Treasure Over Love (Rafe Adler x Reader)
Requested by: @xolovehyuna ! Thank you! I appreciate the idea! I had an enormous amount of fun writing this! I hope I didn’t let you down, haha.
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The sun boils my hair while beads of sweat drips down my neck making my clothes stick onto my skin like peanut butter on a bread. They said that it’s more fun in the Philippines, but dear Lord, is it more hot. I haven’t imagined that a country like this can look utterly beautiful and yet feel hot and humid.
The birds sings around us and if I weren’t scavenging for the treasure I wanted so badly, I would be enjoying their beautiful chorus. I stop at a nearby tree, taking deep breaths while grabbing my water bottle that’s resting on my side and taking a swig out of it. “It’s been hours, Rafe! Don’t you think we can take a break?” I ask him, panting afterwards from hiking this mountain.
Rafe looks back at me, his hair hanging down to his face and his skin shining due to the amount of sweat he’s breaking. “You wanted this treasure for months and you’re giving up now?”
“But I’m tired!” I whine, resting my back onto the tree and wiping away the sweat on my forehead.
Rafe sighs and stares at me as I look at him with pleading eyes. Behind us, two representatives from Shoreline catches up with us, heaving for breath. Rafe turns his attention on them as they drink from their flasks. “Oliver, stay with her while I continue searching. Derek, come with me.”
Both of the soldiers salute him, saying, “Yes, sir.” Before doing their duty. Rafe disappears further in the jungle while Derek trails behind him, going out of view. Oliver stands, ready with his gun out and I scoff at him, knowing that a place like this will be in no need of firearms.
I pull my knees up and rest my arms on each. “Why don’t you sit?”
Oliver clears his throat and straightens his back. “With no disrespect, ma'am, but that will be going against my duties.” He says without even looking at me. I giggle at his soldierly manners, finding it quite cute.
“Well, I’m your boss, too. I order you to rest.” I tell him and he glances at me, twitching a smile and I can’t help but give a toothy grin. “It’s been a tiring day. Rafe will understand.” I assure him.
He swallows hard on his saliva and puts the gun to his holster. “Um, t-thank you, ma'am.” He sits down across from me with his leg stretched out while the other is against his chest.
I pull my head back against the tree, silence falling between us. It has come to a complete peace and serenity when you’re just sitting back and relaxing, enjoying the nature that this country has to offer. A small gust of wind brushes against my arm and I let out a breath, cooling down after the amount of hiking that was done.
Being taken out of my trance, I feel something slide out my belt and as I turn my head, a macaque has successfully taken my water bottle, prancing towards a nearby tree. I immediately jump to my feet and chase it, but it has already climbed up, resting himself on a branch while raising his eyebrows as if to tease me.
Scrunching my nose and pressing my brows together, I curse under my breath as he has taken my only source of hydration. Oliver has reached up behind me with a smile on his face, something that I haven’t seen since we have arrived here yesterday. Soon enough, he starts to laugh and I slap him on the shoulder and he quiets down. “Sorry, ma'am, but I haven’t–” He chuckles, “I haven’t seen a woman chase a monkey before.”
Hearing him say that, it is actually quite funny and I can’t help but laugh myself, picturing how dumb I look in his perspective. “How stupid did I look?” I ask him, gradually quieting down.
“Very, very stupid.” He replies, chuckling a little.
Not a minute has gone by since we’ve started to become more comfortable with each other: sharing jokes and stories and our personal lives. Rafe hasn’t been, in any way, pleasant these past few months, that talking to Oliver feels so much different than what I’m used to. There were a few instances that I wanted to rant about him, but Oliver just makes it impossible.
“–So the person goes, blows up the car and the movie ends!” He exclaims, flailing his arms after that mini-rant. “Just there! Can you believe it?” He pushes his back against the tree, giving out a sigh and I giggle.
Someone clears their throat, catching our attention and we see Rafe looking at us. Oliver and I stand and he goes back to his usual soldierly self as I dust the dirt off my thighs. Rafe, who’s currently clenching his jaws, switches his look from me and Oliver. “I found nothing. Let’s go.” He says blandly and we start to descend the mountain. I feel like I’m falling down as I know very well how this will end.
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Back at our hotel room, the airconditioner hums loudly in my ears as I sit on the bed, reading a book while Rafe sits on the dining table, looking at papers. We share no conversation and the air between us feels familiar. I look at him from the edge of my book and he notices me. “You know you shouldn’t talk to our employees.” He says, not even caring to look at me.
I sigh and put my book down, ready to defend myself from another of our countless arguments. “You left both of us alone, you only have yourself to blame.” I say calmly.
“You were flirting with him!” He bursts, ignoring my defense and I am taken aback from his accusation.
We have argued about many things in the past, but this is the first where I’m starting to give up and leave, for real. I have given this relationship many chances but I cannot take this anymore. “Really, Rafe?! Do you really think I would do that?” I raise up from the bed and walk heavily towards the door, not even caring about his answer. I slam the door shut behind me while he calls after my name. I ignore him, not wanting to hear any more of his suspicions and false accusations. For the past months, he gets angry at little details of our relationships: saying that I don’t care about us, or about him, or even about what he does.
My footsteps stomps heavily onto the ground the more I think about it and soon enough, I hear the door behind me shut followed by the same hammering footsteps. He calls out my name but I don’t do anything than to continue walking, giving him the time to realize that I have finally given up with our fight and maybe soon enough, our relationship.
Catching me off guard, I feel his chin rest on my shoulders with his arms wrapping me closer to his chest. “I’m sorry…” He whispers and I stop in my tracks, the first time hearing those words come out of his mouth. “I was jealous,” he pulls tighter and I can feel his stubble rough against my cheeks. “I’m sorry…” He says, softly this time, and I can hear from his quivering voice that he’s fighting the urge to cry.
Nothing leaves my mouth as I’m taken aback from his effort of making things work. He never does this and I just stare blankly onto the never ending hallway.
“I have never met a woman like you who is as accepting, patient and understanding,” He says, starting to move in front of me. “And believe me, I’m trying to be the man you’ve always wanted.” I am touched by his gesture and cannot help but smile slyly. Seeing my lips curling, he smiles himself and pulls me closer to him once again.
“Rafe,” I manage to say, but the rising lump in my throat makes it even harder to spit out anything. “Y-You can be a complete asshole, but you still manage to come back.” I sob softly in his chest, soaking his shirt.
“Am I forgiven?” He asks, his chest rumbling deep as he talked. I nod my head and I feel him hug me tighter, not wanting to let go of our embrace.
I made a promise to myself years ago after breaking off from a bad relationship to never fall in love again. It broke me to pieces when I saw my past boyfriend sleeping with another girl; I loved him and put all my trust into him that finding out that he didn’t feel the same, it ruined me. Rafe suddenly came into my life, picking up the broken pieces of my heart and slowly gluing them back together. I thanked him for saving me and I’m thanking him now for saving us.