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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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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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jamessunderlandgf · 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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quentinbecks · 3 years ago

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“are you wearing anything underneath?” - requested by @honeysides

Words: 2.3 k

Warnings: smut, smut, smut. Fingering, usage of a belt as bondage, dirty talk, and brat tamer Rafe. It’s fun!

Thank you so much to @johnnycranes for reading over this when I started to feel insecure about this 💕

“Honey, as much as I love you, I’m going to ask that you don’t book another haunted cemetery tour when we get to New Orleans.”

Charlie peers up at Rafe, furrowing her brow. “I thought you would enjoy it,” she mumbles. “It was much more exciting than digging around in one for alleged treasure.”

“Ghosts aren’t real, darling. Treasure is.”

“To you.”

The two had been in Savannah for a few days now, Rafe having heard rumors of missing Confederate gold being buried somewhere near the outskirts of the city. His search hadn’t led to much, but he had been in contact with a black market antiquity dealer out of Louisiana who had a fresh lead. Since they were leaving for the Big Easy first thing in the morning, Rafe had allowed Charlie to pick out a few touristy things for them to do before their departure. Much to his displeasure, this included stops at most of the cities’ finest haunted attractions.

Rafe pulls her into his chest as he leans against the elevator wall. “You know that you’re ridiculous, right?” Charlie can feel him smile against her hair as he bends down to plant a kiss to the top of her head.

“Hey!,” she laughs, resting her chin on his chest to look up at him. “I let you chase the buried treasures of dead men. Why can’t you let me have some fun and chase their spirits?”

“That is not helping your case like you think it is.”

Charlie gives him an exaggerated pout. “You’re no fun.”

Hearing the elevator ding and the doors begin to open, Charlie twirls around, making her way out into the small hallway separating the elevator from the doorway leading to their penthouse. She senses Rafe suddenly pause behind her as she moves.

“Are you wearing anything underneath that dress?”

“Why don’t you come and find out for yourself?”

Charlie presses her back against the door watching in eager anticipation as her partner slowly makes his way down the hall towards her. For such a small length of space, it feels like she’s watching him cross a whole entire desert to get to her.

Stopping in front of her, Rafe runs his fingers up the sides of her thighs, goosebumps popping up as he makes his way up to where her panties should be. “Such a naughty girl,” he says quietly, his green eyes gleaming mischievously.

“I just -,” she stutters as his hands cup her ass. “I just wanted to surprise you.”

A thrill of excitement washes over her as Rafe softly smiles at her and she knows she’s in for it now. “What if someone else had seen you?,” he asks, kneading deep into her flesh. “What if someone else had seen my girl?”

“I guess you would have had to punish me then.” Not wanting to seem overeager, Charlie has to bite down on her lip to stop the grin that’s threatening to spread across her face.

“I think I might just have to do that anyway.”

Charlie doesn’t have a chance to respond as her back is pushed against the door, Rafe’s lips capturing hers in a hungry kiss. Whining at the contact, she pulls him down to her by his collar, returning the kiss with just as much fervor.

Rafe wastes no time as he slips a hand beneath her dress, his fingers finding her folds.

“Someone is going to catch us,” she pants out, spreading her legs to give him more access.

“Let them,” he growls in her ear.

Charlie’s eyes scan the walls for any cameras, praying that there’s not a creep who works in security who could be secretly watching them and getting off on their exhibitionism.

Rafe clearly doesn’t share the same fear as her. “Relax,” he coos, planting a soft kiss to her jaw as he slips two digits inside of her. “No one will be coming up here tonight.”

She whimpers as he begins to pump his fingers at an agonizingly slow place. “Not even,” she stutters, “not even room service?”

“Not even room service,” Rafe says, smiling down teasingly at her.

Against her better judgment, Charlie trusts him; trusts that he wouldn’t want to embarrass her by having someone walk in on them in such an intimate moment. And besides, she knows there’s a jealous side to him that doesn’t want anyone else but him to see her; his current actions clearly a result of that envy.

Relaxing against the door, Charlie rocks herself against Rafe’s hand, her whines becoming louder now that she’s secure of their privacy.

“That’s my girl.”

Leaning down, Rafe roughly presses his lips against hers, nipping her bottom lip so he can slide his tongue in. Charlie can feel the coil in her belly begin to tighten, the sensation making her crave more than just the increasing thrust of her partner’s fingers.

Reaching down, she begins to palm his hardening erection. Rafe groans into her mouth at the touch, his fingers curling inside of her.

“Bad girl.”

“Don’t want your fingers, I want you inside of me.”

