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tonkinese-lion · 1 year

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Oh, Little Lion Cub, Of My Blood

"The Rook and the Lion" - Part 1

Warnings: Kidnapping, minor violence, Victor Rookwood (a warning in itself)

Attempting to write again after many years, and wanted to do so for my baby Gryffindor OC Victoria Everleigh Adler, as well as Rookwood who was criminally underused in the game. Let's see what happens when he crosses paths with an anxious, little lion cub and comes to a realization. I’m not a native English speaker but I hope you still enjoy it. ✨🦁

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Victoria was running, that's all she could think about. Both her legs and throat were burning, and her red house-fanatic robes and lion stamped scarf were both tossing about behind her. Her heart shaped locket was swinging violently from side to side, while her long hair blowing in the wind was completely dishevelled and almost coming undone in the back. But she couldn't care less. Not with the dark wizards and Ashwinders right on her heels.

And him. Rookwood. The bloody bastard. Of course, he had to be there too.

As soon as she had caught sight of him in Hogsmeade, loitering by the entrance at the bridge, she turned tail and ran back in the opposite direction. In her hurry she forgot to put her hood on, and an Ashwinder had unfortunately recognized her face and by her robes and quickly alerted his comrades and Rookwood himself. Suddenly Victoria found herself running faster than she ever had to in her life.

"Why does it always have to be me?" she muttered to herself.

If only she had been accompanied by Professor Fig... or by a certain Slytherin like she had been last week. She'd take on a troll again any day over this.

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1 week earlier

They had deliberately sent that troll after her. Ranrok AND Rookwood. A distraction. All so that Rookwood could get to her.

Victoria got lost in thought, butterbeer in hand, the sweet taste of still lingering in her mouth, as she sat with Sebastian in The Three Broomsticks.

"Glad to see you two escaped injury." Sirona said warmly, the relief evident in her voice.

"Thanks to this one. Single-handedly took down a troll!" Sebastian exclaimed, a smile on his face as he observed her.

She smiled shyly and fiddled with the heart locket hanging around her neck in embarrassment. Her cheeks were probably similar in colour to that of a tomato at this point. She wasn't used to praise. She certainly never received any at the orphanage.

But she found she quite liked the feeling.

"Is that so? Well done." Sirona said as she threw Victoria a friendly smile.

She blushed while looking down, not knowing what to do with herself. She thanked Sirona for the beverage and took a big gulp, while only half listening to the conversation. God, this stuff was heavenly, she thought distractedly. Reminded her of sweets she had growing up.

"Something's not right. The only brutes we usually have to deal with are-"

Suddenly behind her, Victoria heard the door slam open. She nearly choked on her beer, the sound startling her.

"Was that Lodgok I saw leaving just now."

Victoria froze at the sound of that voice, breath getting stuck in her lungs. He had found them. She looked up at Sebastian, her panic probably evident in her eyes. Sebastian returned a reassuring but uncertain half-smile her way, clearly not unaffected either.

"Sirona will have our backs." he muttered quietly, trying his best to reassure her.

"Wouldn't do that if I were you, Theophilus."

"Come now. No need for theatrics." the voice drawled.

She could feel her hands starting to shake as they held onto her beverage for dear life.

"I'm only here for this one anyway." he continued, the rumbling voice taunting her.

Victoria knew the snake was speaking directly to her. Challenging her. She wiped the dread of her face as best she could and slowly turned, getting of her seat. As her eyes locked onto his, she felt herself shudder with how intensely the man was focusing on her, practically as if the two of them were the only ones present in the room. Not even the troll had managed to make her this uncomfortable.

"My friend is enjoying a well-earned butterbeer." Sirona said with an impassivity that didn't match the situation.

How in the world was Sirona able to keep completely calm?!

"I only want a quick word." Rookwood’s steely gaze was dead set on Victoria, nonchalantly waving her away, while waltzing his way over.

Victoria seized up at the motion. Her hand instantly went to her newly acquired wand and pointed it towards him. Everyone else did the same. She could still feel the anxiety and adrenaline from fighting the troll earlier, as her heartbeat became rapid again.

Sebastian pushed her behind himself in a protective manner, his wand too now firmly pointing towards the two brutes.

Right, Sebastian was here with her, she reminded herself. Everyone in The Three Broomsticks, in fact, had their wands pointing towards the unwelcome guests. AND she was also able to get through the whole bank heist and Ranrok with Professor Fig in one piece.

Everything was going to be fine.

"I said, my friend is busy." Sirona stood her ground. Firmly.

He scoffed, loudly, looking about the room. "One would think you'd all had enough bloodshed for one day."

His cold calculating grey-blue eyes once again settled themselves onto Victoria. This time, however, she stood her ground and mirrored his own glare. His eyes narrowed, suddenly, as they found something of interest.

"Where did you get that?" Rookwood suddenly snapped at her, voice dangerously low, while, rather rudely, pointing at her.

Her face scrunched up in confusion. What?

She looked down and realized what he was referring to - The golden heart shaped locket she always wore. She protectively wrapped her hand around the piece of jewellery.

"I do not believe that to be any of your business" she coldly replied with her head held high.

The motion did not go unnoticed by him, as he eyed the way her hand entwined around it. Rookwood weighted his options, but was aware of how severely outnumbered he was. Not today. Harlow beside him was getting impatient.

He sparred her another glance, eyes narrowing while contemplating her, as if seizing her up.

I didn't make sense. Why would her heart locket possibly be of any interest to Rookwood of all people? The locket that was the last reminder she had of... her.

No one dared to move. She, too, didn't dare moving a muscle, except, she couldn't stop the palpable sneer appearing on her face, while waiting for him to make his move. He returned a Cheshire grin her way as he and his right-hand man were exiting. His look told her everything she needed to know.

This isn't over.

Arms wide in an exaggerating, animated manner, he added smugly:

"Can't drink butterbeer forever."

The remaining taste of butterbeer turned sour on Victoria's tongue.

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She needed to find a Floo Flame and quickly. She wasn't familiar enough with Hogsmeade yet to remember where to find them all.

She quickly slipped into a small alley, and hid behind a building, almost stumbling over her legs in the process, while pressing her back against the wall.

She hoped no one saw her. As she desperately tried calming her out of control breathing, Victoria heard shouting and the indicatory sounds of someone running by.

Good, they didn't see her. She had to admit though, wearing a Hogwarts robe with a giant Gryffindor lion on the back, it was certainly not one of her best ideas. No more wearing school robes in Hogsmeade.

As she scanned the building behind her, she realized she was at the back entry to Gladrags Wizardwear. That meant Hogsmeade Square and a Floo Flame was just around the corner. If she could make it to the Floo Flame right across from Honeydukes in the Square, then she would be within the safety of Hogwarts again. She was supposed to meet with Professor Fig later today too.

Victoria put her face into her hands and took a deep unsteady breath. How had her life turned upside down so quickly?

She had been so excited when she received her letter to attend Hogwarts, so very excited when Professor Fig came to personally pick her up, the two of them so close already despite only having practiced her magic with him for a couple of months.

The prospect of finally leaving that cursed place of a nightmare called an orphanage behind, of going on at adventure and using magic. Magic. For the first time in a long time, she had felt hopeful.

Oh, how quickly that illusion shattered. On her first day it was the dragon attack, last week the troll attack and now she was the prime target of a bunch of no-do-good witches and wizards.

Lovely, just what she needed.

She almost missed the orphanage. Almost.

It seems as if Rookwood had been waiting for an opportunity to catch her on her own. And she waltzed right into his hands.

She checked to see if the coast was clear. No Ashwinders. No Rookwood insight.

Now was her chance.

She ran as fast as her legs would allow her, first around the corner and then straight forward along the square. She almost tumbled into a passer-by and apologized profusely about 10 times, then passed the statue of Hengist of Woodcroft and rounded the corner with the tree until...

She let out an audible gasp. No no no-

Standing right beside the Floo Flame, patiently waiting with hands behind his back, was the one person she had hoped not to see. She immediately raised her wand.

"Now, now my dear, calm down. No need for that." Victor Rookwood drawled deeply; hand held up as if trying calm a scared animal. He must have anticipated she was going to use the Floo Flames. Blast it.

He was grinning, madly, like cat finally having caught the mouse in the trap, walking ever so slowly towards her. For every step he took towards Victoria, she took a step back. He was enjoying it, the panic on her face.

"I'm afraid you're all on your own out here. Just a little lion cub all alone, away from her pack. Hmm, some might argue it makes the cub very easy prey, wouldn't you agree?" he spoke, his trademark Cheshire grin back on his face, with preying eyes surveying her so intently, like was she his next meal.

Victoria felt her breathing pick-up, while both of her hands were clutching her wand to the point of her knuckles turning white. He could attack any second.

