Jun 11, 2025
That rich boy with anger issues
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That rich boy with anger issues
Forgot to post but this is fanart of Rafe that my sis did. I gave her inspo and she did such a good job.
After the dealings with john ,Sadie left for south America and got remarried ,BING BAM BOOM many years later you're left with Rafe Adler
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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I love this psycho so much
yes i adore a pixelated character who has like 1% of background, or maybe not even 1%, and what about it? what happens when i fill in the other 99% of background and character layout? then what? i’ll just steal rafe adler from naughty dog
Avifauna (Sam Drake)
Chapter 2: Trail Of Thieves
Iris Lee was a monarch when it came to treasure hunting. But in regards to her most valued search yet, she had fallen short to the sneaky hands of two fellow treasure hunters who were to embark on a journey to the same treasure; the treasure belonging to Henry Avery.
( DISCLAIMER: I do not own the characters or the storyline of Uncharted, all rights belong to ND! )
Prologue, Chapter 1, Chapter 3
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After following the trail of clouds that sifted from the other plane, I managed to sneak around the bend to land not too far from them. I had to be sure that they were rid of any suspicions they would have of the aircraft, knowing it belonged to Shoreline.
I didn't know where the two hunters could be, but I had a pretty good notion as to where they would end up. I've had experiences with King's bay in the past, but for a trail of expeditions unlike this one.
It was meant to be a cleanse from my life before at the time, but it ended in me engulfing myself into the intoxicating business of treasure hunting.
I safely exited the helicopter at the top of a mountain not too far from the town. Immediately after opening the latch to the outside, the sudden urge to throw my winter clothes off swarmed me.
I threw my jacket and the rest of my layers off, immediately feeling relief wash over me. I was left in my fitting cargo pants that were tucked into my mountain boots, and my thin grey tank that stuck to my body like glue from sweat.
I tossed my clothes into my bag that hung on my shoulders, and began walking down the hills caked with sand, and rocks.
I didn't bother to find a place to gather myself just yet, as I was too restless to sleep or stick to one place at that moment. So I stuck to finding the location of the two individuals I had seen in Scotland.
The town was fairly large so I had figured it would be a long night of searching, though I immediately recognized the plane that sat by a dock a little ways away from where I stood. My eyes widened, as I noticed a man on the dock, talking frantically on the phone with his back towards me.
"Definitely in the right area now," I said, rubbing my hands together nervously. I quickly turn my back towards the sight, walking into the busy streets.
If I so much as make eye contact with any of them right now, I would be exposed immediately. I couldn't risk that happening, at least not until I have them cornered.
From the distance, I could see them walking over to a nearby motel area. I took a mental note to follow that direction in due time, to eliminate being seen. In the meantime, I took in the sights of the town people, and architecture.
I walked through the side alleys, all the way to the markets.Just as I stepped foot near the location of one, my stomach grumbled in hunger, causing me to let out a sigh.
I had money for hospitality and transportation, but left nothing to spare for food. I mentally slap myself because of my idiocy, knowing damn well what I needed to do next.
I gotta steal some shit.
I noticed a small barrel of apples next to a smaller venue, and it sparked my attention. I made sure no one was looking towards my direction, and slid my hand into the barrel.
I grasped the light, chartreuse fruit as I had my back facing opposite to the street. I then casually walk away from the market, leading me towards the direction of the motel.
As I went through a side street to avoid being noticed, I felt a brush of warmth hit my hand and I turned around to see a figure.
He was most certainly taller than me by a foot at max. His hair was fully brushed back, and he wore a denim button up rolled on the sleeves.
"You need to work on your technique." he states as he strolls back towards me with his hands behind his back, "One slip up can end badly for you," his voice was rough, yet it flooded out of his mouth like smooth honey.
He could probably lure someone in with the snap of his fingers if he really tried.
"I'm sure you're so much better, hun,"I said, putting my hand on my hip.
"Well princess, if you say so," He tosses me my apple and I stand in front of him, baffled. He winks at me and snickers to himself.
But I had an idea in mind,"Can I ask you a quick question?"
I smirk, he gives me a questionable smirk in return, but nods, "do you always follow girls into alleyways to lure em' in? If so, I don't think I'm the only one that needs to work on their techniques."
His face falls immediately, and his face visibly reddens in embarrassment. Got you now, stranger.
I walk over to him, placing my hand on his arm, "You have a good night, now." I look him up and down before I take a bite from my apple and walk back to the direction I need to, leaving the man in question.
Rafe Adler & Sam drake 💕