Charlie can tell there’s a part of Rafe that wants to keep up this game, but as he rests his forehead against hers, she can tell the facade is starting to crack.

She mewls as his fingers gently slide out of her. “Come on, honey,” he says as he picks her up; wrapping her thighs around his waist. “Let’s get you inside.”

Charlie feels Rafe hoist her up as he reaches in his pocket for the key card to their suite. She begins placing light bites on his neck as he makes quick work of getting the door open and getting them inside.

Before she knows it, she’s being gently released from her partner’s hold and onto the leather sofa in the middle of the room.

“Take that off,” Rafe nods at her dress before pulling his shirt off.

Wasting no time, Charlie immediately peels her dress off, throwing the black floral number to the ground. Prior to going out, she had opted for no bra as well as not wearing panties in a hopeful attempt to surprise her partner.

Rafe’s green eyes drink her in; his pupils blown. “Charlie, Charlie, Charlie,” he tuts, kneeling between her thighs. “You really have been bad, haven’t you?”

Charlie bites her lip. This is exactly the reaction she had been hoping to bring out of him tonight. Try as she might, she can’t help but love her partner’s possessive nature, in fact, she might even crave it.

“What are you going to do about it?,” she practically whispers, keenly watching as Rafe unbuckles his belt, wrapping the leather around his knuckles after he pulls it out of the loops.

“Why don’t you turn over for me and I’ll show you?”

Charlie rolls onto her stomach, doing as she was told. If this was anyone but him she would have gotten up and walked away. But Rafe has always felt safe and she trusts that he wouldn’t do anything to hurt her.

She feels the couch sink behind her, Rafe’s hand slowly running down the slope of her back. “You know I’ll stop whenever you want me to, right?”

Charlie nods as best as she can; her cheek pressed firmly into the pillow underneath her head. “I know. It’s all up to me.”

“That’s my girl.” Rafe leans over, pressing a quick kiss to her cheek before sitting back, taking her wrists in his hands.

The leather is cool and rough as it wraps tightly around her wrists. There’s a tug, testing its strength and her comfort before Charlie is pulled back into her partner’s chest.

“I think I like you like this,” Rafe whispers in her ear, goosebumps popping up on her skin as his warm breath ghosts over her. He brings a hand up to her chin as the other one holds her upright. Tipping her head back, he slides his lips against hers hungrily.

Charlie groans into the kiss, wiggling herself against him impatiently. She can feel the denim of his jeans rub against her bare skin, making her wonder why she’s the only one completely naked.

“Take these off,” she whines as she pulls away from her partner a bit. “I would do it, but I’m all tied up.”

“You’re so damn needy tonight, Charlie.” Rafe smiles before giving her a light nip to her lower lip. “I love it, though.”

She’s laid back down gently on the couch as she hears the familiar sound of a zipper being pulled down and jeans and boots being kicked off across the room. She strains to turn her head, wanting to take in the sight of him.

“Is this better?” Rafe leans across her back to place a kiss to her shoulder; his erection pressing into her thigh as he does so.

“Much better.”

Charlie lets out a whimper as Rafe sits up, burying himself inside of her. She wishes she had the usage of her hands so she could reach out and touch him; feel his toned and muscled body rippling against her fingers.

“Jesus, honey. You feel so good.”

She’s caught off guard as she goes to reply, Rafe pulling her up by her restraint. She rests her head on his shoulder, eyes wide with lust.

“Look at you.” His free hand trails up her body, stopping only to cup her breast. “You’re perfect.”

Rafe begins a slow, deep thrust; the couch creaking underneath them. Charlie can feel the pleasure she had been chasing out in the hallway begin to build again.

Leaning back, she begins to kiss her partner’s neck; craning a bit to place a nip to his pulse point. The hand currently caressing her breast stops only for it to trail upwards, stopping once it reaches her jaw.

“Did I say you could bite?,” Rafe asks, thrusting deeply inside of her.

Charlie whimpers, shaking her head. It feels so good and she’s desperate for him to keep it up.

“Lucky for you I like you most when you’re being a brat,” he coos in her ear, his hand sliding down her belly.

She trembles as his thumb swipes across her clit. She knows it won’t take long now, especially with how worked up she’s been since their little voyeuristic show out in the hallway.

“Fuck me like you mean it, Rafe.” She bends over, her cheek resting against the arm of the sofa. “You know you don’t have to be so gentle with me.”

Rafe lets out an audible growl. “If that’s what you want, sweetheart.”