Basic spells were certainly not going to help her. Where was that strange, ancient magic she used on the troll? Victoria felt her breathing was now, borderline, on the verge of becoming a full-blown panic attack, the running she did earlier not having done her any favours.

Almost, as if on cue, he reached out for her with his wand with intent to cast.

In her panic she felt something strange happening inside her. Like a flash, quickly speeding past him, she dashed in a ball of light. She stumbled for a second after. What in the world was that?! How did she...

The Floo Flame!

While steadying herself she didn't waste any time thinking further about what just happened and made a run for the emerald flame. Finally, back to Hogwarts.

She suddenly heard a loud whoosh behind her. Wait no-

"AHHH" she suddenly let out a scream as her scarf and hood were forcefully pulled back swiftly, her along with it. The bastard had dissaperated right behind her. What a cheater.

"Oh no you don't little lion" she heard the giveaway chuckle of Rookwood. With her back against his front, a pair of arms surrounded her from both sides, one around her middle and arms, the other holding a wand to her neck, keeping most of her completely immobile.

"You most certainly are full of surprises, aren't you, my dear?" he chuckled right behind her. She did not need to see his face to know he was probably smiling like a madman.

Immobile or not, wand to her neck or not, it didn't stop her from going absolutely berserk in her panic. The adrenaline providing her with a new-found energy, she kicked her legs in every direction, trying to free herself from her assailant.

"LET GO OF ME, YOU CONNIVING COCKROACH, YOU BAS-"

Distracted in her own struggle, she suddenly almost fell to her feet as the arms surrounding her had abruptly let go, only to spin her around, now face to face, and swiftly seizing both her thin wrists in his, in a crushing and almost painful hold.

Before she could even think about using the wand still in her hand, he beat her to it, putting so much pressure onto her wrist to the point of her having to let go of it. Victoria couldn't stop the whimper that escaped her.

She heard the clatter of her wand falling to the ground beside her.

"Tsk, tsk, language, my dear. Now, let's try this again, shall we? Where did you acquire that locket of yours from, hmm?" he demanded, the smug bastard observing, with great amusement, her fruitless attempts at freeing herself.

She finally looked up at him, starring right into his eyes, her panic completely forgotten. She felt something else inside her growing. Now she was getting furious.

"I already told you. None of your bloody business" she fumed through gritted teeth.

She attempted again to pull herself away from his steel grasp, but to not avail.

"Oh, believe me little lion..." he said through gritted teeth, and then brought them both face to face, "...it IS my business." His tone had shifted, the finality in voice clear. He wanted an answer.

Both of them were then alerted to footsteps.

"Rookwood, let Miss Adler go this very instant." a feminine voice rang out, the anger clear in the owners shouting. Officer Singer stood not too far from him on his left, wand pointed directly at his side. other onlookers had joined from a distance too, probably curious about the commotion going on.

Rookwood immediately stilled, the glare he had momentarily given Officer Singer at her interruption turning from annoyance into disbelief. His gaze resuming its place onto Victoria instantly.

"Adler?" he faltered quietly, blue eyes searching her face for something she couldn't quite comprehend.

"I said to let her go! She's just a student." Officer Singer kept persisting. Why wasn't she stopping him?! Rookwood could dissaperate along with her at any second!

It seemed for a moment his hold had, unknowingly to him, faltered just a bit, but it was reason enough for Victoria to resume her thrashing and take matters into her own hands.

In one big motion she tugged with all she her might, freeing one of her arms, and tried concentrating. Due to her struggling Rookwood was also brought out of his reverie.

Victoria thought back hard to the time where she and Sebastian clashed with the troll. The ancient magic; it had happened so naturally back then. She had sensed something strange happening inside her due to Sebastian being in danger, and cast her spell like was it the most normal thing. Only now, she was in danger.

She felt it growing inside her again. Victoria cheered internally, and with one efficient move of her hand, a flash of light happened and Rookwood was sent flying backwards, rolling a small distance away from her, groaning as he did so.

However, in the process of that she too ended up tumbling down backwards in the process. And wouldn't it just be her luck that the rest of Rookwood’s goons showed up at that moment.

Victoria hastily retrieved her wand, but it was, once again, too late. Before she had any chance to make her move, they had her, as well as Officer Singer, surrounded from all sides with wands directed towards them both.

Now what was she supposed to do?

Rookwood, having just pulled himself of the ground, carefully brushing the dust of himself, did not seem particularly angry at the display of magic she used on him. Compared to before he almost seemed... hesitant to engage her now.

"Well then, I believe this concludes our quarrel for now, wouldn't you agree?" he shrugged. The hidden warning in his words didn't go unnoticed by her. He wanted her to give up. Or else...

Well, if he wasn't going to kill her for this now, then she had no doubt he would later. This was Rookwood after all. She found it did not matter then, and she might as well go down fighting. She was dead either way.

She raised her wand again, but before she ever got to open her mouth, she was struck by something from behind.

She never felt her body meet the ground before everything went black.

Oh, bugger.

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Oh, the juicy drama is about to begin. Rookwood seems to have realized something. What could it possibly be? *wink wink*👀

Hope you enjoyed reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it. Let me know if you want more. I'd love to write a continuation of this ✌🦁

For a bit of context, my OC Victoria Everleigh Adler has anxiety (if that wasn't obvious yet), grew up at an orphanage most her life after losing her mother and sister, and has trouble believing in herself as well as her abilities. I just thought to myself ‘what if the protagonist had anxiety’, and thus Victoria was born lol.

Anyway, I thought it'd be interesting to have someone a bit shyer, introverted and reserved compared to the protagonist of the game. Victoria will come out of her shell eventually. ✨

#hogwarts legacy #oc: victoria adler #oc: victoria everleigh adler #rookwood #victor rookwood #hogwarts legacy rookwood #sebastian sallow #little lion cub of my blood

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megraen · 9 months

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Chapter 11 - The Edge Of Regret

“Why did you save me…?” She mumbled in between sniffles, her head craning further into his chest. Rafe’s attention snapped to her, his thumb pausing in its movements. He could have easily used Samuel to find Avery’s treasure without her. Still, in a split second, he’d watched her go over the edge; being dragged by her brother had filled him with a dread Rafe hadn’t felt in years, not since he had to escape from that Panama prison all those years ago with Samuel and Nathan. Rafe gritted his jaw as he embraced her tighter. “You would assist me better than Samuel ever would.” He excused. It was a lie more to himself than for her benefit. “You don’t wish for me to die in a horribly painful manner, unlike him.�� Sara pulled away from his embrace, his arm going slack around her. She looked up at him, her green orbs shining through red puffy eyes. It was a sight that made his stomach lurch in an unsettling manner, in more ways than one. His face was grim as he stared down at her, trying to remain emotionless and not give anything away. “Do you need…a moment?” Sara glanced away as she thought until her eyes trained back on him. She shook her head. “No, let's just get this over with.” Her tone was bitter, overly obvious that she just wanted to find the treasure and leave. Sara was done with Avery and his pirates, done with this adventure, and utterly done with Samuel. She knew that she’d have to break the news to Elena when she returned home, something she feared doing. Sara and Elena had become close, even more so than sisters-in-law, and for that, Sara knew that the news of Nathan’s passing would break her, even after the fight that had broken out between the married couple due to Samuel’s interference. Her hands dropped from his chest as his left her head and back, but he still reached out to grab her hand with his as she moved to follow after Nadine. Sara paused, looking back over her shoulder at him, seeing his expression. “There’s more to it, isn’t there?”

#fanfiction #fan fiction #uncharted 4 #uncharted #oc: sara briggs #oc: emma dolton #wip: the taste of poisonous gold #nate drake #nathan drake #nadine ross #sam drake #samuel drake #rafe adler #elena fisher #victor sullivan

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arcademyth · 1 year

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allow me to set the scene: it is january of 2017. BBC sherlock season 4 has just aired on television for the first time. and past arcady is so fucking pissed off at the decisions the writers made in that season that he is inspired. motivated. determined. through sheer love for sherlock holmes and hatred for that wretched season, he would make a modern holmes adaptation that wouldn't make him want to commit felony arson. thus, retroduction (working title) was born.

……and then promptly forgotten about after two months. UNTIL NOW. for reasons entirely unknown to me, a full six years later, my "make a modern holmes adaptation" fixation has kicked back into high gear and here i am. to be fair, i think the reason i lost steam on it years ago was because i didn't know what to do with my nebulous ideas. i'm too visual a person to just write fanfic, but drawing comics is a chore. but i think it has finally dawned on me that fanfic or webcomic aren't my only options to convey a story. nay, i have a fancy expensive piece of paper that says i know how to make video games now, so i think i would like to make it a game. someday. eventually. i have some ideas about that. but tbh i mostly just want to be able to yell about the characters and my ideas and my absolutely garbage takes on sherlock holmes. so today, to facilitate that dream, i present: An Uncomprehensive And Entirely Subject-To-Change Guide To Retroduction's Main Cast

#arc.png #retroduction #time for an absolute fucking wall of character tags let's go #oc: sherlock #oc: watson #oc: victor #oc: adler #oc: moriarty #oc: moran #oc: mycroft #oc: mrs. hudson #oc: lestrade #oc: hopkins #oc: mary #oc: wiggins #oc: gregson #oc: bradstreet #(no they're not legally my ocs but i don't want them showing up in the tags of other adaptations' versions of the characters)

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souurcitrus · 3 months

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List of events of 18th and 19th Century happening on Earth-18104, focusing more in the events happening with Wolverine, Sabretooth, my OCs and the Akkaba Clan (yes, they're important in this story)

I will add more eventually.

