nodded with a smile.

“I’ll look forward to it, Sunny…” he said, swiftly picking up my hand and kissing it again before walking away with his bodyguards nearby. I waited until he was out of sight to speak again and turned on my heels to head down the opposite direction of the street.

“Coast is clear. Let’s get our asses to that boat.” I said.

‘This is not good. Not good at all.’ I heard Sam say in the earbud. I slowed my pace to give him a chance to catch up to me.

‘No it’s not good, it’s great! Because now we have Rafe distracted.’ Sully said.

“I don’t think I’m an acceptable distraction to keep him from getting his hands on that cross, Sully.” I said as I stopped on a bridge, overlooking the water. I leaned over the railing and began to light myself a cigarette. Appearing from the traffic of people was Sam, his hands tucked in his pockets with a cigarette between his lips as well. He moved up next to me, slickly putting a long arm around me. I sighed, pinching the bridge of my nose.

‘You’ll distract him long enough for us to get in and out quickly.’ Nathan added.

“I guess…” I said rubbing the back of my neck.

I noticed Sam staring at me, boring holes into the side of my head. “Can I help you, Samuel?” I groaned in slight annoyance.

“You weren’t really fallin’ for that were you?” He asked with a chuckle. It surprised me. If anything I detected a hint of jealousy in his voice. I smiled.

“Why? You jealous?” I called him on it. He snorted and turned his gaze to the calming waters.

“Of the trust fund baby? Never. I just can’t believe he was bold enough to use those corny lines.” He said, taking a drag of his cigarette as I smoked mine.

“What- you think you could do any better?” I smirked. He raised a brow and gave a half nod. I turned to face him, one ankle crossed behind the other with a hand on my hip and a flirtatiously curious expression, waiting.

“What now?” He laughed. I could see a tint of pink spread across his cheekbones.

“Well?... Get on with it!” I egged on with an amused smirk. He scratched his jaw trying to contain his smile of embarrassment.

‘Oh this should be good.’ I heard Sully say and my smile grew bigger while Sam shifted his feet and inched closer to me, towering over me greatly.

“Hi… my name is Sam Drake and you.. are… gorgeous…” he spoke in a lower tone to me; Taking in a deep breath as his eyes admired my body. I shook my head with a laugh and picked up my bag.

“Cute.” I smirked, turning to walk away from him. He hurried to stand in front of me, flicking his cigarette away and shoving his hands in his pockets. Something had changed in the way he looked at me. Suddenly I was entranced by his bright hazel eyes.

“Does cute get me a drink or two with you?” He smiled. There was an annoyingly swept up feeling in my chest and I crossed my arms hoping the pressure would get rid of it.

“Maybe.” I responded with a chuckle.

“Then I’m cute as hell…” he told me roughly, inching his face closer to mine. I felt my lips part a bit as my heart skipped. I was ashamed to say that it actually worked on me. But I wouldn’t let him know that. With a nervous chuckle, I pulled my shades down and fixed my hair.

“We have work to do.” I said pushing by him with a smirk.

‘Better luck next time, kid.’ Sully said.

“Meh. Not my best work but it was worth a shot.” I heard him say as he followed behind me. Working with this man was going to be a lot harder than I thought.

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