His hands move to her hips, nails digging into her flesh as he begins to swiftly pound into her. Charlie cries out as his thumb rolls circles over her bundle of nerves in tandem to his thrusts.

“Feels so - feels so fucking good.”

Charlie knows she looks ridiculous right now, eyes squeezed shut and her mouth agape. She can’t help it, though. It feels incredible and she doesn’t think she’s ever been fucked so good in her life.

Rafe trails a hand down her back, only stopping once he reaches her hips. There’s a thwack to her ass, the sensation making her begin to clench around his cock.

��Don’t wanna - don’t wanna cum so soon,” she manages to pant out.

“Don’t worry, honey. You know I can always make you cum again.”

She groans, the coil in her belly tightening just from his words alone. Rafe’s thrusts become faster as he tries to bring her to the edge now; her partner clearly on a mission.

Charlie cries out his name as she cums, her wrists straining against the belt for something to grab onto as her body trembles and shakes. “Fuck,” she pants out. “That was - that was incredible.”

Rafe leans down, bringing a hand up to cup her chin, forcing her to crane her neck at an awkward angle. His lips attack hers eagerly as he unbuckles the belt with his free hand. After a brief moment of fumbling with the contraption, he frees her wrists.

“You were such a good girl, Charlie,” he says as he sits back.

She barely has time to reply as she’s flipped onto her back, legs spread apart. She watches as Rafe picks up a wrist, softly planting a kiss to the reddened skin.

“Was that okay?”

Charlie just nods before pulling him back down to her. “It was more than okay.”

“That’s good,” Rafe replies as he slides back inside of her. “Because I wouldn’t mind seeing you like that more often.”

Wrapping her legs around his waist, Charlie pulls her partner in close as he begins to pound into her once more. This time his thrusts are less gentle, but she doesn’t mind at all.

“Fuck, Charlie,” Rafe groans.

His hands find hers, lifting them over her head as he interlaces their fingers. His green eyes gaze down at her affectionately before he brings his lips back down to hers. Despite the way he’s fucking her, she knows just how much he loves her.

Rafe moans into her mouth as his movements start to become more erratic. It’s not long before she feels him still, his forehead resting against hers as he pants.

“You’re incredible,” Rafe says with a breathy laugh.

Charlie smiles, rolling them over until she’s practically laying on top of him. “You’re a lucky man, Rafael Adler.”

Rafe hums as his fingers brush through her waves. She doesn’t remember the last time she felt so content and sated in her entire life. It’s bliss.

“I am,” he mutters as he shifts around to bring her even closer to him. “And you’re a very bratty girl, Charlene Adler.”

Charlie bites back a laugh as she rests her head on his chest to look up at Rafe. “Yeah,” she replies. “I really fucking am.”

#oc: charlie berger #rafe adler #rafe adler x oc #ship: for all the gold in the world #nsft #I had a lot of fun with this one ngl

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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 😌

Tags:

#videogame #uncharted #uncharted4 #naughty dog #Elena Fisher #NathanDrake #Nadine Ross #Samuel Drake #samueldrake #pirates #rafeadler #rafe adler #rafe adler x oc #playstation #sony

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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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butibite · 3 months ago

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Fandom RP Partner Search

I'm in the mood for a fandom roleplay, something fluffy, a little angsty. Lots of romance. I'm open to RPing as either in the pairings, but please note I can be picky with the OCs I write with.

I'm open to figuring out plot together or I might have one sitting on the back burner, it all depends on the ship and fandom. Shoot me a message via tumblr or comment to let me know you're interested.

I only RP with those over 18, check out my carrd for more info about me and a writing sample.

I roleplay through Tumblr reblogs or Discord, and don't have a preference. I am willing to double for some of these pairings, feel free to ask. Here are the fandoms I'm looking for:

Troy Otto x OC | Troy Otto x Alicia Clark

Carver Hawke x OC | Fenris x Hawke | Varric Tethras x Hawke

Rafe Adler x OC

Dimitri Alexandre Blaiddyd x Byleth Eisner | Hubert Von Vestra x Byleth Eisner

Aleksander Morozova x Alina Starkov

Simon Waite x Cora Glass | Simon Waite x OC

Calvin x Adult!Bea (Please, please, please message me if interested!!)