List of events of Earth-18104 (Resume)

Tw: mentions of death, abuse and violence

18th century (1701-1800)

1700 -

• Wakanda prospers while the world around it remains at war, deploying wooden ships in naval battles.

1757

• June 23 - Britain establishes corporate dominance in India, beginning nearly two hundred years of oppressive rule over the country.

1764 -

• September 18 - Raven Darkholme is born, the mutant was called Mystique in the future. (N)

• June 25th - The witch Amélia Smith is born. (N) OC

1775 -

• April 19 - The American Revolutionary War begins.

1776 -

• July 4 - The United States of America is established.

1780 -

• The Daughters of Liberty sisterhood was founded in Europe. Spreading the message of freedom in the colonies, they were a sisterhood of guardians protecting the knowledge of the new age.

• They were trained in forms of combat, such as swordsmanship and martial arts.

• At some point, Agatha Harkness joined the organization and trained some members, including Amélia Smith (16) OC.

1783 -

• September 3 - The American Revolutionary War comes to an end.

1789 -

• April 13 - The mutant Beatrice Carvalho, later known as Lullaby, is born. (N) OC

• George Washington becomes the first president of the United States.

• The French Revolution begins.

• The Akkaba Clan was involved in this conflict. They grew in numbers, accumulated wealth, and placed themselves in influential positions to control the world.

1791 -

• Amelia Smith (27) was expelled from the Daughters of Liberty for dabbling in dark magic.

• She was found by Elsa Santiago (306) OC who welcomed her into her coven and taught her about the Enriched and the beliefs of Apocalypse and the people of Okkara.

• Thus, she became the Second Pillar of the Inner Circle.

1794 -

• Amélia Smith (30) met and married a Portuguese mutant, Carlos Salazar.

1800 -

• February 26 – Antônio Cavalcante. (N) OC

19th century (1801-1900)

1801 -

• June 6 - Theodosia Salazar is born, daughter of the mutant Carlos Salazar and the witch and former member of the Daughters of Liberty, Amélia Smith. (N) OC

• (Lullaby, The Second Pillar - OC)

• When Beatrice Carvalho was twelve years old she discovered that she could float, the first of her mutations. Beatrice was very imaginative, so her parents didn't believe her at first when she told them that she managed to fly into the clouds.

• Upset, she kept trying to fly again, until she managed to do so in front of her parents, climbing high until she touched the roof of her house.

• What she thought was a blessing, her parents thought otherwise. Despite not being afraid of their daughter, they believed there was something wrong with her and asked her not to use her mutation in front of others.

• Beatrice didn't think anything was wrong. She began training secretly, every night going to the garden where she would try to fly to the top of her house and then back.

• Some time later she had already mastered her mutation and no longer needed to hold on to trees or the roof to stay still.

• One day, she showed her parents how well she could fly, floating around the garden, leaving her parents in awe.

• Without her knowing, Amélia Smith had been watching the girl train for the last few months and went to tell her teacher, Elsa Santiago.

• Unfortunately she wasn't the only one to see it and Santiago was more than interested in her mutation and wouldn't let the girl go free, so she took her daughter Deianeira to the town where Beatrice lived.

• The following night, Beatrice's house was surrounded by a crowd, who demanded that she come out and show off her powers.

• When Beatrice's parents tried to send the people away, they started throwing stones and torches at the house, while Santiago and Deianeira watched everything from afar.

• Beatrice watched as her parents were stoned to death, which caused her second mutation to emerge. Frightened, she began to cry and scream, but her voice came out a hundred times louder, creating sound waves so strong that it brought the angry crowd to their knees.

• Santiago then decided to intervene, using her powers she disintegrated the humans and walked towards Beatrice.

• Without knowing that it was Deianeira who hypnotized the humans to attack her house, Beatrice became attached to the two mutants when she saw that they had powers like her.

• From that moment on, Beatrice was taken by Santiago and was part of his Inner Circle as the Second Pillar.

1805-

• Silas Burr was born in Canada. (N)

1807 -

• May 14 - Theodosia Salazar awakens her powers at the age of six. Her father helped her control her flames and keep them hidden; Her mother Amélia (43), a witch who worshiped a fire demon and was a follower of Elsa Santiago, watched Theodosia closely.

• She tried to teach Theodosia the ways of Apocalypse's disciples to make her believe that because she was a mutant she should dominate humans, however, her husband did not agree with her beliefs and forbade his wife from teaching his daughter about the mutants of the past.

• December 5th - Francine Cavalcante, a mutant and future founder of the Mercs for Money, is born in Colombia. (N) OC

1810 -

• With the creation of the state of Cartagena, the abolition of slavery in Colombia was officially presented. However, this would not be respected and the slave trade would continue, which traders still considered private property.

• At this time, Antônio Cavalcante (10) awakened his mutation.

1812 -

• February 13 - Theodosia's father, Carlos Salazar, died in a mysterious accident caused by her mother, Amélia Smith (47).

• June 18 - The Anglo-American War begins.

• (Inferno, The Third Pillar - OC)

• August 27 - Months later, after discovering her father's death, Theodosia Salazar (10) burns her mother to death.

• In the months that pass, the people of the village think that Theodosia is innocent and she lives in an orphanage.

• One day Elsa Santiago (326) and her daughter Deianeira (191) visit her and try to take her to their mansion, where they could help her control herself. Theodosia refuses, stating that no one can help her, and tries to attack her upon hearing that Santiago was her mother's teacher.

• She is no match for Elsa and is easily subdued. Elsa promises to train Theodosia and the young mutant accepts and becomes the Third Pillar of the Inner Circle.

• For the next years, she lives with Elsa and other mutants, including Deianeira and Beatrice Carvalho (22).

1813 -

• Zebadiah Creed fights in the Anglo-American War.

1814 -

• December 24 - The Treaty of Ghent is signed, ending the War of 1812.

1815 -

• February 18 - The Anglo-American War comes to an end.

• Zebadiah Creed returns to Canada and marries a young woman named Victoria as he had promised to do before going to war. They live on a farm in Alberta, but Victoria quickly regrets the marriage when she sees how explosive Zebadiah could be.

• August 19 - Tereza Márquez, later known as Sanguinária, is born. (N) OC

1817 -

• February 11 - Zebadiah and Victoria's first son, Luther Creed, is born. (N)

1819 -

• May 3 - Victor Creed, later known as Sabretooth, is born in Edmonton. (N)

1820 -

• January 22 - Clara Creed is born as the only daughter of the Creed family. (N)

1822 -

• April 30 - Saul Creed is born, last son of the Creed family. (N)

1827 -

• (Origins: Sabretooth)

• May 3 - During Victor Creed's 8th birthday, he and his brother Luther (10) got into an argument over a piece of pie.

• Victor's mutation manifested for the first time and he threw himself at his brother and slashed him with his new claws.

• Used to the fighting games he had with his brothers, Victor didn't realize he had injured Luther until he saw him bleeding.

• Although it was an accident, Victor's father confined him to a basement, forbidding him from seeing his brothers, and every night, he pulled out Victor's "devil's teeth" in an attempt to purge the boy of his demons.

• For the next few years, he was isolated in the basement, receiving visits from his brothers who came to give him food in secret.

1828 -

• Silas Burr (23) ran with notorious Edinburgh murderer William Burke and took part in the heinous West Port murders.

1829 -

• Victor Creed's (10) father continues to torture him and lock him in the basement, forcing him to call himself a monster. He then stops feeding him, only releasing a rabbit into the cellar, telling Victor that "if he wants to live, he has to kill".

1832 -

• One night, after years of living in the basement of his family's home, Victor Creed (13) heard his father and mother arguing. Hearing the scream of his mother and brothers he tried to free himself to protect them.

• One of the chains on his wrist broke easily, but the other remained intact. With no other choice, Victor chewed off his own hand and left the basement.

• When he arrived in the kitchen, he found his mother crying over the body of his brother Luther (14) and his father holding a bloody axe.

• Victor then killed his father, but spared his siblings, Clara (12) and Saul (10), and his mother, who asked him to flee when neighbors approached the house. Victor obeyed and ran into the forest, where he lived alone for the next few months. He allegedly invaded three Canadian provinces and killed at least three police officers while on the run.

