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don’t blame me ✮ nathan drake smut

nathan drake x fem reader enemies to lovers

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Summary:Ever since Nate broke your trust years ago the two of you have been rivals. This was supposed to be just another treasure hunt. But little did you know it’s gonna change everything.

Words: 8k

Warnings: SMUT 18+ [fingering, good girl, dom!nate, unprotected sex], mentions of someone wanting to kill reader, gunshots + gunshot wound, blood

A/N: Here it is, finally!!! As some of you know I wanted to post this the day uncharted was released. I didn’t quite manage that. But also this turned from an estimated 1-2k pwp into an 8k fic with a mediocre plot lmfao. I hope you enjoy!!! big thanks to @heyhihellowhatsup0 for helping with this fic and (lovingly) pressuring me into finishing it :D

Feedback is always appreciated ❤️

You’ve got to be kidding me. You think to yourself as your eyes land on none other than Nathan Drake. You’d hoped this would be a job without crossing his path. But you’re just not getting a break from him.

You can’t stand Nate.

That hadn’t always been the case, though. You used to be best friends and went treasure hunting together. You and Nate had been a team until he went behind your back. You never expected to be betrayed like that.

You live, and you learn.

“Look who it is,” Nate smirks, and you can’t help but roll your eyes.

“What are you doing here? You on vacation?” You ask, even though you know he’s here for the same reason as you: He wants the treasure.

“Unfortunately, no. But I’m sure you already knew that.”

“I thought you’d given up on treasure hunting after the last one slipped right through your fingers. Again.” You cross your arms in front of your chest.

“I’m not doing it for the money, sweetheart.” You hate it when he calls you sweetheart, and he knows it. You try not to show how much it annoys you as you take a sip from your drink. You wanted to unwind at a bar before leaving for the jungle tomorrow morning. But now Nate’s here, and it’s stressing you out.

You put the glass back down on the bar and rest your elbow against the wooden surface. “Oh, really? Does your bartending gig really pay that well?”

“Someone’s been keeping an eye on me, huh?” As a matter of fact, you have. You’re not proud of it, but Nate has been a thorn in your side for years, and as much as you’d like to forget about him, you need to keep tabs on him to stay ahead of him.

“Of course, I need to make sure you’re staying away from me.”

“You sure that’s the reason?” He raises one eyebrow, and you’ve already had enough of him. It’s not even been five minutes.

“I’m sure.”

He leans in so close you can smell him. You hate to admit it, but he smells divine.

“It’s okay, sweetheart. I’ve been keeping an eye on you as well.” A shiver runs down your spine, but you try to ignore it. Nate doesn’t deserve these reactions from you. But your body doesn’t seem to care.

“When are you leaving?” You ask, and finally, he puts more distance between you.

“This bar? Why? You wanna come to my hotel room with me?” He smirks, and you ball your fists in anger.

“You know what I mean.”

He tilts his head to the side. “Bummer. We could have a lot of fun, Y/N.” He knocks on the bar, turns around and then he’s gone. Without telling you when he’s leaving.

You mutter a few curses under your breath. It would be best to leave as soon as possible, but you have to wait for your boss to give you the final clue to find the treasure before you can head to the jungle.

***

So far, it’s going smoothly. Almost too smoothly.

You’ve got the notebook containing the clues to solve the final riddle to get to the treasure, and, so far, you haven’t had any hold-ups on your journey.

Well, except for running into Nate, of course.

You’re only surrounded by the sounds of the jungle as you make your way towards the lost ruins.

Ever since what happened with Nate, you’ve been on your own. Yes, you’ve got your boss’s support, and he helps you with a lot of things, but when it gets down to actually finding the treasures, that’s all you. Sometimes you’re accompanied by other treasure hunters that work for Moncada, but that’s been the exception these last few missions. You like being on your own. Minimises the chance of being betrayed by your partner.

After fighting your way through thick foliage, you think you hear an unusual noise. You’re on high alert now. It could be your boss’s people scouting the area. But he would’ve told you about that.

Could it be?

A grunt. “Dammit.” The sound of something crashing onto the ground.

You take a careful step forward, pushing the leaves to the side, and then you see Nathan fucking Drake standing up and dusting off his hands on his cargo pants.

You gotta be kidding me. Again. Out of all the possible routes through this huge jungle, you two ended up on the same one.

You consider sneaking past him to get ahead, but there’s no way he won’t see you.

“Getting old?” You call out to him, making him jump and turn to where you’re standing.

“Y/N. What a pleasure to see you.” His voice is dripping with sarcasm as he runs his hand through his hair.

“Ditto.” You roll your eyes. “Get out of my way, old man. I have a treasure to find.” You wave your hand like he’s an annoying fly you’re trying to get rid of. He kind of is.

“Oh, yeah? I thought you’d just gone out for a stroll.”

“Funny.”

“Also, I’m not old.”

“Mhm.” You don’t pay much attention to him as you start climbing up the overhang. With a practised eye and a firm grip, you manage to climb up without any problems.

You rest your hands on your hips and look down to where Nate is still standing.

“I wish I could see your face when you get to the treasure, and it’s already gone because I took it.” You smile smugly. You’d like to think you’re the better treasure hunter, but truth be told, both of you are great at what you do and have probably found an equal amount of treasures. You’re not going to admit that to him, though. Plus, there’s the fact that every time he does find a treasure, he ends up losing it one way or another.

“What makes you so sure you’re going to get there before me? Just because you’re ahead of me now? There are still riddles to be solved, sweetheart. Don’t get too excited just yet.”

You suppress a groan at the nickname and school your features. “Well, I’ve got an advantage on you though.”

“And what’s that?” He raises one of his brows.

You reach behind you and pull the notebook from your back pocket. “This.” You watch as Nate’s jaw drops, but you don’t allow yourself to bask in it too long. You need to get a move on.

Revealing that you have the notebook was probably not a good idea, but you couldn’t help it. Nate knows how to push your buttons. And you allow it every time.

“Y/N! Wait!” He calls after you, and you can hear him start to climb again.

Of course, you’re not waiting for him. You start jogging to get some distance between you and him, but the ground is not made for that, and you have to be careful not to stumble and fall.

Suddenly, you hear shots being fired, and it causes you to freeze. You hear Nate’s loud footsteps behind you and hold up a hand to make him stop. Thankfully, he does.

“What’s going on?” He whispers as he comes to a halt behind you.

“Didn’t you hear the shots?” You ask, carefully walking forwards.

“I did. But I thought that’s just your people doing what they do best.”

“And what would that be?”

“Being useless?” He says it as if it’s obvious. You don’t think they’re useless, though. They’ve helped you keep many people off your back. Sometimes you think of them as your bodyguards.

You don’t regard him with an answer; just continue to walk forward until you can see where the shots are coming from. When you can finally see a group of people, you don’t recognise any of them.

“I’ve never seen these people before.” You murmur. You don’t want to draw attention to yourself. It’s dangerous.

A treasure worth millions of dollars is somewhere around here, and people don’t shy away from killing to get to it. You have to be careful.

“It’s probably best if we stick together.” Nate muses, and you turn to him with a raised eyebrow. This might be the first time he suggests something like that. Seems like he really needs that notebook.

“I’m just saying. Neither of us know who these people are. And there’s safety in numbers, right?”

He does have a point. Even though it would be just the two of you against a group. And you don’t know how many more people might be around. You don’t see a downside of going with Nathan for a bit. Besides him being annoying, of course. But you’ll get over that.

“Fine.” You give in. “But keep the talking to a minimum.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

***

Of course, Nate doesn’t keep the talking to a minimum. He comments on every little thing. But you ignore it as best as you can.

You’re close to the spot where you suspect the treasure to be. Only a little bit further.

“So I was thinking…” Nate says as he follows you down the stairs of one of the ruins.

“Oh no. Does your head hurt now?” You ask with mock concern.

“Funny.” You can practically hear him roll his eyes. “When we find the treasure, I’ll let you have 25%,” This makes you stop in your tracks, causing him to run into you. You turn around swiftly.

“You’re letting me have 25%? You’ve got to be kidding me. You wouldn’t even be here without me. You’re lucky if I’ll let you have even 5% of it.” You place your hands on your hips and glare at him.

He looks at you for a few seconds, then you see the corner of his mouth quirk up. And then he’s full out laughing.

“Oh, sweetheart, it’s so much fun to rile you up.”

“I hate you.” With that, you turn around and continue walking.

“Thanks for reminding me, I almost forgot.” Nate’s voice is dripping with sarcasm. “Feeling’s mutual by the way.”

You turn around to him again. “You know, I don’t think this is working out. We should go our separate ways.”

Nate laughs, “Nice try. We’re so close to finding the treasure, I’m not leaving your side.”

“Because you wouldn’t find it without me.”

“You’ve got the notebook. Of course, I wouldn’t be able to find it without you.”

***

You continue to put up with Nate until you reach the chamber the treasure is in. You get that familiar giddy feeling you always get when you’re about to reach a treasure.

With Nate’s help, you push the huge stone that’s covering the opening away. You’re the first inside the room. The ceilings are high, but the only light source is coming from your flashlights. You’re surprised how intact this building still is.

You look around the room, but nothing really stands out until your flashlight reveals a stone chest in the corner of the room.

“It must be in there.” You mutter, even though you expected there to be more gold than just a chest of it.

Nate follows you there, you open the chest and…

Nothing.

Except for a note and a curious-looking dagger.

It’s no use, the treasure was definitely not here, and you had to basically start over. You can’t make sense of the note and the dagger just yet, so you and Nate decide to go back into town and try to figure this out.

You aren’t sure why you’re still entertaining him. You should have told him to fuck off ages ago. But even though he’s annoying, it’s nice to have some company for a change.

Once back in town you inform your boss of the new development. He’s not happy but knows there’s nothing you can do about it.

A couple hours later, someone knocks on your door, and when you open it, Nate’s standing there, a bottle of wine in his hand.

“Ready to figure this out?”

You’re surprised to see him, but then again not. You have to keep in mind that he was only after the treasure; he doesn’t want to spend time with you. And you don’t want to spend time with him.