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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

Spiderverse / Marvel

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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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bapyess1r · 4 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 🥰

CH. 1: https://bapyess1r.tumblr.com/post/624372378139607040/sunny-daze

CH. 2: https://bapyess1r.tumblr.com/post/624449496845336576/sunny-daze

CH. 3: https://bapyess1r.tumblr.com/post/624652064034816000/sunny-daze

CH. 4: https://bapyess1r.tumblr.com/post/624730771929890816/sunny-daze

CH. 5: https://bapyess1r.tumblr.com/post/624830345339142144/sunny-daze

CH. 6: https://bapyess1r.tumblr.com/post/624994283915722752/sunny-daze

CH. 7: https://bapyess1r.tumblr.com/post/625108963118170112/sunny-daze

CH. 8: https://bapyess1r.tumblr.com/post/625297842065604608/sunny-daze

CH. 9: https://bapyess1r.tumblr.com/post/625374949332467712/sunny-daze

CH. 10: https://bapyess1r.tumblr.com/post/625531525643059200/sunny-daze

CH. 11: https://bapyess1r.tumblr.com/post/625719826183290880/sunny-daze

CH. 12: https://bapyess1r.tumblr.com/post/626180896935051264/sunny-daze

CH. 13: https://bapyess1r.tumblr.com/post/626457675786600449/sunny-daze

CH. 14: 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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quentinbecks · 3 years ago

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Kinktober Day 14: Public Sex

Title: Best Laid Plans

Pairing: Rafe Adler x OC (Charlie Berger)

Words: 4.2 k

Warnings: Absolutely pure smut, but mainly fingering, dirty talk, and sex in a storage room while a firefight is happening on the same property.

A/N: Charlie’s Uncharted AU is finally here! This was originally supposed to be a simple smutty prompt from @starsandskies kinktober list. But, knowing me, I had to make a whole, entire backstory for this. Thank you so much to @johnnycranes for enabling this ship and reading it for me when I was nervous about how my Rafe came out. You’re the best 💕

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“Are you done pouting yet?”

Charlie is brought out of her reverie by Rafe absentmindedly placing kisses to her bare shoulder. Usually she enjoys the sorts of events they’re currently headed to; soirées full of stiff members of the upper echelon whose entire nights almost always seemed to be ruined by the couple’s mere presence. But tonight, all she can feel is worry coursing through her veins.

“No,” she whispers, tilting her head up as his lips travel up her throat. “You know how I feel about you constantly chasing that fucking treasure, Rafe.”

She feels a hot breath sighing against her neck before her partner’s head drops to her shoulder. “Honey, you know how important tonight is to me. You know how long I’ve waited to have the Saint Dismas cross in my hands.”

Charlie does know how important this is to him; how much he wants to earn something of his own rather than have it handed to him on a silver platter. But, sometimes she thinks he cares more about gold and treasure than he does her.

“Of course I do,” she says, watching as the limousine pulls up into the driveway of the Rossi Estate. Throngs of their fellow black market dealers and buyers sprawling out across the premises. “But you know how much I want to leave this life behind. I just want us to be normal. Boring, even. Why can’t we do that?”

“After I get Avery’s Treasure, I promise we will. Hey,” Rafe brings his fingers up to her chin, turning her face to look at him. “Soon we can be as boring as you want. We can even start a family,” he says, a small smile playing on his lips.

Charlie tries to smile in return, but his words just feel like another empty promise. “So you keep saying,” she says leaning in to place a peck to his lips.

Sighing deeply, Charlie steps out of the car, smoothing out the velvet of her emerald dress. Taking his arm, she allows Rafe to lead her through the doors and into the ballroom.

“I know you’re not in the mood for mingling with most of these people,” her partner whispers into her ear. “Once the auction is over and I have the cross, we can head straight out. Alright?” Green eyes flicker towards her looking for a response.

“In and out. Got it,” Charlie nods, grabbing some type of bruschetta off the platter of a passing waiter. “Grazie,” she says, sending a soft smile to the young man.

“Do you want to find our table while I try to track down Nadine?”

“Of course.” Olive eyes scan the crowd containing some of society's most elite, yet some of their worst as well. If you had told her as a little girl that these were the types she would commingle with as an adult she would have been horrified. “I think I see a few of my former -,” Charlie hums, trying to find the right word, “colleagues over there anyway.”

“You sure?,” Rafe asks her.

She simply nods in response, stepping forward to place a lingering kiss to his cheek. “Yes. Now go,” she says as she steps back. “But, please, be careful.”

“I always am, darling.” Rafe flashes her a smile, placing a kiss to her lips before heading off in search of his business partner.

Charlie turns her attention to a table towards the back of the ballroom. Seated amongst two beautiful women half his age is her former associate, Mauricio. But he’s not who her eyes are drawn to.

Her gaze lingers on the older, grey-haired gentleman readjusting his bow tie in the background.

