#nathan drake fic
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DATE: JANUARY 8, 2023
summary: nathan drake was a tease to say the least. you couldn’t focus on work or chores with his constant sex appeal surrounding you. but a completely naked and nonchalant nathan drake, was an even bigger one.
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words: 3.2k
warnings: SMUT (implied consent, praise kink, playful spanking and exhibitionism if you squint, dirty talk [slight degradation kink], kind of breeding kink, and unprotected sex) language, and very fluffy at the end :)
note: first nathan fic… this was supposed to be just smut, but i made the ending really fluffy and cute 😌 (the amount of times i’ve watched this gif is unholy)
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Nathan Drake would be the death of you.
He was charming, with a hint of cockiness to always keep you on your toes. His smile lit up every room he waltzed in, which you hated to admit made your heart flutter.
During the many dangerous attempts at trying to find the forbidden gold, you two really connected. For the first few missions, you were always on high-alert as your trust balanced on a fine line. He could’ve ditched you at any minute and left you stranded to fend for yourself. But Nathan wasn’t like that. He stuck by your side and saved your life more than you could ever thank him enough for.
Yes, he’s lied and undergone deception, but it was all for the greater good. You were his greater good. If he never finds the gold, he knows that he hit the jackpot with you. Even if you didn’t know it.
Taking that next step in your relationship was the best idea you both have ever had. You loved Nathan for all that he was— except for one thing; a teaser. Nathan Drake was the biggest teaser ever.
A shirtless Nate strides around arrogantly nearly every day, making you swallow thickly when you gaze at his body a little too long. Sometimes, he’ll flex on purpose while you’re trying to focus on work. Or he’ll be handsy while doing day-to-day chores.
Nate loved that he had such a grasp on you. Today, he used that to his advantage.
He steps out of the steaming shower, barely dried with a towel around his waist. He doesn’t try to secure it as he walks out into the lounge area where you’re reading on the couch with a mug in hand.
You take a glimpse at him when he comes into frame and nearly choke on your coffee. You’ve seen his body countless times, but the sight will never fail to amaze you. Water droplets drip over his chiseled abs, sinking down his V-line and absorbing in his towel. He licks his bottom lip in amusement at your stare, waltzing past you and into the kitchen.
You roll your eyes and resume back to your reading that was nowhere near as interesting as Nathan’s body. You bet you could study an entire course about his structure, and you would excel with an A+. But that would be cheating because you knew his body like the back of your hand.
You knew that he loved to have his back scratched, nails digging into his skin until crescent moon marks appeared. He loved when you moaned his name, specifically screaming it. And Nathan loved when you fawned over his body. His body full of muscle was a temple you worshiped when he had his way with you. You loved praising him because everything you said was true.
Your mind flashes back to last night and all the previous nights where he fucked you into oblivion. You wished it was always that easy to have sex with him, but he always had to make it difficult to get what you wanted.
Typical Nathan.
Once your coffee jolts your system awake, you decide to do a bit of cleaning to get your mind out of the gutter. You call Nathan over to help you with the dishwasher, hoping he’s clothed. When he comes back into the kitchen, however, he’s still not dressed, even though it’s been hours since he took a shower. Actually, he’s less dressed than earlier. He’s wearing nothing but his birthday suit when he smiles at you softly, charm and fake-innocence floating around him.
Bastard.
You try not to avert your eyes down to his prominent member, knowing it will inflate his already massive ego if you stutter your words.
“I need you to help me with the dishes,” You state curtly, jaw slacking while you glare directly into his brown orbs. They’re filled with mischief and lust, positive he’s at least semi-hard. “You wash.”
“Of course, sweetheart,” Nathan’s cheeks crinkle into a toothy smile, walking over to you. His hands cradle your face before he gives you a tender kiss on your forehead. Your clit throbs in time with the rapid beating of your heart. Arousal drips subtly from your cunt and into your panties.
He knows how much you love forehead kisses. God damn him.
He gets started on the dishes, handing you the cleaned items quickly. You bend down to slot them into their places in the washer, falling behind his quick pace. Once he finishes, he smirks at your position; bent over and vulnerable in a thin pair of cotton shorts. His cock pulsates at the view of your curves as you focus on the task in front of you. It was almost too easy.
“Need help, baby?” Nathan’s hands slide over your waist as his body hovers behind you. You inhale sharply at the feeling of him so close to you, causing you to freeze in place. He drags his palms to your hips, caressing the clothed skin teasingly. His thumbs are rubbing the top of your ass, wishing he would spread you open already. You bit your tongue before deciding that you can play this game too.
“I’m good,” After slotting a plate, you raise up and grab another. You purposely lean back into him, causing your ass to grind against his bare cock. Nathan is thick and solid, at his full size now that he’s fully hard. You try not to be affected by the tiny touch. He quietly hisses under his breath and you smirk as you move yourself in triumph. His fingers never leave your hips.
“You’re paying for that,” He squeezes your supple curves warningly and then lightly slaps your ass before waltzing away. You gasp, nearly dropping the plate. The dishes are disorganized and dislocated when you finish, too distracted by the Greek God strolling around the house.
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Nathan didn’t stop there. He continued to help with house chores while being completely naked. He got handsy and he teased you to the brim. If you tried to reach for something up high, he would lift you by your hips and then slide his hands up your body when bringing you down. His minimal actions made you weak, but left you wanting more every time he walked away.
You took a deep breath before joining your zoom meeting. Even when Nathan was intervening in your thoughts, you still had work to do.
Nathan glances at your crinkled eyebrows as you concentrate on your computer screen. A monotone voice gives instructions while you nod along to his words. Nate loved watching you work. Your hard working ethic, determination, and intelligence were some of his favorite qualities about you. The head of his cock ticks when you bite your lip subconsciously in solid focus.
It was also one of his turn-ons.
He strides over to you as you type swiftly on your keyboard. When you notice him, you roll your eyes at his nude appearance, continuing to type away. He sits beside you, glaring.
“What do you want, Nate?” You ask through clenched teeth. You can’t help but peer down at his struggling member, rosy head with dabbles of pre-cum leaking from it. If he wasn’t such a tease, you would get on your knees and suck him dry.
“Nothing. You know, I love watching you work. You look so sophisticated and smart,” Nathan compliments as his hand wanders toward your thighs. He massages them, your breath getting caught in your throat. Nate knew you loved being complimented, but especially when it had to do with your intelligence. He is ticking every box today.
He slides his fingers up until they’re touching your aching, clothed cunt. Your clit pulses sporadically, legs tensing when his fingers brush over it.
“What’s the matter, baby?” Nathan taunts with a devilish smile. Nate’s thumb pets your clit through your shorts, making you moan softly. You disregard your zoom meeting, your camera and microphone already off. Spreading your legs wider, he doesn’t speed up or stop, continuing to torture you by giving you little to nothing. “Are you all wet?”
