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Treasure Be Damned | Nathan Drake

》 PAIRING: movie!nathan drake x female!reader

》 TROPE/GENRE: childhood best friends to lovers; angst; fluff

》 SUMMARY: Nathan wished it didn't take something drastic to happen for him to finally realize what he felt for you. And no matter how much that gold was worth, you will always be his greatest treasure.

》 WARNINGS: both are orphans (mentioned), tech genius!reader, protective!nathan, switch pov halfway thru, kinda canon divergent (a.k.a. i made slight changes to some scenes from the movie), pining, jealousy jealousy, idiots in love, some angst, kidnapping, canon level violence, injuries, love confessions and a cute fluffy ending.

》 WORD COUNT: 5.4k+

A/N: hello! me again with another fic. this may seem super random but this was commissioned by the lovely @theslayerofthevampires ! thank u so so much hun <3 my first ever commission btw. trying to stick to a certain word count was actually quite interesting to me alskalsk but this was fun to write and i hope i did it justice!

+ also i couldn't think of a better title and the summary is kinda cheesy but we love cheese in this house so alksalkslaks

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You and Nathan had been best friends for as long as you could remember.

When he punched a guy twice his size all because they made you cry on your first day at the orphanage, he quickly gained your trust and loyalty. It was reciprocated when you dumped all your lunch on a kid when they poked fun about why his brother left him.

You two had been inseparable ever since.

Nathan was protective of you, and you were protective of him.

As years passed, that protectiveness only grew tenfold. With it came the care and affection that went from strictly platonic to something warmer, sweeter.

For you, at least.

You couldn't pinpoint when it started, all you knew was that everything Nathan did for you suddenly felt special—like it was solely for you.

The change wasn't outright. It was a slow realization, when the little things he did made your heart grow warmer and beat faster all the same.

At first, you thought it was a simple crush—a silly phase, that with time, it would fade.

But no.

As months moved to years, it went from something that lingered to something you couldn't escape from.

The moment you truly figured that what you felt about him wasn't as simple as an adoration for your best friend was on your eighteenth birthday.

Nathan had spent all the money he saved from working odd—and honest, he made sure to make that known—jobs on a silver necklace.

Maybe you watched way too many romcoms, maybe it was all in your rose-tinted head, but there was an underlying romance in the way he stood behind you, so close and warm, as he put the necklace on for you.

With bated breath, you let him, trying your best not to melt over his simple touch. His fingertips brushed against your skin so delicately but felt electric in all the right ways.

You only regained your breathing when he finally stepped back. Yet he took it away a moment later when he gently tapped the charm—shaped like a compass—sitting between your collarbone, a fond smile on his lips when he said,

"So you'll always find your way back to me."

How could you not fall in love?

What a cliché.

Falling in love with your childhood best friend.

It would've been cute if it was reciprocated.

But whatever he saw you as was strictly platonic.

You were constantly reminded of how unrequited your love was with the hook-ups he brought back to the apartment.

You had agreed to be his roommate to help lessen the expenses. Even though you had only recently moved in together, you were starting to doubt if it was a good idea—for your heart's sake, anyway.

It didn't even stop there.

Because here you were once again, sporting an ache in your chest as you watched him flirt with a blonde girl at the bar.

As much as you enjoyed visiting him at work, seeing him flirt with the pretty customers regularly will always leave a bad taste in your mouth.

Jealousy.

A feeling you shouldn't be entertaining in the first place. You were just a best friend. You had no right to go all green-eyed whenever you saw him with another girl.

Nathan Drake wasn't yours.

You didn't even realize that you were too deep into your thoughts until a familiar voice brought you out of it.

"You okay?"

You blinked, looking up to see Nathan regarding you with brows furrowed in concern.

"Huh?"

"You've been glaring at that thing for a good minute now," he explained, nodding at the personalized cocktail he made for you.

He always did that whenever you stopped by, experimenting with new mixes he thought you'd enjoy solely based on how well he knew you. You give him your honest feedback in return. It was your own little game.

"Is it bad?"

"No, no, no," you said, taking a sip before smiling. "I liked it."

"Just 'like', damn. I need to step up my game," he sighed in feigned disappointment. When you didn't react as much, he added, "What's wrong?"

"Nothing."

Nathan looked at you for a moment, lips pursed as he shook his head.

"You're such a bad liar."

"I'm not," you scoffed, playfully rolling your eyes. "You just know me so well."

"I do," he hummed, grin turning proud. "I also know when something's bothering you so, what's up?"

"Girl things." You shrugged, trying to seem nonchalant. You could tell it confused him, because he was never uncomfortable to talk about those topics with you. But before he could even question it, you quickly added, "I think I'm going to head home first. You didn't forget your keys, right?"

"That was one time," he grumbled, eyeing you for a moment because he obviously didn't buy your excuse. A second later, he sighed, "Yeah, I got my keys."

"Okay, See you later," you said, gathering up your things before walking towards the door.

"Let me know if you get home safe," he called out.

You only threw him a salute in response.

-:-:-:-:-:-:-

It was the harsh light from the huge window in the living room that woke you up.

You must have fallen asleep on the couch in the middle of watching your comfort movie—a poor attempt at trying to distract yourself from your lovelorn predicament.

Who knew dealing with feelings could be so exhausting?

It was the smell of bacon that coaxed you out of your cocoon, though. 

"Good morning, sleepyhead," Nathan greeted as soon as you stepped into the kitchen. He threw you a warm smile over his shoulder before he continued making breakfast—shirtless, might you add. "There are painkillers beside your water in case your neck is killing you. I would've carried you back to your bed but you kick in your sleep and I've learned my lesson so…"

It did happen once.

He was trying to coax you off the couch and back into the comfort of your bed. But as he got closer, your leg having a mind of its own when you were deeply asleep, you kicked him straight in his jewels—his words, not yours.

The loud thud of him falling on the floor didn't even shake you awake, not even when he was groaning in pain. 

You couldn't even remember any of it.

"How many times do I have to apologize for you to let that go?" you chuckled, settling at your usual seat at the small dining table you had.

"Not enough," he snorted. "I still feel the phantom of the kick, you know."

"You're so dramatic." You rolled your eyes, glancing around only to catch a glimpse of that old yet familiar green trunk. It was then you noticed some of his old stuff littered around, trinkets and memorabilia he hadn't looked at in a while. Just as you were about to question him about it, you saw the excited look on his face. You narrowed your eyes, asking, "Did I miss something?"

"Quite a lot, actually," he chuckled, sauntering over to you with your breakfast for the day. Putting the full plate in front of you, Nathan leaned down and quickly kissed your forehead. "Eat. I'll tell you all about it."

You ignored the phantom of his lips on your skin.

-:-:-:-:-:-:-

A treasure hunt.

Nathan dragged you into a treasure hunt.

You didn't trust this Victor Sullivan guy, but Nate seemed to be adamant about finding this gold in hopes of finding Sam too. And you trust your best friend's judgment so that made Sully a friend of your best friend, much to your dismay.

"Do I look okay?" you asked, straightening out your long, black evening gown as you emerged out of the makeshift changing room.

When you didn't hear an answer, you looked up to see Nathan staring at you with a certain look in his eyes.

Your face warmed. "What?"

"Okay?" he scoffed, shaking his head as if he was offended by the word you used. With a gentle smile, he gestured at you with both hands. "You look beautiful."

"Thanks. You don't look bad yourself," you responded with a shy smile, unable to hold his gaze for much longer. You fixed your entangled necklace, instead.

"Here, let me," he said, quickly walking over to you to straighten it out, his touch featherlight against your skin. "It's a gorgeous necklace. The guy who gave this to you has good taste."

"If good taste means licking his own ass, then, it's a bit questionable."

"Okay, gross," he playfully grimaced. "All I'm saying is that I picked the right one for you."

"You did." You smiled fondly. 

"Perfect," he hummed with a smile, his gaze slowly trailing from your necklace up to your eyes, his next words barely even a whisper. "You're perfect."

You didn't know if it was even meant for your ears but you could only stand there, staring into his brown eyes that seemed to shift from one emotion to another.

Nathan was about to say something when Sully came out of nowhere with that grumpy look on his face.

"Why are we bringing her again?" he asked as if you weren't standing in front of him.

"She's a genius with computers," Nathan said, a bite in his tone. "She's going to help us get through any security tech easy breezy."

Sully narrowed his eyes between you two before shrugging.

"Fine," he grumbled, looking you up and down before walking away. "We leave in ten minutes."

"I don't think he likes me very much," you sighed once the door shut.

"I don't think he likes anyone," Nathan said, smiling at you reassuringly. "Don't take it personally."

And you didn't. Truly.

But when you got to the auction house, it definitely felt more personal when the old man wouldn't tell you anything.

No communication. No updates. No information. Nothing.

Only when you ask Nathan directly were you able to get a grasp of what was going on or when to proceed to the next step—if he wasn't distracted.

With the countless pretty ladies dressed to the nines, you best believe he wasn't anywhere near focused.

You were angry because this was a dire situation. One wrong move could get you guys caught. You were too goddamn young for prison.

You definitely weren't bitter over something else.

"Do you always feel the need to flirt with anything that walks?" you spat when he finally reached the door you'd been trying so hard to keep open without getting caught. It took him three minutes more since he was busy chatting up some random trust fund girl.

"I wasn't—Jesus," he grunted, the door hitting him on the way as you walked past it.

You couldn't be bothered to wait anymore. You didn't look back and simply sped walk towards the power switch.

"You're upset," Nathan said once he caught up with you.

"I'm not upset," you grumbled. "I'm annoyed."

"It's the same thing."

"It's fucking not."

"Okay, geez," he conceded, pouting, "What'd I do?"

"What aren't you doing?" you asked sarcastically, harshly tapping on your phone as you tried to decode the security lock on the main switch. "Oh right, focusing on your job!"

"Christ, do you two always bicker like an old married couple?"

"Shut up!" you and Nathan barked synchronously.

Shaking your head, you calmed yourself, punching in the security code.

"Look, I'm sorry, alright? I was just trying to scope potential—"

You glared at him.

"I'm shutting up."

"Just do your thing. I want this over and done with," you grumbled, stepping aside once the circuit box finally opened.

"You're a genius," he praised with a smile, placing a quick kiss on your forehead. "Thank you."

"Whatever."

You wished you could say everything went smooth sailing from there, but when did it ever?

Everything happened so fast.

One minute you two were walking out of the control room, the next you were being chased down but huge men.

Running in heels was not fun.

And then it was a blur, someone grabbing your arm in a way that made you scream in pain to Nathan tackling the guy to the ground, landing blow after blow to his face until blood started to splatter on the suit he was wearing.

"Touch her again and I'll kill you."

You'd never seen him so angry before.

But that anger quickly disappeared when he fussed over you, hands soft against your cheeks yet the panic and worry were evident in his eyes.

It took several 'I'm fine's and a couple more reassurances that you weren't badly hurt to get him to fully calm down and help you up so you could get out of this place.

Unbeknownst to you, there were curious eyes watching everything closely with a knowing yet wicked smile on her lips.

-:-:-:-:-:-:-

You thought the feeling of being outcasted was only a small blip at the auction house.

But you were so wrong.

"What happened to you?" you asked when he finally met up with you at the church in Barcelona, soaking wet from head to toe.

"Long story."

"So you brought your girlfriend with you" A girl—Chloe, you later learned—suddenly appeared.

"She's not my girlfriend," Nathan quickly corrected.

Yes, it was true.

But the way he shut it down so quickly as if the thought made him hurl made the sting harsher.