Victor Sullivan.

Deciding to keep an eye on the man, she heads over to her friend and his companions. “Rico!,” Charlie calls out as she saunters over.

“Ms. Berger!,” the older man calls out as he stands. “How long has it been now? Three? Four years?”

“Two,” she corrects him. “I see some things never change, though,” Charlie nods towards the women perched watching them.

“You know beautiful women are drawn to me. Speaking of which, querida, you’re looking ravishing as ever.” Mauricio plants a kiss on her hand, causing her to roll her eyes.

“I’m afraid I’m taken, my dear. Though, I must say, I would prefer to be living the high life in Porto right about now.”

Charlie can’t help but have her attention drift over the man’s shoulder to Victor, noticing that Nadine has now joined him. Feeling uneasy, she begins to dig in her clutch for her phone, trying to pay attention to both Mauricio and the situation developing behind him.

Noticing her distracted state, her friend turns around to see what’s taken the focus off of himself and the tale he’s begun to tell. “Victor Sullivan is here? I thought that man retired.”

“So did I. Have you heard anything about what’s brought him out tonight? What have people been saying?”

Charlie’s voice sounds crazed and she knows she sounds way more frenzied than the situation calls for, but deep in her gut she knows Samuel Drake is involved in this somehow.

She’s never trusted the man, but Rafe has always assured her that he’s dependable and that with his knowledge of Avery and other pirates, he’s closer to finding the treasure than he ever was before. That somehow their time spent in a Panamanian jail together has bonded them.

Charlie knows that’s bullshit. There’s no honor amongst thieves and Rafe would be naive to believe otherwise.

“Isn’t that your partner, Charlene?”

She nods, allowing her green eyes to follow said partner’s every move. Rafe has joined the pair now and Charlie knows that this is headed nowhere good and fast. His demeanor appears to be jovial and confident, but Charlie understands Rafe well enough now to know that underneath it all he’s seething.

“What a trio.” Mauricio lets out a low whistle before turning his attention back to her. “How do you think the general public would feel if they knew the golden boy of the Adler empire was associated with thieves and black market dealers?”

“I think they would be pretty stupid to assume that a billionaire with actual morals exists,” she says with a shrug. “But, if they haven’t found out about my past yet, I doubt they’ll ever find out about his criminal inclinations.”

“They don’t -,” Mauricio goes to say but is interrupted by a voice announcing that soon bidding would begin for the crucifix from the Trott Estate. Charlie knows Rafe paid quite the pretty penny for the auctioneer to bring it out first.

“I should probably go grab Rafe,” Charlie nods at her partner who looks less than pleased now. “He’s been quite eager to get his hands on that cross for some time now.”

“Ah, I didn’t take him for a fan of religious imagery.”

“He’s full of surprises,” she says with a soft smile. “But, hey, maybe I can introduce you two before we leave?”

Mauricio’s hazel eyes glow warmly as he beams at her. “You know I can’t turn down an opportunity like that.”

“And I bet you thought I was just going to keep him all to myself,” Charlie jokes as she goes to plant a parting kiss on her friend’s cheek. “What kind of person would I -”

“Cut the bullshit, old man.”

Charlie immediately jumps at the sound of a glass crashing to the ballroom floor. Of course, during the brief moment she’s distracted Rafe decides to get into a very public spat with Victor.

“I should go,” she gives Mauricio a remorseful frown, “before he makes an even bigger scene.”

Hiking up her dress, Charlie shoves her way through the crowd until she finds Rafe. Straightening out his white suit jacket, he tries to recompose himself.

“What happened here?,” she whispers, fingers going to adjust his bow tie. Despite his outside appearance seeming cool, calm, and collected, Charlie can feel his heart thrumming in double time.

“Somethings not right.” Rafe shakes his head as he looks down at her, green eyes boring into her own. “Victor Sullivan is here somehow. I swear to God, Charlie if he tries to take-”

“He won’t,” she interrupts him. “Tonight is your night, baby. Don’t let him get to you.”

“It’s just,” he throws his head back with a sigh. “You don’t know what he and the Drake’s are capable of.”

“You’re right, I don’t.” Charlie puts her hands on his shoulders, standing up on her tip-toes. “But I know what you’re capable of,” she says, placing her lips to his for a soft kiss.

“Just think,” she says as she pulls away, “the crucifix will be yours in oh, I don’t know,” she hums, “twenty minutes?”

“I hope you’re right about that.”

Charlie beams at him. “I’m always right.”