You could just tell him to leave, but what harm could a glass of wine do?

Famous last words.

Two hours and two bottles of wine later, you at least know where to go next. But you’re also a little drunk.

“Have I ever told you how much I admire you?” Nate says, his cheek resting in his palm as he looks at you. His words are just a little slurred, and the way he smiles at you is almost adorable.

“Uh, no, I don’t recall you ever saying something positive about me.” You tilt your head to the side, unsure of where this is going.

“That can’t be true.” He rests his other hand on your knee. The heat of his skin takes you aback, goosebumps rising on your arms at the contact. “We had some good times together in the past, gorgeous.”

The pet name tenfolds the reaction you just had, and you tighten your fists, afraid he’d see your hands shaking.

“Don’t call me that.” You bite at him. He used to call you gorgeous back when you were still friends. It would make your cheeks heat up every time, and you’d tell him it’s annoying, but secretly you loved it. You loved the idea of him thinking you’re gorgeous.

But not anymore. Now it just brings back bad memories. Memories of his betrayal. How can you ever believe he meant anything he said when he went behind your back in the worst way.

“Why not?” He raises one eyebrow. His hand is still on your knee, and he gives it a little squeeze.

“It’s annoying.” You should make him take his hand off your leg, but you can’t bring yourself to it. It’s been way too long since you’ve had some human contact, and your body is soaking up his warmth like it needs it to live.

Nate tilts his head. “You sure about that?” Nate’s hand slowly travels higher on your leg, and the urge to squeeze your thighs together is worrying.

You look at him and catch yourself wondering what his lips would feel like against yours. If his hair is as soft as it looks. His cheeks are tinted red, from the alcohol, you assume. His eyes twinkle in the light of your hotel room. It’s annoying how handsome he is. And it’s even more annoying how much power he still has over your body.

Without realising, you’ve leaned in closer to him.

“Nate.” You want to tell him that this is a bad idea. That you and him together is wrong on so many levels. You want to tell yourself that, too. But these past couple of hours have almost felt like it had back in the day, with you and Nate working as a team. You felt like you were about to get whiplash from all these conflicting emotions.

“Y/N.” Nate cups your face with one hand, his thumb caressing your cheekbone. “Just let it happen, gorgeous.”

That’s all it takes. You feel your resolve crumble as he leans in. The tip of his nose brushes against yours before he captures your lips.

You shift even closer to him and slide one hand into his soft hair as you reciprocate his kiss. His lips are surprisingly soft as he kisses your top lip, then your bottom lip, before moving his hand to the back of your neck. You open your lips ever so slightly and flick your tongue over his bottom lip.

You can feel him smile, and then his tongue is meeting yours, and you tighten your grip on his hair. You don’t remember ever being kissed like this.

Your surroundings seem to blur as you push all your thoughts to the back of your head and allow yourself to just feel.

You don’t know how much time passes with you and Nate kissing, but when your name falls from his lips like a prayer, it’s like someone burst a bubble in your head.

You need to get some distance from him, so you pull away. For a moment, Nate follows your movement, his lips chasing yours, but you move your head to the side.

This is still Nate, the Nate you can’t trust. A couple of hours of teamwork don’t change that. If you don’t stop this now, you don’t know how far you’ll let things go. Probably too far.

“I think you should leave.” You whisper, unable to look into his eyes.

Nate pauses for a moment, then he nods and clears his throat, “I’ll see you in the morning.”

“Okay.”

As soon as you hear the door click shut, you let yourself fall back onto the couch and groan. How could you have let this happen? Yes, you’re a little tipsy, but that’s no excuse for just letting him kiss you!

But that kiss.

You don’t think you’ve ever had a better kiss in your life. The realisation makes you groan again. Nate doesn’t have the right to be such a good kisser!

Still grumpy, you get ready for bed. You’ll deal with your feelings in the morning.

***

You wake up before your alarm, and suddenly you have an uneasy feeling. As you look at the coffee table, you see two empty wine bottles along with glasses and lots of scrap notebook paper. It’s a mess.

Just like your head because you’re still thinking about Nate’s lips on yours. (That’s nothing against last night’s dreams, though)

Still slightly frazzled, you get ready as quickly as you can. You need to get to the treasure quickly before someone else can.

When you’re almost ready to go, you decide to clean up the room a little bit. You don’t want housekeeping to see the remnants of last night.

You throw away all the notes that led to nothing last night, and as you look at the clear coffee table in front of you, it suddenly dawns on you why you had such an uneasy feeling all morning.

The dagger is gone.

You turn over every pillow on the sofa and even look underneath it. Nothing.

There’s only one explanation. Nate took it.

You let him seduce you, and he stole from you. Taking a deep breath, you keep from screaming in frustration.

You knew you shouldn’t have worked with him. It seems to always end with him betraying you.

But hey, you were supposed to meet this morning. Maybe he didn’t actually go behind your back and will be waiting for you in the lobby?

Of course, he isn’t waiting for you in the lobby. As a matter of fact, you find out he has already checked out.

You give the receptionist a strained smile before heading out yourself. Maybe you can still catch up with him. At least you know where to look for him.

While you’re making your way through the jungle, you’re mad at yourself for letting him trick you so easily. You know what he’s like.

This is exactly what happened the last time you worked together. You woke up one morning, and he was gone with the diary that held all the information. Luckily the guy you two had been working with at the time had caught him before he was gone too far. That way, you were still able to obtain the treasure.

But it made you realise the kind of person Nate was. He doesn’t care about anyone but himself. You thought you were best friends, but he betrayed you without blinking an eye. And now he’s done the same thing because you let your hormones control you for one evening.

Pathetic.

Suddenly, the sound of gunshots rings through the quiet jungle, and you can’t help but be worried. What if something happened to Nate?

You shouldn’t care, that’s what!

The gunshots didn’t seem to be too far from where you were, so you pick up your pace, trying to find whoever it is. Maybe not the best idea, but you’re curious.

As you break through the foliage, you notice Nate on the ground behind a rock, clutching his arm, blood seeping through his shirt. He’s been hit.

Suits him right, a small voice in your head says. You don’t want him to be seriously injured, but he deserves a little payback.

You crouch down next to him, making sure you’re not seen by the people still scouting the area.

“Y/N?” Nate seems surprised to see you.

“Shut up. I’m not in the mood to talk to you.” You hiss as you peek over the rock to see what’s going on. Just like last time, you don’t recognise most of the people, but one face is very familiar to you.

“Rafe? What is he doing here?” Rafe’s one of your closest associates. If you do work with someone on a treasure hunt, it’s with him. So why is he here but not working with you?

“He might be looking for the treasure, sweetheart.” Nate presses out as he tries to sit up.

“Didn’t I tell you to shut up?” You don’t even look at him, your eyes still trained on Rafe as you try to make out what he’s saying.

“Moncada wants the treasure ASAP.” Rafe bellows, and the name of your boss makes you freeze. If he’s working for your boss, why don’t you know about it? Did Moncada send him as support? “Y/N should be around here somewhere.” You’re about to stand up, but Nate wraps his hand around your forearm and slowly shakes his head. You look at him questioningly, but then Rafe continues, “If you find her, shoot her.”

What?

You suck in a breath. Why would Rafe want that? You’ve worked quite well as a team in the past. Why does he want you dead all of a sudden?

“Moncada promised us a good bonus if we kill her, so keep your eyes open!” Rafe claps his hands, and his men start moving, but you’re frozen in place. Nate squeezing your arm pulls you out of your stupor.

“We need to find a hiding spot,” Nate urges while trying to get up. “I managed to trick them into thinking I ran into a different direction but if we stay here they’ll find us.”

For a moment, you just stare at him. Moncada wants you dead. Your boss and, in some way, your father figure wants you to die. A billion different explanations as to why he would want that flit through your brain but none of them make sense to you.

“Y/N!” Nate hisses, and even though you maybe shouldn’t, you follow him without thinking twice about it.

You end up in a small cave hidden away by vines and other foliage. Nate lets himself fall against one of the rocks, still clutching his arm. And finally, you can get enough of a grip to ask him what happened.

“Rafe and his men suddenly showed up. At first I thought he was on his own but as you might have noticed he’s working for Moncada.”

“Why does he want me dead?” You furrow your eyebrows and see Nate shrug his shoulders with a wince.

You’re pacing back and forth in front of him, too anxious to stand still. The moment one of Rafe’s men sees you, you’re dead. It doesn’t make sense. Rafe has been one of the men protecting you on your past adventures. How is he okay with just killing you all of a sudden? You thought you could trust him. Sounds familiar.

“I don’t wanna interrupt your crisis but a little help would be nice.” You stop your pacing and turn to look at Nate.

Shirtless.

“Why is your shirt off?” It’s out of your mouth before you can stop yourself, your eyes glued to his chest. You have to admit, he’s got some muscles. Nice muscles. You watch them move under his tan skin, and you wouldn’t be surprised if you start salivating in the next three seconds.

But it doesn’t come to that because Nate starts talking, and your eyes snap up to look at his face again. “Originally to get better access to the wound, but this is a nice side effect.” He winks, causing your face to heat up. You feel like you got caught doing something you shouldn’t be doing.

Maybe because ogling Nate is a bad idea.

“Shut up.”

Nate just smirks. “Will you help me now or are you going to let me bleed out?”

“I should, with how you stole from me.” You say but walk towards him anyway. He won’t bleed out if you don’t help him, he’s exaggerating, and both of you know that. Opening your backpack, you pull out your first aid kit. It’s come in handy many times.

Both of you are quite as you prepare to take care of the wound.

“I’m sorry.” Nate finally says with a sigh. “I shouldn’t have stolen the dagger from you.”

“Somehow I don’t really buy you being sorry.” You mumble before cleaning the wound with some water. Then you apply some gel, being rougher than you need to be.

“Ouch! Be careful!” Nate complains, but you have no intention of being soft with him. “I really am sorry!” Nate insists, then he lets out a groan of pain, and maybe you are just a little bit softer with him.

You reach for a bandage, and Nate visibly tenses when you get closer to him.