It didn't take long for you to notice how Nathan seemed to be following Chloe around a lot.

So much so that you were becoming more of an afterthought.

They were always conspiring amongst themselves. It was in their line of expertise, you supposed, and you were just the tech girl. But it wasn't like you were clueless about it. Nate has told you enough stories for you to get the gist of what was going on.

It was getting pathetic, trailing behind them like some puppy, wanting to feel included.

When Nathan argued with Sully that you were not leaving his side when it was time to split up, you could only laugh at it now.

What was the point when you were immediately alone when you got into the tunnels?

Even more as you stood by yourself at the club, watching him dance with Chloe, so close, in the guise of blending in.

Maybe if you weren't distracted you would've noticed the man sneaking up behind you. You would've been able to run before he could grab you from behind, hand over your mouth as he started dragging you backward. And maybe you were quite good at kicking someone's jewels when you hit the jackpot the first time, enabling you to escape and scream for help.

You were yelling Nathan's name, but it was the loud gunshot that caught his attention.

It was heartbreaking to think that it took you getting shot in the leg for him to fully acknowledge you.

You were overwhelmed with too many emotions that you became numb, simply letting them take you back to the safe house in silence.

"I'm sorry," he whispered as he sat by your temporary bed, carefully wrapping the bandage on your thigh after he cleaned it. Thankfully, the bullet was only meant to slow you down, not kill. "I'm supposed to be looking out for you."

"It's fine," you sighed. You knew he was being sincere. He looked thoroughly distraught when he saw you drop to the ground. You knew it wasn't his fault, and you knew he was already blaming himself enough. But with the pain and bitterness—both physically and emotionally—you couldn't stop it. "You were busy. I get it."

He frowned. "What's with that tone?" 

"There's no tone," you grumbled, avoiding his gaze.

"You're annoyed."

You shook your head. "I'm not annoyed.'

"So…you're upset," he hummed, reaching for your hands. You pulled away, carefully getting comfortable on the bed.

"I'm going to sleep," you sighed, pulling the covers over you.

Nathan got the hint, standing from his seat with a sigh, "Okay, goodnight, just…call me if you need anything."

So when you woke up in the middle of the night when a sudden sting went up your leg, you quickly yet carefully got out of bed to look for him.

You wish you hadn't bothered.

The last thing you wanted to see was him and Chloe getting cozy on the balcony, a bottle of wine between them.

You figured you weren't important enough to interrupt their moment. Besides, the ache in your leg couldn't compare to the absolute pain in your heart. It only intensified when they started leaning toward each other.

So you quickly went back to bed, tainting the pillowcase with salted tears.

-:-:-:-:-:-:-

"Here." Nathan kneeled in front of the foot of the bed, tying your shoelaces for you. "So, I've been thinking…"

"Uh oh," you joked.

"Maybe you should sit this one out."

Your smile quickly got wiped off your face.

"What?"

Nathan glanced at the door. You followed his gaze, catching a glimpse of Chloe before she hurriedly walked away.

You pressed your lips, nodding in understanding.

"It's not what you think it is," Nathan placated.

"Sure it's not," you scoffed.

"Look, you're injured and—"

You stood up, abruptly cutting him off. You grabbed your bag, limping around the room as you gathered your stuff.

"Woah careful, your wound is still fresh," Nathan followed you around, arms out in case you stumbled. "What are you doing?"

"Leaving. That's what you wanted, right?"

"What? No!" he rushed, hands on your shoulder, stopping you. "What I meant was, you need to recover first."

"Right," you scoffed, shrugging him off before you continued packing. "Because  it's going to be dangerous and you're looking out for me, trying to protect me and all that bullshit."

"It's not bullshit!"

"You know, after all we've been through, I thought I could count on you to at least be honest with me," you said bitterly.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"It means," you pressed, harshly zipping up your bag. "If you wanted me out of the picture, you could've just said so."

Shaking his head, he argued, "That's not it."

"Maybe," you said, looking him straight in the eyes. "But fewer people, more gold to go around, right?"

That rendered him silent.

"You've known me your whole life," he started, hurt flickering in his irises. "You really think I'd do that to you?"

"I don't know anymore, Nate." You threw your hands up exasperatedly. "Because ever since you met them, I barely recognize you anymore. You've been wanting their approval so bad you're getting desperate for it. 

"And I always thought that when we get the chance to find this treasure, we'll do it together, side by side like we always do. But all I've done this whole time is be a third wheel to whatever this is." You gestured at him and the door, laughing sarcastically. "Fourth, if you include Sully."

"That's not true," he argued weakly, realization dawning on his face.

"You whisper among yourselves, nobody tells me a fucking thing, you don't even tell me anything anymore! I'm always left chasing after you because you couldn't be bothered waiting for me to catch up. Fine, I might not know everything about this treasure but it'd be nice to get filled in every once in a while instead of leaving me clueless! Hell, you're starting to forget you brought your best friend with you—"

"I didn't forget about you—"

"You didn't even notice I was getting dragged away until I was shot!"

Nathan looked away.

"All of you are always excluding me and it sucks," your voice cracked, blinking away unshed tears. "And don't think I didn't see you conspiring with Chloe last night."

He looked confused. "Last night?"

"When I came looking for my best friend for help because my leg was hurting like a bitch but I didn't want to be a cockblock so, you're welcome."

"You're not—" Nathan cleared his throat, shoulders slumping, looking at you apologetically. "Y/N…"

You shook your head, harshly wiping at your eyes, putting your jacket on. "The more it goes on, the more I think that you just brought me along because it was convenient for you. Now that I'm considered a liability, gotta leave the extra baggage right?"

"That's not fucking true!" he gritted, pulling his hair frustratedly. "You're part of this as much as I am!"

"Right. Where are we going next?"

Nathan blubbered like a fish out of water.

"That's what I thought," you scoffed, slipping your backpack on.

"Wait, dammit," he cursed when you walked past him, chasing after you into the living room. Frustrated, he called out, "All I'm asking is for you to sit this part out because you're hurt."

You stopped, slowly facing him.

"I never thought that the loneliest I'd ever feel is when I'm supporting you to chase this dream you'd been wanting ever since you were a kid," you admitted, chest tightening as you stared into his troubled brown eyes. "So, I'm not sitting this one out, Nate, I'm done." 

You shoved the cross right on his chest.

"Have fun on your honeymoon," you said, bumping his shoulder as you walked out the door.

"Y/N!"

You never looked back.

-:-:-:-:-:-:-

Nathan was smart in a lot of different aspects. But emotions and feelings?

Oh he was stupid as fuck.

He wished it didn't take something drastic to happen for him to accept what he truly felt for you.

Part of him was relieved because at least you weren't there when the plane fiasco happened, especially with your injury. He was appeasing his guilt by telling himself that you were safer this way.

Nathan wouldn't know what to do with himself if something worse happened to you.

But as he was decoding the postcards Sam sent—a difficult task to focus on when he couldn't stop worrying about you so much—Chloe suddenly came in with a package.

"It has your name on it."

He opened it confused, but nothing could prepare him for what was inside.

The dread and fear started to creep up his spine when he held the silver necklace he gave you.

You never took this off.

As he emptied the box in a rush, photos upon photos of you tied up and gagged, beaten and bruised with blood tainting your delicate skin, Nathan felt like his entire heart was taken from him.

'The map or her. Choose wisely.'

It came in flashes, moments where you'd been there for each other, the joy and heartbreak, success and failures—you were always there, his one constant.

Then came the moments where he dreamed about you and him, doing things best friends shouldn't be doing.

He always knew what he felt about you but he shoved it down in fear of ruining the friendship you'd built over the years. But now? Denying it seemed insignificant. Now there was a chance he wouldn't be able to tell you at all.

Nathan was losing the love of his life.

-:-:-:-:-:-:-

"That didn't take long," Braddock laughed sardonically, standing up from a large rock nestled on the beach somewhere in the Philippines.

"Where is she," Nathan growled, the tube map holder slung on his back.

Braddock nodded at one of her men, Nathan's heart sinking to his stomach when they dragged you in, your yelp piercing his chest when they shoved you on the sand.

Nathan instinctively tried to run for you.

"Not so fast," Braddock hummed, clicking her gun before pressing it on the back of your head. "How do I know this isn't a trick?"

"I think you already figured out I don't play games when it comes to her."

"Well, let's see," she challenged. "On your knees, Drake."

"N-Nate," you whimpered, adamantly shaking your head. Even in your state, you were still trying to protect him.

"It's okay," he reassured with a smile, hands up as he did as told.

Braddock grabbed a fistful of your hair and pulled you closer to where he was.

He stifled his anger. But best believe he'd already plotted so many ways to make Braddock suffer for what she did to you.

But one wrong move could cost your life.

"Hand it over."

"Untie her."

Braddock rolled her eyes but did so anyway.

"Hey, hey, look at me," Nathan whispered, your tear-filled eyes meeting his. He lifted his chin once, gaze flickering behind you. "I got you, okay? You're going to be okay."

"Enough with this sappy bullshit. Hand over the map or she dies."

Nathan slowly grabbed the map, only to throw it away as far as possible.

On cue, a huge explosion distracted Braddock enough for you to abruptly stand on your feet, hitting her under the chin with your head.

"You bitch!" she yelled, dropping the gun.

Nathan quickly pulled you aside and grabbed the weapon. With no remorse, he shot Braddock on both thighs, once more on the arm to be petty.

He'd do much worse if you weren't on borrowed time.

Nathan grabbed your hand and made a run for it.

-:-:-:-:-:-:-

The silence was tense.

But Nathan was focused on taking care of you first.

He was busy enough trying not to cry whenever he'd discover a new cut and bruise on you that he couldn't even dwell on the fact that you were showering together. You were both in your underwear, but still.

It was when he had you sitting on the counter as he patched you up when you spoke.

"You didn't have to do all that for me."

"You know, it hurts me so much that you think I wouldn't take a bullet for you," he sighed, finishing up a bandage before meeting your glossy eyes. "You're more important to me than you think you are."

"No, I know it's just—" You bit your bruised lip. Nathan quickly pulled it away with his thumb, not wanting you to worsen your injury. You leaned into his touch as you continued, "You've been dreaming of this since you were a kid and I feel like I've ruined it for you."

"You didn't ruin anything."

"But you should be out there looking for the gold," you said. "Instead you're stuck here with me."

"Listen to me, if I had to choose between that gold and—" He took a breath, holding your face in both hands as he stared at you longingly. "The woman I'm hopelessly in love with then…"

Nathan breathed out with a smile, "Fuck that gold."

You stared at him in a way that made him believe that he'd done it.

He'd finally ruined your friendship to a point of no return.

That until you broke out into the sweetest, brightest smile that made his heart grow and his knees weak all the same.

"It's not as hopeless as you think it is."

Nathan felt like his heart was about to burst.

"Yeah?" He grinned, giddy and warm, gently parting your legs and stepping a little closer.

You let him into your space. But suddenly your brows furrowed, frowning. "What about you and Chloe?"

"So you were jealous."

"Nate."

"There's no me and Chloe," he reassured, gently taking your hands, kissing the insides of your wrists before placing them on his shoulders. "Maybe I got the incredibly stupid idea to make you jealous—I know, baby, I'm an idiot—but she shot that down real quick."

"But—"

"Those times you've seen me with her, all I kept talking about was you," he admitted, blushing. "I'm sure she'd grown sick of me being lovesick."

Nathan probably talked her ear out about how hopelessly in love he was with you, seeking advice on what to do because it was the one thing he couldn't go to you about.

She had been really helpful, pushing him to confess because it was better you know before it's too late, and that in this line of work, you'd never know when that would be.