• Even far away, he kept an eye on his family and attacked everyone who tried to harm them.

1832 -

• Victor Creed (15) returned to his family after a year living alone in the forest. Upon returning home, he was forgiven by his mother and brothers and became the alpha of his family and began to live wildly, slowly embracing his animal side and taught his brothers to do the same.

• At some point he worked for a railroad. Apparently he eviscerated a man who was harassing him in a bar, which resulted in him and his family having to move.

1834 -

• Canada. - At midnight on July 31, slavery came to an end in all British territories, including British North America. To honor this important event, August 1 is celebrated as Emancipation Day in Windsor, Ontario and elsewhere.

• Margaret Slade was born in one of the high houses of Clan Akkaba. (N)

1835 -

• Ichisumi was collected by Apocalypse and "stored" for later use as the Hunger of his Final Horsemen.

1836 -

• February 23 - The Battle of the Alamo begins.

• Antônio Cavalcante (36) was present in this conflict.

1843 -

• July 3 - Jonas Graymalkin was born at his family's residence. (N)

1850 -

• Madripoor is used as a sanctuary for pirates.

1851 -

• Slavery in Colombia is abolished.

1858 -

• August 19 – The mutant Irene Adler, later known as Destiny, is born. (N)

1859 -

• Jonas Graymalkin was aware of the turmoil in the colonies over taxation by the British Parliament, but he did not care. He was coming to terms with his own problems when he realized he was gay.

• One day, while meeting another boy in his family's barn, he was discovered by his father, a religious man, who believed his son was an abomination and the spawn of the devil. Beating Jonas nearly to death, his father tried to bury him alive in the nearby forest.

• This burial unleashed Jonah's mutant powers, allowing him to survive nearly 200 years underground before being unearthed in the modern era.

1860 -

• August 4 - Hamilton Slade, Margaret Slade's eldest son, is born into a wealthy and prestigious family. (N)

• Being a descendant of Apocalypse, Hamilton inherited a strong dose of his blood that granted him great strength and resistance and that is why he was chosen to be the next leader of his clan.

1861-

• The American Civil War, or Civil War, begins.

• Saul (39) and Victor Creed (42) and Hector Márquez (47) OC join the war. Because of their mutations and wild nature, the three men do not get along immediately, mainly because of Victor's aggressiveness.

• Hector sends letters to his sister Francine, telling her that he had found other people like them.

• Over time, the three become comrades and talk about their sisters, Victor also becomes curious about Hector's sisters being "freaks" like them.

• As women were not allowed to fight in the war, Tereza Márquez (46) OC disguised herself as a man and used the name Vincent Márquez to join the army.

• She joined an abolitionist group and carried out missions to free slaves, taking them to the secret houses of her sister Francine (53) and her brother-in-law Antônio Cavalcante (61).

• At the same time, Clara Creed (41) also fought in the war, first as a nurse, then as a sniper and spy for the Union.

1862 -

• Clara Creed met and became friends with Francine Cavalcante, the two worked together to free and shelter runaway slaves at the Cavalcante house. Their actions caught the attention of the Daughters of Liberty, who invited them to be part of the group.

• At some point this year, Tereza Márquez got into a fight with Silas Burr (57), who had discovered her cover. She managed to defeat him and threatened to kill him if he told someone about her true identity.

1865 -

• April 9 - The Civil War comes to an end.

• Victor (45) and Saul Creed (43) were not happy about this, knowing that with the end of the war they would have to go back into hiding or pretend to be normal humans. Meanwhile, Clara Creed (44), to the chagrin of her brothers, accepted the marriage proposal of Arthur Bennett, a man she had met during the war.

• July 12th - The wedding takes place a few months after the end of the war.

1866 -

• May 15 - Fredrick Slade was born at Alexandria House, the second son of Margaret Slade. (N)

• Because Frederick was the youngest and weakest son, he did not receive much attention from his mother or even his clanmates. His mother spent most of her time and energy molding his brother Hamilton (6), who constantly picked on Frederick because of his reserved nature.

• Hamilton on the other hand grew up as a sarcastic and aloof child and considered himself equal to Apocalypse and had no reverence for his lord except for being grateful that he was not born human.

1872 -

• (Events of ILYLRD - fanfic)

• Tereza Márquez (57) was on a mission when she was randomly attacked by Victor Creed (53).

• At that time, Tereza still didn't have her super strength so she only used her flames and even though she was weaker, she managed to take him down in a fight.

1874 -

• (Clan Akkaba)

• One day, Etana of Okkara OC came silently to see the Akkaba Clan. Even though she was not a descendant of Apocalypse, she was one of the last Okkari, so all of the clan bowed down to her.

• During her visit, she assessed family members and their abilities. Margaret Slade tried to impress her with the strength of her eldest son Hamilton (14), who was chosen to become leader of the family.

• Etana praised and congratulated him, saying that he should take care of the Akkaba Clan, which Hamilton mocked, thinking he was superior even to his own relatives.

• Etana then ignored him and went looking for Frederick (8), as Ozymandias had had a vision about the boy. Upon meeting him, Etana saw potential in him and something she hadn't seen in centuries.

• Since the fall of Okkara, Etana has watched her people and seen how members of the Akkaba Clan deceived, betrayed, and even killed their own kin just to be considered closer to Apocalypse.

• Etana knew that Fredrick possessed qualities that she rarely saw among the Clan members: such as courage, justice and compassion. Within Frederick, she saw a new dawn for the clan.

• To ensure this new dawn, Etana trained Frederick in the rites of passage that would make him leader of Clan Akkaba, the Fittest One.

1881 –

• Princess Aisha of the Kingdom of Khado is born, a descendant of Queen Milena. (N) OC

1882-

• September 5 - The child known as Dog Logan is born in the surroundings of the Howlett's property. (N)

1884 -

• September 1 – John Howlett Jr, eldest son of Jonh and Elizabeth Howlett, is born in the residence of the family. (N)

1885 -

• July 2 - James Howlett, the mutant who would become Wolverine, was born in Cold Lake, Canada, a few months after his older brother, the illegitimate son of Elizabeth Howlett and Thomas Logan, the caretaker of Jonh Howlett's property. (N)

1886 -

• Selene Essex, Lady Sinister (221), began operating an obstetrics clinic, the Essex Clinic, in New York City, conducting research on society's deviants.

• She had unrestricted access to an abundance of generational genetic material to study, including that of Daniel Summers, the first Summers in America and former victim of her experiments in London, and his wife, Amanda Müeller.

• It is assumed that Sinister experimented on Müeller and several of her newborn babies.

1888 -

• Raven Darkholme (124) disguises herself as Sherlock Holmes and begins working with Irene Adler (30).

• February 29 - Elsa Santiago's son is born, named Tomás by his father. Despite his name, Elsa called him "Praga" after her husband had a vision of his possible future. (N) OC

• Tereza Márquez (73), Theodosia Salazar (87) and Beatrice Carvalho (99) were present at the birth and showed disgust for Santiago and confronted her, but the mother showed no interest in her child and dismissed them.

1894 -

• Frederick Slade (27) grew up training with Etana and learned to use his in a special way.

• He possessed his mother's molecular rearrangement ability and a new mutation that Ozymandias and Etana felt they should keep secret until the battles to come: teleportation. He was also a formidable hand-to-hand combatant honed by Etana's training.

• Everything was going as planned until his older brother, Hamilton (33), realized that his biggest opponent was in his own home.

• Hamilton, despite having more advanced control of his molecular structure, was petty and honorless; so while Frederick slept the night before the rite of passage, he used his power to crush Frederick's spine ensuring that he would never be a threat again.

• The next day, Frederick watched Hamilton take his place as the clan's Fittest.

• As leader of the clan, all members had to obey Hamilton's orders, whether they agreed with him or not. Most notably Jack Starsmore, a police officer at the time, was his top underling.

• Margaret Slade (59) showed little thought about what had happened to Frederick, as her pride and joy, Hamilton, ensured that she controlled the Akkaba clan. Time passed and people forgot about Frederick.

1897 -

• (The downfall of the Akkaba Clan - Incomplete)

• June 13 - Jonh Howlett Jr. (12) was apparently born a mutant and at some point bone claws grew in his hands and he attacked his mother, scarring deeply into her back.

• It is implied that it was his father who killed him. After this, Elizabeth Howlett was hospitalized.

• Days later, James Howlett (11) visited his brother's grave with Dog Logan (14), who was forbidden from telling the truth about his brother's death.

1898 -

• (Origins: Wolverine I - Death of the Howletts)

• After his brother's death, James Howlett (12) spent more time outside with his friends: Rose O'Hara ans Dog Logan (15).

• The children were close friends, but as they reached their teens, the abuse inflicted on Dog by his father warped his mind. Dog made unwanted advances toward Rose, which James reported to his father.