She takes note of how the fluorescents hit her partner just right, making him look more handsome than usual tonight. “And maybe we can celebrate on the ride home?,” she asks, running her palm down his chest.

Rafe’s eyes darken as he leans down to whisper in her ear, nosing stray hair out of the way. “I think we can do more than just celebrate.”

Charlie lets out a low whine, having to bite her lip to stifle the sound. “Well, that’s what I’ll be thinking about while you’re winning us a six digit cross.” She pouts up at him. “Too bad you pushed the bidding to the beginning of the night.”

Emitting a low groan, he cups her face in her hand. “Like you said, this should only take twenty minutes or so. Do you think you can be a good girl for that long?”

Charlie knows she can’t, but she nods “yes” anyway.

“Bidding for a crucifix from the Trott Estate will begin in five minutes.”

The voice of the female announcer over the speaker interrupts the little moment they were having. “This is what you’ve been waiting all these years for,” Charlie says as she pulls away. “I’ll be waiting for you back at the table.”

“You sure you don’t want to come watch?”

“In these heels? No, thank you. Besides,” she shrugs, “I could go for a drink.”

“I’ll come find you afterwards, alright?”

Charlie agrees, letting Rafe place a quick peck to her cheek before making her way over to the bar. After pushing through throngs of designer-clad women and men, she finally makes it to her destination.

“Un bicchiere de vino bianco, per favore,” she says, taking a seat at the bar. She can hear the start of the auction echoing throughout the room and she hopes that this is the beginning of the end of her partner’s adventure hunting. But there’s a feeling inside of her; one that makes her blood run cold, that tells her it may never truly end.

“Bene! We have one hundred thousand euros in the room. Thank you. Do we have any other bids? We now have one hundred ten thousand euros in the room.”

Giving a quick thanks to the bartender as he hands her her glass, she turns to face the stage. Charlie can hear the back and forth of Rafe and Victor beginning to haggle over the St. Dismas cross.

Why the fuck is he getting involved? she thinks. Surely he can’t afford however high of a price Rafe will take this up to to ensure it’s his.

She watches anxiously as the older man keeps on bidding after bidding. No matter what price Rafe gives, Sullivan seems to want to take it one step further. It’s infuriating and she’s annoyed on her partner’s behalf. If there was any hope of them having a good time after they left the estate, all those dreams were just dashed.

“Five hundred thousand! Let’s get this show on the road here.” Rafe is clearly agitated and anxious and Charlie is sure it’s apparent to everyone else in the room.

“Oh… thank you. We have five hundred thousand euros in the room.”

“Had me worried there for a minute, Victor. Thought I might have to kill you!”

She cringes at the threat. Rafe and the others in the room may be chuckling along, but Charlie knows that that was no joke, he would kill anyone to acquire that cross.

Within seconds the lights in the room go off, sounds of screams and shouts reverberate throughout the ballroom. She hears Rafe yelling for security to stop someone, whom she assumes to be Sullivan, from leaving.

Swiveling around in her seat, she motions to the bartender for a second glass of wine; she’s going to need it if she wants to make it through the rest of the night with her sanity fully intact.

As Charlie searches through her clutch for spare euros, she hears the familiar footsteps of Rafe angrily approaching. “Where have you been?,” he hisses in her ear.

“Trying to give you some space to cool down,” she says as she turns around to face him, fresh drink in hand.

“I don’t think I’m going to be ‘cooling down’ anytime soon, honey.” Rafe runs a shaky hand through his hair; his jaw clenched. Charlie can tell how anxious he is right now and it breaks her heart. Despite wishing that he could focus on anything but the treasure, she knows how desperately he’s longed for this.

Taking a final sip of her drink, she places the half-full glass on the countertop before hopping off the stool. Noticing that the guards are trying to keep everyone in the main building while the estate is operating only on generators, a plan begins to formulate in her mind.

“Come with me.” Charlie grabs both of Rafe’s hands in hers as she begins to pull him towards an unguarded doorway. “I think I might know of a way to help you relax.”

“Charlie…”

“What?,” she asks, daring a glance back at him. His green eyes look back at her, giving her a hungry look. “You sure look like you want this.”

She stops at the door, pulling him into her as she leans against it. Taking a quick scan of the crowd, she can see that they’re too occupied with trying to make their way en masse to other parts of the property; pushing past the security guards trying to contain them. She can also hear gunfire in the background, assuring her that no one will catch them anytime soon.

Reaching behind her, Charlie grasps the cool brass of the doorknob, pushing the door open to slip the both of them inside. After doing a quick check of the room to make sure it’s secure, Rafe pushes her against a beam in the middle of the room.