You answer in a shuddery moan, focusing on the small touch. You’ve been so horny all day, even this is getting you off. Fists balling on the keyboard, his fingers brush the folds of your cunt, still covered by your shorts and panties. You gasp when he presses two fingers where your hole is as you clench around nothing but your own walls. Sliding your shorts down, he reveals your soaked panties, tsking at the sight. He yanks them down and off your legs. Being the dirty man he is, Nathan spits into his hand and wraps the fabric around his cock, stroking deliberately. Your own hand shoots straight to your clit and fondles it, desperate to be touched by him.
“Y/N, are you there? The meeting is over,” Your boss informs with a clipped tone. Your eyes drift to the forgotten screen, widening when you remember you’re still in the call.
“Don’t stop,” Nate demands through gritted teeth, powerful eyes piercing yours. Trembling, you continue to rub your clit as you unmute yourself.
“Y-yeah. Sorry, goodbye now,” You sputter out before slamming the laptop closed. Nathan groans while stroking his cock with your wet panties, making you clench around nothing.
“Rubbing yourself while working. Naughty girl,” Nathan tsks, dropping the underwear and lifting you up with a smirk. You both stand face to face with each other, aroused and desperate, yet neither will beg for it.
Caressing your face with his rough hands, Nathan pulls you in for a kiss. His tongue roams your mouth and his lips ignite a fire through your body. Your hands lock on his hips and squeeze his ass teasingly. He growls in your mouth, almost biting your tongue. Your fingers crawl up the nape of his neck, tugging at the short hair. Grunting, he slaps your ass playfully in return before breaking the kiss. You lift up your tank top and toss it across the room, abandoning it. He spins you around and bends you over so your rear is right against his front. You catch yourself with your hands planted on the ground, feet steadying you.
His bare length slots between your cheeks, soaked in your arousal. Nathan rocks back and forth without sliding in, so you push back against him in a silent plea.
“Fucking drenched,” He hisses, grabbing a handful of your soft skin until he’s holding your hips sturdy. “Didn’t know you were such a whore.”
“You’ve been—fuck— teasing me all day,” You moan as he ruts his cock against your fluttering folds. “Walking around naked? Who does that?”
“That’s not a nice way to talk to the person who’s determining if you’re coming tonight,” Nathan slaps your ass a little harsher this time, making you yelp and grind against him harder.
“Nate, please just fuck me already,” You plead as the blood begins to rush to your head.
“That’s more like it,” He spreads your cheeks and slams into you. Your arms almost collapse under the pressure, too weak for his brutal thrusts. His balls slap against your ass while he pounds mercilessly deeper and harder.
Rough, calloused hands grip your hips, forcing you to take all of his length. You can feel the ridges of his cock in your cunt as he hits new angles you’ve never experienced before. Wails and moans echo throughout the house as your limbs tremble with pleasure. Your vision becomes starry and your head starts to pound from being practically upside down. When the weakness of your arms causes you to crumble beneath your weight, Nathan sweeps you up before you could fall.
The blood rush melts away as his face comes into clear view. With ease, he rests you on the dining table near your forgotten laptop. His muscles bulk and flex with intensity as sweat begins to form on his skin. His chiseled core contracts with each impel, making you wetter and wetter. He thrusts back into you without warning, causing you to shriek.
“God, you’re so hot,” You whimper while squeezing his thick biceps, nails stabbing his flesh. Gutturally moaning, he seizes more brutal ruts into you, making your eyes roll back. He leans down to mark up your neck in tattooed kisses.
“What about me is so hot?” Nathan huffs mockingly into your neck, his warm and gravelly voice melting you entirely. He loved being praised, and seeing him so affected only spurred you to do it more.
“Y-your muscles. You’re so strong,” Pathetic moans pepper out of your throat, dry and squeaky from screaming. He growls, plunging savagely rough into your cunt at the compliment. Arousal surrounds his cock when you clench snuggly around him, milking him deliciously.
“Such a dirty girl. My dirty girl,” Nathan grunts while your breathing heaves. “Come now.”
Your pussy tightens around his length, unable to control the rapid bliss that hits you hard the second he permits. Your jaw drops in ecstasy, eyes screwed shut in undeniable pleasure.
“Look at me. Wanna see your gorgeous face.”
You attempt to open your eyes as your orgasm releases from you in silent cries. Core contracting and nails scratching, your back aches into his torso while he nibbles into your neck. White liquid pours out, legs shaking as you fall from the high. His pace slows as you feel the twitch of his cock inside your walls.
“Come in me. Please, baby,” Your croaked voice pleads him to the finish line.
“Mm, need me to fill you up? Need to be nice and full of my cum?” His hands spread your legs wider, rutting deep and slow into you when you moan in affirmation. His shaft spasms and his balls tense before he releases ropes of cum into your cunt. You whimper at the sensation, closing your eyes in euphoria. He pulls in and out, pushing all of his sperm far inside to make sure it’s all tucked in.
Nathan stares up at you as your hands slide up to his neck. A weary, blissed-out smile reflects on both of your faces as you lean in for a kiss. Your teeth clink from uncontrollable, cheeky smiles and your fingers intertwine in his chestnut hair.
“You were a bit of a tease today,” You bit your lip, pulling away, but keeping him close enough where you can feel his warm, heaving breath on your skin.
“You love it though,” An inviting smirk danced on his lips while a tinge of pink decorated his cheeks. He lowers his forehead to rest on yours, noses brushing cutely.
“Sadly, I do, Nathan Drake,” You hold back a goofy grin. “Sadly, I do.”
“Well, I hope you don’t say it like that at the wedding,” He chuckles and you gasp, swatting his chest playfully. You don’t want to act so surprised, but your eyes are shot wide.
“Do not mention wedding stuff! It’s only been… seven months!” With a pointed finger to his buff chest, he laughs it off with his hands raised defensively.
“But you’ve known me for ten!”
You were one hundred percent serious when you said you loved Nathan, you really did. But you never thought about a commitment until him. Not a serious one, that is. Although you two had a rocky start, he changed how you viewed the concept of relationships entirely. Your guard was constantly up, a barrier you created over the course of your life after being disappointed again and again. Nathan and you traveled various distances and battled challenges most people in their life will never face.
But he showed you that it was okay to live and to love because the risk of the fall doesn’t always end badly.
It wasn’t even directed toward you, just typical Nate inspiration, but that was a key quote you will forever remember. It was from your second (failed) mission together, when you were ‘stranded’ and waiting for Sully to ‘rescue’ you both (he just needed to bring the boat around). He opened up to you, like it was second nature to him. You envied how easy it seemed to pour your heart into a stranger who could possibly abandon you. But Nathan always had faith. And maybe his faith in you was right.
Maybe Nathan was the one who you’d say I do to.
You didn’t doubt him. You doubted you.
“I wouldn’t say it like that,” You whisper against his swollen lips, face blank with a million thoughts soaring behind your eyes.
“What?” His forehead crinkles in mild confusion while his hand caresses your jaw delicately. Curiosity and a hint of hope float within his irises, but it could just be your imagination.