If only he hadn't let his cowardness win.

"She argued with me that leaving you behind was a bad idea, and if I listened to her I—" He pressed his forehead against yours with a shaky breath. "I'm sorry."

"I know you like to take all the blame but this isn't your fault," you hummed, fingers combing the straggles of hair on the nape of his neck.

"It kind of is," he pressed, eyes watering as he thought about what he dragged you into.

He couldn't stop thinking about the pain you'd gone through all because he was being reckless. For as long as he could remember, he made a vow to himself to always keep you safe no matter what. Yet here he was, failing at that—failing you.

"I'm sorry for being such a shitty best friend this past week," he said, caressing the apples of your cheeks.

"You were pretty shitty," you teased, though he could see the way your body relaxed a little. He could tell that you appreciated hearing his apology. It must've been weighing on you since you left.

It made his heart ache.

"I was and I'm sorry," he said regretfully. "I guess I just got so caught up in this whole treasure-hunting thing that I lost sight of what's truly important to me. But still, it's no excuse. I was the one who dragged you into this, I should've been attentive enough."

You turned your head and kissed his palm, a silent way of saying it was okay. He felt like he was about to melt.

"And I'm sorry for taking so goddamn long to tell you how I feel," Nathan admitted.

"Yeah well," you hummed, smiling at him sweetly. "We're both at fault on that one,"

"Still, I'm sorry," he whispered, brushing the tip of his nose against yours. "For everything."

You nodded, a smile on your lips. "I can't say I forgive yet—"

"Understandable."

"But hey," you hummed, leaning closer. "You have plenty of time to grovel and make up for it."

Nathan chuckled, brushing his lips against yours with a whisper, "Can I start with a kiss?"

You nodded with that cute giggle of yours, one that still echoed as he finally closed the distance.

So many things filled him up at once—soft, sweet, warm. So many emotions rattling his heart as your lips molded into one—relief, passion, love.

It was gratifying, a kiss he'd been dreaming of for as long as he could remember. But, with your fingers in his hair and his hands on your waist, your warm body flushed to his with no space in between, nothing could ever compare to the real thing.

And yes, it was going to take some time to repair the cracks that were made in your relationship. But he was willing to wait and do whatever it takes to gain your full trust back.

Nathan didn't care how long or how much work it would take, as long as at the end of every day, you came back home to him—it was more than worth it.

-:-:-:-:-:-:-

"Kid, are you even listening to me?"

"Sorry, Sully," Nathan said unapologetically. "But whatever the wife says, goes and her plan is usually better than yours."

"I'm technically not your wife yet," you giggled, your engagement ring glinting as you continued bypassing the security cameras using your phone.

"Technically, yes," he agreed, shrugging. "But in my head, you've been my wife ever since you put that ring on."

"Always thinking ahead, huh?" You finished up the job, slipping your phone into your pocket before turning to him with a raised brow.

"Oh yeah," he hummed, pulling you closer by the waist. "And once we get married, in my head, we already have three kids."

"Three?" you choked out a laugh.

"Five?"

"Let's start with one and see where that goes."

"We should definitely practice later."

"Do I always have to remind you two that this is an open line?"

"Oh we know," Nathan hummed, kissing you with a loud smack which earned an annoyed groan. He then gestured at the door with a bow. "After you, Mrs. Drake."

"Still up for debate."

"I'd take your last name any day."

"I was thinking hyphenated."

"Not a bad shout."

"Get moving you two!"

"Sully, you're getting so close to getting your wedding invite revoked."

You laughed at that.

Nathan couldn't resist kissing you once more.

"Let's go," you giggled against his lips. "We still have treasure to find."

"I'm in no rush," he shrugged, brushing his nose against yours. He was sure his eyes were glowing with pure adoration. "Already got the best one right here."

You groaned and called him cheesy but you still kissed him anyway.

Treasure be damned, with you by his side, Nathan was the richest man alive.

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[xxxsaturnxx]

Morning

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Pairing: Sam Drake x F!Reader

Summary: You wake up next to sam drake, your longtime boyfriend who just proposed to you the night before

Warning: 18+/suggestive content, language,

A/N: I dont really write but… Ta da????? I also posted this on ao3 if you’d like to check that out

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You stir awake to the feeling of Sam lightly kissing your neck and you snake a hand up his neck and to his jawline.

“Mmm, good morning to you too,” you groggily whisper to him as you tried to push yourself further into him and feel the warmth he was producing. “So, thoughts on last night?” looking up from your neck, he raised an eyebrow at you.

You put a finger on your chin as if you were in deep thought “Hmmm, last night, ya know, I don’t think I remember much of anything happening last night. Would you care to remind me of last nights events, Mr. Drake?”

He chuckles as he slowly crawls up your body so you were then eye to eye. “Well Ms. ‘soon to be Mrs. Drake,’ I’ll try my best,” He grins as he pulls you into a loving kiss.

His hands caressing your naked body leaving no inch of skin untouched. Your hands tangled in his hair while you wrapped your legs around his waist. He breaks the kiss as your need for air grew unbearable.

“Mmmh sweetheart the things you do to me,” He groaned breathlessly against your lips. Sam gave you one final peck on the lips as he trailed down your body mumbling sweet nothings till he reached your thighs.

He glances up at you through his eyelashes while nibbling the inside of your thighs. Sam held eye contact for just a second before he delved into your folds, the bridge of his nose rubbing against your clit.

You gasp his name and grab the back of his head pushing him deeper into you. Your head sinking deeper into the pillow as you let a few whimpers out. The room filled with your moans and the squelching sounds Sam was pulling from you.

The combined sensations of Sam’s muffled groans and the addition of two fingers brought you closer to the edge. Your thighs trembling and your moans growing louder signaling Sam how close you are.

“F-fuck Sam… Baby please,” you begged, pawing at his scalp.

“Hush, darling, I know,” He mumbled against your skin, his free hand soothing over your shaking legs. Your climax hit you fast and hard and left you seeing stars. Your thighs clamping down on Sam’s head holding him there while you rode out your orgasm.

“Fuck, Sam! Please, please, please!” You screamed breathlessly as you went limp.

“Oh, is that your way of asking for a second round?”

“Oh God, please, no, not yet!” you pleaded as Sam crawled back up cradling you in his arms. You breathed in his scent and kissed his chest and neck following the path of his tattoos.

His hand rubbing up and down your back went still as you looked up at him. “What there something on my face?” He chuckled.

“Well yeah but that’s not what I’m looking at,” you laughed. Then pulled him down for another heated kiss. You could taste yourself on his lips as Sam changes positions. So he’s back between your legs, you can feel his hard cock on your thigh.

Sam starts to grinding his cock back and forth between your folds. Smearing your slick on his cock. He reaches in between the two of you and positions himself in front of your entrance. You both groan as he enters you, Sam sliding all the way until your hips meet.

“Shit darling… how are you still so damn tight.” Sam gaped while grabbing your hips. He set an almost animalistic pace, every now and then leaning down to kiss you.

You hands started to wander from your sides as you became more and more desperate for release. Whimpers and his name were the only things coming out of your mouth, your mind too clouded to even think of other things to say.

Sam’s hips soon losing rhythm, signaling that he too was close to his climax. Sam leaned down to your neck he bites down slightly groaning into your skin as he rides through his orgasm.

“Fuck baby… God i love you.” Sam muttered against your skin, your bodies still tangled you move your hand to pet his hair. Sam lightly kissed your sore skin slowly getting off and out of you.

When he pulled out you both groaned at how sensitive you both are. your breathing was almost completely calmed while Sam’s was only now starting to calm down. He got up from the bed and walked to the bathroom.

Naturally you stare when from the ceiling to his ass as he left. When Sam returned he had put on boxers and had a damp wash cloth in his hand. You hummed when Sam kissed your forehead before he cleaned you up.

Sam returned the wash cloth to the bathroom before he went right back into bed with you. “We should really shower, huh?” You whispered as you laid your head on his chest.

“Later sweetheart just let me enjoy some time with my beautiful new fiancé.” He whispered back as he rubbed your arm slightly closing his eyes.

You gazed up at him ready to spend the rest of your life married to Samuel Drake.

[cidade-tempero]

UNCHARTED FANDOM COME BACK TO LIFE!!!!

@cryptidcoreenjoyer 's au (@uc-fakeadoption-au )

[hogarthwrites]

Happily Never After

pairing: samuel drake/femme!reader (m/f)

genre: hurt, angst

words: 1091

summary:

Sam deals with heartbreak for the first time.

Samuel Drake approached love apathetically. To him, it was something that came and went, like a passionate night with a beautiful stranger. He didn’t believe in “happily ever after” unless it involved an unfathomable amount of treasure, so he had let every romantic opportunity pass him by.

That was, until he met her. She was the hurricane that crashed through the door of his heart, blowing him away with emotions he never knew he could feel before. He couldn’t get her out of his head the first few months they started dating, and he almost felt like a fool, acting like a silly schoolboy in love. But there it was: love.

Sam knew it the moment he woke up one Sunday morning and she turned to smile at him, adoring the wrinkles at the corners of her eyes.

“Good morning,” was all she said and that was it; he had bought her a ring that very afternoon and proposed.

Of course, it wasn’t always all good. There were days they’d argue, especially when Sam had to go away for months again. But the moment he stepped back into their apartment, their clothes strewn on the floor, all was forgiven.

Or, at least that’s what Sam had thought until the moment he stood at the altar, staring at the heavy wooden doors. He had spent weeks wondering how she’d look entering those very doors, hoping she’d give him that smile he fell so deeply in love with, but as the clock ticked, he started to get nervous.

Nathan gave Sam a worried look, but he shook his head. She wouldn’t leave him like that, right?

He glanced at his watch; it’s been an hour and a half since the wedding started, and guests were starting to whisper.

“I’m sorry, kid,” Victor quietly said.

Sam’s hands fell to his sides, suddenly he couldn’t feel his legs and there was a lump in his throat. He couldn’t believe she would stand him up.

“Sam…” He could feel Nathan grab his shoulders, but he shoved him away.

He made his way out of the chapel, and, almost as if out of habit, started to climb the steeple. His heart hurt, but he climbed, feeling the chilly Boston air as he made his way up. He couldn’t believe he was back in this city he’d hated growing up, thinking this new beginning with the love of his life would’ve changed how he felt about it. Instead, he was sitting on the roof of an old church, his heart shattered into pieces again.

At that moment, he felt like a kid again, when Frank left him and Nathan at the orphanage. At just eleven years old, Sam couldn’t understand why his own father didn’t want them anymore. He had cried and cried on the roof of one of the orphanage dorms, feeling sour about the sermon Father Duffy had given earlier that day. If God was real, why would he let us feel this way, he had thought. 

Decades later, Sam had the same thought, wondering what he had done to make her go, and if he even still deserved love. 

“No one else in the world, baby,” she had told him just a few months ago as they lounged on the sofa, bathed in sunlight. She gave him a kiss as she held up her hand with the stunning ring he had given her. “Just you and me.”

The memory hurt him more. 

“Hey, Sam, I’m so sorry,” Sam felt a strong hand on his shoulder.

Nathan stood next to him, worry cast over his face. 

“It’s fine,” Sam waved a dismissive hand at him. “I’m fine. I’ve been through prison, what’s a little heartbreak, huh?”

Nathan sighed as he sat next to him. “You’re not fine. You know it’s okay to let it out, right?”

“Yeah,” Sam looked out into the horizon. “Fuck,” his voice broke as the tears started falling again. “Fuck, I don’t want to be dramatic, but this shit hurts more than a goddamn bullet.”