“I’ll be gentle.” You reassure him. “If you explain.”

“Why I did it?” He raises one eyebrow.

“That much is obvious. Why you’re sorry all of a sudden. You didn’t bat an eye at stealing from me in the past.”

“I’ve realised some stuff.” Nate lets out a breath while you gently wrap the bandage over his arm. You can’t help but notice how well defined his biceps are. Focus!

“And what did you realise?”

Nate takes his time before he answers. You’re tying up the bandage when he finally speaks up.

“That being angry with you all my life won’t do me any favours.” He clears his throat. “Yeah you broke my trust when you just left me for dead on our last mission together but–”

“I didn’t!” You can’t believe what he’s saying. “You were about to take off alone with the diary. You stole from me just like you did last night! You’re a thief Nate. And I thought you would at least have some respect for your friends, or even just your best friend at the time.” You point at yourself. “But you didn’t. You stole from me like I was some random person you couldn’t give two shits about.”

Nate looks to the side with a sneer. “So fucking stupid.”

“Excuse me? Did you just call me stupid?”

“And what if I did? What are you going to do about it?”

“I’m so sick of your fucking games, Nate. When this is over I don’t ever wanna see you again.”

“And I’m sick of your higher than thou attitude! As if you’re better than me! You’re just some lonely girl finding treasures to get the praise she so desperately needs. I bet you run back to Moncada every time you find a treasure, wagging your tail, presenting it to him like a good little puppy!”

“Shut up! You have no idea what you’re talking about!”

“You shut up, or I’ll make you shut up.” His voice is menacing, but you’re not scared. The air between you both is charged, and as much as you know you should take a step back, you don’t. You’re standing so close that the fabric of your shirt is brushing against his skin, and you can feel his body heat radiating off of him.

“I’d like to see you try.”

Nate doesn’t answer, not verbally. But in the next moment, one of his hands is on the back of your neck and his lips on yours. You let out a surprised whimper. You weren’t expecting him to kiss you. Not again. And not when he had nothing to take from you.

You don’t think as you fist your hands in his hair and pull him closer. You don’t think as you open your mouth and deepen the kiss. And you definitely don’t think as you let him lead you backwards until your back makes contact with the wall.

You wrap one of your legs around his hip, his hand immediately there to steady you. You’re still feverishly kissing as you feel his hips rut into yours, causing you to moan.

“You’re so fucking aggravating.” You manage to say between kisses, and you think you hear Nate growl. You can’t ignore the tingling in your lower belly any longer, even though you’re almost ashamed that, of all people, Nate is the one to draw this kind of reaction from you. Almost.

“Try being in your company for a day, you’ll know who’s the aggravation one then.”

“I hate you.”

“You sure about that? Doesn’t seem like you hate me right now. The way you’re rubbing yourself on me.”

Now you’re the one growling.

“I bet if I’d put my hand in your panties you’d be dripping for me.”

You pull a face at his words. It’s not that he’s wrong, but it’s annoying that he knows what he’s doing to you.

You decide to challenge him, though.

“I wouldn’t be so sure about that.” You say, leaning your head back against the stone wall so you can look at him. His eyes are hooded, his lips slightly swollen from your kisses.

“Wanna bet?” He raises one eyebrow, and you mirror his expression. You know you shouldn’t underestimate Nate, but you wanna know how far you can push him. “Let’s see then.” He says before starting to unbutton your pants.

He’s really doing it.

Your heart feels like it’s about to jump out of your throat it’s beating that fast. Your breathing quickens in anticipation.

And then he’s running his fingers through your folds.

“You’re so fucking wet for me Y/N. Try to deny it all you want, you’re dying to have me cock inside you.”

You moan at the sensation of being touched by him, but you don’t want to have him get the upper hand. “So are you going to do anything about it, or are you one of those guys who’re all talk and can’t even find the–“You can’t even finish the sentence before his thumb is on your clit, drawing tight circles.

“What was that about being one of those guys?”

You wanna curse at him, but now he’s pushed two fingers into your cunt, and you’re unable to form proper words.

“What was that?” He’s smirking. He knows your putty in his hands now, the way you’re holding on to him. The way you’re pushing your hips into his hand, craving more.

You start to repeat what you were going to say, but then his fingertips brush against a particularly sensitive spot inside you, and all you can do is moan.

“That’s what I thought. He chuckles softly. “Had I known this is how I get you to shut up, I would’ve done it a long time ago.”

You pull on his hair with a moan, but he just laughs. “Just like that, gorgeous. Let me hear you.” He tightens his grip on your thigh and picks up his pace. You’re a moaning mess, but at this point, you don’t care.

You don’t care that you’re supposed to hate him.

You don’t care that he’s the last person you should be attracted to.

You don’t care that he seems to be enjoying the way you’re unable to talk back.

Because he’s making you feel so fucking good.

“I know you want my cock, baby, but you’re not getting it.” You pull on his hair again in protest. “Not until we find the treasure.”

“Fuck you.” You manage to say, but Nate just chuckles. You don’t know what could possibly be funny about this.

He hums as he leans in to place soft kisses on your neck. “This isn’t easy for me.” He whispers in your ear, making shivers run down your spine. Your pussy tightens around his fingers, and you’re certain you can feel him smile. “I’m so fucking hard you have no idea. It’s taken a lot of control to not just bend you over and fuck you stupid. Until you’re so fucked out you can barely walk. But we’ve got a treasure to find, gorgeous.”

And then he leans back and just looks into your eyes as he keeps fingering you, his thumb playing with your clit. You’re unable to look away as his pace slows down and something seems to shift in the air. You’re drowning in his eyes. You’ve always loved his eyes. Cherished every moment you got to see them up close. But you’ve never been this close.

“You’re so fucking beautiful, Y/N.” Nate almost pants. He nudges the tip of his nose against yours before he plants a kiss on your lips. Just one simple peck. One might even say an innocent kiss if it wasn’t for his fingers that were still moving in and out of your dripping cunt. “Bet you’re even prettier when you cum. You gonna show me?” He asks with another kiss and picks up his pace. Just a little, but it’s exactly what you need.

“Yes, fuck, right there.”

“You gonna be a good girl and cum for me?” His words are barely above a whisper, but that’s all it takes to push you over the edge.

Your mouth falls open as your orgasm washes over you, and if possible, you pull yourself even closer to Nate.

“That’s it.” He hums, his eyes moving over your face. “So fucking gorgeous.”

Nate keeps praising you as you come down from your high, his forehead resting against yours. When your breathing is almost back to normal, he starts neatly putting your panties back in place.

“You’re wrong.” He murmurs, his nose brushing against yours as he pulls up your pants. Normally, you’d feel belittled if a guy was doing this. Or at least you’d feel used as if he’d want to get you dressed as quickly as possible so you could leave. But with Nate… It feels like an intimate moment, and you have no clue why.

“What are you talking about?” Your hands are still in his hair; you can’t seem to let go of him. You should push him away, tell him you can dress yourself, thank you very much. But you don’t.

“I would’ve never stolen from you.” He zips and buttons your pants before looking at you. You don’t know how he can just pick the conversation back up after what just happened. But oh well, if he wants to keep arguing, so be it.

You tilt your head to the side. He has to realise how ridiculous that sounds just hours after he did, in fact, steal from you.

“Back then.” He clarifies. “I trusted you with my life.” He looks at you intently, his hands now on your hips. “I cared so much about you.” He pauses and closes his eyes for a few seconds. “I still do. Despite everything that happened between us, I care so fucking much about you. Rafe knew that, and he used it against me. He kept telling me how he’s gonna make sure you’ll be okay. You’ll be taken care of. ‘Don’t worry, Nate. I’m gonna make sure you and your girl get a decent chunk of the money.’ He said. But Rafe had spent months planting doubts in your head. I didn’t realise it back then, but in the final months of us working together, you started becoming more and more distant. You would go to him with new clues first.

“At first I didn’t think anything of it. I thought you did it because he’s the more experienced treasure hunter. But then you started keeping things from me. I felt like you were going behind my back, that you didn’t want to work with me anymore. And then one day Rafe sent me to scout the area and when I came back both of you were gone.”

It’s hard to wrap your head around everything Nate is telling you. And maybe you should be a little more careful because you can’t be a hundred per cent sure that Nate is telling the truth. But your gut is telling you that he is. At some point during the past 24 hours, you realised that Nate isn’t the egoistic asshole that you thought he was.

Yeah, okay, he stole the dagger from you, but wouldn’t you have done the same in his position? Probably.

You watch him for a moment. He’s got no reason to lie to you. He’s the one with the dagger. He could’ve just run off with it. He doesn’t need your help. But yet he asked for it. And even more importantly, he saved your life earlier. If it wasn’t for him, you would’ve run straight to Rafe when you saw him. And you’d be dead.

If he had told you all of this last night, you wouldn’t have believed him. But now? You believe him.

It makes sense. Now that you’ve seen Rafe’s true self, you can see him manipulating you. Doing everything to get you and Nate to split up. Nate hadn’t been the biggest fan of Rafe. Or even Moncada. He didn’t like the idea of just finding the treasure for someone else. But Rafe told you time and time again that Moncada would reimburse you more than enough. And ever since you started working for him, he kept his word. But back then, you and Nate had argued more than once if working for him and with Rafe was a good idea. But Nate always agreed because you trusted Rafe. And Rafe got you to trust him more than your best friend. The realisation feels like a punch in the gut.

“So you’re saying that you didn’t try to steal from us? That Rafe made that up?” You feel stupid because it all makes sense. Why didn’t you realise it sooner? Why did you let yourself be manipulated by Rafe?

“He played us.” Nate nods. “For whatever reason he wanted to get rid of me and turn us against each other.”

“So all these years… I hated you for no reason?” You feel guilty as you say this. Thinking back to all the things you said to him. All the length you went to beat him, to be the better treasure hunter when you could’ve worked as a team this whole time.

“Hey, don’t feel bad. I hated you, too.” Nate smiles at you, but you can see that he, too, feels the guilt.