“I would… be happy to say I do. I wouldn’t hesitate to say it. Well, I might, but only because I’d be nervous,” You heart thudded against your ribs and your palms began to feel clammy. You laugh awkwardly, anxiety infecting your body. “Why am I nervous now? I’m just imagining it— and now I’m rambling about nothing—”
“It’s not nothing, Y/N. I’ve imagined it, too,” Nate reassures with soft touches on your cheek, smoothing your hair over. “I pictured you in a long, white dress with an open back. Long, laced sleeves because I know you’d find that classic and elegant. You wouldn’t have a long train because you wouldn’t want to trip over it. I imagined that day to feel greater than any gold.”
Water glossed over your eyes as you fought back tears until you were swallowing thickly. You hadn’t expected him to have it all planned out. But again, Nathan always plans ahead. He’s always two steps in front of the average person. Another thing you loved about him.
You envisioned his description, finding only near-perfection in the way he thinks.
“Are you joking? Because I will find some creative ways to kill you—”
“I’ve never been more serious. Y/N, I knew from the first day we met that we had something. Whether we were partners, best friends, or dating, we were meant to be together. Don’t you think?” Both of his thumbs rub gentle circles across your supple cheeks, warm from the immense love circulated around you.
“I didn’t at first. Not like you did,” You smiled, remembering the awkward first encounter when Sully introduced you both. You were young and mischievous, and Nathan was also young, but also very trusting, which challenged your judgment. You didn’t even know of his existence a year ago, but ten months later and you feel like you’ve known him a lifetime. That’s got to count for something, right? “but now I understand that you’re right. We were destined to meet— Did you hear what I just said? Your sappy shit is influencing me!”
His beautiful, hearty laughter breaks the tension and pulls at your heartstrings when his skin crinkles to adjust to his expression.
“But you love me and my sappy shit, right?” He pecks your forehead, making you melt into a puddle right in the palm of his hand.
“Sadly, I do, Nathan Drake. Sadly, I do.”
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whattt about going to the bar with your friend nathan works at and he tries so hard to get your attention by showing tricks and telling you random facts at the most random times while talking to your friends and he eventually convinces you to go home with him :)
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it’s a typical night at the bar for nathan.
mix boujee drinks for customers with money to spare, make small talk with coworkers to pass the time. he enjoys his job, and he’s damn good at it. not many bartenders can pull off the tricks he does or tell you the history of drinks while concocting them. it’s a skill. it gets him extra tips, too. but as much as he enjoys his job, it’s predictable.
it’s a typical night at the bar for nathan until you walk in.
you instantly catch his attention in the little dress and strappy heels you wear. your smile when you laugh at something your friend says, accentuated by your lipstick, stops him in the middle of pouring someone a drink.
tonight just got interesting.
nathan absentmindedly pours the drink into the glass, eyes glued to you. you’re making your way up to the bar. the customer he’s serving has to pull the glass away before it overflows. they leave the bar with their drink, muttering a complaint under their breath.
that leaves an open stool open at the bar, and you take it. your friend stands beside you. nathan dries his hands off with a rag and throws it over his shoulder, looking between you and your friend.
“evening, ladies. what can i get you?”
“vodka soda lime, please.”
“i’ll have the same.”
nathan raises a brow at you, grabbing the glasses to make your drinks.
“lemme see your ID?”
you get it from your wallet and show it to him. he reads it over while cleaning out one of the glasses.
“y/n y/l/n.”
“and you are?”
“nathan, nathan drake. could i call ya y/n/n?”
“only if i can call you nate.”
nathan grins and sets down the cleaned glasses.
“call me anything you want.”
a smile tugs at your lips. your friend scoffs.
“you could put away your ID now. i just wanted to get your name.”
“how about asking instead of carding her?”
“yeah, nate. how about asking?”
you lean your chin in your hand, looking up at him through your lashes.
“i think the former was much smoother, y/n/n. don’t you? besides, it’s policy.”
nathan meets your eyes. there’s something between the two of you, you both feel it, but your friend interrupts again.
“what’s the status on our drinks?”
“coming right up, ladies.”
you smile fully at him, then break off into conversation with your friend. nate starts your drinks.
he gathers a shaker and bottles of vodka and club soda. you see him swing the vodka behind his head from the corner of your eye. intrigued, you turn to watch him. he flips the shaker in the air with one hand and catches it with another. a laugh of disbelief leaves your lips.
he’d hoped that trick would impress you. it’s always a fan favorite.
nate sends you a smirk from across the bar counter. you’re about to say something when your friend grabs your arm, making you turn back towards her. you continue your conversation while nate gets back to work on your drinks.
he scoops ice into the shaker and pours in vodka, then shakes and pours the chilled vodka into the glasses. he tops them off with club soda, lime juice, and a slice of lime in each glass for garnish. he slides the glasses towards you two.
“two vodka soda limes. enjoy.”
you trace a finger around the rim of your glass, lips forming a smirk.
“we will. thanks, nate.”
“yeah, thanks. let’s go, y/n/n.”
your friend picks up her drink and leaves the counter. you start to follow, but nate speaks up.
“vodka’s made with some pretty weird additives, y’know. fermented fruits, grains, sometimes even potatoes.”
“potatoes?”
“gives it a richer flavor.”
you squint at your drink.
“is this one made with potatoes?”
“nah, not too many brands use that method. only three percent of vodkas worldwide.“
“really?”
“really. go ahead, try it.”
you tentatively sniff your drink before deciding to take a sip. you hum in satisfaction, licking your shimmery lips when you’re done.
“whatcha think?”
“it’s good.”
“just good?”
nathan crosses his arms, tilting his head to the side. you sip some more of your drink, eyes locked with his.
“really good.”
you suck on the lime. nate watches your lips.
“could i get ya another?”
“i should find my friend. i’ll be back later, though.”
“that’s too bad, my shift’s just about over.”
“aw, i don’t want you to go. i like you and your fun facts.”
nate rests his elbows on the counter and lowers his head so it’s level with yours.
“you could come with me. i’ve got plenty more where those came from.”
“i dunno, i can’t leave my friend.”
“i think she’ll be alright.”
nathan nods out at the crowd. she’s right in the center, dancing with a group of girls. you shake your head lightheartedly.
“tell you what. if you’re worried, i could ask someone to keep an eye on her.”
“you wanna take me home that bad, huh?”
“isn’t it obvious?”
you laugh and push at nate’s arm.
“your friend’s kind of a cock block, anyway.”
“oh, totally. but now that you’ve got me alone, what do you wanna do with me, nate?”
nathan tosses aside the towel that’s over his shoulder.
“i’ll get us a ride.”
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don’t blame me ✮ nathan drake smut
nathan drake x fem reader enemies to lovers
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Summary:Ever since Nate broke your trust years ago the two of you have been rivals. This was supposed to be just another treasure hunt. But little did you know it’s gonna change everything.
Words: 8k
Warnings: SMUT 18+ [fingering, good girl, dom!nate, unprotected sex], mentions of someone wanting to kill reader, gunshots + gunshot wound, blood
A/N: Here it is, finally!!! As some of you know I wanted to post this the day uncharted was released. I didn’t quite manage that. But also this turned from an estimated 1-2k pwp into an 8k fic with a mediocre plot lmfao. I hope you enjoy!!! big thanks to @heyhihellowhatsup0 for helping with this fic and (lovingly) pressuring me into finishing it :D
Feedback is always appreciated ❤️
You’ve got to be kidding me. You think to yourself as your eyes land on none other than Nathan Drake. You’d hoped this would be a job without crossing his path. But you’re just not getting a break from him.