“Love will do that to you.”

“Fuck that,” Sam almost laughed. “What did I do?”

Nathan shrugged. “Did she give any indication of leaving?”

“No,” Sam scoffed. “Or maybe I didn’t see it because I’m a goddamn asshole.”

“Don’t be so hard on yourself, it could be anything.”

Sam stared down at his hand. If things had gone right, he would’ve been wearing a ring by now. 

Nathan had never seen his older brother this vulnerable, he felt bad he didn’t know what to say. And so, the Drake brothers sat side by side as Sam quietly cried.

“I might as well go home,” Sam sighed. 

“Are you sure? You can stay with me and Elena for a while.”

“Nah, I need some time alone.”

Sam gave Nathan a sad smile. “Thanks, though, I ‘ppreciate it.”

The apartment was freezing when Sam came in. She had packed up all her things, but left a note on her side of the bed. Written neatly on a folded piece of paper was his name in black ink that had run because of her tears. 

Sam sat on the cold wooden floor as he unfolded the letter.

Dear Sam,

I want you to know this isn’t something I just decided to do. You’ve always been good to me, and I’ve never loved a man more than I’ve loved you, but the past few months have been tough with you always away. I spent so many nights so afraid you wouldn’t come home, wondering what you were doing, wanting to reach out, but I couldn’t.

Sam, I can’t live like this. I can’t live being afraid that the man I love will just be taken away from me at any given time, but I can’t make you walk away from treasure hunting. I know better than to compete with a man’s first love. 

I never wanted to hurt you like this, but I just can’t marry you with this fear in my heart. I hope you understand. 

I’m sorry, Sam.

Sam tossed the letter to the floor. Solitary confinement in a Panamanian prison seemed like a better option than the torture he felt at that moment. 

“Why didn’t you just tell me?” He whispered as he buried his head between his knees. “Fuck.”

He crawled into the bed he had shared with her, the smell of her perfume faintly lingering, making him feel like he was being stabbed in the heart a hundred times. He knew “happily ever after” wasn’t real.

[thepaperpanda]

Blankets and Cuddles || Sam Drake x fem!reader

Masterlist ❄

Summary: The winter can be difficult for Sam Drake, especially when his old wounds flare up as the weather changes. Thankfully, you seem to have a remedy for everything 😊

Warnings: none

Word count: 672

Author: Cass

A/N: today’s prompt: blankets and cuddling Devider by Firefly Graphics - ⛄

As for Sam, winter time was about 50/50. It was fun because of Christmas; he enjoyed spending time with his family and friends; playing with Cassy and quiet evenings were some of his favorites. In contrast, Sam sometimes really didn't feel well, all thanks to that stupid, old-fun wounds - those painful souvenirs loved to act up during winter season. Pain made him quiet and blue, he wasn't in the mood for anything.

That was why you were worried most of the time when he wasn't all well. There was always something to worry about. It was Sam who was and always would be your beloved treasure hunter, always willing to take you along to the craziest jobs. You took care of him at home and at work, so you felt bad that you couldn't relieve his pain.

Sam's voice caught your attention as you were cooking soup for the two of you in the kitchen.

“Sweetheart, where are my painkillers?” Drake asked.

It was just one of those days. After gazing over your shoulder, you sighed softly and opened a cabinet to grab the little bottle, fill a glass with water, and go to bed.

Sam was sitting at his desk. During the colder months, when there were no discoveries to be made, Sam enjoyed writing about his adventures. As you approached him, he closed the laptop and looked at you sadly.

As you handed him the pill and the glass, you said quietly, "Here." 

While your hand moved through his hair, Sam muttered a soft 'thank you' and swallowed the pill instantly.

"I guess it will be another evening in bed," he chuckled and nuzzled your belly. "I know I promised you a walk this evening, but I don't think I can keep my promise, I'm so sorry."

While shaking your head, your hand rested on his nape; you hated when he apologized like this, he did nothing wrong, it was all beyond his control, yet he still kept on apologizing. "Love, don't be silly. I understand. There won't be an end to the world today. We'll be able to take a stroll some other time."

"I guess I'll lie down," he sighed.

As you stroked his hair, you nodded. "That's a good idea. Warm beds are good."

Likewise, Sam got up from the chair and kissed your forehead before walking away.

As soon as he left the room, you returned to the kitchen to make sure the dinner wouldn't burn down.

As much as you wanted to serve the soup immediately after it was prepared, you stopped yourself. Sam still didn't come down to you, which meant he was still not feeling well, so it wasn't worth forcing him.

Taking a seat on a high chair, you hummed while thinking of ways to relieve your man's pain. After a few minutes of contemplation, you snapped your fingers and figured it all out.

Sam woke up to the door opening, and there you were, standing in your short pjs, holding the few blankets you owned.

You didn't say anything - you simply removed the duvet on your side, took a seat, then patted your legs a little before sliding down.

After watching you for a moment, he settled between your legs, wrapping his arms around you.

Your smile spread across your face as you kissed the top of his head before covering him with a duvet and covering him with blankets to create extra warmness for him. 

Thanks to you, Sam was already feeling better. He nuzzled your belly and hummed.

Wrapping your arms around him, you whispered, "I can tell you like it."

He nodded. "I have you close to me. That's the best medicine."

You gently squeezed him before making sure the blankets were properly positioned on him.

Cuddling like this, surrounded by blankets, both you and Sam drifted off into a deep sleep. Your knowledge of how to help even in times of pain was impressive. He never received a better gift than you.

[cockslutpadalecki]

Seven Minutes In Heaven

Summary: There’s no escaping your crush when you’re literally locked in beside him.

Characters: Nathan Drake x F!Reader.

Words: 1.8K.

Warnings: explicit sexual content, heavy sexual tension, mention of panic attacks, claustrophobia, female masturbation, male masturbation, 18+.

A/N: Got inspired by the scene in Uncharted where Nathan and Sully are hiding in the trunk of Moncado’s car which led me to this… Beta: @princessmisery666 but all the general bullshit is entirely mine.

The darkness is overwhelming, but the heat— oh god, the heat— the heat is stifling to the point where you think you’re going to start hallucinating. Sweat gathers across your forehead, on the nape of your neck, between the valley of your breasts, in the crease of your thighs— anywhere it makes you uncomfortable and you ache to wipe it away, but the lack of space means that’s practically impossible. Your skin itches from the warmth, prickles every time you move.

But above being unable to see and the heat and sweat making you delirious, it’s the feel of Nate behind you that truly drives you to the brink of insanity.

You can tell it’s unbearable for him too. You can feel in the minute movements he makes as he tries to get into a position that doesn’t cause his dick to brush against your ass. But regardless of how hard he tries, you still feel him pressing up against you, the hardness of his cock making your stomach tighten.

Whose idea was it to lay like this? And more importantly, what jackass decided hiding in the trunk of Moncado’s car was even an option? You’ll kill Sully the next time you see him. You know he did this on purpose. He’s always mocking you for your crush and what better way to force you to confront your affection than locking you away with the person who holds it?

It’s like the hell version of seven minutes in heaven.

Sucking in a shallow breath, you close your eyes and try to concentrate on focusing your mind elsewhere. Snow. Iced tea. Root beer floats. Winter. My refrigerator at home.

“You alright?“ Nate whispers from behind you. His breath is hot against your shoulder, but somehow it cools you for a fraction of a second as he speaks.

“Yeah, just… hot,” you huff out.

He lets out a little laugh. “I feel that.”

You try to shift your ass away, but your knees knock hard against the side of the trunk and you curse through gritted teeth.

“What did you do?” he asks.

“Hit my knee,” you hiss, trying to rub the throb away. “If we don’t suffocate in here, I swear I’m gonna ring Sully’s neck.”

Nate laughs softly. The harmonious sound sends a wave of arousal straight through you, and you quickly chastise yourself. 

Now is not the time to get horny, no matter how good it feels to have him this close.

He moves again and the swell of his cock is more prominent now. You groan under your breath, but in the quiet confines of the car, no sound is lost.

“Did you hit your knee again?”

“No, I… I’m fine,” you quickly shut down.

He doesn’t respond this time, and just the sound of his breathing fills the trunk. Steady but shallow. You wish you could say the same. Your chest is getting rapidly tighter and each intake of air hurts the back of your throat. Despite the lack of sight, you can still envision the sides closing in around you. Claustrophobia is starting to get to you, and you begin to feel a panic attack building.

“Are you sure you’re okay?”

“I’m fine,” you snap a little too firmly, but your shaky voice gives you away.

“Hey,” Nate says softly, placing a hand on your waist, “breath with me.” You stiffen beneath his touch as he talks you through your anxiety, calmly breathing in and out while encouraging you to do the same. You’d usually be annoyed by the way he’s mollycoddling you, but the slow, gentle tone in which he speaks helps to focus your thoughts away from your rising panic. “I’m right here, you’re gonna be alright.”

He rubs his thumb back and forth across your flesh, perfectly in time with his directions. Your breathing levels out, but the feeling of his skin in contact with yours makes you tense further— replacing panic with prurience.

Nate stops. “Is this not helping?”

“Um yeah, it i-is, I j-just…” you manage to stutter as your hips unconsciously roll against his crotch. This time, it’s Nate’s turn to stiffen and you can practically hear him swallow inside the blanket of ebony.

“How about this?” he croaks, his hand sliding over the curve of your hips and splays it wide across your stomach. Your voice is lost in your throat as you try to answer him, instead a pained whine escapes. “Do you want me to stop?” he adds, pausing his touch just above the waistband of your pants.

The silence feels like it’s extending on forever as, ‘yes’ teases across your lips. You want Nate so much, but do you really want your first intimate interaction with him to be like this, where you can’t even see him?

Not having him be able to see the giddy look in my eye might be a good thing.

You take too long to answer and he starts to move his hand away, just as you stammer out a shaky, “N-no.”

Nate’s hand resumes its path down your front, slowly— testing— just in case you suddenly change your mind, but you don’t.

Something tickles at the nape of your neck, followed quickly by wet heat.

Oh god, he’s kissing me.

Tender, soft kisses that make your thighs tighten.

“Feeling better?” Nate checks between pressing his lips to your neck and then to the curve of your shoulder. You nod, forgetting he can’t see you.

“Mmhm,” you hum when he pauses again and almost instantly, his fingers move beneath the waistband of your pants. You suck in a sharp breath, your need for him now desperate as he reaches between the slope of your thighs and slowly rubs you through your drenched underwear. 

“I’d say you’re feeling a lot better,” he laughs, giving your shoulder a little teasing bite. 

You don’t hold back your whimper as you grind into his lap, your inhibitions lowering the minute you hear Nate mutter, “oh fuck,” into your skin. The corners of your lips twitch, threatening a smile, the more you feel him swell against you. 

The harder he strokes you through your panties, the more you roll back into him, and in turn, it causes the whole process to repeat itself until he’s groaning heavily in your ear. 

“Roll over. Face me.”

It’s tough given the limited space, but you manage to do so, placing your hands against his chest when you’re finally in position. One hand slips down to your ass, and with a light tap, he encourages you to lift your leg over his thigh. It’s not comfortable by any means, but the pain in your knee rubbing against the roof of the trunk is long forgotten when he moves his hand back between your thighs. Expertly popping open your pant button with his thumb, Nate finally shoves his fingers beneath the fabric of your panties and cups your pussy tight.

He eagerly gathers your wetness across his fingertips, coating them liberally until he’s slowly breaching your velvet heat. The stretch is magnificent.