“Can I…” You start, and his eyes focus on yours. “Can I give you a hug or something?” You ask, not sure how to deal with all of this. Asking for a hug is probably the weirdest thing, considering his fingers had been inside you not too long ago, and your hands were still resting at the nape of his neck.

Nate lets out a laugh but wraps his arms around your waist. “You’re so weird.”

You tug on a strand of his hair which makes him laugh even more, but then he’s holding you tightly, and you can feel his warm skin everywhere.

“I’m sorry.” You say after a while. “I shouldn’t have allowed Rafe to turn me against you. I don’t even know how he managed to do that. You’re the person I trusted the most.”

“Don’t worry about it Y/N. He’s a conniving, manipulative son of a bitch. And you were impressionable. We both were.” He shrugs his shoulders. “He wanted me gone. And he knew how much I cared about you and used that against me. There’s nothing we can do about it now.”

“Actually, there is.”

***

Your plan is to simply find the treasure and be gone before Rafe gets there. Now that you’re working with Nate again, you know you can do it. There was a reason Rafe wanted to split the two of you apart. You were too good together.

And now that the air between you has sort of been cleared, Nate isn’t even that annoying anymore. Sure, he’s still a little shit. But instead of it slowly driving you up the wall, you almost find it charming.

“So now that we’re on good terms again, does that mean we’re going to split the treasure accordingly? 75% for me and 25% for you?” Nate asks as he follows you along one of the tunnels that will hopefully lead you to the treasure. You know he’s got a smirk on his face without having to turn around.

As a reply, you just flip him off.

Finally, you reach a heavy stone door that, according to all the clues you have, should be the only thing between you and the treasure right now.

You turn around to Nate and motion for him to step forward. “Go ahead,” The dagger needs to be inserted into the keyhole in the centre of the door.

“I’m honestly surprised you haven’t attempted to steal it back from me.” Nate muses as he steps closer to the door while rummaging through his backpack.

You can’t help but smirk.

“Funny you say that.” With that, you pull the dagger from your own backpack and wave it in front of his face. You took it from him back in the cave while tending to his wound.

“Are you serious?” He gapes at you, making you laugh.

“Just because we had a little heart to heart doesn’t mean I completely trust you again.” You shrug your shoulders before walking to the door and inserting the key.

“That’s fair,” Nate mumbles while you turn the key. It isn’t easy, but you manage to do it, and with a loud clacking noise, the ancient mechanism starts working. Dust and dirt fall to the ground as the door slowly moves out of the way.

You take a tentative step forward. This could very well be just another trap. But you’ve done this for long enough to know that it’s not. This is the real deal. You open the chest closest to you, and there it is. The treasure. And there’s not just one chest. There’s dozens of them.

You turn around to Nate with the biggest smile. “We did it!”

Nate mirrors your smile. “I guess we did.”

And there’s still no sight of Rafe and his men. You’re over the moon. All the tension leaves your body, and all you can feel is pure joy.

Giddy, you throw your arms around Nate’s neck. He stumbles back a bit, not expecting your outburst, but then he wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you closer.

You don’t remember the last time you got to celebrate finding a treasure with someone else. And because this feels like a special sort of victory, you’re even more excited. And before you know what you’re doing, you’re pulling Nate close to plant a kiss on his lips. You can feel him smile against you, his hands moving to cup your ass and all the excitement you’re feeling suddenly turns into lust. The kiss turns heated as you open your lips.

“I think there’s something you wanted to give me when we find the treasure.” You raise an eyebrow at him before moving one of your hands to where his cock is already straining against his pants.

“If you’re not careful I’ll bend you over right here and now.” He grumbles, his eyes dark.

“I dare you.” You smile at him wickedly. “But make it quick, we don’t have much time before Rafe shows up.”

You don’t have to tell him twice. With one quick movement, he whirls you around and bends you over one of the large treasure chests. Wetness pools between your legs. You never thought you’d be fucking on a treasure, but it’s exciting as fuck.

Nate’s impatient, trying to pull down your pants without even opening them. It’s not working, so you quickly fumble with the button. Before you can get to the zipper, it opens itself as Nate finally pulls down your pants.

“Been thinking about this all fucking day.” He says as he struggles with his own pants. “Look at you. So fucking gorgeous bent over for me.” You look back at him just as he pulls out his cock, and you can’t help but moan. He’s hard, precum already dripping from the tip.

“Hold on tight, baby.” He says and steps closer to you. You try and find something to hold on to, finally reaching for the edge of the treasure chest, digging your fingers into the sturdy material. You push your ass in the air, impatiently waiting for the moment he’ll finally fill you up.

Nate places one of his hands on your hip, and you’re tingling with anticipation. “You wore these just for me? You expected to get laid in the jungle?” He asks as he slips one of his fingers under the edge of your underwear. It’s one of the prettier pairs you own, not the functional ones you’d usually wear on a trip like this. But you wanted to feel sexy and confident, who can blame you?

“I’m wearing these for me,” you say with a certain edge to your voice. You want him to stop talking.

“Sure you are, sweetheart.” Then you feel your panties digging into your skin for a second before a cracking sound fills the air, and the pressure is gone.

“Better.” You hear Nate murmur, and your mouth falls open in shock.

“Did you just rip my underwear?”

“Oops.”

“You son of a–“

You don’t get to finish your sentence because the next thing you know, he gently kicks the inside of your foot, causing you to spread your legs further before pushing into you, stretching you out, and you can’t do anything but tilt your hips to give him better access.

“Looks like someone loses the ability to speak once their cunt is filled.” Nate leans over you, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear. You reach back with one of your hands, grabbing a fistful of his hair like you’ve down before, not tugging on it, but just holding onto him, keeping him close.

“You feel so fucking good, gorgeous.” He starts thrusting, and now you are tugging on his hair. “I love it when you pull my hair.” He says, then places a kiss right under your ear. One of his hands is holding onto your hip tightly, the other resting on the treasure chest next to you.

His thrusts are slow and deliberate, and as much as you love this, you don’t have all day.

“Faster, Nate. Give it to me.”

Nate grunts at your words, but then he picks up the pace, fucking into you like there’s no tomorrow, and somehow he manages to brush against your g-spot every time. Your whole body is wound uptight, your hips slamming against the treasure chest with every forceful thrust, and you know you’re gonna have bruises tomorrow, but you don’t give a fuck.

“I’m so fucking close.” Nate presses out, his thrusts growing more erratic.

“Cum for me.” You tug on his hair. “Fill me up, Nate.”

“Fuck!” He rights himself, both his hands now on your hips, and if possible, he fucks even deeper into you, and suddenly, without warning, you’re coming undone.

Your walls tighten around him as a guttural moan leaves your lips, and then you feel him cum inside you.

He keeps thrusting lethargically until he’s completely spent, then he slowly pulls out.

You feel your combined juices dripping out of you, and even though your mind is still clouded from that intense orgasm, you reach between your legs to not ruin your pants. He’s already destroyed your panties, and as hot as that was, you still have to make your way back to the city.

“Can you hand me a tissue or something?” You ask, your breathing still heavy.

“Ah, shit, wait. Take this for now.” He hands you something, and you can’t fight the urge to roll your eyes.

“Are these my panties?”

You hear Nate chuckle before his hand covers yours, his other arm wrapping around your waist to pull you into a standing position, holding you against his chest.

“I’m sorry I ripped them.”

“Are you really?” You lean to the side and look back at him with a raised brow, the smirk on his face is all you need to know. “That’s what I thought.”

He helps you clean up before calling Sully to organise the relocation of the treasure.

When you’re finally back in the city, knowing you beat Rafe to the treasure, you feel like you’re on top of the world.

You know he still wants you dead, that you have to be careful. But you’ve got Nate and Sully (who was sceptical at first but agreed to give you a chance) protecting you. Perhaps you should take a break from treasure hunting for a while. It would be the smart thing to do, get off of Rafe and Moncada’s radar. But you know when the next opportunity to find a treasure comes along, you won’t hesitate to go after it.

You don’t know where you and Nate are headed, what the things that happened between you mean. But you know you’ll figure it out.

A/N: There it is!!! i hope you liked it! I’d love to read your reactions <3

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Acceptable Cliche : Nathan Drake x Reader

Description: 8.2k wc request from @theslayerofthevampires for Nathan Drake pining for a jiu jitsu black belt during a heist, only for her to get kidnapped and need rescuing.

Warnings: violence, kidnapping, guns, blood, fighting, cursing

Key: y/f/n-> your friend’s name, y/f/a/d-> your favorite alcoholic drink, r/a/d/n: random alcoholic drink name, y/a-> your age

“Remind me why we need her?” Sully asked, his irritation clear in his voice.

“One, it is not up to you, this is my plan. Two, she is a black belt and can kick your ass if you step out of line” Kristin said, smirking.

Nate laughed loudly and covered his mouth.

“When will she be here? We need to get going” Sully complained.

“Morning to you too Sully” y/n rolled her eyes, “for the record, I’ve been here for three hours, you’re late, not me”.

“The kid needed extra time for his hair” Sully lied, trying to cover the fact that he was the cause for the delay by embarrassing Nate.

Nate glared at sully and shook his head.

“Hello, my-“ Nate began, holding his hand out to y/n.

Sully cut him off, pushing his hand down, “this is Nathan. First lesson kid, don’t let her touch your hand unless you enjoy laying on the ground”.

Y/n laughed and smirked, “oh Sully, still holding a grudge over that?”

“You see, he wasn’t introducing himself, Nathan, he grabbed my wrist to try and steal a map from me” y/n explained, facing sully next, “funny how you love leaving out the details”.

“Details or not, it was an overreaction don’t you think?” Sully groaned, Nate pressing his lips together as he tried not to laugh.

“I can handle you trying to steal from me, even when we’re supposed to be partners. I’m not naive enough to ever rely on you or trust you Sully. But, you crossed the line by touching me in doing so, now you know better hmm?” She smirked, tightening the strap on her backpack.

Nate watched her intrigued and wishing he’d been able to watch y/n force sully to the floor.

Sully ignored her and walked towards the airport exit, “let’s go kid”.