You can’t stand Nate.
That hadn’t always been the case, though. You used to be best friends and went treasure hunting together. You and Nate had been a team until he went behind your back. You never expected to be betrayed like that.
You live, and you learn.
“Look who it is,” Nate smirks, and you can’t help but roll your eyes.
“What are you doing here? You on vacation?” You ask, even though you know he’s here for the same reason as you: He wants the treasure.
“Unfortunately, no. But I’m sure you already knew that.”
“I thought you’d given up on treasure hunting after the last one slipped right through your fingers. Again.” You cross your arms in front of your chest.
“I’m not doing it for the money, sweetheart.” You hate it when he calls you sweetheart, and he knows it. You try not to show how much it annoys you as you take a sip from your drink. You wanted to unwind at a bar before leaving for the jungle tomorrow morning. But now Nate’s here, and it’s stressing you out.
You put the glass back down on the bar and rest your elbow against the wooden surface. “Oh, really? Does your bartending gig really pay that well?”
“Someone’s been keeping an eye on me, huh?” As a matter of fact, you have. You’re not proud of it, but Nate has been a thorn in your side for years, and as much as you’d like to forget about him, you need to keep tabs on him to stay ahead of him.
“Of course, I need to make sure you’re staying away from me.”
“You sure that’s the reason?” He raises one eyebrow, and you’ve already had enough of him. It’s not even been five minutes.
“I’m sure.”
He leans in so close you can smell him. You hate to admit it, but he smells divine.
“It’s okay, sweetheart. I’ve been keeping an eye on you as well.” A shiver runs down your spine, but you try to ignore it. Nate doesn’t deserve these reactions from you. But your body doesn’t seem to care.
“When are you leaving?” You ask, and finally, he puts more distance between you.
“This bar? Why? You wanna come to my hotel room with me?” He smirks, and you ball your fists in anger.
“You know what I mean.”
He tilts his head to the side. “Bummer. We could have a lot of fun, Y/N.” He knocks on the bar, turns around and then he’s gone. Without telling you when he’s leaving.
You mutter a few curses under your breath. It would be best to leave as soon as possible, but you have to wait for your boss to give you the final clue to find the treasure before you can head to the jungle.
***
So far, it’s going smoothly. Almost too smoothly.
You’ve got the notebook containing the clues to solve the final riddle to get to the treasure, and, so far, you haven’t had any hold-ups on your journey.
Well, except for running into Nate, of course.
You’re only surrounded by the sounds of the jungle as you make your way towards the lost ruins.
Ever since what happened with Nate, you’ve been on your own. Yes, you’ve got your boss’s support, and he helps you with a lot of things, but when it gets down to actually finding the treasures, that’s all you. Sometimes you’re accompanied by other treasure hunters that work for Moncada, but that’s been the exception these last few missions. You like being on your own. Minimises the chance of being betrayed by your partner.
After fighting your way through thick foliage, you think you hear an unusual noise. You’re on high alert now. It could be your boss’s people scouting the area. But he would’ve told you about that.
Could it be?
A grunt. “Dammit.” The sound of something crashing onto the ground.
You take a careful step forward, pushing the leaves to the side, and then you see Nathan fucking Drake standing up and dusting off his hands on his cargo pants.
You gotta be kidding me. Again. Out of all the possible routes through this huge jungle, you two ended up on the same one.
You consider sneaking past him to get ahead, but there’s no way he won’t see you.
“Getting old?” You call out to him, making him jump and turn to where you’re standing.
“Y/N. What a pleasure to see you.” His voice is dripping with sarcasm as he runs his hand through his hair.
“Ditto.” You roll your eyes. “Get out of my way, old man. I have a treasure to find.” You wave your hand like he’s an annoying fly you’re trying to get rid of. He kind of is.
“Oh, yeah? I thought you’d just gone out for a stroll.”
“Funny.”
“Also, I’m not old.”
“Mhm.” You don’t pay much attention to him as you start climbing up the overhang. With a practised eye and a firm grip, you manage to climb up without any problems.
You rest your hands on your hips and look down to where Nate is still standing.
“I wish I could see your face when you get to the treasure, and it’s already gone because I took it.” You smile smugly. You’d like to think you’re the better treasure hunter, but truth be told, both of you are great at what you do and have probably found an equal amount of treasures. You’re not going to admit that to him, though. Plus, there’s the fact that every time he does find a treasure, he ends up losing it one way or another.
“What makes you so sure you’re going to get there before me? Just because you’re ahead of me now? There are still riddles to be solved, sweetheart. Don’t get too excited just yet.”
You suppress a groan at the nickname and school your features. “Well, I’ve got an advantage on you though.”
“And what’s that?” He raises one of his brows.
You reach behind you and pull the notebook from your back pocket. “This.” You watch as Nate’s jaw drops, but you don’t allow yourself to bask in it too long. You need to get a move on.
Revealing that you have the notebook was probably not a good idea, but you couldn’t help it. Nate knows how to push your buttons. And you allow it every time.
“Y/N! Wait!” He calls after you, and you can hear him start to climb again.
Of course, you’re not waiting for him. You start jogging to get some distance between you and him, but the ground is not made for that, and you have to be careful not to stumble and fall.
Suddenly, you hear shots being fired, and it causes you to freeze. You hear Nate’s loud footsteps behind you and hold up a hand to make him stop. Thankfully, he does.
“What’s going on?” He whispers as he comes to a halt behind you.
“Didn’t you hear the shots?” You ask, carefully walking forwards.
“I did. But I thought that’s just your people doing what they do best.”
“And what would that be?”
“Being useless?” He says it as if it’s obvious. You don’t think they’re useless, though. They’ve helped you keep many people off your back. Sometimes you think of them as your bodyguards.
You don’t regard him with an answer; just continue to walk forward until you can see where the shots are coming from. When you can finally see a group of people, you don’t recognise any of them.
“I’ve never seen these people before.” You murmur. You don’t want to draw attention to yourself. It’s dangerous.
A treasure worth millions of dollars is somewhere around here, and people don’t shy away from killing to get to it. You have to be careful.
“It’s probably best if we stick together.” Nate muses, and you turn to him with a raised eyebrow. This might be the first time he suggests something like that. Seems like he really needs that notebook.
“I’m just saying. Neither of us know who these people are. And there’s safety in numbers, right?”
He does have a point. Even though it would be just the two of you against a group. And you don’t know how many more people might be around. You don’t see a downside of going with Nathan for a bit. Besides him being annoying, of course. But you’ll get over that.
“Fine.” You give in. “But keep the talking to a minimum.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
***
Of course, Nate doesn’t keep the talking to a minimum. He comments on every little thing. But you ignore it as best as you can.
You’re close to the spot where you suspect the treasure to be. Only a little bit further.
“So I was thinking…” Nate says as he follows you down the stairs of one of the ruins.