“Looks like we have all the time in the world,” she whispers, watching as her partner’s slender fingers run up the length of her side.

Rafe begins to delicately bunch up the velvet material around her waist before making quick work of her panties. “Maybe by the time I’m done having my way with you,” he purrs in her ear, “the guards will have done their job and retrieved my crucifix.”

Charlie mewls as his thumb begins to stroke slow circles on her clit. Reaching up to grab onto the lapel of his white suit jacket, she pulls him down into a kiss. Rafe’s soft lips slide hungrily against hers; his tongue teasing its way past her lips.

Her hands trail up from his shoulders, gripping and pulling at strands of hair as his lips begin to leave bruising kisses down her jaw to her neck.

“Can we not talk about treasure or crosses right now?,” Charlie pants out. “Gold can’t fuck you and it certainly can’t love you.” She can’t help the bitter undertone to her voice. She’s trying to help him forget about his friend double crossing him, but the treasure always clouds his mind.

Rafe tsks. “Oh, my poor baby,” he says huskily, placing a nip to her pulse point. “Are you jealous?” His fingers slide from her clit to down between her thighs. “You know you’re my most prized treasure.”

Charlie cries out, bucking into his hand as two fingers are slowly inserted inside of her. “Always so wet for me.”

Her legs begin to shake as his fingers curl inside of her. Feeling as if she might lose her balance, she wraps her arms around the support beam behind her back.

Damn him, she thinks. Rafe always knows how to read her; knows what makes her tick and what makes her see red. But, Charlie can’t be mad, not when she can feel the heat begin to coil within her belly due to the steady pumping of his fingers.

“Please don’t stop,” she breathes. “I’m so close.”

Rafe presses himself against her thigh, fingers picking up speed. She can feel him hardening against her, that alone bringing her closer to the edge.

For a brief moment, Charlie forgets that there are others outside as her moans become louder and begin to echo throughout the room.

“Sssh.” Rafe nuzzles into her ear. “As sexy as you sound and,” he glances down at her chest, heaving and barely contained to her strapless dress, “as sexy as you look. We don’t need anyone else hearing you, now do we?”

She can barely respond except for shamelessly moaning even louder, her walls beginning to tighten around his fingers.

“Rafe…”

“Cum for me, sweetheart.”

Charlie rolls her head back onto the beam, nails digging into the wood. With a cry, Charlie comes; her body trembling.

Closing her eyes, she tries to catch her breath, but there’s barely a chance to as Rafe eagerly kisses her, his hands going to cup her breasts.

“God, look at you.” His voice is hoarse and husky, his green eyes blown. “So fucking perfect.” Pulling away he brings his fingers to his lips, wetting them with his tongue. “Always so sweet too.”

Charlie squeezes her thighs together, feeling herself getting turned on again from the sight. Reaching forward, she pulls Rafe back to her by his belt; fingers eagerly beginning to unbuckle it immediately.

“You have no idea how badly I want you inside of me right now,” she purrs as she brings her lips to his for a heated kiss.

Rafe groans against her lips as he brings his hands to the back of her dress, tugging on the zipper.

“Hey! Be careful with that,” she whines.

“It’s just a dress, darling. We can get you another one.” He carefully peels off the tape that had held her dress up, leaning down to take a newly freed nipple into his mouth.

“But I,” Charlie gasps as Rafe wraps an arm around her waist, pulling her closer to him, “liked that dress.”

He ignores her complaints, swirling his tongue around her pebbled nipple. Green eyes peer up at her as he gives a light bite.

“Please, Rafe. No more teasing.” Charlie knows she sounds whiny right now, but she’s aching to feel him and he knows it.

She can feel him smile against her chest before standing up fully. “Always with the neediness,” he teases, pulling her towards a crate in the back of the room. “Lucky for you, I love it.”

Charlie kicks her dress away before following after him. “Am I going to be the only one who’s naked here?,” she asks as he lifts her onto the wooden crate. Besides her heels, she’s completely naked, whereas Rafe has remained completely clothed.

He just shrugs at her. “Undress me then, sweetheart.”

Grabbing at his waistband, she begins to slowly undo his dress pants. Once she sees the bulge in his boxer briefs Charlie realizes just how impatient she truly is. As gorgeous as his body is, he looks just as good with clothes on and he looks even better when he’s pounding into her with them on.

“Oh, fuck it.” She slides her hand down the elastic, beginning to stroke him. Grinning at the hiss Rafe lets out at the sensation, Charlie leans up to hungrily kiss him, tongue and teeth clashing against each other.