“Kid? How old are you Nathan?” Y/n asked, raising an eyebrow at him.

“I’m (y/n age + 2yrs) and you can call me Nate” he said, trying to shake her hand again.

She hesitated briefly, eyeing Sully before looking back at Nate.

“Y/n. He does know you’re not a kid right?” Y/n laughed, shaking his hand.

“I’m fairly certain” Nate shrugged, “I think it’s just a nickname he uses to try and insult me”.

Y/n hummed, “not your fault you’re not ancient like him”.

Nate laughed and nodded, his cheeks rosy, “he says it gives him experience”.

Y/n rolled her eyes, “if that makes him feel better about his age, sure. His track record has yet to make that matter though”.

“How long have you been doing this?” Nate asked, walking next to y/n as she began following sully to the exit.

“Working with sully or in general?” she questioned, looking over at him.

“Both” he answered, wanting to know as much about the beautiful and funny girl next to him as he could.

“With Sully, about three years I think, off and on of course” she smirked, “overall, five years”.

“Five years?” Nate asked, his voice low.

He watches as she bites her lip, “yeah… my… friend got me into it at a young age…”

“Oh, Kristen?” Nate asked, looking towards them.

“No. She is merely a coworker” she explained.

“So you and your friend went separate ways then?” Nate asked curiously.

“Mmm… I guess you could say that, yeah” she answered vaguely, not looking at him.

In fact she was staring straight forward but not seeing anything other than y/f/N’s face the last time she saw them.

Nate could sense he shouldn’t push so he just nodded, “I understand. How old are you then?”

“You know it’s not polite to ask a woman her age right?” Y/n pointed out teasingly.

Nate’s face flushed red, “oh..! Right! Sorry, no it’s just that-“.

“I’m messing with you” y/n laughed, pushing Nate’s shoulder softly.

However, Nate noticed while it was playful she had a decent force behind it even when controlled.

No wonder she’d been able to take down sully.

“Once again I’m the youngest, explaining Sully’s deeper irritation than normal. I’m y/a” y/n told him.

“Ignore him, I’m sure you’ve learned by now he’s just an ass most of the time” Nate encouraged, his cheeks still red from his slip up.

“True” y/n laughed, “yet, I hear you’ve been working directly with him for over two years now?”

Nate shrugged, “there’s worse people out there and we all need someone to rely on to have our back no matter who you have to team up with or where”.

Y/n slowly nodded and hummed quietly, “trust…”.

“You don’t have someone like that, do you?” Nate asked cautiously as they stepped outside into the humidity.

She shook her head, “it’s easier that way”.

“How so?” He inquired, raising an eyebrow at her as Sully glares at him from across the parking lot.

“No one to lose or be betrayed by. It also keeps you alert to everyone and everything “ she explained, her voice distant.

Nate analyzed her body language, hoping it would show something that explained what she was referring to.

But she clearly masked her feelings well enough to hide any signs.

——

“Fine, but I’m not going in to save you when it doesn’t work out that way” y/n argued, sipping on her y/f/a/d.

“You mean if, and are you even old enough to drink that?” Sully remarked.

“No, I mean when. It will go to shit as soon as you walk in there trying to pretend you belong there” y/n corrected, flipping him off, “and you know I am, bite me”.

“Just making sure Nate here wasn’t going to lose his bartending license by supplying a minor” sully joked, glaring down at the event flyer on the table before him.

“Sully, enough. She’s not a minor and that’s not even how that works” Nate defended, rolling his eyes.

“What do you suggest then?” Sully asked, looking up from the flyer.

“How good are you at undercover?” She asked Nate.

“I-“ he began, sully cutting him off again.

“He needs to stop touching his earpiece but otherwise he cleans up decent” sully joked making Nate groan.

“Says the man in camo shorts” y/n smirked as Nate chuckled, “moving on, are you comfortable going undercover then?”

Nate nodded, “what-“.

“He’ll do it, just tell us what to-“ sully sighed, interrupting Nate yet again.

“I was not asking you” y/n said, cutting sully off in retaliation.

Nate smirked, giving her a thankful glance, “I am, thank you. What did you have in mind?”.

——

“How is this better than what I had planned?” Sully complained, sitting in the corner of the cramped storage room they were using as a makeshift headquarters.

“You mean other than in every way?” Nate smirked, shaking his head.

Sully glared, “I’m getting fed up with your flirting kid”.

Nate’s eyes widened as he looked away from the group, “I wasn’t flirting”.

“If you say s-“ Sully laughed.

“Enough, we are on a time limit here. Grow up Sully” y/n reprimanded, irritated he was putting the attempt and potentially their lives in danger.

“Alright, so as long as you keep these facing the subject, Sully and I will be able to see your surroundings” Kristen said as she secured the microscopic camera to the knot in Nate’s tie.

“Y/n, you know the drill. Just don’t break this one please” Kristen joked with a wink.

“I’m not making any promises. We need to go, ready?” Y/n asked looking at Nate.

He smiled politely and nodded.

As y/n stepped into the hall, she straightened her dress more now that she actually had room to do so.

She looked behind her and sighed when she saw Nate had stopped to talk to Sully about who knows what.

She rolled her eyes, departing solo as to not lose their chance to find their target.

“I’m just saying, she’s trouble” Sully warned.

“She’s trouble when you cause her trouble” Nate laughed.

“I’m serious kid. You don’t know her like I do” Sully told him.

Nate suspected he was right but not in the way he thought.

Seeing Nate wasn’t responding, sully added, “Just don’t let her distract you. Get in, when we identify the correct person, help her lead them to a more isolated area and will step in to get the information we need from them”.

Nate rolled his eyes, “I am not going to get distracted”.

——

“Nate, could you spare a few seconds to actually look at the guests’ faces so we can find Johnson. Staring at y/n isn’t helping us here” Sully fussed through the earpiece.

Nate blushed bright red knowing they were all in the same communications channel so y/n heard.

“Shut up Sully” Nate remarked, hoping y/n would take it as sully joking.

He began quickly turning so the camera in his tie could scan the guests’ faces for to process.

Johnson was a twin and his slightly older brother (by 6 minutes) was the dangerous one.

The younger twin would have information on where the chest was being hidden without alerting the older twin as they no longer spoke.

Yet, they were both set to be at this gala so it was important they ensured which twin they were speaking to.

“Kid, you’re overcompensating now, slow it down so the camera can focus” Sully laughed.

Nate groaned quietly.

Nate followed as y/n guided the guest that had identified as the young twin to the hallway.

“Do I want to know how Kristen will get him to point us in the right way?” Nate whispered.

“It’s not through torture if that’s what you’re thinking” y/n assured him, “I wouldn’t agreed if that were the case. Kristen has a way of knowing people’s secrets”.

“She knows his then?” Nate asked a bit louder.

“We aren’t going to-“ the younger twin asked, his mind clearly sobering up as he turned to face y/n.

“Don’t finish that sentence” y/n cringed, hating how she had lead him on to convince him to follow her.

The man frowned making Nathan smirk; thinking about how the man was far too old for y/n.

——

“How did you know that?” Sully asked as the trio rejoined him in the cramped closet.

“Does not matter” Kristen said.

“My portion is done here, call me when you find the chest hmm” Kristen grinned, closing the laptop she brought.

“That’s it? I’m stuck with y/n for this? Why? You didn’t even need her, I could’ve gotten Johnson to the hall” Sully growled.

“As funny as it would be to watch you try to flirt with him,” Kristen said, smirking, “y/n is the only one I trust to be able to handle my interrogation suspects should I get their motivation factor or secret incorrect and have it go wrong”.

Y/n winked at sully tauntingly, Nate watching the interaction with amusement.

“Besides, you should know just how valuable she can be on a trip like this. Suck it up and find the damn chest “ Kristen pointed out, slipping the laptop into her bag and waving goodbye to y/n.

Sully glared at y/n, “let’s get out of here”.

——

“He really has it out for you” Nate admitted, joining y/n on the patio of the hotel suite the three had rented.

“He has for years” she told him, staring in the distance as she drank her y/f/a/d.

“Why? It can’t just be you hurting his ego and toxic masculinity. What is it?” Nate asked, concern evident in his voice.

“If you’re worried I did something to him, you’d be wrong” y/n defended gruffly, “it’s like you said, he’s just an ass”.

Nate sighed and took a swig of his drink.

“You don’t want anything other than y/f/a/d?”Nate questioned as she finished her glass.

“Why, should I?” She asked him, her voice back to normal.

“I mean y/f/a/d is really simple, the suite has a full bar and it’s on Sully’s card” Nate smirked.

Y/n laughed and nodded, “as fun as that would be, y/f/a/d is my favorite and somewhat of a good luck ritual if you will”.

Nate smiled at the fact she was opening up to him.

As trusting as Nate always was, and still is, he understood why many in this field weren’t.

Anyone can betray anyone.

Especially when it comes to treasures worth millions and millions of dollars.

Add in the fact he suspected something happened between y/f/n and y/n, and having worked with someone as untrustworthy as Sully before, suddenly her silence and the walls she built high around herself were more than understandable.

Whether it was the alcohol, exhaustion from the international flight and heist earlier, or her actually trusting him in a small way didn’t matter; Nate was just excited to get to know her more.

——

Y/n rolled her eyes as she threw her bag onto the couch in the shared living room space between their bedroom doors.

“You’re blaming me still?” Sully scoffed.

“Who else would be to blame Sully?” Nate argued, annoyed as well.

“You two are ridiculous” Sully argued, “she attacked me!”

“Because you clearly pissed her off last time you two saw each other” y/n accused, flopping onto the couch next to the bag.

“You did call her some… rather abrasive names” Nate recalled.

“Fantastic Sully. Any other exes of your’s we should be worried about running into?” She asked rubbing her jaw.

Nate walked silently to the empty ice bucket in their suite.

“You’re worried about my exes?” He laughed harshly, “like you’re one to speak”.

The look on y/N’s face didn’t go unnoticed and Nate saw the regret as it crossed Sully’s face.

He wasn’t sure what his mentor was referencing but it clearly was uncalled for.