• In retaliation, Dog killed James' dog, leading to his and his father's expulsion from the Howlett estate.

• April 9 - That same night, Thomas Logan, drunk and armed with a shotgun, broke into the Howlett estate with Dog and attempted to take his ex-lover Elizabeth with him. John Howlett tried to stop him and Thomas shot him in the head, in cold blood.

• Upon seeing his father die, James' mutation manifested and bone claws extended from the backs of his hands and he attacked the intruders with unusual ferocity, killing Thomas and marking Dog face with three claw marks.

• Already an emotionally distraught woman since the death of her first child, Elizabeth, completely unhinged, pushed James away and took his life immediately afterwards with a shot from Thomas' gun.

• James and Rose later took refuge in a British Columbia quarry under the pretense of being cousins.

• James's grandfather ordered him and Rose to escape by train and used his influence in the town to help the pair escape.

• James took the name "Logan" and within months, as the hard work of mining and the difficult environment wrought traumatic changes in his body, Logan became extraordinarily healthy and fierce.

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findroleplay · 10 months

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hi! 21+ rper searching for 18+ writer searching for the following rare / toxic ships. most of these ships are dead dove themed, so please be aware of this. bolded char is who i’d write:

yennefer of vengerberg x tissaia de vries (the witcher)

cirilla of cintra x emhyr (the witcher)

jj x aaron hotchner (criminal minds)

jj x emily prentiss

alicia clark x victor strand (fear the walking dead)

beth greene x daryl dixon (the walking dead)

tris prior x jeanine matthews (divergent)

katniss everdeen x alma coin (hunger games)

bella swan x aro volturi (twilight)

abigail hobbs x will graham (hannibal)

emma swan x regina mills (ouat)

hermione granger x severus snape hermione x lucius malfoy (harry potter)

sam winchester x chuck shurley (supernatural)

sam winchester x dean winchester

sabrina spellman x lucifer (chilling adventures of sabrina)

sabrina spellman x chuck shurley

female oc x albert shaw (the black phone)

clara oswald x 10/12/13th doctor (doctor who)

padme obidala x obi-wan kenobi (star wars)

harley quinn x batfleck (dc)

wanda maximoff x stephen strange (marvel)

kate bishop x clint barton

peter parker x quentin beck

natasha romanoff x bruce banner

carol danvers x yon-rogg

irene adler (megan fox fc) x sherlock holmes

female oc x john watson (bbc sherlock)

daenerys targaryen x jorah mormont (got)

sansa stark x brienne of tarth

daenerys targaryen x thranduil/or elrond (got x lotr crossover)

alison cameron/female oc x dr. house/dr. wilson (house md)

i have more but this is getting long lol. i don’t do doubles. i love smut but am looking for smut with plot and a bit of angst. i prefer to write bratty / power bottoms. i’m a novella writer (around 3-5 paras at a min.) and a slow replier, sometimes i get 3-5 replies a week, sometimes 1 or none for a few days, i'm looking for someone who is patient as i am very chill with reply pace.

will ask for a writing sample as well as i want to make sure i’m finding the right partners. pls like this and i’ll reach out ❤️

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arcadiafm · 10 months

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the following are reopened + open for applications : raphael from tmnt, steve rogers, chris evans, ana de armas, natasha romanoff, erik lehnsherr, michiel huisman, logan howlett, nikolaj coster-waldau, child of charles xavier + raven darkholme, florence pugh, child of joshua foley, xolo maridueña, child of scott summers + jean grey, mishti rahman, child of charles xavier + moira kinross, devyn nekoda, child of thor + diana prince, brock o’hurn, shuri, sonequa martin-green, child of rogue + pietro maximoff, kenji girac, johnny storm, manny jacinto, child of harry osborn + peter parker, adeline rudolph, blu hunt, child of warren worthington iii + laura kinney [ & phantoms spot ], luna maximoff, carolina yuste, gwen stacy (main), denise mercedes, kaine parker, child of irene adler + raven darkholme, alva bratt, child of emma frost + scott summers, nailea devora, child of laura kinney + julian keller, cody christian, victor von doom, charlie clapham, child of dolphin + garth / adopted by arthur curry, froy gutierrez, morgan holmstrom, child of kamar, child of ines (oc) + namor, karen vega.

#marvel rp #dc rp #tmnt rp #comics rp #xmen rp #namor rp #wakanda forever rp

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mysticaltwoface · 9 months

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Uncharted: Nathan Drake, Elena Fisher, Victor “Sully” Sullivan,Harry Flynn,Rafe Adler

I'd love any of these against my rpg Paranormal muses Kiana, Erin and Barbara lima(who are mentioned on my og blog)

Resident Evil: Chris Redfield, Leon S. Kennedy, Albert Wesker(against my au versions of ada, Ashley,Jill and my oc with a Re verse Jade Lance)

@mused-like-roses

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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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Bedlam (Sam Drake)

CHAPTER 1: LEFT BEHIND

The life she had built in only a year had disintegrated, and she was set on her stubborn mindset of finding her purpose away from Jackson.

I DO NOT OWN ANY TLOU OR UNCHARTED CHARACTERS! ALL RIGHTS GO TO NAUGHTY DOG!

(This is a tlou x uncharted crossover. It’s set in tlou universe, but its a fic between an oc of mine, and Sam! I’m not sure how this is gonna turn out so please bear with me)

Prologue

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-ABOUT 3/4 YEARS LATER-

Nevada, U.S.

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The green inferno of the forest surrounding me was almost suffocating at this point, not to mention my lungs burning from the treacherous run I had to commit to in the boiling temperatures of Nevada not even a few moments ago.

This trip was supposed to be a simple one to retrieve food, scope out the area, and return to the base I developed overtime. Though, I guess it was my fault to even consider it a non-lengthy adventure, with the infected still coursing through the entirety of the world.

It almost felt like my backpack was weighing on my entire body as I lazily slid myself down against the base of a tree to sit myself onto the foliage. As my momentary vitality wore away, my limbs weakened with every passing second.

Running aimlessly for your life was the only thing that annoyed the hell out of me, mainly because it happens so often now.

It was mainly caused by the wide ranges of infected that have been circulating this area for weeks, all while trapping me within their circulation as I ventured further into the forest.

Since then, there had been little to no escape from their confinement in the middle of the woods. I would need to break for it sooner or later.

While I knew it was a huge risk, I couldn’t also risk dying from famine or another natural circumstance. Joel had always told me it was ridiculous of me to perceive death as a triumphant experience that needed to be commemorated and memorable.

But to me, if I died from a natural cause, I would feel as though it could be added to the list of wasted opportunities for something all the more grand.

The mind fog slowly engulfing me was blown away by a branch cracking not too far from where I was sitting.

My ears, along with my attention, perked up by the sudden noise.

Shit.

My hand slowly glided across the side of my hip, reaching for what I pray could be a good defense. I felt the slightest bit of relief when I grazed the handle of my switchblade.

The wooden handle was carved smoothly to encase the sharpened metal end; it was something beautifully valuable to me, as it was one of the things that I had left that reminded me of Jackson, and of my surrogate family.

The family I left behind.

There was another small detonation of what now sounded to be leaves crunched on the dirt. Whomever or whatever it was, it wasn’t moving quickly.

My mind first created the image of a clicker, though its grotesque voice wasn’t echoing throughout the trees. My thoughts began to charge as I began contemplating my next move.

As the noises got closer towards the trunk I hid myself behind, my breathing became ragged and unsteady. Growing more frantic, I discarded the knife idea, and reached for my revolver that was wedged into its holster.

Slowly pulling the gun out, my hands gripped it with a force that turned my knuckles into flaming snow. The heartbeat I carried within me scorched in my throat, creating a lump I very much needed to swallow.

I gulped down the blockage harshly, reverberating a sound too loud considering the condition of my surroundings. I cursed myself out in my head for it, knowing I’d have to turn the safety of the gun off not too long after.

I hoped intelligence of what was traveling closer to me was slim to none, mainly because anyone with an average IQ could probably recognise the sounds and cause a scene.

I suck in a cavernous breath, only to release it with a shaken state packaged alongside.

I close my eyes, and prepare for the worst, before raising from my stance on the ground.

My gun was firmly held in front of me, as if it were a barrier from all evil. I only took the time to stare at the culprit of the echoing commotions for a second, before pressing my fingers down on the trigger.

A low pitched grunt reverberated through my ears, along with the blare of a gunshot. The figure jerked slightly from it’s position while doing so, creating a brief stumble.

As I lowered the gun from it’s stern position in my hands, an overwhelming wave of tension froze my body in place.

My thin eyebrows retracted from being furrowed from anger to worry, as did the slight wrinkles present on my features from years of age and affliction.

The menace responsible for my frightened, yet threatening state wasn’t any form of the fungal infested beings that surrounded this forest.