As he slides knuckle deep, you let out an involuntary cry and you suddenly feel his spare hand searching for you in the dark. When he finally finds the nape of your neck, he tugs you towards him and presses your lips messily together. You groan into his open mouth, and Nate swallows it down with a moan of his own. 

His grip around your neck loosens, curling his hand around one of yours, and pushes it south until it rests on his hard cock. You gasp a little as he helps you to unbuckle his belt, his urgency palpable even beneath the curtain of obsidian. 

Nate’s heavy and silky hot in your palm when you finally wrap your fingers around it, and the noise that escapes him is nothing short of disgusting. 

He uses his thumb to nudge your clit each time he fucks his fingers back inside you— dirty, sloppy wet sounds that threaten to shatter the once awkward silence between you. Hungrily, he licks along the seam of your lips, whispering instructions to you in between kisses. 

Harder. Faster. Right there. 

You don’t even need to tell him how to get you off— it’s like he already knows what you crave and you’re soon on the edge, gasping against his damp lips, begging to come. 

“Shit, can’t wait to get out of this car,” he grits out, teeth nipping at your lips and jaw. “Show you what I really wanna do to you when I have more room.” 

“Oh yeah? Li-like what?” you breathlessly ask.

“I’d make you come on my tongue,” he puffs. “Then bend you over and fuck you across the hood.”

Jesus.

You splinter at his words, your cries muffled by Nate’s mouth heavy against yours. Stars explode in your vision as your body tenses, only sagging against him when the last of your euphoric tremors subside. You nibble down on his lips, whispering how good he feels in your grasp and he’s soon coming with a deep growl, his seed hot on your skin as it spurts all over your hand. 

A sudden thud on the top of the trunk makes you both jump. You quickly let go of his cock as Nate removes his hand from deep inside your panties and he hastily tucks himself away, his knuckles occasionally knocking against the side of your thigh. Another thud makes you welp in fear and Nate shoves his hand over your mouth to stifle any further noise. You can smell yourself on his fingers. Can feel the dampness of your orgasm still clinging to his skin, and it makes your stomach tighten all over again. 

Yet another sound comes from above you— like the distinct shift of a key in the lock and you stiffen in fear, preparing to meet your maker at the hands of Moncado’s men. Sudden bright light floods into the tiny space, making you squint as your eyes try to adjust. The rush of cold air is like heaven against your skin and even though Nate’s hand is still over your mouth and sticky from your juices, you don’t hesitate to suck in a huge gulp of oxygen, your lungs swelling in content. When the temporary blindness passes, you both catch sight of Sully standing over you, a smirk pulling at the corners of his lips as he takes in the messy scene below. 

“Can’t leave you two alone for five minutes,” Sully jokes, and you finally look towards Nate for the first time since being locked in the small space together. He still looks the same, but inexplicably there’s something different about him now— a new kind of twinkle in his eyes, a distinct curl in his lips, a dewy sheen to his skin. 

Nate smiles wide at you, dropping his hand from your mouth, and runs his thumb over your plump bottom lip. He lets out a light, airy laugh, eyes still trained firmly on you while his words are aimed at Sully, “Don’t sound so disgusted man, you knew what was gonna happen when I asked you to lock us in here.”

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[last-uncharted-land]

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this is a pretty experimental au in which i make use of the tlou universe, but shape the story around the uncharted characters (particularly, young Nate and Sully from the 3rd game's flashback, and the occasional familiar face from their storyline).

the main characters from both universes will not be interacting with each other in a meaningful way. again, this exists as a way to try my hand at somewhat fitting the uncharted characters into the tlou universe without completely discarding the uc storyline.

art by my sister, @cidade-tempero (i only added in the title in the proper font ^^)

story overview under the cut

aka Nate and Sully's journey to find Sam (who disappeared over a year ago) ;

basically, sam and nate were from the Boston QZ (because in UC4, the orphanage is there) and lived in one of the FEDRA boarding schools;

At some point, Sam decides he's going to leave FEDRA school because he doesn't want to kill fireflies (but he doesn't want to be a firefly either);

he ends up becoming a smuggler (Joel and Tess style) and doing his best to save up food cards and resources to eventually get Nathan out of there too ;

at some point Sam gets a pretty good job that would make enough to go ahead with their plan if he managed to complete. the problem is that, unlike everything he's ever done, he would have to leave the QZ and go relatively far — like out the walls far;

Nate doesn't like the idea but there's nothing he can do about it, really;

Sam says that if he doesn't come back in a year it's because he's fucked up and there's no point looking for him. he leaves instructions on what to do if this happens;

almost a year passes and he hasn't come back, so Nate concludes he ha no choice but to go after him. just like that, the attempts to escape from Boston begin;

these attempts are always thwarted by the same guy: that's right, you guessed it. Sully!

in this au, he was basically working with FEDRA. that's because he was in the navy before and so on, and because he was the best paid at ZQ. For him, payment was payment, no matter where it came from;

he was the only guard who always caught Nate trying to climb the QZ walls before he could get out. but he never arrested or reported him, to the point that they were more or less friends after a few months of that;

eventually, Sully is assigned to take part in the execution work in the quarantine zone and it is at this point that he decides that he is done working with FEDRA. he couldn't stay there either because refusing to do a job like that was pretty much asking to be murdered;

he waits for the right moment and the next time Nate tries to escape, he helps and they both get away;

they initially travel together out of convenience (Sully doesn't really have anywhere to go, and Nate doesn't have enough experience to get by on his own in the whole fucked up world). with time, their relationship starts to develop as it would in their own storyline (don't worry, we're getting that found family!)

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so thoughts? while i already started actually writing the fic, if you wanna give any suggestions or requests, the inbox is open!

[kiwixlime]

Right Here, Right Now

U is for Uncle

A big change is coming to you and Sam. Hopefully he’s ready…

Pairing: Samuel Drake x Female Reader

Warnings: This is just some much needed fluff.

The cold tile of the bathroom floor is the only sensation keeping you grounded, letting you know you’re still alive and breathing. Shock paralyzes you, rendering you glued to the floor with your back pressed against the cabinet of the sink. In your hand is your future, and you don’t know what to do. 

“Babe!” Sam calls from the other side of the bathroom door, obviously concerned that you’ve been in there for ten minutes now. “Are you okay? You’ve been in there forever… If you’re sick, we can cancel. Nate and Elena will understand.” 

His voice holds concern, and you know that you should answer him before he decides to break down the door. But you can’t. You literally can’t think. Every part of you is frozen as your eyes bore into the stupid fucking stick in your hand. The stupid fucking stick with two pink lines glaring right at you. 

“Baby, you’re really starting to freak me out,” he laughs, but you can hear the tension behind it. He’s worried about you. “Hey, please answer me. You’re alive, right?” 

Your mouth falls open, but all that manages to come out is a raspy squeak. Sam’s knocking furiously at the door, and you close your eyes, squeezing the pregnancy test tightly in your palm. You feel your nails digging at your skin, another reminder that this is real. You are really here. You are pregnant. 

“Honey,” Sam laments as he jiggles the handle on the door. “Please, come out.” 

You take one last look at the test before wrapping it in tissue and throwing it into the trash can. Fuck that. With all your strength, you manage to get up on your feet, wash your hands, and look at yourself in the mirror. Your face has paled some, and your eyes look dead and cold. Sam’s going to know something is seriously wrong if you don’t attempt to freshen up. 

“I’m okay!” You finally say as you swallow the lump in your throat. You have cried enough for now. “Sorry, just… I wasn’t feeling all that well. I’m better now,” you lie, turning off the sink. You pinch your cheeks to bring some color back to them and rub at your eyes so they have a little life in them. After taking a few deep breaths, you feel it’s safe to open the door. 

Sam takes a few steps back when the door opens, and you come out, eyes barely glancing at him. He offers a smile, curiosity still eating him alive, but he doesn’t want to push you. Instead, Sam reaches a hand out, gently cupping your face and tilting your chin up. He forces eye contact, and your stomach fills with butterflies. 

“Everything good?” He whispers to which you nod, nuzzling your nose against his palm. He makes a small noise of approval and pulls you into him, hugging you tightly. Resting his chin on your head, he rubs your back in comforting circles. “Do you want to stay home?” He asks you without stopping his motions. 

“No,” you shake your head, putting on a smile. “I’ve been waiting to see Elena and…Cassie.” Your stomach flips at the mention of Sam’s niece. She’s a wonderful kid, and you love her to pieces. You know Sam does as well. But that doesn’t mean either of you is ready for one of your own. 

He can tell that something’s not quite right with you. But he knows better than to prod anymore. You’ll tell him when you’re comfortable. As long as it’s not life-threatening, as long as you aren’t in any danger, he’ll be patient. He’ll always be patient when it comes to you. 

“Okay,” he decides to accept your lies, giving your hands a comforting squeeze before letting them go. “Why don’t you finish up here and I’ll get the car started? Do you want me to grab Cassie’s present?” 

“I got it,” you say softly as you follow him out of your bedroom. “I just need some water and I’ll be good to go.” You grab the neatly wrapped gift from the countertop, tucking it safely under your arm as you head to the sink to grab some water. 

The cool liquid feels refreshing as you sip it down, rehydrating yourself from all the crying and, well, vomiting. Fuck, how could this have happened? You and Sam are always careful, right? Maybe not always. There was that time after he got back from a trip with Sully. Neither of you could wait. So you jumped his bones in the car. 

The more you think about it, the timing adds up. God damn your hormones. God damn Sam for being so addicting. Whenever you’re far away from him for too long, it’s like you go through withdrawals, and you’ll do anything to get your next fix. Even fucking him as soon as he gets off the damn plan. 

As you set the glass down, you chance looking over at him. You love him so much. And you’ve talked about your future together. You know he wants to be with you forever. He’s told you numerous times. But you’ve never talked about kids. 

You see the way he is with Cassie, and it warms your heart. He adores that little girl, and he’s so good with her. But it’s different when they’re not your own. He doesn’t have to provide for Cassie, take care of her, or raise her. They can have their fun uncle/niece time where he talks about his time in prison and takes her on small adventures with Sully. And at the end of the day, he can send her home to her parents and come back to your empty, childless apartment. 

But Sam isn’t the only one in this relationship. Your feelings matter, too. This is a huge decision for both of you. And as you look at him, you wonder if this will be the end of you and him. 

“Hey,” he calls out, bringing you back to Earth once more. “Are you sure everything is alright?” 

“Yes,” you say quickly, masking your nerves with a smile. “Let’s go. We’re already late!” 

Rather than ask again, Sam nods and exits the apartment, you following after him. As he locks the door, you bite your lip and think about all the adjustments you’d have to make. Would you move into a house? Would you stay in this apartment? Will you even be together? Will you even have this kid? 

“Oh, no way!” Cassie yells as she unwraps the gift you and Sam picked up for her on your latest travels. It’s a hardcover all-weather journal with sewn-in pages and a set of all-weather pens. The cover is decorated in ocean blue and a toucan engraved in the corner with a personalized inscription on the first page. You and Sam were in the Amazon on an excavation when you were told about a local shop that creates custom-made journals and notebooks. Sam knew Cassie took after Nathan and loved to document everything she could while on an escapade. He thought it would be perfect for her. 

“You like it?” Sam asks with excitement. “This one picked the color,” he says, looking at you. 

“It’s perfect!” Cassie exclaims and jumps up to hug Sam and then you. 

With your hormones out of whack, you nearly cry at her embrace. Her arms enclose around you with such love and warmth, you can only imagine if you had a daughter. A daughter who was like you, strong and resilient, but with a secret soft side. 