“Y/n,” sully said, his voice apologetic.

She waved him off, “it’s whatever Sully. I had it coming”.

Sully sighed, walking towards her.

Nate wanted to hear the continuation of the conversation but knew she could handle herself so he chose to fill the ice bucket instead.

——

“Here,” Nate offered, passing a makeshift ice pack to y/n.

“Thanks Nate “ she smiled timidly, placing the frozen ziplock bag onto her jaw.

“You going to take care of your lip?” She asked, looking at the bucket still containing ice.

“There was only one bag, plus it’s fine” he said.

“Don’t try to be all macho Nate, ice your damn lip” she rolled her eyes, handing him the ice pack.

He sighed, “it isn’t that bad, you’re the one who got clocked without warning “.

Her cheeks flushed pink, “yeah, I hate seeing Braddock. It has been years though, it threw me off a bit. It won’t happen again, I’m usually better than this”.

“Hey, it’s not your fault” Nate promised.

“That’s sweet but your lip is busted because I was slow to see what she was up to. We’re likely going to run into her team again, and when we do, I’ll be better at keeping you and Sully unharmed” she swore.

Nate set his hand on her knee tenderly, “it really is fine. I’ve had far worse. I believe you, you don’t need to prove yourself or your skills to me”.

She smiled as a nonverbal thank you, “why don’t we share the ice? That’s the only way I’ll compromise”.

Nate laughed and nodded, “alright deal”.

Sully watched silently as y/n and Nate passed the homemade ice pack between each other every few minutes.

The one without the ice would talk about whatever it was they were conversing about.

When finishing their sentence or story, they’d switch.

He elected not to interrupt, already having already crossed a line with y/n earlier and having warned Nate to not get attached.

Instead, he simply reminded them the time they agreed to get up and plan tomorrow before he went to his room.

——

Weeks had passed with no progress, making the younger treasure hunters irritated so Sully took their group to a diner that night for drinks to get them to calm down.

“We’re not getting any closer to locating it and I swear if Braddock interferes one more damn time” Nate groaned, drinking the beer in his hand.

“To be fair, this is nothing. At least we’re all safe… for now” y/n remarked.

“What is it with you and Braddock anyways?” Nate asked as he watched her look over the drink menu.

“Nate” Sully seethed under his breath.

“It’s a valid question Sully” y/n sighed, looking up from the menu, “one I’ll attempt to answer after I figure out what the hell to order”.

“You may want to do the r/a/d, it is the closest to y/f/a/d, ingredient wise” Nate advised.

“Ugh, stop flirting and showing off. She gets it, you’re a bartender” Sully laughed, shaking his head.

“You know, it’s actually the only real red flag about him so….” y/n said, jokingly, “but as far as deciding on my drink order, it’ll do”.

“Oh, red flag hmm? How so?” Nate smirked, his crossed arms pressed on the table as he leaned towards her.

She shrugged, “in my experience bar tenders are all egotistical, and or, like to try to hook up with every attractive girl who walks into their bar, even if they have a girlfriend at home”.

“Max definitely didn’t deserve y/f/n” Sully agreed, shocking Nate at the change from his usual type of response to y/n.

Nate wasn’t sure what happened but the tone shifted and he sensed y/n was uncomfortable so he tried to fix it.

“So my bartending is a red flag, but my stealing isn’t?” Nate smirked.

She blushed, “I can live with that, so long as it’s not from me”.

“I messed up, like you said weeks ago, I learned my lesson” Sully defended.

“Good” she winked at him before looking back at Nate, “anyways, I was joking. Your red flag isn’t being a bartender”.

“No?” Nate asked, intrigued, leaning towards her again unconsciously, “then what is it?”

“Your hair” she teased, reaching out and ruffling it.

Sully watched as Nate’s cheeks glowed red as he fixed his hair shyly.

“Now come on, my hair is fine” Nate said after he’d recovered, “what is my red flag for real?”

She took a moment to ponder his question, Sully suddenly intrigued as well as to what she’d answer.

Nate knew everyone had red flags and that one might possibly see different red flags for someone than another person would.

But he really wanted to know what she felt his was.

Sully was simply intrigued as Nate wasn’t the type of guy y/n was around often so he was curious what her self-protective warning systems were focusing on.

“You’re too… caring” She told him, knowing how odd it sounded.

Nate nodded slowly, “okay. Fair”.

He didn’t know why she felt that was a bad thing (other than the possible correlation to her mentioning that trust was bad too) and some part of him wanted to change that perception.

However, he was sure to let her know he understood and accepted her answer.

——

It had taken another three weeks before Nate learned what y/n had been through and it explained a lot.

When their group searched a small nook in yet another random rain forest they’d ran into Braddock’s crew again.

Y/n kept her word and fought them off without Nate or Sully incurring any injury.

However, before he could thank her and point out he knew she was able to, someone clapped slowly.

Y/n froze like a deer in headlights, Sully reaching for his gun as Nate naively looked around for the source of the clapping.

“Well hello y/n, I see you haven’t been slacking” Someone greeted, Nate’s eyes finding a guy who seemed a year or so older than himself as he stepped out from behind some tall plant.

“Fuck off Chris” Sully snapped, pulling his gun from his waistband and pointing it at the stranger.

Nate watched as y/n tried to pull herself together, the pain in her eyes clear.

As she took a deep breath, her fists clenching at her sides, Nate stepped in between her and whoever this Chris person was.

“Mmm have you replaced me already, sexy?” Chris asked in a husky tone, sizing up Nate.

Nate didn’t exactly know how to respond but as he opened his mouth to defend y/n, the sound of Sully cocking his pistol echoed.

“Can’t fight your own battles yet y/n?” Chris asked tauntingly.

Nate again opened his mouth to speak, only stopping when y/n set her hand on his shoulder.

“Chris” y/n said, her voice surprisingly flat.

“Miss me sexy?” Chris winked and Nate wanted to throw up.

Based on the look y/n gave him before laughing at him loudly, Nate assumed she had a similar sensation.

“Still working for Braddock I see” she remarked, stepping around Nate and towards Chris.

Nate didn’t miss the way Sully took a step forward as if wanting to stop her.

“She works for me” Chris snarled.

“Sure” y/n rolled her eyes.

“You could’ve too” Chris sighed.

“I’d never work for, nor even with, that bitch” y/n retorted, “and you’re to blame too”.

Chris sighed in annoyance, “let it go, damn. You might be sexy, but fuck you’re also stubborn”.

“You tricked y/f/n into falling for Max and Braddock’s trap “ y/n stated, her voice clipped.

Nate noticed that she got into a more defensive position as if preparing for a fight or attack.

“You’re the reason she’s dead, don’t put that on us” Chris pursed his lips as he shrugged, his tone inconsiderate.

Nate eyed Sully, hoping for assistance to understand what was going on.

Sully shook his head twice as he neared them, “don’t listen to him, narcissistics always lie”.

“You’d know Sully” Chris glared, “now stop talking. My girl and I have unfinished business to discuss”.

“I’m not your girl” y/n shouted, pointing a finger at him, “do not ever refer to me as such again”.

Chris glared at her and shook his head, “we’ll see. Like I said, we have things to discuss”.

“I’m not discussing a damn thing with you” she responds, fists clenched at her sides.

“Don’t be like that y/n, we-“ Chris argued but Nate cut him off.

“She said she does not want to speak to you, just leave her be” Nate said, trying not to overstep but also stop Chris.

“And who are you exactly?” Chris scoffs.

“Enough” y/n declares, grabbing Nate’s arm softly and eyeing Sully, “let’s go guys”.

“I’ll see you soon sexy” Chris mocked as they turned to leave, Sully still pointing his gun towards Chris.

Y/n groans and shakes her head as they head towards their vehicle.

“Are you okay?” Nate whispers softly once their group was a good distance from Chris.

Y/n nods and gives him a fake smile to make him feel better.

“If you want to talk, we can. If you want to just forget about it, we can” Nate offers.

She gives him a small but sincere smile, “thank you”.

He nods softly, walking silently next to her so she can decide what they do.

——

“And Max was working with Braddock the whole time, and sleeping with her too, all while being with y/f/n” y/n continued , staring at the ceiling.

“Max cheated on her?” Nate asks, watching her facial features closely.

She nods, still staring up, “and he was the reason she got tricked into going on that particular heist”.

“The one where she…” Nate mumbled.

“Yeah. She was shot by Braddock and I… I didn’t make it in time” y/n sighs.

“I get it. And I know it doesn’t make it better, but it isn’t your fault” Nate offers.

She bites her lip and slowly nods her head, “I wish I could believe that. I… well I was with Chris at the time. I didn’t know he too was working with Braddock and Max”.

Nate’s eyes widen, “Chris was in on it?”.

Y/n purses her lips, glaring at the ceiling, “yeah. He and Max had it planned out that during that heist they’d manage to convince y/f/n and I to stop treasure hunting. The goal being less competition “.

Nate sighed softly, signaling her to continue.

“I think they thought finding out they were manipulating us or cheating would be enough to deter us. But y/f/n was determined to get back at Max by us finding the book first” y/n recalled dazedly, “but it seemed Braddock wasn’t pleased and tried to take out her competition more directly”.

“She shot at you guys?” Nate asked.

“Yeah, we had trouble with her and the guys throughout the whole heist but when we got close to figuring out the location, Braddock’s other men began shooting at us. She wasn’t pleased, she didn’t know where the book was either and wanted us to get that info before the shooting started” she explained.

“But her goons were too dumb to think that through. We managed to avoid nearly every shot. It wasn’t until we parted that it went badly. As y/f/n went with Max, and they were quickly cornered, Braddock opening fire as Max held y/f/n from escaping. She demanded y/f/n to tell her where the book was, but she didn’t” y/n sighed.

“So she shot y/f/n for motivation to get me to tell her when I entered the room with Chris, whom had pulled me aside during our attempted escape… I thought he was keeping me from the bullets, but he was trying to separate y/f/n and I,” y/n shivered, “but even after seeing y/f/n bleeding out, I couldn’t tell her, y/f/n made me promise to never side with Braddock. Plus we had a clue but didn’t figure it out all the way yet anyways”.