“Just fuck me, Rafe. But I swear,” she whispers, “if one of those guards comes in here and finds me naked, I’ll be forced to kill them.”

“Don’t worry,” he says, freeing himself from his briefs and replacing her hand. “If anyone looks at you I’ll kill them myself.”

Charlie beams at him. If it was anyone else in her past she wouldn’t have been into that subtle possessiveness, but with Rafe it’s just another one of his traits that turns her on.

She bites her lip, watching as he begins to stroke himself before lining himself up at her entrance. Wrapping her leg around his waist, he slides himself inside, soft moans falling from both their lips.

Rafe starts slowly rocking himself into her, their foreheads pressed together. “You have to stay quiet this time, understood?”

“I can be a good girl for you, Rafe.”

“Oh, I know you can,” he pants out. “You’re my best girl.”

Charlie mewls at his words, laying herself back on the crate, the wood digging into her skin. She’s sure she’s getting splinters all over her back right now, but the pain is worth it for the look Rafe shoots her; like he wants to devour her.

Her hand slides in between them to rub her clit as he lifts her leg up over his shoulder. “I swear, Charlie,” he groans, his thrusts beginning to pick up a more brutal pace. “I’m going to destroy all of them for ruining this night.”

Charlie shudders, a second wave of pleasure beginning to build up. “Harder, baby,” she whines, trying to pull him in even closer.

“Harder, you say?” He begins to pound into her now, the crate creaking underneath her from the movement.

The combination of her own digits and Rafe’s movements brings her closer to the edge. She feels a hand trail down her body before cupping a breast, pinching a nipple between his fingers.

“My perfect girl.”

That’s all it takes for Charlie to cry out, her back arching off the crate. Rafe groans as she clenches around him; nails digging into her thighs. Leaning down, he kisses her through her come down.

“Fuck, that felt so good,” he purrs into her ear, placing a light nibble to the lobe before pulling them both up again.

Charlie snakes her arms around his shoulders as he begins to bounce her on his cock. “Now it’s your turn to cum for me, baby,” she says before beginning to suck and bite at his neck. She doesn’t care if all these stuffy assholes see him with a mark from her. If anything, it might make her feel proud.

“Charlie…,” he moans, his lip slightly curling. Rafe’s movements start to become erratic, so much so that Charlie has to reach a hand behind her to hold the crate still.

After a few more deep thrusts, his body stills. Cupping her cheeks, he forces her to look up at him. “I guess now is as good of a time as any to start a family.”

Charlie smiles weakly through her panting. “You sure about this?”

Rafe nods as he pulls out, looking for something to clean them up with. “You really think I’m just going to give up because Samuel managed to get one over on me?” He gives her a look before grabbing a waiter’s cloth and heading back to her.

“Not at all,” she says, watching as he cleans up his seed running down her thigh. “Just surprised you think this will be over soon.”

Charlie hops off the crate, heading towards her discarded dress lying crumpled at the bottom of the beam. Shaking it out, she steps into it, frowning as her breasts try to break free from her attempted confinement.

“Nadine and I have been searching tirelessly through the cathedral for a while now. Her shoreliners are getting close to finding what Avery hid there.” Rafe grabs a bottle of wine before making his way towards her. “Once we find that? We’ll be untouchable.”

Charlie’s hand rests on her belly. She doesn’t want to get her hopes up too soon about Rafe finally having a hold of the treasure he’s waited fifteen years for, but the thought of them finally being the “boring” couple, despite their pasts, that she’s wanted? It’s too good to be true.

“I can’t believe I’m about to say this,” she lets out a laugh, “but I’m excited to get back to Scotland so we can dig through some relics.”

“You wanna help me?” Rafe pulls her close to him, wrapping his arms around her waist.

Charlie hums. “Well, we’re a team too. It’s not just you and Nadine.”

Rafe chuckles. “You’re right, you’re right.” Casting his gaze downwards he notices the way her gown begins to slip down. Taking off his suit jacket he throws it over her shoulders, handing her the bottle to hide underneath it.

“I suppose I’ll have to get you a new one.”

“If we’re lucky, I won’t even be able to fit in one in a few months.”

Charlie stills. It’s absolutely quiet outside of the storage room except for some light chatter from who she presumes to be staff and security guards.

“We should probably get going,” she smiles impishly up at Rafe.

“After you, my dear.”

#oc: charlie berger #rafe adler #ship: for all the gold in the world #rafe adler x oc #uncharted 4 fic #kinktober #nsft #nervous about this one so be nice pls!!!

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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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