“Oh no. Does your head hurt now?” You ask with mock concern.
“Funny.” You can practically hear him roll his eyes. “When we find the treasure, I’ll let you have 25%,” This makes you stop in your tracks, causing him to run into you. You turn around swiftly.
“You’re letting me have 25%? You’ve got to be kidding me. You wouldn’t even be here without me. You’re lucky if I’ll let you have even 5% of it.” You place your hands on your hips and glare at him.
He looks at you for a few seconds, then you see the corner of his mouth quirk up. And then he’s full out laughing.
“Oh, sweetheart, it’s so much fun to rile you up.”
“I hate you.” With that, you turn around and continue walking.
“Thanks for reminding me, I almost forgot.” Nate’s voice is dripping with sarcasm. “Feeling’s mutual by the way.”
You turn around to him again. “You know, I don’t think this is working out. We should go our separate ways.”
Nate laughs, “Nice try. We’re so close to finding the treasure, I’m not leaving your side.”
“Because you wouldn’t find it without me.”
“You’ve got the notebook. Of course, I wouldn’t be able to find it without you.”
***
You continue to put up with Nate until you reach the chamber the treasure is in. You get that familiar giddy feeling you always get when you’re about to reach a treasure.
With Nate’s help, you push the huge stone that’s covering the opening away. You’re the first inside the room. The ceilings are high, but the only light source is coming from your flashlights. You’re surprised how intact this building still is.
You look around the room, but nothing really stands out until your flashlight reveals a stone chest in the corner of the room.
“It must be in there.” You mutter, even though you expected there to be more gold than just a chest of it.
Nate follows you there, you open the chest and…
Nothing.
Except for a note and a curious-looking dagger.
It’s no use, the treasure was definitely not here, and you had to basically start over. You can’t make sense of the note and the dagger just yet, so you and Nate decide to go back into town and try to figure this out.
You aren’t sure why you’re still entertaining him. You should have told him to fuck off ages ago. But even though he’s annoying, it’s nice to have some company for a change.
Once back in town you inform your boss of the new development. He’s not happy but knows there’s nothing you can do about it.
A couple hours later, someone knocks on your door, and when you open it, Nate’s standing there, a bottle of wine in his hand.
“Ready to figure this out?”
You’re surprised to see him, but then again not. You have to keep in mind that he was only after the treasure; he doesn’t want to spend time with you. And you don’t want to spend time with him.
You could just tell him to leave, but what harm could a glass of wine do?
Famous last words.
Two hours and two bottles of wine later, you at least know where to go next. But you’re also a little drunk.
“Have I ever told you how much I admire you?” Nate says, his cheek resting in his palm as he looks at you. His words are just a little slurred, and the way he smiles at you is almost adorable.
“Uh, no, I don’t recall you ever saying something positive about me.” You tilt your head to the side, unsure of where this is going.
“That can’t be true.” He rests his other hand on your knee. The heat of his skin takes you aback, goosebumps rising on your arms at the contact. “We had some good times together in the past, gorgeous.”
The pet name tenfolds the reaction you just had, and you tighten your fists, afraid he’d see your hands shaking.
“Don’t call me that.” You bite at him. He used to call you gorgeous back when you were still friends. It would make your cheeks heat up every time, and you’d tell him it’s annoying, but secretly you loved it. You loved the idea of him thinking you’re gorgeous.
But not anymore. Now it just brings back bad memories. Memories of his betrayal. How can you ever believe he meant anything he said when he went behind your back in the worst way.
“Why not?” He raises one eyebrow. His hand is still on your knee, and he gives it a little squeeze.
“It’s annoying.” You should make him take his hand off your leg, but you can’t bring yourself to it. It’s been way too long since you’ve had some human contact, and your body is soaking up his warmth like it needs it to live.
Nate tilts his head. “You sure about that?” Nate’s hand slowly travels higher on your leg, and the urge to squeeze your thighs together is worrying.
You look at him and catch yourself wondering what his lips would feel like against yours. If his hair is as soft as it looks. His cheeks are tinted red, from the alcohol, you assume. His eyes twinkle in the light of your hotel room. It’s annoying how handsome he is. And it’s even more annoying how much power he still has over your body.
Without realising, you’ve leaned in closer to him.
“Nate.” You want to tell him that this is a bad idea. That you and him together is wrong on so many levels. You want to tell yourself that, too. But these past couple of hours have almost felt like it had back in the day, with you and Nate working as a team. You felt like you were about to get whiplash from all these conflicting emotions.
“Y/N.” Nate cups your face with one hand, his thumb caressing your cheekbone. “Just let it happen, gorgeous.”
That’s all it takes. You feel your resolve crumble as he leans in. The tip of his nose brushes against yours before he captures your lips.
You shift even closer to him and slide one hand into his soft hair as you reciprocate his kiss. His lips are surprisingly soft as he kisses your top lip, then your bottom lip, before moving his hand to the back of your neck. You open your lips ever so slightly and flick your tongue over his bottom lip.
You can feel him smile, and then his tongue is meeting yours, and you tighten your grip on his hair. You don’t remember ever being kissed like this.
Your surroundings seem to blur as you push all your thoughts to the back of your head and allow yourself to just feel.
You don’t know how much time passes with you and Nate kissing, but when your name falls from his lips like a prayer, it’s like someone burst a bubble in your head.
You need to get some distance from him, so you pull away. For a moment, Nate follows your movement, his lips chasing yours, but you move your head to the side.
This is still Nate, the Nate you can’t trust. A couple of hours of teamwork don’t change that. If you don’t stop this now, you don’t know how far you’ll let things go. Probably too far.
“I think you should leave.” You whisper, unable to look into his eyes.
Nate pauses for a moment, then he nods and clears his throat, “I’ll see you in the morning.”
“Okay.”
As soon as you hear the door click shut, you let yourself fall back onto the couch and groan. How could you have let this happen? Yes, you’re a little tipsy, but that’s no excuse for just letting him kiss you!
But that kiss.
You don’t think you’ve ever had a better kiss in your life. The realisation makes you groan again. Nate doesn’t have the right to be such a good kisser!
Still grumpy, you get ready for bed. You’ll deal with your feelings in the morning.
***
You wake up before your alarm, and suddenly you have an uneasy feeling. As you look at the coffee table, you see two empty wine bottles along with glasses and lots of scrap notebook paper. It’s a mess.
Just like your head because you’re still thinking about Nate’s lips on yours. (That’s nothing against last night’s dreams, though)
Still slightly frazzled, you get ready as quickly as you can. You need to get to the treasure quickly before someone else can.
When you’re almost ready to go, you decide to clean up the room a little bit. You don’t want housekeeping to see the remnants of last night.
You throw away all the notes that led to nothing last night, and as you look at the clear coffee table in front of you, it suddenly dawns on you why you had such an uneasy feeling all morning.
The dagger is gone.
You turn over every pillow on the sofa and even look underneath it. Nothing.
There’s only one explanation. Nate took it.
You let him seduce you, and he stole from you. Taking a deep breath, you keep from screaming in frustration.