It was a man.

His back was slightly turned, though I was able to take in a few of his features. His hair was a lighter brown, with the sun brightening its shade by a ton. It was fairly short, though it looked as though it had been neglected.

He held a navy blue long sleeve on his back, with dirt particles, along with sweat coating it altogether. It was fairly warm where we were, so it was apparent that he either wasn’t from here, or he didn’t know how to properly succumb to the weather.

My eyes then traveled down to his lower back. It was drenched in a hauntingly beautiful shade of crimson. I could clearly hear the rapid breaths fuming from his mouth, almost in the form of a wheeze too. God what have I done.

As soon as I finally had the strength to take a step towards him, his breath hitches. He whips around to face me, giving me an opportunity to take in his face.

I noticed his shrewd blue eyes that were almost a shade of sapphire. Though, I was able to pinpoint multiple blotches of green and lighter hues of turquoise.

Overall though, his eyes were glossed over with sheer pain along with an obvious smudge of exhaustion.

He held a small amount of stubble along the lines of his sharp jawline and chin. But again, it looked to be just as unkempt as the rest of him. He was a mess of course. But, courtesy of me, he was an even bigger disaster.

His face continued to contort in pain, much to my guilt and dismay. The unknown state of his physical trauma unnerved me to no end; I needed to look at the damage I’ve caused for myself.

“Lift your shirt,” I simply croaked, with me then earning a look of defiance with a hint of panic.

“Why should I-”

“Christ do you wanna die out here?,” I questioned rhetorically, which surprisingly shut him up swiftly.

I knelt down towards the covered wound, though a strong tear was visible on his shirt.

“Fuck, it shot straight through.” I mumbled to myself, with a string of curse words following after.

I inspected the shredded fabric for a little longer before remembering the constraint that potential death was forcing him to endure. The pads of my fingertips grazed the shirt gently.

His eyes travel to my hands, watching my fingers place themselves on the hem of his shirt to lift it.

My eyes widened slightly as I notice his shirt was snug on the wound, most likely making it impossible to lift it without more pain than normal.

And with that action, a wave of anxiety visibly washes over him, “what is it?”

“Your shirt is stuck to it-.. this is gonna hurt”

“It’s okay I've had wors- oh crap,” his voice crumbled as he hissed the words out, his speech faltering due the pain.

“Sorry- shit” I stop for a moment to gently life the shirt from the bloodstained skin of his lower abdomen before continuing to raise it any further. Once the shirt was detached from clinging to him, my fingers hoist the shirt upwards delicately, as the man still continues to wince in distress.

The whole mess on his stomach was the scene of a bloodbath; revealing the reason for the floods of ichor that canceled out the tones of his tanned skin.

It was something that definitely can create a burden, or even a grim fate for the poor bastard. A gaping hole surged through his abdomen, with blood now circling the gash.

“Holy fuck,” I breathed out. I rushed to turn away from his injury, with my gag reflex threatening me with my inspections continuing.

He was losing a lot of blood, and at this rate his injury would become infectious if nothing is done quickly. Or he could die right in front of me, and I couldn’t let my carelessness with a gun jeopardize someones life.

I’m such a fucking idiot.

I let my backpack fall off my shoulders and onto the ground behind me, giving off minimal sound.

A few strands of short hair fell from behind my ears, eventually sticking to my face that happened to be drenched in sweat.

I unzipped my bag, and with no hesitation, I dove my hands in to reach for what I hoped would be exactly what I was looking for.

I felt around the entirety of the pack’s interior, with that sliver of hope deteriorating each time I touched an item. After a few moments of searching through, I could hear the man stumble slightly behind me.

As if on cue, I felt a roll of soft fabric brush the surface of my fingers, and I released a sigh of pure relief. I pull the roll of firm gauze from its original place in my bag, and turn to face the now whimpering man.

I could see tears threatening to form in his eyes as I looked at him, and my lips flatlined; he was in so much pain but he still attempted to hide it.

His skin was getting to be dangerously pale, with his warm complexion draining with his blood.

I stand from the ground, carefully placing my free hand onto his broad shoulder. He jumped suddenly as I did so, but visibly relaxed as much as he could after a few moments.

“I need you to try and sit on this.” I bob my head towards the direction of a larger rock protruding from the ground beneath. It was covered in mud along with various patches of carpet-like moss, but it would have to do.

He hesitates, pushing me away from him slightly, “I’m gonna be fine I don’t need you to-”

“Not to be rude but shut the fuck up and sit, please” I gave him a pleading stare, hoping he would stop being so damn stubborn.

After taking the deepest of inhales to secure his oxygen, he maneuvers himself to sit on the rock. He remained stiff, still choking on his own projectile yelps of anguish, but he managed to get himself down onto the rock.

“I’m gonna wrap this around you, alright?” I lean back down onto the ground, closer to his wounded midriff, with the medical wrapping clenched within both of my palms.

The man exchanged a look between my hands that held the gauze, and the expression draped across my face. He looked even more unsure of me now than when he glanced at me the first time after me shooting him, but in all honesty I wasn’t going to judge.

I continued to let him contemplate whether to bail or remain in my care for now, as frustrating as it was getting. I wasn’t usually the type of person to let my impatience tower over my empathy unless necessary, even though I had snapped at him once already.

It wasn’t until I heard the gruesome sounds of the undead not too far from us, that I didn’t wait for a single ounce of approval. No matter what, I wasn’t going to let him die in my sights if I have this chance to save him in front of me.

As I begin to hastily wrap the bandage around his injury, he unintentionally cries out in pain, unknowingly triggering the numbers of infected surrounding the forest.

Their moans of displeasure and sickening thirst for the suffering such as us grew closer, and I began to panic for the crippled human before me.

“Shit, shit, shit.”

“What is it-,” his confusion snapped into worry as soon as a whale of a runner erupts towards the east, “Oh crap.”

“They must've heard the commotion,” I muttered under my breath.

Once I finally wrap the injury to my satisfaction, I bring the roll to my mouth and tear the wrapping away from the roll itself as quickly as I could. While holding the gauze protection in place, I turn around to face my backpack once more.

With another minute passing by, the intense roars of clickers catches my attention now. My rapid breathing began to shake my body, and wrestle with my stomach. I needed to move much faster.

I drop the gauze from my hands in, and replace it with a roll of duct tape. With my mouth, I rip off a large strand of the structured adhesive, placing it over the bandage to hold it in place.

I unravel his now crinkled shirt, covering the work I had just done with one swift motion.

“We have to go. NOW.” I gesture for him to get up with urgency, in which he does so with minimal grace; stumbling slightly with a pained expression drenched on his entire being.

I grab my backpack, and throw it over my shoulders before allowing his arm to swing over my shoulders for support.

I did my best to solely sustain my focus on him as he got situated, annihilating the thoughts of dying in the hands of the infected.

“Get ready to haul ass, come on!”

He grunted in response as I began to trudge through the woodland forest with him fitted at my side.

This ominous feeling of anxiousness while pleading to save another created a sense of deja vu. I’ve been in this situation before, but with someone I once knew. Joel.

History was beginning to replicate, leaving my mind clouded with the thought of each event running its course fully with new people.

I let out an exasperated sigh, annoyed with my unfortunate timing for such conceptions. I needed to focus, not reminisce.

Another groan from behind me resulted in a complete snap back into reality.

While carrying the man’s force, heaves of air continued enter and escape his lips as he began to stumble on his feet slightly. The feeling of his weight was growing heavier, as he became much weaker.

“Shit, stay with me. We got this.” my attempts at reassurance did not prevail however, with his hyperventilation slowly progressing into drawn out sighs.

My grip onto his shoulder tightened, producing a sharpened soreness within my arm. My hold on him was overwhelming my strength, testing my limits as I pulled for him to move more quickly.

Wavering uncertainty of whether or not either of us were going to make it to my base camp alive, sat in the lap of my head.

There wasn’t anything I could do about it until this heart-racing moment in time subsided; which seemed to not be ending soon enough.

No matter how much effort I put in, getting him to travel at a faster pace was absolutely no use.

He continued to fall in and out of his rush. I knew the swarm was inches from us at this point.

My blood ran cold as I felt a tug on my flesh. I swatted my arm away from the offender, succeeding as I place my arm at my side again. The pain electrified my system.

I felt the frigid sense of my own blood as it drew lines of red down my arm.

I didn’t bother to show any signs of torment, however; my face remained expressionless to keep the man attached to me from dismay.

While looking into the distance, I could see base camp in all its glory; a small, wooden dwelling that looked to be abandoned for years upon years.

To the naked eye, it wasn’t visible. A barricade held its own, as it was tall enough to keep unwanted guests away from the premises. It did its job well.

I look over to the man that unintentionally put his life in my hands. His eyelids were practically shut at this point.