Sam watches you two with a smile, and then you think, what if you had a son? A son who took after his father. A son who was so annoying and so stubborn, but so full of love and compassion. 

What if you had a child who was the perfect combination of Sam and you? Would you want that? Would Sam? 

“I, uh,” you clear your throat and remove Cassie’s arms from around you, regretfully. She doesn’t mind, running back to pick up her journal to show her parents. Sam gives you a questionable look, but you brush him off. “Let’s go see if they need help,” you say flatly. 

Before Sam can stop you, you’re out of sight, heading towards the back door to check on Elena and Nate. His heart sinks a little, worried that you have something on your mind that you’re not sharing with him. You’re never like this. You and he talk about everything. You don’t have secrets. 

It bothers him deeply, but now is not the time or place to have a discussion about your silence. So he follows you outside, smiling as Elena walks over to you, taking his spot next to Nathan. He grabs a beer and cracks it open, leaning against the railing of the porch. 

He quickly downs half of the bottle causing Nathan to cock his head in amusement. “What the hell is on your mind?” Nathan asks, hiding his laughter. 

Sam wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, his eyes never leaving you. You look sad, scared even, and he hates it. He hates not knowing what’s going on in that pretty head of yours. 

“Just thinkin’,” Sam says before taking another swig. “It’s good to see Cassie,” he states with a nod at the girl who is already writing something down in her journal. “She’s getting big.” 

“Yeah,” Nathan grins with pride. “She’s so smart, Sam. She amazes me every single day. Like, I can’t believe I’m a dad. I can’t believe that’s my kid, you know? I mean, she and Elena always gang up on me, but I wouldn't have it any other way." 

Sam grins listening to Nathan gush about his family. To be honest, Sam always thought about having kids, but it was a distant reflection, one tucked in the very back corners of his mind. It wasn’t until Nathan and Elena settled down that it became more prevalent. And then he met you. And he knew from the moment he first kissed you that he loved you and he wanted to spend forever with you. 

But kids… That was such a sensitive topic, especially in the line of work both of you are in. Perhaps it’s something you should have discussed before getting serious. 

“I’m proud of you Nathan,” Sam says, clinking his bottle against his brother’s. “You’ve grown to be quite the impressive man,” he adds. “Though, I’m still the hotter brother.” 

Nathan laughs, shaking his head. “Yeah, keep telling yourself that.” He looks at you and then back at Sam. “I know you’re still growing up,” he says, earning a smack to the back of the head from his brother. “Hey, ouch,” Nathan grunts. “I’m just saying! You lost a lot of time and I know you’re still catching up, but you’re not doing so bad for yourself. I guess I’m proud of you, too.” 

Sam smirks, accepting the compliment. Why would he reject such nice sentiments? He’s not stupid. 

“So, what’s next for you two?” Nathan quizzes, curious to hear about your next expedition. “Big plans with Sully? I hear he’s looking for a big score overseas. I’m sure you guys will tag along, right? You’re still chasing those risky enterprises, aren’t you?” 

“Hmm,” Sam hums, trying to process his brother’s words, but he can’t keep his eyes off you. The smile is back on your face, and every once in a while, you glance over at him, a twinkle in your eye. God, you’re so beautiful. And he’s so relieved to see you somewhat back to normal. Whatever you and Elena talked about must’ve really helped. 

“Hey!” Nathan nudges his brother. “Are you even listening to me?” 

“What?” Sam asks though he’s hardly invested in the conversation. He’s too busy watching you and Cassie bond. Something about the scene sends his heart into overdrive. Suddenly visions of you and him traveling the world blur into visions of a family, something like what Nathan and Elena have. 

He shakes his head, sending those thoughts away. Ignoring Nathan, he walks to where you sit at the picnic table. Cassie went to play with the dog, and Elena went inside to grab drinks. So he finally gets you alone. 

“Hey, baby,” he murmurs, slinging an arm around your shoulder. “You look like you’re feeling better?” 

You nod and lean into him. “I am. Much better. Thank you. And I’m sorry if I scared you,” you frown, snuggling against him. “I didn’t mean to.” 

“Don’t worry about it, princess,” he says. “I’m just glad you’re okay.” He kisses the top of your head and lets his eyes drift to Cassie once more. His heart lurches in his chest as a thought crosses his mind. This probably isn’t the best time to bring something like this up, but he has to say it, get it out, and know your thoughts. 

“Sam?” You whisper, noticing the change in his posture. 

“I want one,” Sam blurts out. 

You blink a few times, wondering if you missed a piece of the conversation somehow. “What?” 

“Cassie,” he says, exhaling deeply. “I want one.” 

Okay, you think. Best not to jump to conclusions. Sam could mean anything by saying that. Caught off guard, you shift in your seat and think over your next words carefully. “Like, you want to kidnap your niece or --” 

“A kid,” he finishes for you. “I want a kid.” 

Eyes widening, you can feel your heart race. He’s joking, right? He has to be. Life just doesn’t work out this way! Does it? 

“Are you serious?” You ask in a whisper, hands shaking as you grab the fabric of your dress. 

He nods, turning to look at you, worried by the glassiness of your eyes. “Y-yeah,” he stutters. Oh, no. Did he fuck this up? “I-I want one. With you.” 

Tears begin to fall from your eyes, and Sam panics, thinking he said the wrong thing. His face falls as he grabs your cheeks in his hands. You shake your head, smiling through your cries to let Sam know he didn’t do anything wrong. The fear fades from his eyes, but he looks confused, dying to know what’s going on in your head. 

“Well, babe,” you sniffle. “I have some news for you.”

Masterlist

Sam Drake Taglist: @julesclues - @tiredbeebo - @bluewingedangel

[azurethevampire]

Would you write for victor Sullivan and Nathan Drake, maybe with the reader too who’s Nathan’s younger sister but also very close to sully. I thought for a prompt there could be a father daughter dance at school but obviously she has no one to go with but sully’s just like “obviously I’ll go with you’ instead because he’s like the father she (they) never had :,) (also I have not played the game only watched the movie but do with it what you will of course!)

Just as a heads up that I have no freaking idea how these types of dances work in reality 😂

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“I got an interesting email from your school today.” 

You and your brother had been working in silence for the past half an hour, Nathan making dinner preparations and you focused on your homework. Your brother’s words made you frown and lift your gaze up at him as your mind was quickly processing what he had said. What reason would your school possibly have for emailing your brother? You hadn’t skipped any classes or got into any other trouble as far as you knew. Something in Nathan’s tone told you the email couldn’t be about your grades either – which were just fine in your opinion. 

“Oh?” 

“Why didn’t you tell me there is this dance event coming up?” 

Your fingers, which had been playing with your pencil, halted. In fact your whole body froze for a moment, before you got a hold of yourself. 

Then you shrugged, and turned your attention back to your homework. You didn’t want to look at your brother. “Didn’t think of it as a big deal since I’m not going.” 

"What? What do you mean you're not going?" 

Shit. He wasn't about to drop this, was he? You all but slammed your school books closed. "If you don't know what those words together mean, maybe you shouldn't have dropped out of school." 

"Hey!" Nathan sputtered for a moment, giving you time to gather your books. You were about to leave the kitchen, planning to close yourself to the guest bedroom you and your brother shared at Sully's apartment. It'll be temporary, Nathan had said to both you and Sully a month ago when he had first suggested the idea to the older man. Honestly, you think the only reason Sully agreed was because you had become somewhat of a soft spot for him — which he will deny vehemently, if asked. At first Sully had said Nathan could stay where the fuck he wanted and you could stay with him as long as needed. You still weren't sure if he had been joking or not but you and your brother both had moved in with him a few days later.  

A hand around your arm stopped your escape plans. 

"But you love these kinds of things and the dancing", Nathan said, his tone indicating that he had switched to his puzzle solving state of mind. You wished he wouldn't do that. Sometimes – you could admit as much as that – it was useful your big brother could fit strange pieces together and form the truth from seemingly unrelated scatters of information. But when Nathan tried to solve you? His little sister who was on the threshold of adulthood and preferred some things out of her brother's let alone guardian's knowledge? Times like these made you wish Nathan could stop hunting the truth for once. "Why wouldn't you go?" 

Suddenly fed up with this conversation, you yanked your arm away from your brother. "Because it's a stupid father-daughter dance!" 

Nathan blinked. "So? I have gone to one of those with you before, I can come again." 

You stared at your brother. How could he be so dense?! 

"You're not my dad, Nate." 

Nathan flinched at that. "I'm not… I didn't–" 

"You're my big brother and I— I don't want to be that kid again who goes to a father-daughter dance with their brother." 

Nathan didn't say anything for a while, he just looked at you, studied your resolved expression. He lifted his hands up, palms towards you. "I get it. Your decision." 

Your shoulders slumped and you let out a relieved sigh as discreetly as possible. You had been afraid there would be more of a fight, because Nathan had this stupid idea that you shouldn't miss a single thing related to school life and memories you could make during your school years. You were glad you were wrong this time and Nathan gave up. 

"Do you wanna go?" 

"What?" You turned on your heels to face Sully —when had he come in? 

"Jeez, kid, don't make me repeat myself", he grumbled, perfectly aware you had heard his question the first time. 

"I– yeah. But I won't go with Nate so that's it." 

Sully's expression changed into something thoughtful. Then he shook his head, went to his liquor shelf he had in the living room, took a bottle and started pouring a glass. 

You glanced at your brother, eyebrows raised in question. Nathan shrugged but frowned and kept glancing at Sully while stirring the stew he was cooking. 

"I can't believe I'm doing this", Sully's quiet words snapped your attention back to the man. You didn't think he had intended those words to be heard by you.

"I will go with you." 

Your mind took a moment to process those words. Surely you had heard wrong. There was no way Sully of all people had said he would go with you to a school dance. 

"Oh stop looking at me like that before I changed my mind. You don't want to go with your brother, so how about an uncle?"

"Are you dead-serious?" 

Sully grimaced at your choice of words, him not liking the expression. "I am, but I'm starting to regret ever offering so in about ten seco—"

"Yes!" You hurried to say. "An uncle would be fine. Thank you, Sully." 

"Thank me after I have gotten through the night in one piece", the man told you and you laughed. In your chest, you felt warmth spreading. Even if Sully insisted on the uncle thing, for the first time since you could remember, you felt like you had a father in your life.

[the-drakeboys]

Where all my Sam hoes at?!? I MISS YALL SO MUUUUCH. ❤️ HAPPY 2023!

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[nathandrakeisabottom]

HELP: WRITER SEEKS WILL TO WRITE!

Real, and very important question, friends:

do i finally give us my huge oc megafic I've been working on the past two years because the fandom is so 'nate x elena'-drunk that the thought of even trying to write something different that challenges that makes me feel like a terrible fan?? That trying to write something that offers a different take sounds pointless and a recipe for hate comments from a community I want to impress and love and be apart of??

that other fans have hammered home so desperately 'these two can only be together!!' that it feels wrong and almost like... a disservice to this thing I love so dearly to imagine that nate could be attracted to a different, unconventional type of person?? like i'm loving my favorite game and my favorite character... wrong?

the incessant and sheer level of 'elena is the woman who you wife up, chloe is the woman for a short fling.' comments I've experienced while in this fandom have ruined my self-esteem the past few years and made me completely reconsider what my 'role' even is as a woman. because what if you're not EITHER of those types of woman? is there even a place? why the hell are people one thing and one thing alone? when the hell did humanity decide only one type of person should get to experience the full range of love? what the fuck?!

this thing i love dearly has made me feel sub-human, and this work i've been writing was an answer to that. a what-if. what if nobody and nothing was the way it seemed? what if the unexpected and unconventional was possible and even better than the things we've been told for forever to be? what if they all (and i mean ALL) deserved love anyway? what if a woman is neither The Wife (tm) OR The Sensual Fling (tm) (also fuck all the way off Chloe is a deeper, most human, more interesting character than half those folks), and is instead the best friend who draws cartoon dicks on your shoulder in sharpie and is a solid six? is she deserving of love, too? is she deserving of maybe being a wife someday, too? especially if it's to someone like nathan drake?

okay clearly i lied and there are in fact a lot of rhetorical questions in this long post i didnt mean to make so long but point still stands:

do i keep trying to write this story i love when every time i try to write it it makes me feel terrible about myself and the validity of my love for this game?