You knew you shouldn’t have worked with him. It seems to always end with him betraying you.
But hey, you were supposed to meet this morning. Maybe he didn’t actually go behind your back and will be waiting for you in the lobby?
*
Of course, he isn’t waiting for you in the lobby. As a matter of fact, you find out he has already checked out.
You give the receptionist a strained smile before heading out yourself. Maybe you can still catch up with him. At least you know where to look for him.
While you’re making your way through the jungle, you’re mad at yourself for letting him trick you so easily. You know what he’s like.
This is exactly what happened the last time you worked together. You woke up one morning, and he was gone with the diary that held all the information. Luckily the guy you two had been working with at the time had caught him before he was gone too far. That way, you were still able to obtain the treasure.
But it made you realise the kind of person Nate was. He doesn’t care about anyone but himself. You thought you were best friends, but he betrayed you without blinking an eye. And now he’s done the same thing because you let your hormones control you for one evening.
Pathetic.
Suddenly, the sound of gunshots rings through the quiet jungle, and you can’t help but be worried. What if something happened to Nate?
You shouldn’t care, that’s what!
The gunshots didn’t seem to be too far from where you were, so you pick up your pace, trying to find whoever it is. Maybe not the best idea, but you’re curious.
As you break through the foliage, you notice Nate on the ground behind a rock, clutching his arm, blood seeping through his shirt. He’s been hit.
Suits him right, a small voice in your head says. You don’t want him to be seriously injured, but he deserves a little payback.
You crouch down next to him, making sure you’re not seen by the people still scouting the area.
“Y/N?” Nate seems surprised to see you.
“Shut up. I’m not in the mood to talk to you.” You hiss as you peek over the rock to see what’s going on. Just like last time, you don’t recognise most of the people, but one face is very familiar to you.
“Rafe? What is he doing here?” Rafe’s one of your closest associates. If you do work with someone on a treasure hunt, it’s with him. So why is he here but not working with you?
“He might be looking for the treasure, sweetheart.” Nate presses out as he tries to sit up.
“Didn’t I tell you to shut up?” You don’t even look at him, your eyes still trained on Rafe as you try to make out what he’s saying.
“Moncada wants the treasure ASAP.” Rafe bellows, and the name of your boss makes you freeze. If he’s working for your boss, why don’t you know about it? Did Moncada send him as support? “Y/N should be around here somewhere.” You’re about to stand up, but Nate wraps his hand around your forearm and slowly shakes his head. You look at him questioningly, but then Rafe continues, “If you find her, shoot her.”
What?
You suck in a breath. Why would Rafe want that? You’ve worked quite well as a team in the past. Why does he want you dead all of a sudden?
“Moncada promised us a good bonus if we kill her, so keep your eyes open!” Rafe claps his hands, and his men start moving, but you’re frozen in place. Nate squeezing your arm pulls you out of your stupor.
“We need to find a hiding spot,” Nate urges while trying to get up. “I managed to trick them into thinking I ran into a different direction but if we stay here they’ll find us.”
For a moment, you just stare at him. Moncada wants you dead. Your boss and, in some way, your father figure wants you to die. A billion different explanations as to why he would want that flit through your brain but none of them make sense to you.
“Y/N!” Nate hisses, and even though you maybe shouldn’t, you follow him without thinking twice about it.
You end up in a small cave hidden away by vines and other foliage. Nate lets himself fall against one of the rocks, still clutching his arm. And finally, you can get enough of a grip to ask him what happened.
“Rafe and his men suddenly showed up. At first I thought he was on his own but as you might have noticed he’s working for Moncada.”
“Why does he want me dead?” You furrow your eyebrows and see Nate shrug his shoulders with a wince.
You’re pacing back and forth in front of him, too anxious to stand still. The moment one of Rafe’s men sees you, you’re dead. It doesn’t make sense. Rafe has been one of the men protecting you on your past adventures. How is he okay with just killing you all of a sudden? You thought you could trust him. Sounds familiar.
“I don’t wanna interrupt your crisis but a little help would be nice.” You stop your pacing and turn to look at Nate.
Shirtless.
“Why is your shirt off?” It’s out of your mouth before you can stop yourself, your eyes glued to his chest. You have to admit, he’s got some muscles. Nice muscles. You watch them move under his tan skin, and you wouldn’t be surprised if you start salivating in the next three seconds.
But it doesn’t come to that because Nate starts talking, and your eyes snap up to look at his face again. “Originally to get better access to the wound, but this is a nice side effect.” He winks, causing your face to heat up. You feel like you got caught doing something you shouldn’t be doing.
Maybe because ogling Nate is a bad idea.
“Shut up.”
Nate just smirks. “Will you help me now or are you going to let me bleed out?”
“I should, with how you stole from me.” You say but walk towards him anyway. He won’t bleed out if you don’t help him, he’s exaggerating, and both of you know that. Opening your backpack, you pull out your first aid kit. It’s come in handy many times.
Both of you are quite as you prepare to take care of the wound.
“I’m sorry.” Nate finally says with a sigh. “I shouldn’t have stolen the dagger from you.”
“Somehow I don’t really buy you being sorry.” You mumble before cleaning the wound with some water. Then you apply some gel, being rougher than you need to be.
“Ouch! Be careful!” Nate complains, but you have no intention of being soft with him. “I really am sorry!” Nate insists, then he lets out a groan of pain, and maybe you are just a little bit softer with him.
You reach for a bandage, and Nate visibly tenses when you get closer to him.
“I’ll be gentle.” You reassure him. “If you explain.”
“Why I did it?” He raises one eyebrow.
“That much is obvious. Why you’re sorry all of a sudden. You didn’t bat an eye at stealing from me in the past.”
“I’ve realised some stuff.” Nate lets out a breath while you gently wrap the bandage over his arm. You can’t help but notice how well defined his biceps are. Focus!
“And what did you realise?”
Nate takes his time before he answers. You’re tying up the bandage when he finally speaks up.
“That being angry with you all my life won’t do me any favours.” He clears his throat. “Yeah you broke my trust when you just left me for dead on our last mission together but–”
“I didn’t!” You can’t believe what he’s saying. “You were about to take off alone with the diary. You stole from me just like you did last night! You’re a thief Nate. And I thought you would at least have some respect for your friends, or even just your best friend at the time.” You point at yourself. “But you didn’t. You stole from me like I was some random person you couldn’t give two shits about.”
Nate looks to the side with a sneer. “So fucking stupid.”
“Excuse me? Did you just call me stupid?”
“And what if I did? What are you going to do about it?”
“I’m so sick of your fucking games, Nate. When this is over I don’t ever wanna see you again.”
“And I’m sick of your higher than thou attitude! As if you’re better than me! You’re just some lonely girl finding treasures to get the praise she so desperately needs. I bet you run back to Moncada every time you find a treasure, wagging your tail, presenting it to him like a good little puppy!”
“Shut up! You have no idea what you’re talking about!”
“You shut up, or I’ll make you shut up.” His voice is menacing, but you’re not scared. The air between you both is charged, and as much as you know you should take a step back, you don’t. You’re standing so close that the fabric of your shirt is brushing against his skin, and you can feel his body heat radiating off of him.