He looked lifeless as he tripped over his own feet, trying to pry himself awake every few seconds.

The words ‘he's gonna die’ circled my brain, shoving me into a further state of panic.

I shook my head to pin those inquiries to the back of my mind, however, knowing that we just needed to keep pushing.

“Not much further now.” I mumble.

My heart was racing. My energy was running out, and so was his. But I couldn’t let either of us collapse. My urge for constant heroics weren’t going to fail me now.

An image of Ellie came into my mind.

Her youthful being appeared in the form of a mental photograph.

It felt idiotic, and possibly regrettable, but I needed to save this man, knowing the promise I made to her, and myself.

Find answers. Save who I can.

We were only a few feet from the gates now. We had gained some form of speed to rush ahead of the army of the infected, but I have no idea how.

Pure luck was gonna be my answer to that.

I rearranged our position so that he was now leaning against the barricade walls, as I rushed to open the gates.

“Okay come on big guy.”

He moaned back, reassuring me that he wasn’t quite dead yet. He returned to his place with his arm wrapped around my shoulders, as my other arm was around his.

It wasn’t long before I closed the gates, leaving the both of us alone within the partitions of my own property.

All while the diseased few left in defeat, scouring within the depths of the forest to ignite another hunt for prey.

#Uncharted 4 #uncharted #sam drake x oc #samuel drake x oc #sam drake x reader #nathan drake #samuel morgan #nathan morgan #elena fisher #nadine ross #rafe adler #victor sullivan #uncharted4athiefsend #tlou #joel miller #ellie williams #the last of us #naughty dog

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alinelie · 29 days

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It's been so long since I posted them

#getting back here slowly #the sims 4 #ts4 #simblr #oc: victor adler #oc: kian micelli

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tonkinese-lion · 1 year

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I was playing around with gifs and edits. Ended up making one with these two dumbasses from my story I'm currently working on. Still learning tho 🦁🐦

If you enjoy drama & Rookwood (these 2 go hand in hand) then try giving it read. ✨

#hogwarts legacy #victor rookwood #rookwood #hogwarts legacy rookwood #oc: victoria adler #oc: victoria everleigh adler #little lion cub of my blood

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megraen · 7 months

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The Taste of Poisonous Gold - Chapter 12

After having descended into the catacombs beneath Avery’s home, Samuel and Sara had let the group through the dark tunnels, having first travelled through a steel gate that shut close behind them, making it so that they couldn’t backtrack until Nadine called for one of her men to come and use the lever on the other side, they decided to press on, walking through winding tunnels until they came around a large wooden platform, making them halt. Some of the floors had fallen through, and when Sara shined her torch on what lay below, the sight of scattered wooden spikes greeted them and some dead pirates that had fallen victim to the trap. “Ladies first?” Samuel stated, looking at his sister. She stared back at him with a challenging glare. “Then be a gentleman and listen to what the lady wants. You go first.” Sara snapped back, making Samuel roll his jaw. Nadine stepped forward, aiming the barrel of her gun into the side of Samuel’s head. “You heard her. You go first.” She nudged the metal into his skull, reinforcing the point. “Not how I wanted to be dominated by two women…” Samuel muttered, stepping closer to the platform. Sara and Nadine shared a disgusted look over the man’s less-than-appealing comment. As Samuel took hesitant steps over each platform square, Sara followed up behind him. “Nothing better than sibling bonding, huh Sara?” “Don’t make me push you in, Sam.” Sara yelled back at him, but her brother just laughed at the remark, continuing to work out the puzzle board as he went along. As he made it to the other side, Sara was close behind, the sibling’s path being followed by Shoreline and Rafe. Continuing further into the catacombs, they found a room with three doorways, but two were caved in, leaving only one route to take. “Let’s hope it’s the right one.” Sara sighed, taking the only option that they had to press on, but Rafe Stopped her, forcing Samuel in front of her, using the man as a meat shield for any traps they might still encounter. And Sara let him.

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hotgod-amess · 4 years

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Prologue

Being held at gunpoint was a surprisingly normal occurrence in the life of Nina Drake. She wished she could say that you get used to it eventually, that after so many people wave a loaded pistol in your face or press the nose of a shotgun to your stomach while spouting threats that are often, but not always, empty the fear begins to fade. She wished you would realize that you either live or die and stopped caring. But staring down the barrel of a gun less than three feet away from her that just wasn’t the case. The world felt completely still, the only noise was the shake of her breath as she tried to keep her composure. For a moment the waves had stopped lapping at the rocks below, for a moment the birds stopped singing and the bugs stopped chirping. The gunfire that she had grown accustomed to hearing had ceased, and all was quiet. This wasn’t true of course. Nina knew that there was still noise, still motion, that the world didn’t simply stop for her in this one instant, but how else was she supposed to describe it? How else was she supposed to describe the feeling of staring down the barrel of her best friend's gun?

At the other side of the gun stood Rafe Adler, ten years older than Nina, bruised and bloody from the day's events, looking at her with the eyes of an animal. He wouldn’t pull the trigger. He wouldn’t pull the trigger, she wasn’t going to die here. He would realize what was happening, and he would lower his gun, and they’d all walk away. Or maybe he’d just be using her to scare the others. Maybe the safety was on and this was all an empty threat they could laugh about later. He wouldn’t pull the trigger. Out of the corner of her eye she could see Sam and Nate, their guns on the ground a few feet away. They both seemed calm enough, they both knew that Rafe wouldn’t shoot Nina, that they were all safe. They both knew that there were other ways out of this situation. Behind Rafe Nina could see Nadine. She never knew Nadine, their one interaction that hadn’t been a fight so far was a simple greeting at a gala, but she could see the worry etched into the woman's face. She almost found it amusing the way Nadine was trying to calm Rafe as though she thought he was actually going to pull the trigger. Sure, he had roughed them up, they had the bruises and blood to show for it, but he wouldn’t kill her. Sam had betrayed him, not once but twice now, his broken nose was to be expected. But he wasn’t going to kill any of them over that, especially not Nina. She was safe. She was always safe.

Two gunshots rang out and Nina’s world went black.

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I’ve started writing a fic about my ocs! I’ve pushed this off for so long because I kept going back and forth about whether or not people would like it or just find it weird but you know what, I really don’t care anymore. It makes me happy so I’ll keep writing it. I’m going to put it on Ao3 soon but I figured I’d post it here first.

#uncharted #nathan drake #rafe adler #samuel drake #victor sullivan #nadine ross #uncharted 4 #uncharted a thief's end #alone together #my ocs stuff #self insert(kinda)#self indulgent

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Earth-18104

Since I started getting more into Marvel I made a bunch of OCs for the media, and with time I created a whole universe to insert them in the stories. So I'm gonna start posting here my personal time-line.

These events include stories from the comics, a bit of the cartoons and the movies. Many events or characters have their backstories changed and I will include my ocs here.

It's just a project I do for fun (and has been taking my mind in the last years help). It's not complete. There's still a lot to work but I got the basics.

Time-line

B. C - Events

• Okkara and the Enriched

• Birth of Apocalypse

• The Clan Akkaba

A. C. - Events

• Thanos' birth

• Creation of the Ten Rings

• Fall of Titan

15th / 16th / 17th Century - Events

• Odin brings the Tesseract to Earth

• Rise of Count Dracula

• Apocalypse and the Army of Darkness defeat Dracula

• Fall of Tenochtitlán

• Creation of Talokan and birth of K'uk'ultan

• Selene Essex becomes Lady Sinister

• Trial of Agatha Harkness

• Apocalypse is sealed by his subordinates

18th / 19th Century - Events

• Mystique's birth

• Victor Creed's birth

• Logan's birth

• Victor Creed and Tereza Márquez (OC) meet

• Howlett's Tragedy

• Irene Adler and Raven Darkholme meet

• Fall of Akkaba Clan

• Origins: Wolverine I

20th Century

1900 - 1930 - Events

• Origins: Wolverine II

• Wolrd War I

1940 - Events

• World War II

• Johann Schmist finds the Tesseract

• Steve Rogers becomes Captain America

• Bucky Barnes becomes his partner

• Phineas Horton creates the original Torch

• Sgt. Nick Fury and the Howling Commandos

• Foundation of Weapon X by Dr. Abraham Cornelius Truett

• Captain America dissappears and Bucky Barnes is taken by HYDRA

• Logan marries Itsu. Later she is murdered by the Winter Soldider and his son is taken

• Cain Marko and Charles Xavier become stepbrothers

• Wong starts his training in Kamar-Taj

• Howard Stak works for SHIELD

1950 - Events

• Cain Marko and Charles Xavier fight in the Korean War. Marko dissapears after finding the Temple of Cyttorak

• Max Eisenhardt marries Magda

• The original Torch dissapears / dies

• Logan meets Silverfox

• Magda and their daughter dies, Max Eisenhardt changes his name to Erik Lehnsherr

• 1950 Avengers

1960 - Events

• Charles Xavier meets Moira Mactaggert and Gabrielle Haller

• Sabretooth and Wolverine join Team X

• Adam Brashear becomes Blue Marvel

1970 - Events

• Professor X, Magneto, Mystique and Destiny create the first team of X-Men

1980 - Events

• Captain Marvel

• Ghost Rider

• The Incredible Hulk

• Iron Man

• Ant-Man and Wasp

• Hawkeye and Mockingbird

Age of Heroes - The first famous groups of heroes start to rise, the first conflicts earth went through after FF, the Avengers, the X-Men, the Decenders and the others formed.