[inquisitor-of-hearts]

Call Me Yours (Chapter 3)

Sam Drake/Reader

Spoilers for all of Uncharted.

Rating: Teen

Word Count: 1,679

on Ao3

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

What do you mean you’ve been dealing with something? With what?

His words lure you into texting back before you can even contemplate whether it is the right thing to do. Of course not. He had been ignoring you for days and now he was trying to bait you again. Your tears stop, you cannot feel the hurt anymore, only anger as again he does not reply as you wait. You consider calling him, although at this point it was all guessing games. Even showing up at his place was a guessing game and you were not going to be that desperate for someone who ignored you like that. He had been dealing with something? You could hardly believe he had the guts to say this to you.

I’ll tell you later tonight

You squint at the text and cannot believe what he was trying to pull. Instantly you click on his name and it dials his number. The phone rings but nobody picks up. You try again but he still does not pick up. Then yet another time but again with no success. It was ridiculous. He talked about him dealing with things and disregarded your feelings completely, yet all you wanted was clarity. Of course you were not going to get that. Even if you would get any idea on what he was dealing with, he would not acknowledge you. You had been going back and forth for a while but this had to be the peak. Every week a new peak topped the previous one anyway. You got angry at him and at yourself for allowing it each time but yet you reached out for him automatically. How long had it been since you last seen him and now you wondered if you wanted to see him at all. Only during some moments. Most days it was just clarity and honest communication that you wanted.

You throw your phone onto the couch. It was useless. You were just getting yourself worked up. Walking over to the kitchen you pour yourself a drink and start sipping immediately, then look in your fridge and arrange some snacks for yourself. And a bag of potato chips because you really could not be bothered to cook. When you turn on the TV there was another one of those scripted reality shows about how people found love.

“Ugh” you let out in disgust, watching the women who had to put up with all the crap and getting worked up about nothing. You realize you were just like them and this was endless. Then for a second you think back of Sam and realize how he tried to be real with you. Or so it seemed. It does not even take you a minute to doubt your judgement again and you wonder if he was not just cautious in his approach.

Past experiences come back into your mind. Suddenly it becomes mixed with the memories of people in your life who really cared. People who stayed and asked about you. But you had decided to close yourself off.

Another sip from the glass of wine and you drown in a shallow sea where things do not matter. You pull up an app from the smart TV and put up some music, then swirl around. Nothing mattered.

Then you have this brilliant idea to call him again. Of course he does not pick up. You try once more and to your surprise someone picks up the phone.

“Hello?”

“Hey. You’re not at work anymore?” You look outside. It was so dark you could only see the light from the lanterns and the reflections from inside.

“Yeah just came home.”

“What’s the thing you’re dealing with?” you ask right away, but he only sighs. You wait a few minutes before repeating your question. He sighs again but stays quiet.

“Talk to me” you demand in a calm manner.

“I’m just having a hard time at work right now”

“What is it? What’s happening at work?”

Again you are greeted with nothing but silence.

“Look, I called you to talk and now you won’t talk to me.”

“You won’t understand.”

“Try me” you dare him.

“It’s complicated.”

“Try me” you repeat.

A long silence passes between the two of you.

“You said we could talk about anything and now--”

“Someone got badly hurt at work and I was the one responsible for it.” he finally reveals.

“And you tell me this now? After days of not talking” you ask accusingly.

“Well it wasn’t on my mind back then” he snaps at you.

“Wow, and you’ve got a reason to be mad at me now?”

“You’re demanding that I tell you everything and do everything for you”

“I’m demanding no less than you are demanding from me and you snap at me when I don’t do anything of that.”

He stays quiet. You want to use the chance to bring up all the things you were mad about although you could only remember one of them right now.

“What about me? Why don’t you text or call? Or God forbid, show up? Why are you doing this?”

No answer again. You get mad.

“I’m doing everything to keep us together and you just go silent on me, relying on me to contact you through all of this. This isn’t fair. This is not what we agreed upon.”

“Look I don’t have to sit here and have you blaming me.”

“How am I supposed to not blame you? You don’t even talk to me. You’re barely there. If you even are there.”

“Is that all you have to say? Cause I’m really tired and this isn’t exactly how I want to spend my evening, having you shouting at me.”

“I’m not even shouting” you reassure him in an annoyed tone. “And besides you’re perfectly aware of the shit you’re doing and you still do it, you still pull this every time and it gets worse and worse.”

“Is that it? Is that what I have to look forward to everyday, you bitching at me?”

“Well, hah” you bring out a laugh in surprise and disbelief, “If you behave like that, you have to take responsibility for your actions.”

“How about some understanding?”

“Understanding for what? You don’t have understanding for me either. You were there for me one day when I needed you and then you fabricated some problem just to not talk to me.”

“Well if that’s what you’re thinking” he says in defeat.

“That’s what it is” you announce, sighing. It was going nowhere. It was just dragged out talk.

“What happened to the guy?” you ask.

“He’s in the hospital.” he replies.

“Is he okay?”

“Not really. He is in a bad state.”

“I’m sorry that happened. But you can’t do this to me.”

Silence follows but then you hear him sobbing.

“What? What are you crying about?”

“It was my responsibility… I could have acted differently.”

“I know. I’m sorry. You didn’t do anything wrong, I’m sure. Things like that happen.” you reassure him but then as he continues crying, you feel a bit helpless. “I don’t know what to say. I’m sorry.”

The crying continues and you feel  increasingly more helpless.

“Please tell me how I can help” you plead but he just keeps crying. “Is there anything I can do?”

“No” he sobs.

“But I still want to talk about us. I still want to talk about what’s going on.”

He continues crying and you sit there as helpless as before.

“Can you tell me when you’re ready to talk or when I can do something for you? I’m trying to be here for you.” you tell him.

“Okay” he sobs again.

“Can I do anything else?”

He sobs for a while again and you let him cry.

“No” he finally answers.

“Okay. I hope we can talk again soon. I’m really sorry this happened.” you say again.

You say your goodbyes and hang up. You sit there, half-drunk, realizing once again nothing had been sorted out. You turn the music up again and continue drinking, wondering how long you would have to live this life and when you would finally get clear answers. Deep down you feel like you knew the answer but it was like quitting a bad drug. He drew you back in, he kept doing it over and over. You empty your glass and pour up again. At some point you start walking and swaying to the quiet music in the background. You stare out the window, go through your contacts and write up some of your friends asking them how they are and what they are doing and throw in some random stories of your live the past days, plus the fact that it snowed today.

One of your friends texts back and you talk for a bit, then says she is going to sleep and you say good night end the conversation for that night.

You sit down on the kitchen counter all dizzy from the dancing and the drinking, put your face in your hands and stare into space, wondering if this was really all there was. Wondering why it was so hard to quit this game and just find someone who made an effort consistently. Wondering if adults had sincerely all died and it was a planet of man-children and people who put up with them and had adjusted society to them. You take the last sips of your drink and put the glass down with a louder sound than expected. You are definitely drunk.

Planting yourself on the couch in the living room, you reach out for your phone and dial a number.

“Why hello? At this hour?” Sam asks curiously.

“Hey” you say, surprised he picked up so quickly. “I guess so. Are you doing okay?”

“Yeah, why-- why do you ask?” he asks. “Are you okay?”

“I am I guess. But hey, about what you said before…”

You pause deliberately.

“Yes…?” he asks eventually.

“Do you want to meet maybe?”

[mushrubes]

Uncharted Masterlist

Masterlist | Prompts

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[bicycle4two]

video game fics

GOTHAM KNIGHTS

BATMAN: ARKHAM KNIGHT

UNCHARTED 4

[hogarthwrites]

home run

pairing: samuel drake/femme!reader (m/f)

genre: smut, alternate universe - baseball

words: 2,778

summary:

Alternate universe where Sam is a professional baseball player and the reader is a well known celebrity in a secret love affair. Mostly self indulgent smut.

note:

I didn't specify what team Sam is on, so I'll leave it up to you the reader to decide what team you'd want him to be on. When I wrote this, I had the Red Sox in mind and the stadium is at Fenway Park. Also, baseball AU because have you seen how baseball players? Knew I had to mix Sam into the fantasy.

You walked out onto the baseball field, crowds cheering as you waved. They knew you not as a player, but as a popular celebrity guest who was there to throw the first pitch.

As you reached the front of the mound, you watched as a player who was all too familiar to you walked to the batter’s box.

Samuel Drake took position in front of you, grinning like the devil under his cap as you gave him a cheeky smirk. No one else in the stadium knew.

-

It was a few days ago when you landed in the city and the first thing you wanted to do was see Sam. Of course, it was a secret, though; you were both too high profile to be caught together. 

“Why would a young actress be with an older man like Sam Drake?” Was what they’d say. Not that you personally cared, but Sam didn't want people to think of your relationship that way. 

And so you waited until it was late at night to walk to the hotel Sam was staying at, not realising it would suddenly rain that much. 

You were soaking wet when you got to Sam’s door and you knew he would still be up because of his insomnia. 

“Hi,” you said as he opened the door, surprised to see you.

“Hi,” he gave you a lopsided grin as he looked at you. He was just in his boxers.

Sam quickly pulled you in, kissing you hard as he closed the door and pushed you against it.

“What are you doing here?” He asked breathlessly between kisses.

“I missed you,” you wrapped your arms around his neck. “I needed to see you.”

Sam’s lips moved down to your neck, leaving soft kisses on that part he knew you loved. A soft moan left your lips and he pulled away.

“You're all wet,” he said, looking at your soaked clothes.

“Oh, yeah, I am,” you pulled him in to kiss him again.

“Babe,” he pulled away. “You should get dried up and warm. You'll catch a cold like that.”

“I know how you can warm me up,” you bit your lip.

Sam gave you a soft kiss. “Oh, I know, gorgeous. But I really don't want you getting sick.”

You pouted as he pulled away and handed you a bathrobe.

“You can hang your wet clothes in the bathroom. I'll wait for you here.”

Sam winked as you took the bathrobe and stuck your tongue out at him.

“You better not sleep.”

“You better hurry up, then.”

You made your way to the bathroom and peeled off your wet clothes, hanging them on the shower rod and drying yourself off with the hotel towel. As you put the bathrobe on, you noticed Sam’s jersey neatly hanging on the door.

You put the top on, smiling as you turned around in front of the mirror and saw “DRAKE” and “71” in large numbers on the back. At that moment, you really felt like you were his and only his.

Sam was standing by the window with a glass of whiskey in his hand when you came out of the bathroom. At first he was surprised to see you wearing his uniform, but he smiled at how baggy it looked on you.

“I just got that ironed, you know.”

You played with the buttons on the front as you walked to him, putting on his cap that was on his bed.

“You can get it ironed again,” you kissed him, tasting the whiskey on his lips. “Are you supposed to be drinking before the game in a few days?”

Sam shrugged as he placed the glass on the table, his hands resting on your hips.