“I’d like to see you try.”
Nate doesn’t answer, not verbally. But in the next moment, one of his hands is on the back of your neck and his lips on yours. You let out a surprised whimper. You weren’t expecting him to kiss you. Not again. And not when he had nothing to take from you.
You don’t think as you fist your hands in his hair and pull him closer. You don’t think as you open your mouth and deepen the kiss. And you definitely don’t think as you let him lead you backwards until your back makes contact with the wall.
You wrap one of your legs around his hip, his hand immediately there to steady you. You’re still feverishly kissing as you feel his hips rut into yours, causing you to moan.
“You’re so fucking aggravating.” You manage to say between kisses, and you think you hear Nate growl. You can’t ignore the tingling in your lower belly any longer, even though you’re almost ashamed that, of all people, Nate is the one to draw this kind of reaction from you. Almost.
“Try being in your company for a day, you’ll know who’s the aggravation one then.”
“I hate you.”
“You sure about that? Doesn’t seem like you hate me right now. The way you’re rubbing yourself on me.”
Now you’re the one growling.
“I bet if I’d put my hand in your panties you’d be dripping for me.”
You pull a face at his words. It’s not that he’s wrong, but it’s annoying that he knows what he’s doing to you.
You decide to challenge him, though.
“I wouldn’t be so sure about that.” You say, leaning your head back against the stone wall so you can look at him. His eyes are hooded, his lips slightly swollen from your kisses.
“Wanna bet?” He raises one eyebrow, and you mirror his expression. You know you shouldn’t underestimate Nate, but you wanna know how far you can push him. “Let’s see then.” He says before starting to unbutton your pants.
He’s really doing it.
Your heart feels like it’s about to jump out of your throat it’s beating that fast. Your breathing quickens in anticipation.
And then he’s running his fingers through your folds.
“You’re so fucking wet for me Y/N. Try to deny it all you want, you’re dying to have me cock inside you.”
You moan at the sensation of being touched by him, but you don’t want to have him get the upper hand. “So are you going to do anything about it, or are you one of those guys who’re all talk and can’t even find the–“You can’t even finish the sentence before his thumb is on your clit, drawing tight circles.
“What was that about being one of those guys?”
You wanna curse at him, but now he’s pushed two fingers into your cunt, and you’re unable to form proper words.
“What was that?” He’s smirking. He knows your putty in his hands now, the way you’re holding on to him. The way you’re pushing your hips into his hand, craving more.
You start to repeat what you were going to say, but then his fingertips brush against a particularly sensitive spot inside you, and all you can do is moan.
“That’s what I thought. He chuckles softly. “Had I known this is how I get you to shut up, I would’ve done it a long time ago.”
You pull on his hair with a moan, but he just laughs. “Just like that, gorgeous. Let me hear you.” He tightens his grip on your thigh and picks up his pace. You’re a moaning mess, but at this point, you don’t care.
You don’t care that you’re supposed to hate him.
You don’t care that he’s the last person you should be attracted to.
You don’t care that he seems to be enjoying the way you’re unable to talk back.
Because he’s making you feel so fucking good.
“I know you want my cock, baby, but you’re not getting it.” You pull on his hair again in protest. “Not until we find the treasure.”
“Fuck you.” You manage to say, but Nate just chuckles. You don’t know what could possibly be funny about this.
He hums as he leans in to place soft kisses on your neck. “This isn’t easy for me.” He whispers in your ear, making shivers run down your spine. Your pussy tightens around his fingers, and you’re certain you can feel him smile. “I’m so fucking hard you have no idea. It’s taken a lot of control to not just bend you over and fuck you stupid. Until you’re so fucked out you can barely walk. But we’ve got a treasure to find, gorgeous.”
And then he leans back and just looks into your eyes as he keeps fingering you, his thumb playing with your clit. You’re unable to look away as his pace slows down and something seems to shift in the air. You’re drowning in his eyes. You’ve always loved his eyes. Cherished every moment you got to see them up close. But you’ve never been this close.
“You’re so fucking beautiful, Y/N.” Nate almost pants. He nudges the tip of his nose against yours before he plants a kiss on your lips. Just one simple peck. One might even say an innocent kiss if it wasn’t for his fingers that were still moving in and out of your dripping cunt. “Bet you’re even prettier when you cum. You gonna show me?” He asks with another kiss and picks up his pace. Just a little, but it’s exactly what you need.
“Yes, fuck, right there.”
“You gonna be a good girl and cum for me?” His words are barely above a whisper, but that’s all it takes to push you over the edge.
Your mouth falls open as your orgasm washes over you, and if possible, you pull yourself even closer to Nate.
“That’s it.” He hums, his eyes moving over your face. “So fucking gorgeous.”
Nate keeps praising you as you come down from your high, his forehead resting against yours. When your breathing is almost back to normal, he starts neatly putting your panties back in place.
“You’re wrong.” He murmurs, his nose brushing against yours as he pulls up your pants. Normally, you’d feel belittled if a guy was doing this. Or at least you’d feel used as if he’d want to get you dressed as quickly as possible so you could leave. But with Nate… It feels like an intimate moment, and you have no clue why.
“What are you talking about?” Your hands are still in his hair; you can’t seem to let go of him. You should push him away, tell him you can dress yourself, thank you very much. But you don’t.
“I would’ve never stolen from you.” He zips and buttons your pants before looking at you. You don’t know how he can just pick the conversation back up after what just happened. But oh well, if he wants to keep arguing, so be it.
You tilt your head to the side. He has to realise how ridiculous that sounds just hours after he did, in fact, steal from you.
“Back then.” He clarifies. “I trusted you with my life.” He looks at you intently, his hands now on your hips. “I cared so much about you.” He pauses and closes his eyes for a few seconds. “I still do. Despite everything that happened between us, I care so fucking much about you. Rafe knew that, and he used it against me. He kept telling me how he’s gonna make sure you’ll be okay. You’ll be taken care of. ‘Don’t worry, Nate. I’m gonna make sure you and your girl get a decent chunk of the money.’ He said. But Rafe had spent months planting doubts in your head. I didn’t realise it back then, but in the final months of us working together, you started becoming more and more distant. You would go to him with new clues first.
“At first I didn’t think anything of it. I thought you did it because he’s the more experienced treasure hunter. But then you started keeping things from me. I felt like you were going behind my back, that you didn’t want to work with me anymore. And then one day Rafe sent me to scout the area and when I came back both of you were gone.”
It’s hard to wrap your head around everything Nate is telling you. And maybe you should be a little more careful because you can’t be a hundred per cent sure that Nate is telling the truth. But your gut is telling you that he is. At some point during the past 24 hours, you realised that Nate isn’t the egoistic asshole that you thought he was.
Yeah, okay, he stole the dagger from you, but wouldn’t you have done the same in his position? Probably.
You watch him for a moment. He’s got no reason to lie to you. He’s the one with the dagger. He could’ve just run off with it. He doesn’t need your help. But yet he asked for it. And even more importantly, he saved your life earlier. If it wasn’t for him, you would’ve run straight to Rafe when you saw him. And you’d be dead.