Nate nods, grabbing her shaking hand from the bedspread and holding it in his comfortingly.

She shifts her eyes from the ceiling to Nate and gives him a sad smile, “I got us out of there once Braddock realized I didn’t have the information. But it was too late”.

——

Y/n was certain hours had passed between her explaining the story to Nate and now.

He’d comforted her as best as he could, reminding her it wasn’t her fault.

That she wasn’t responsible for how it happened or for Chris having tricked her.

She didn’t completely agree, but she appreciated his support and attempts to soothe her.

She rarely told people what happened that night.

Sully knew, as he’d been looking for the treasure too.

But no one else knew what really happened.

Y/n was ashamed for falling for the trick and guilty for the outcome.

Simply having a third party hear the story and defend her was very validating and healing.

Especially when he would argue with her when she tried to blame herself.

She was fearful his motivation for doing all of this, especially given he’s in the same line of work.

But that night, for that one moment, she let herself actually accept human connection for a bit.

——

“Alright so it says two flights of stairs and then a left” y/n reads.

Nate nods, playing out the steps in his head.

“Okay, Nate will handle that part. But what is it I’m doing again?” Sully asked.

Y/n laughed and rolled her eyes, Nate smiling at how more free spirited she was after their talk a few nights ago.

“You are watching him, making sure no one sneaks in. I’ll be grabbing the next map from the basement. We’ll meet back here after “ y/n explains.

——

“You? Really?” Nate heard someone call out as he rounded the corner, prepared to find the hidden entrance where the compass was said to be.

He turned around only to come face to face with Chris.

Nate glared and kept himself from looking towards where the hidden entrance was, not wanting to give it away.

“Where’s my girl?” Chris smirked.

“She’s not your girl” Nate groaned.

“She’s not your’s” Chris laughed darkly.

“No, she’s not. She’s her own person. Why can’t you just leave her be?” Nate argued.

Chris shook his head, “I’m not done with her. You’ll see, she’ll come around”.

Nate rolled his eyes, “what do you want?”.

“You tell me where she is and I’ll leave you to whatever you need to do. She’ll never know you told me. My business is with her, not you out the old guy” Chris offered, holding his hand to Nate.

Nate scoffed in disgust and shook his head, “fuck off”.

“I only ask once. So now I’m warning you, tell me where she is or you’ll regret it” Chris growled.

“Not going to happen. I’m not doing that to her” Nate glared.

——

“Alright, I got the ma-“ y/n began, closing the door behind her.

“Oh my god, What happened to your face?!” She asked, staring at Nate as he iced his bruised face.

“That’s always been his face” sully joked, trying to cut the tension.

She rolled her eyes and dropped the map onto the couch, “seriously. Who hit you?”

Nate shook his head, “it does not matter”.

She glared and crossed her arms, “I thought you said no secrets?”.

Nate sighed, she was right, he promised he’d never keep anything from her.

It was a sincere promise but one she was hesitant to believe.

His lack of confession now didn’t help.

“It was Chris, bu-“ Nate began, seeing the guilt in y/N’s facial expression.

“Chris did this to you?!” She snapped, grinding her teeth.

“Fuck” She mumbled, fists balled at her sides.

“Y/n, it-“ Nate sighed, reaching for her hand.

“No. I’m getting you wrapped up in this. He’s an ass, but it’s my fault he’s here and hurt you “ She interrupted.

Nate shook his head, wrapping his hands over her’s, “stop. It isn’t your fault. Besides, these bruises are worth it to make sure you’re safe.”

She shook her head and sighed, “you don’t need to-“

He pulled her closer to him, “I know. Just stop. You are not at fault and I’d gladly do it again. You don’t need to go with him”.

She let herself be vulnerable and lean into Nate as she nodded against his shoulder, “okay”.

——

“Wait Nate, I know I agree to let you plan this one, but why am I the distraction?” Y/n groaned.

Nate laughed as they walked closer to their venue, “because are better at being distracting y/n”.

She noticed him blushing but didn’t understand why.

She sighed, “how is that possible? I don’t even know what I’m supposed to do to distract someone”.

Nate smirked to himself, his cheeks turning a deeper red, “believe me, I know”.

“What is that supposed to mean?” She asked hesitant to believe he was flirting with her.

He smiled and shook his head, “you’ll be great. Just keep him distracted while I grab the device”.

She pouted but nodded, “fine”.

———

“You don’t have to hide it” Nate sighed, sitting on the patio chair next to her.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about Nate” she lied, refusing to look at him.

“That you’re shook up from seeing him again” he says softly.

“I’m not” she scoffs.

Nate hums, “fine. I was though”.

She turns to face him, “what?! Wh-… wait was the fight the other day that painful?”

Nate smiled sympathetically and shook his head, “no. He’s not that strong” he blushed.

“No, I just don’t like the idea of him being near you after everything you’ve told me. I know you can handle yourself but I don’t trust him” Nate admits.

She watches him silently in surprise, no one other than y/f/n really caring for her this much before.

“I know you don’t have feelings for him, but it’s clear you’re still angry with him. I don’t blame you, I would be too. Hell, I am. He doesn’t deserve to be in your presence much less hurt you by his presence” Nate explains.

“Thank you” she whispers softly, still surprised at his tenderness.

“I don’t trust him. What does he mean by unfinished business?” Nate asks cautiously.

“I truly don’t know. Maybe the book? I still haven’t found it but I know Braddock hasn’t either “ she shrugs.

Nate nods slowly, thinking.

He grabs her hand and pulls her to the chair, so she can stop pacing.

“I doubt he’ll believe me about it though” she sighs, her body crumbling as she leans on Nate.

“Doesn’t matter, he’s not going to get what he wants” Nate promises.

She leans back and stares at him, her facial features showing her tiredness but eyes alert as she looks at him.

“What is it y/n/n?” He asks confused.

“It’s hard to get used to...” she admits, allowing herself to trust him.

“What is?” Nate questions as she lays her head on his shoulder.

“Being someone that someone cares for...” she says, her voice soft and quiet.

Nate frowns, “it shouldn’t be. I’m sorry”.

She nods and closes her eyes, letting herself trust him.

——

It was now a few months into this search and they’d gotten closer to finding the treasure but still needed a local to help them.

Fortunately, Chloe lived in the area still and Nate and Sully requested her help.

It took some convincing for y/n to trust Chloe and allow her to join them but Nate assured her she could trust Chloe.

Chloe had no hesitation joining, especially when she could so clearly see how smitten Nate was for y/n.

She’d never seen him like that before and since Nate was like a little brother to her, she loved being able to tease him about it.

Such as today, when they were all at the airport, trying to steal an artifact back from Braddock.

Y/n was currently fighting off five armed men, Nate squirming in his crouched position as he wanted to help.

Sully had tried to reiterate the next steps to him but it was clear Nate wasn’t listening.

Chloe smirked as Nate watched y/n in awe, clearly beyond impressed with her skills.

“Sully, he didn’t hear anything you just said, he’s too busy daydreaming” Chloe laughed lowly to avoid them being discovered.

Nate glared over at her for a moment before watching y/n again, a smirk on his face and wide eyes as she flipped a large man over her shoulder and to the ground.

——

“Ugh this is uncomfortable. How am I to move in this?” Y/n groaned.

Nate laughed, “you just need to distract them for a few minutes and then you can change”.

Y/n rolled her eyes, “easy for you to say. You’re not being suffocated by this damn thing”.

She pulled on the corset around her chest in annoyance.

“I will admit, I’ve never seen anyone look so cute and ridiculous at the same time” Nate winked.

She blushed and shook her head, shoving him away, “watch it Drake”.

Nate smirked, “just get the distraction handled and then you can get out of it”.

“Someone’s rather eager to get me out of this thing hmm?” She joked, laughing as his cheeks flushed a dark crimson.

Nate stuttered nervously, fiddling with his fingers.

“You ready?” Chloe asked, entering their staging room.

Y/n nodded, teasingly kissing Nate’s warm cheek before walking out.

Chloe busted into loud laughter as she watched the shock on his face and his daydreaming gaze.

——

Nate gritted his teeth in jealousy as he watched y/n flirts with some clueless men from Braddock’s team.

He knew they weren’t going to recognize her, having been far too drunk, and not very bright or attentive to begin with.

So he knew the feeling he felt wasn’t concern but jealousy.

He’d gotten close and had fallen for y/n during this mission, but he wasn’t sure if she felt the same way.

He could see it going either way based on her past and her behaviors around him.

So watching her blatantly flirt with the men, even if it was fake, wasn’t something he enjoyed witnessing.

He watched as one man held her waist firmly, his face against her neck as she played with his short buzz cut.

“God you aren’t good at hiding your jealousy are you?” Sully laughed as he watched Nate glare at the cameras.

Nate didn’t bother responding, what was there to even say?

Chloe laughed, “you know she’s just pretending right?”.

Nate sighed and tried to lean back in his seat but the tension in his chest wouldn’t calm as he watched another man put his hands on her.

——

“You okay Nate?” Y/n asked as she skipped into the room and saw his expression.

Nate sighed and nodded, “I am now, yeah”.

She raised an eyebrow at him but sully interrupted by asking if she snuck the key from the man’s coat.

“Yep!” She grinned proudly, “right here baby!”.

Nate smiled as he took in her excitement.

“Good, Chloe, will this get us in?” Sully asked, taking the key from y/n.

As the two talked about the next steps, y/n tore off the corset part of her outfit and smirked at Nate, “Wait, were you jealous?”.

Nate blushed but shook his head no.

Y/n frowned slightly, “You do it on purpose. I’ve noticed.”

Nate stared in shock, “do what?”.

“Pretend not to have feelings towards me. I wasn’t always good at noticing those things but I am now. I understand why I’d be pushing you away. But I’m noticing you’re the one doing it” she explained.

Nate frowned, “y/n, I-“.

She shook her head, “it’s fine Nate. We can’t help who we like, but it doesn’t mean we are always happy about it. I wouldn’t want to like someone like me either, not with all my trust issues. I just don’t get why you’re doing the mixed signals is all”.