1989 - Events

• The Fantastic Four

• Puppet Master

1990 -

• The Avengers

1991 -

• Jessica Drew works for SHIELD as Arachne

• Logan adopts Amiko Kobayashi

• Matt Murdock debuts as Daredevil

1992 -

• The X-Men (Cyclops, Marvel Girl, Angel, Iceman and Beast)

• The Brotherhood of Evil Mutants

• X-Men VS Juggernaut

• Sam Wilson becomes the Falcon

1993 -

• Simon Williams joins the Masters of Evil as Wonder Man

• New Avengers (Black Panther, Hercules, Quicksilver, Scarlet Witch, Hawkerye, Falcon)

• Jennifer Walters becomes She-Hulk

1994 -

• Sue Storm and Reed Richards Wending

• The Fantastic Four meets Black Panther

• Dane Withman becomes Black Knigt

• Z'Nox attack

• Wade Wilson becomes Deadpool

• Silver Sufer and Galactus

• Alex Summers becomes an X-Man

• Betsy Braddock becomes Captain Britain

1995 -

• Mesmero attacks Krakoa. Lorna Dane joins the X-Men as Polaris

• Patsy Walker becomes Hellcat

• Peter Parker becomes Spider-Man

• Jessica Jones becomes Jewel

• Heroes for Hire (Luke Cage and Danny Rand)

• Norman Osborn becomes the Green Goblin

• Natasha Romanoff leaves the Red Room and joins SHIELD, working alongside Mockingbird and Hawkeye

• Frankie Raye joins the Fantastic Four as Photon.

• The Avengers battle against Ultron and Vision

• Among us stalk the Sentinels! Ororo Muroe and Sean Cassidy join the X-Men

• Frank Castle becomes the Punisher

• Jean Grey absorbed the power of the Phoenix

1996 -

• Hank McCoy joins the Avengers

• Greer Nelson becomes Tigra

• Secret Empire

• Avengers / Defenders War

• Flint Marko becomes Sandman

• Second Genesis.

• Hulk VS Wolverine

• Cyclops starts a new team of X-Men (Wolverine, Storm, Thunderbird, Colossus, Nightcrawler and Sunfire)

• X-Men VS Erik the Red and D'Ken

• Wanda Maximoff and the Darkhold

• Darren Cross becomes Yellow Jacket

• Wanda uses her magic to create her sons

• Mystique and Destiny start a new Brotherhood of Evil Mutants

• Kitty Pryde and Alison Blaire join Xavier's Institue

• Dark Phoenix and death of Jean Grey. Cyclops leaves the team

• Kree / Skrull War

1997 -

• Days of Future Past. Rachel Summers and Lucas Bishop join the X-Men

• Cyclops meets Madelyne Prior.

• Rogue absorves Carol Danvers powers

• Rhino VS Spider-Man

• The trial of Hank Pym

• X-Men VS the Brood

• She-Hulk joins the Avengers

• Wanda and Vision find out their sons are magic creations of the Darkhold

• Illyana Rasputin is captured and taken to the Limbo

• New Mutants

• The Morlocks

• Rogue joins the X-Men. Logan marries Mariko.

• Beta Ray Bill!

• Venom arrives at Earth

• Hawkeye creates the West Coast Avengers

• Forge joins the X-Men

• Curtis Connors becomes the Lizard

1998 -

• Jean Grey returns

• Nathan Summers is born

• Mutant Massacre

• Madelyne is corrupted by the demon N'Astirh, becoming the Goblin Queen

• Asteroid M

• Fall of the Mutants

• Franklin Richards is born

• The Punisher took over the Assassins' Guild, and later became a substitute teacher while investigating drug trafficking at a school

• Wolverine and Jubilee work together against the Hand

• Gambit joins the X-Men

• Genosha X-Tinction Agenda

• Legacy Virus

1999 -

• Kree/Shi'ar War

• X–Cutioner Song

• Rise of Midnight's Children

• Maximum Carnage

• Fatal Attractions

• Bloodties. Fabian Cortez kidnaps Luna Maximoff

• Sabretooth goes to the X-Men after he starts losing control of his feral side

• Cyclops and Marvel Girl marry

• Generation Next and Phalanx events. Emma Frosts takes the new mutants as her students. Blink dissapears.

• The Hellions die

• Peter Parker meets Olivia Octavius, who later becomes Dr. Octopus

• Sabretooth escapes. Angel loses his wings

• Ozyamndias comes to warn the X-Men about the return of Apocalypse

2000 -

• Jessica Drew joins the Heroes for Hire

• Graydon Creed's assassination

• Apocalypse returns with his Knights

2001 -

• Mantis creates Adam Warlock. Later Gamora is sent to kill them, but decides to betray Thanos. With Drax, Groot and Rocket, they become the Guardians of Galaxy.

• The Thunderbolts

2002 -

• Sepent Crown's arc. Lemuria and Talokan are revealed to the world

2003 -

• Jessica Drew returns as a heroes and joins the Heroes for Hire with Cage and Rand

2004 -

• The start of Infinity Gaulent arc. Earth's heroes lose the battle to Thanos. Half of the Universe dissapears.

• The X-Men split in Team Gold and Team Blue

2005 -

2006 -

• Peter Parker and Mary Jane Watson marry

2007 -

2008 -

2009 -

• Mayday Parker is born

2010 -

• The Avengers, X-Men, Fantastic Four, Guardians of Galaxy and Denfenders join forces to fight Thanos once more

• Thor becomes king of Asgard

2011 -

• The Avengers rebuilt their base.

• Scott Lang joins the team as the new Ant-Man.

• Emma Frost and Scott Summers re-open the Academy X

2012 -

• E is for Extinction

• Runaways!

• Jean Grey dies fighting Xorn

• Gitfted / The Mutant Cure

• Ana Corazon becomes Spider-Girl

• Logan meets Laura Kinney

• The Winter Soldier Returns

2013 -

• M Day happens

• Vulcan takes the throne from Lilandra

• Peter Quill joins the Guardians of Galaxy

2014 -

• The Young Avengers!

° Iron Lad (16), Kate Bishop (17/18), Wiccan, Speed (16), Patriot (16), Hulking (16), Sting (14), Jonas (??)

• The New X-Men

° Armor, Loa, Prodigy, Cuckoos, (15), Rockslide, Pixie Hellion, Flubber, Gentle, Wind Dancer, Surge, Wallflower, Onyxx, Quill, Network, Wither (14),

° Mercury, Indra, Dust, Ink, Laura, Elixir, Kidogo, Trance, Dryad, Icarus, Tag, Preview, DJ (13), Wing, Wolf Cub, Rubber Maid, Bling!, Anole, Match, Specter (12)

• Stryker attacks Xavier's Institue

2015 -

• World War Hulk

• Birth of the Mutant Messiah

• The Avengers and other heroes fight Kang. Sam becomes Captain America

2016 -

• Skrull Invansion

• Dark Reign

• The X-Men move to Utopia

• The Inner Circle attacks Genosha

• Hope returns as the Messiah

• Hank Pym opens the Avengers Academy

2017 -

• Children's crusade

• Hope and the Lights

• Apocalypse Solution. Warren Worthington III becomes heir of Apocalypse

• Fear Itself

• The Schism between the X-Men happens

2018 -

• Miles Morales (13) becomes Spider-Man

• Logan opens the Jean Grey School For Higher Learning

• Jean Foster is diagnosed with cancer

2019 -

• The Phoenix returns

• Rage of Ultron. Hank Pym dies

• Khamala Khan (16) becomes Ms. Marvel

2020 -

• Ms. Marvel, Nova and Spider-Man create the new Champions

2021 -

2022 -

2023 -

• The Mutants create Krakoaland

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Sunny Daze

WARNINGS: cursing, flirting

Pairings: Sam x OC, Rafe x OC

Chapter 2

Sam’s POV

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yeah, Yeah…” he grumbled.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“It’s Rafe.” I began.

‘Shit…’ I heard my little brother curse.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Sunny’s POV

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“By yourself?” He questioned.

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

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

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

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

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

“Hmm… I don’t know…”

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

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

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

‘Fuck-’ I heard Sam swear.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Maybe.” I responded with a chuckle.

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

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

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

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

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