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a-aexotic · 1 year

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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 · 8 months

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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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strikereurekastits · 10 days

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NOTICE !! Something happened to my old blog [@/mxgraves] and I had to remake unfortunately. So if you see things reposted that I posted there it is me!

WELCOME MESSAGE Hello! My name is Mavis or Haunt, I go by both. I use she/they pronouns and I'm 21. Writing is my hobby and I'm here to share like my works with other people! My biggest interests are Call of Duty and Pacific Rim which this blog is all about! RULES · My rules are pretty simple; don't be weird, a bigot or rude and we shouldn't have a problem. · I don't write any content that would be classified as "proship" content and I don't associate with any corresponding labels either. · While I write just general content for my fandoms, I also work with x reader stuff and oc x canon stuff. It's always going to be tagged accordingly for people to navigate through. · All x readers are default to gender neutral and non race specific, I try my best to cater to everyone because everyone deserves to see content that they can be seen through. If you are requesting and what something specific state so or its blank slate reader for all. WHO I WRITE FOR · Call of Duty Modern Warfare [Phillip Graves, Osmond "Oz" Ryan, Enzo Reyes, Vladimir Makarov, Andrei Nolan, Kyle 'Gaz' Garrick, Keaton Whaley (OC), Aleksei Kuznetsov (OC), Harker Allaway (OC)] · Pacific Rim [Raleigh Becket, Mako Mori, Chuck Hansen, Hercules Hansen, Tendo Choi, Newt Geiszler] · Warren Kole Characters [Addley Koffin, Walker, Wesley Mitchell, Rafe Adler, David Hellar. Coming Soon: Tim 'Roderick' Nelson, Robert Stahl, Trent Wilkes, Josh Holder.]

MASTERLIST coming soon~

ANONS coming soon~

#pinned post !!

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rolangf · 5 months

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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 · 2 years

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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 · 2 years

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Chapter Eight- Epilogue

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

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𝓢𝓸𝓶𝓮 𝓣𝓲𝓶𝓮 𝓛𝓪𝓽𝓮𝓻

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Oh yes, I do.”

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

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

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

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

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

“We should go on another trip then.”

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

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

“Paris would be amazing.”

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

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

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

“Oh yeah?” Cami replied with a smile.

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

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

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

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

“You kids are something else.” Nate laughed.

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

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

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

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

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

Cami laughed and nodded.

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

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

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

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

“Is that a good idea?” Elena asked.

“I don't know...” Nate remarked.

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

“Like what??” Cassie asked.

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

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

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

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

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

“Fortune favors the bold.”

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

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

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

“We’re in.”

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

Chapter One

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

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☆. ˚ ⚘ 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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s1cparvism4gna · 3 years

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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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hanalwayssolo · 4 years

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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.

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