Nate’s eyebrows scrunched as he stared at her, “that’s not what’s going on”.

She nodded and turned to leave, stopping as he grabbed her hand.

“I know you don’t trust me. I don’t blame you” he promises.

“The only reason I was trying to hide it” he mumbles nervously, “is that I don’t want you thinking I was doing what Chris did to you”.

Y/N’s lips part slightly as she nods, “really?”

Nate sighs, “yeah. I can see I may not have handled it right but it’s hard when…I… when I want to…”.

“Want to what?” She asked stepping closer to him despite her brain screaming at her to be cautious.

“When I really want to kiss you right now” he blurts, his cheeks glowing as he stared down at his feet.

“Then do it” she mumbles weakly, making Nate’s eyes snap to her face.

Without another word between them, Nate reaches up and delicately touches his palm to her cheek.

His lips cautious lower to her’s until they touch and both close their eyes in bliss.

The kiss is very brief but as they both pull back and look at each other, time seems to stop.

She bites her lip softly before wrapping her arms around his waist and pulling him closer.

Nate grins, a bright red flush on his face as he holds her in his arms by her waist, his head tilted down towards her’s.

He presses his forehead against her’s as they stare into each other’s eyes and souls.

Nate’s desire to devour her with another kiss is clearly displayed on his face but he still asks quietly, “may I-“.

“Please” she asks hoarsely, glancing down at his eyes briefly, “kiss me Nate”.

Nate doesn’t have to be told twice, instantly tugging her to his chest, his lips hungrily possessing her’s as if they were his own.

Y/N’s hand goes to his chest, pulling the material of his shirt as she tries to bring him closer.

Nate happily stares down at y/n as they catch their breath.

“Listen, I-“ Nate begins but is cut off by a knock at the door.

“Are you two done making out in there? We have news” Sully yelled through the door.

Y/n groaned, hiding her face with her hand.

Nate rolled his eyes and squeezed her hand before opening the door, “what?”.

——

“No, Nate you don’t get it” y/n sighed, pacing before him.

“No, y/n, I do. But what makes you think he’ll actually hold up his end of the deal?” Nate argued.

She shrugs, “I don’t know! But I can’t have him putting you all at risk to get to me! If I just accept and go with him, then you guys-“.

“No” Nate snapped, standing up and stopping in front of her.

“You’re not complying” he said, his eyes pleading, “please”.

“Nate” she sighed, shoulders softening under his touch, “I don’t want to be the reason you guys get hurt”.

“You’re not” he promised, tilting her chin upwards, “besides, him winning and doing whatever it is he wants to do to you, will hurt us more than these damn fights”.

She nodded slowly, seeing his sincerity.

“It will hurt me so much worse. Please, I beg, don’t give in” Nate says, brushing her hair from her eyes, “I will help you figure this out”.

She sniffled quietly making Nate frown and pull her to his chest as he rubbed her back, “okay. As cliche as it may be, I trust you. Thank you Nate”.

“You don’t need to thank me. Just please don’t accept his offer to go with him” Nate asked.

She nodded and pushed her hand against his back to bring him to her.

Nate smiled and kissed her head, thinking of a way to get her out of this.

No one knew what Chris wanted exactly from y/n but they all knew it wasn’t good.

And Nate wasn’t going to let her take him up on his promise to leave their group alone if she went with him.

——

“Hey, Sully have you seen y/n?” Nate asks, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

“No kid, she wasn’t in your bed?” Sully smirks.

“Not funny. I’m serious, she wasn’t practicing her jiu jitsu or reviewing the clues like normal” he says exasperatedly.

“Maybe Chloe has seen her” sully shrugs.

Nate sighs and nods, walking out of the living room towards the bedroom y/n and chloe were sharing now.

When Chloe answers the door, Nate peaks his head in to ensure y/n wasn’t there.

“Looking for something, or rather, someone?”Chloe winks.

“Have you seen her?” Nate asks, his cheeks flushed again.

“No, she got up early to train, saying she couldn’t sleep. She’s probably done by now though” Chloe told him.

“How early?” He asked, stopping her from walking away.

“Umm” Chloe looked at her phone, “maybe four hours ago”.

Nat nodded, “she should’ve been done by now. But she’s not on the patio or living room training”.

——

“Kid, are you still sulking about this? She probably went for a run” Sully groaned, downing his drink.

“Something feels off” Nate sighed, “She usually texts me if she does that…”

“Are you jealous?” Chloe smirked and laughed.

“No. I’m worried, she promised not to accept the deal with Chris” Nate spoke slowly, “but I don’t trust him to let it go so easily”.

“Wait, what deal?” Sully asked, leaning forward.

——

“I’m going to kill him” Nate hissed sharply, slamming his hands onto the table before him.

“I can’t believe you got her to agree not to accept his deal, she clearly hates him” Chloe gasped.

“I can believe it. And if you were anyone else I’d make you leave her be, but I know you won’t hurt her kid. I just wish we knew how he took her” Sully groaned, throwing his empty glass against the far wall.

“I mean, you saw her phone was smashed on the ground, and -“ Chloe reminded him, stopping when she saw the pain in Nate’s eyes.

“We’ll find her” she says, looking between Sully and Nate.

——

“Alright, what’s the plan?” Chloe asked, setting the map of Braddock’s facility before them.

“We get y/n back” Nate spoke harshly, “that’s the plan”.

“Nate, kid we need more than that” Sully sighed.

“No we don’t. Maybe you do, I don’t. I’m going in, finding her and getting her out” Nate said.

“And Chris? What stops him from kidnapping her again?” Chloe pressed.

“I’ll deal with Chris once she’s out and safe” Nate said, a dark tone to his voice that made sully flinch.

“Hey, she’s strong, she’s alright” he tried to comfort.

“You don’t know that. He-“ Nate shouted, his anger bubbling inside him, “he helped Braddock kill y/f/n. Whatever he wants with y/n-“.

“It won’t happen. We won’t let it,” Sully promised.

“Now, let’s get the gear we need and go” Chloe agreed, sliding a pistol over the table to Nate.

——

“Nate, stop!” Chloe complained, trying to drag him off of Chris as the two kept fighting.

“Not until he tells me where she is!” Nate growled, striking Chris in the jaw before getting struck back.

“Sully found her damnit, let him go for now” Chloe informed him since it was clear he wasn’t listening to the comms.

Nate instinctively flew back off of Chris and looked at Chloe in question.

“He said the notes show her being held in a room down the hall to the left, three doors from the end” she said and smiled as Nate sped off.

“Now, you think it’s okay to kidnap or ex girlfriend? She’s far too kind for you, but no worries, I have no problem getting revenge for her “ Chloe glared at the man before her in torn clothes with his body covered in scratches and bruises.

——

“Y/n?!” Nate shouted repeatedly as he sprinted down the hallway.

He skidded to a halt before the referenced door, nearly slamming into the wall in his haste.

Nate tried to open the door but it wouldn’t budge.

He elected not to wait for a key from Sully who was likely on his way from the archive sector after having obtained her coordinates.

Instead, Nate took a step back and then raced for the door, slamming his body against it to open it.

The room was dark and dingy, a perfect cliche for a room to hold a kidnapping victim in.

He glanced around, trying to get adjusted to the darkness.

He noticed a body slumped against the wall, gripping something.

Nate rushed over to her, dropping to his knees before her.

She was covered in bruises, dirt, scratches and cuts, hair tangled, and looked all around exhausted.

He saw her eyes were unfocused and something was sticking into her arm.

He looked and realized they’d been keeping her medicated with some solution; cowards.

Nate delicately placed his hand over the IV site as his other hand quickly pulled the needle out so the medicine would stop entering her body.

She screeched, raising her arms and Nate was impressed as he saw even in her dazed state she’d managed to find a scrap of metal she was going to use as a weapon.

Nate frowned and went to comfort her but she pushed him away, scratching his back with the makeshift tool, “go the fuck away! I won’t ever work with you Chris”.

Nate sighed and his heart dropped to his stomach, “love, y/n/n, it’s Nate. I promise, you’re safe”.

Y/n froze briefly before slipping the metal between her ring and pinky finger as she touched Nate’s face.

“It’s really blurry” she said, relaxing when she felt it wasn’t Chris.

Nate nodded to himself, “I figured. But listen, it’s okay. Alright? I’m going to get you out of here”.

“Wait. Are you hurt?” She asked, feeling a scratch on his cheek as it kept bleeding.

“You should see the other guys” Nate laughed.

“Ugh” She complained, knowing full well he was only trying to get her to relax, “That’s such a cliche Nate“.

He chuckled, “it’s true, they’re all far worse off. Now, come on, you need out of here “.

Y/n sighed frustratedly, “you know I don’t need a prince in shining armor to ‘rescue’ me. That’s another a dumb cliche”.

Nate laughed at how she was starting to be more like herself already, “Yeah, I know, which is why I wore this dirty old armor instead.”

He paused as he looked at himself, noting his ragged clothes covered in dirt, soot, blood, etc before facing her again.

“Okay, you can’t see it I guess… but believe me, it’s dirty” he smirked.

She laughed softly with him, a small cough forming.

“Shh, let’s get you out of here yeah?” He asked, grabbing her hand.

“This whole thing is such a cliche” y/n groaned, a small smirk on her cracked lips.

Nate blushed and shook his head, “shut up. I’m going to carry you, now, ok?”

She sighed dramatically, “yet another cliche Nate”.

Nate laughed and scooped her into his arms, “You’re going to have to deal with it…I thought I’d lost you”.

“Missed me Drake?” She winked weakly.

Nate smiled and craned his neck down to kiss her forehead, “as cliche as you’ll claim it to be, yes. I did. I’m glad you’re back, cliche or not, I really do like you “.

Nate noticed her blush under the dirt covering her face, smiling to himself.

“Fine, I suppose that it, that we, can be an acceptable cliche “ She whispered, relaxing into his arms as she no longer felt she needed to fight.

“Acceptable cliche?” Nate pondered, “I can get on board with that”.

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