“I shouldn't be having sex with well-known actresses that’s for sure. What's a pretty lady like you doing with a guy like me?”

“Well,” you kissed his neck as you slowly began to unbutton the shirt. “Firstly, you're the sweetest guy I've ever met.”

“Hmm,” Sam’s hands moved down to your ass, squeezing it. “You're lying.”

“Second,” you began pushing him to the bed and he sat on it, watching you. “No other man can make me feel as good as you do.”

You had fully unbuttoned the shirt as you stood in front of him. There was a wild look in Sam’s eyes as he pulled you in, his lips on your nipple.

You gave a satisfied hum as you felt him flick his tongue over the sensitive nub. His hands were at your ass again, squeezing and pulling you in as close as he can, taking in your scent and burying his face between your breasts.

“Is there a third reason?” He mumbled.

You giggled as you ran your hand through his hair. He looked up at you and you kissed him.

“Well,” you got down on your knees and stroked his muscular legs, feeling them get tense as you slid your hands up closer to his crotch. “You're a sexy baseball player. Is that reason enough?”

Sam chuckled, leaning down to kiss you as you pulled his underwear off.

You took his cock in your hand, running your thumb over the head to see how Sam would react. His bottom lip was pinned between his teeth and that satisfied you. He took the cap off you and put it on his own head as he waited for more.

You licked his cock from the base all the way to the tip, slowly and deliberately as you looked up at Sam. You did it again, enjoying as his cheeks turned red and he leaned his head back as he groaned a little.

“You like that?” You asked as you kissed the tip of his cock.

“Do you even need to ask?”

You smiled before taking him in your mouth, slowly bobbing your head up and down as Sam’s hand grabbed at your hair. You loved how he tasted and how it felt to have him in your mouth.

Sam’s hips bucked and he groaned as you took him in further, grabbing onto his leg as he began thrusting into your mouth. One hand held your hair up, while the other one intertwined with your free hand. You looked up at him through teary eyes, enjoying how Sam’s mouth hung open in mindless pleasure.

He gave one last, deep thrust, making you gag a little before he gently pulled you up to kiss you. He didn’t mind tasting himself on your lips and your tongue as you straddled his lap.

“I missed you,” he sighed between kisses. “When was the last time we had sex?”

“Hmm,” you thought as you knocked the hat off his head and pushed him down on the bed. “A month? Before you came back here, that is.”

“It’s been way too long,” he muttered as he pulled you up so you were hovering above his face. 

He gave a knowing hum as you lowered yourself down on his lips.

“Oh, Sam,” you softly moaned as he gently began licking your clit. The familiar tingle that you’ve missed for a month soon came back and you felt like you were going to melt as Sam expertly manoeuvred his tongue and his lips on your pussy.

With your fingers intertwined with his again, you began craving for more, and you felt Sam chuckle before you started grinding against his mouth. He groaned against your pussy, letting go of your hand so he could jerk himself off as you rode him. You moaned his name again as you grabbed onto his hair, moving your hips faster against his tongue. 

It felt good to have Sam under you like that again. You had spent so many nights dreaming about his lips, his fingers, his cock, and the thought of what else he was going to do to you that night made you cum. Your toes had curled as you doubled over, pushing against the mattress so you wouldn’t fall on Sam and hurt him. He didn’t mind, though.

He had a smile on his face as you climbed off, wearily laying down on the bed. 

“Had enough, beautiful?” Sam gave you a soft kiss as he rolled on top of you. 

“No,” you wrapped your arms around his neck. “Never enough.”

You felt his cock against your clit as the kiss got deeper.

“Please, Sam.”

“Please, what?” He pulled away a little, giving you a cocky grin. “What do you want me to do?”

“I want you to fuck me.”

“How?” His lips were on your neck now, leaving soft kisses that drove you insane. “How do you want me to fuck you?”

Your mind raced, thinking of the hottest sex you’ve had with him. There were plenty.

“Like…” You gasped as Sam’s fingers began massaging your clit slowly and gently. “Oh, god. Like that time on that empty beach…”

“That one?” He smiled up at you before kissing your neck again. “Tell me about it again.”

“When you had me on all fours with my face against that bouquet of flowers you gave me. You were so deep inside me, going so slow and softly at first, then so, so rough. I loved it.”

Sam laughed. “Oh, I remember that night.”

“The smell of sweet peas still turn me on, if you must know.”

“Just made a mental note to give you sweet peas every time now,” he kissed you again. “Now, why don’t you show me how I fucked you?”

You gave him a cheeky smile as you got on all fours, wriggling your ass at him. Sam loved the view of his jersey on you like this and he gave your ass a smack.

“Ready?” He asked.

“Please,” you almost begged, grabbing onto the pillows in front of you.

Sam was slow and gentle as he entered you, making sure you got used to him again. “Is this okay?”

“Mmhmm,” was all you could reply as you were lost in the sensation of Sam being inside you again.

He began thrusting in you, his hands grabbing at your ass. His thrusts were mostly shallow, making enough friction to give you that warm feeling inside. 

“More,” you mumbled. “Deeper.”

Sam smiled, smacking your ass as he gave more forceful thrusts. As he got deeper, you collapsed on the pillow in front of you, moaning out his name as he fucked you.

You were so sure other people, other players on the floor could hear you, but you didn't care. Everytime Sam hit that sweet spot, you moaned louder and he’d groan in return. 

“Come here, baby,” Sam said as he pulled you up against his chest, one hand around your waist to hold you up, while the other one pinned your arms behind your back. He kissed your neck, hips slowing down.

“Sam,” was all you could muster before he began moving his hips faster. 

His mouth was against your ear and he gave out the most delicious grunts and moans. He held you tight as he fucked you almost desperately, like he was making up for the past few weeks. 

Sam moaned loudly, trying not to finish just yet. He wanted to pleasure you as long as he could.

You whimpered when Sam suddenly pulled out, but he kissed you hard before you could say anything else. He had you on your back now, making sure you were supported by pillows.

He didn't say anything as he continued to kiss you, his hands roaming your body under his. His lips made their way down your neck and your chest, leaving soft kisses and licks on your nipple, making you sigh as he moved further down.

Sam gave you a lopsided grin as he hoisted your legs up over his shoulders. You smiled back at him, admiring how cute he looked amidst the intimacy. 

“I wanna make up for the month,” he said.

“I can tell… oh!” You grabbed his hair as he licked your clit, slowly and deliberately.

He ate you out the way he knew you liked, making gentle strokes, alternating between his tongue and his lips. It was enough to make you a writhing mess, squeezing his head between your legs as you rode out your orgasm.

Sam was on top of you again, kissing you hard and pinning your arms up above your head. 

“I'm gonna make you feel so good, baby,” he said between passionate kisses. “I'm not gonna stop until you're screaming my name.”

“Yes, please,” you moaned as he slid inside you again.

This time, Sam kept a steady, shallow pace. He kept eye contact with you, watching how you reacted to his every move. Whenever he pushed in deeper, hitting that spot, your eyes rolled back and you moaned louder.

“Faster, baby,” you commanded.

“Okay,” Sam breathed as he held onto your hips and began pounding into you.

Your moans got louder as his fingers dug into your soft skin. The sound alone was enough to make him want to cum, but he held it in, kissing you instead.

“So good, baby,” you whispered. “Pound me, Sam. Please.”

He nodded, head rolling back as his thrusts got deeper, more forceful. He knew he was going to bust any minute, but he wanted you to finish first.

“Keep going, keep going,” you breathed. 

“I…” Sam whispered, feeling like he was going to burst. “Baby, I can't.”

“Please.”

He looked down at you, your face flushed and your eyes screwed shut while you softly said his name over and over. 

“Look at me,” he said, cupping your cheek. 

You met Sam’s gorgeous hazel eyes, the euphoric pressure at the pit of your stomach rising.

“I love you,” he said, his eyebrows knitting together as he thrust into you deep.

It was enough to make you cum, your world narrowing to just Sam and the feelings he gave you. At that moment, it was a mixture of lust, passion, and most importantly, love. He loved you.

Sam let out a deep, guttural growl as he came, leaving finger marks on your hips. He didn't expect to tell you he loved you then, but he couldn't help it. He couldn't remember the last time he felt this way about anyone.

He collapsed on the bed next to you, and you turned to give him tired kisses.

“I love you,” you said breathlessly as Sam wrapped his arms around your waist. “I do.”

“Come here,” Sam kissed you softly.

“Does this mean we're official?”

“What are you talking about? We've always been official. There's nobody else but you, baby.”

“Yeah, but can't we tell other people now?” You pouted as he intertwined his fingers with yours.

“I don't think it's the best time.”

“I just don't wanna keep secrets just to keep you.”

Sam looked at you, a little confused. “You'll be keeping me no matter what, baby. Let's just give it time. I promise one day we can let the world know.”

“You promise?” You touched the hair on his chest with the tip of your finger, tracing the tattoo he had.

“I promise.”

-

The crowds cheered on, waiting on you to throw the ball.

You looked at Sam, patiently waiting to catch the ball, and your heart melted at the sight of him. 

“You got this, baby,” he mouthed.

You nodded and took a deep breath, bringing the ball back to wind up, remembering what Sam had told you. You threw the ball at him with a lot more force than you expected, but he had caught it in his glove with a surprised look on his face.

“And that's a strike out!” You heard the announcer say. “And there’s the first pitch!”

The crowds drowned out your thoughts as you walked to Sam, expecting him to give you a high five. Instead, he pulled you in for a kiss. It was something he's done a thousand times before, so you automatically kissed him back. It was only after he'd pulled away that you realised he kissed you in front of hundreds, maybe thousands of people.

Sam didn't know what had gotten into him. Maybe it was the thrill of the start of the games, or seeing you in a replica of his jersey on the field of the sport that he loved most, but as you walked to him, he couldn't help but kiss you. 

“Sam…” You gasped. “Are you sure?”

“I made a promise, didn't I?” He smiled.

“You sure did.”

Sam leaned in to kiss you again. Damn what people were going to say. All he knew was that you made him happy.

[multifariousqueer]

Can you do headcanons for general yandere Nathan Drake?

of course, darling!

warnings: Nate being a douche, manipulation, cheating(briefly), mentions of smut, Nate being a shitbag

I don't see him being a yandere so much as he would just be a toxic douche(I love him tho)

You two met while he was working and you were infatuated by him and his alcohol related trivia.

He was infatuated with your Tiffany and Co. necklace and your figure

I feel like he would steal from you at first until you showed him that you weren't going anywhere and you truly loved him.

He would of course, go on the adventure for the gold with you occupying his mind the entire time.

He would kiss Chloe and feel like shit about it.

Sully knowing that you were a big reason as to why he was doing this.

Nate would make snarky comments when you wore a tight dress and/or an outfit he deemed was only for his eyes

The sex tho>>>>>>>

He would make sure to leave you with enough hickeys to think someone was hurting you.

SWITCH SWITCH SWITCH SWITCH

Nate HATES I mean absolutely despises your guy friends.

He tries to look tough but it makes you laugh.

He likes to belittle you a lot but does it in a way where it's barely noticeable to you and non-existent to everyone else

If you try to leave because of the manipulation, he would gaslight you into staying.

"It's your loss, babe. Just know that ill never trust anyone again because of you."

The idea of him putting someone else through what you went through makes you sick to your stomach.

Plus, you love him.

Nate knows about your love for him and it's his main weapon against you.

"C'mon babe, for me" is his MAIN EXPRESSION.

He uses it for everything. and I mean Every. Thing.

Sex, shopping, etc.

You love him and he adores that about you.