If he had told you all of this last night, you wouldn’t have believed him. But now? You believe him.
It makes sense. Now that you’ve seen Rafe’s true self, you can see him manipulating you. Doing everything to get you and Nate to split up. Nate hadn’t been the biggest fan of Rafe. Or even Moncada. He didn’t like the idea of just finding the treasure for someone else. But Rafe told you time and time again that Moncada would reimburse you more than enough. And ever since you started working for him, he kept his word. But back then, you and Nate had argued more than once if working for him and with Rafe was a good idea. But Nate always agreed because you trusted Rafe. And Rafe got you to trust him more than your best friend. The realisation feels like a punch in the gut.
“So you’re saying that you didn’t try to steal from us? That Rafe made that up?” You feel stupid because it all makes sense. Why didn’t you realise it sooner? Why did you let yourself be manipulated by Rafe?
“He played us.” Nate nods. “For whatever reason he wanted to get rid of me and turn us against each other.”
“So all these years… I hated you for no reason?” You feel guilty as you say this. Thinking back to all the things you said to him. All the length you went to beat him, to be the better treasure hunter when you could’ve worked as a team this whole time.
“Hey, don’t feel bad. I hated you, too.” Nate smiles at you, but you can see that he, too, feels the guilt.
“Can I…” You start, and his eyes focus on yours. “Can I give you a hug or something?” You ask, not sure how to deal with all of this. Asking for a hug is probably the weirdest thing, considering his fingers had been inside you not too long ago, and your hands were still resting at the nape of his neck.
Nate lets out a laugh but wraps his arms around your waist. “You’re so weird.”
You tug on a strand of his hair which makes him laugh even more, but then he’s holding you tightly, and you can feel his warm skin everywhere.
“I’m sorry.” You say after a while. “I shouldn’t have allowed Rafe to turn me against you. I don’t even know how he managed to do that. You’re the person I trusted the most.”
“Don’t worry about it Y/N. He’s a conniving, manipulative son of a bitch. And you were impressionable. We both were.” He shrugs his shoulders. “He wanted me gone. And he knew how much I cared about you and used that against me. There’s nothing we can do about it now.”
“Actually, there is.”
***
Your plan is to simply find the treasure and be gone before Rafe gets there. Now that you’re working with Nate again, you know you can do it. There was a reason Rafe wanted to split the two of you apart. You were too good together.
And now that the air between you has sort of been cleared, Nate isn’t even that annoying anymore. Sure, he’s still a little shit. But instead of it slowly driving you up the wall, you almost find it charming.
“So now that we’re on good terms again, does that mean we’re going to split the treasure accordingly? 75% for me and 25% for you?” Nate asks as he follows you along one of the tunnels that will hopefully lead you to the treasure. You know he’s got a smirk on his face without having to turn around.
As a reply, you just flip him off.
Finally, you reach a heavy stone door that, according to all the clues you have, should be the only thing between you and the treasure right now.
You turn around to Nate and motion for him to step forward. “Go ahead,” The dagger needs to be inserted into the keyhole in the centre of the door.
“I’m honestly surprised you haven’t attempted to steal it back from me.” Nate muses as he steps closer to the door while rummaging through his backpack.
You can’t help but smirk.
“Funny you say that.” With that, you pull the dagger from your own backpack and wave it in front of his face. You took it from him back in the cave while tending to his wound.
“Are you serious?” He gapes at you, making you laugh.
“Just because we had a little heart to heart doesn’t mean I completely trust you again.” You shrug your shoulders before walking to the door and inserting the key.
“That’s fair,” Nate mumbles while you turn the key. It isn’t easy, but you manage to do it, and with a loud clacking noise, the ancient mechanism starts working. Dust and dirt fall to the ground as the door slowly moves out of the way.
You take a tentative step forward. This could very well be just another trap. But you’ve done this for long enough to know that it’s not. This is the real deal. You open the chest closest to you, and there it is. The treasure. And there’s not just one chest. There’s dozens of them.
You turn around to Nate with the biggest smile. “We did it!”
Nate mirrors your smile. “I guess we did.”
And there’s still no sight of Rafe and his men. You’re over the moon. All the tension leaves your body, and all you can feel is pure joy.
Giddy, you throw your arms around Nate’s neck. He stumbles back a bit, not expecting your outburst, but then he wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you closer.
You don’t remember the last time you got to celebrate finding a treasure with someone else. And because this feels like a special sort of victory, you’re even more excited. And before you know what you’re doing, you’re pulling Nate close to plant a kiss on his lips. You can feel him smile against you, his hands moving to cup your ass and all the excitement you’re feeling suddenly turns into lust. The kiss turns heated as you open your lips.
“I think there’s something you wanted to give me when we find the treasure.” You raise an eyebrow at him before moving one of your hands to where his cock is already straining against his pants.
“If you’re not careful I’ll bend you over right here and now.” He grumbles, his eyes dark.
“I dare you.” You smile at him wickedly. “But make it quick, we don’t have much time before Rafe shows up.”
You don’t have to tell him twice. With one quick movement, he whirls you around and bends you over one of the large treasure chests. Wetness pools between your legs. You never thought you’d be fucking on a treasure, but it’s exciting as fuck.
Nate’s impatient, trying to pull down your pants without even opening them. It’s not working, so you quickly fumble with the button. Before you can get to the zipper, it opens itself as Nate finally pulls down your pants.
“Been thinking about this all fucking day.” He says as he struggles with his own pants. “Look at you. So fucking gorgeous bent over for me.” You look back at him just as he pulls out his cock, and you can’t help but moan. He’s hard, precum already dripping from the tip.
“Hold on tight, baby.” He says and steps closer to you. You try and find something to hold on to, finally reaching for the edge of the treasure chest, digging your fingers into the sturdy material. You push your ass in the air, impatiently waiting for the moment he’ll finally fill you up.
Nate places one of his hands on your hip, and you’re tingling with anticipation. “You wore these just for me? You expected to get laid in the jungle?” He asks as he slips one of his fingers under the edge of your underwear. It’s one of the prettier pairs you own, not the functional ones you’d usually wear on a trip like this. But you wanted to feel sexy and confident, who can blame you?
“I’m wearing these for me,” you say with a certain edge to your voice. You want him to stop talking.
“Sure you are, sweetheart.” Then you feel your panties digging into your skin for a second before a cracking sound fills the air, and the pressure is gone.
“Better.” You hear Nate murmur, and your mouth falls open in shock.
“Did you just rip my underwear?”
“Oops.”
“You son of a–“
You don’t get to finish your sentence because the next thing you know, he gently kicks the inside of your foot, causing you to spread your legs further before pushing into you, stretching you out, and you can’t do anything but tilt your hips to give him better access.
“Looks like someone loses the ability to speak once their cunt is filled.” Nate leans over you, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear. You reach back with one of your hands, grabbing a fistful of his hair like you’ve down before, not tugging on it, but just holding onto him, keeping him close.
“You feel so fucking good, gorgeous.” He starts thrusting, and now you are tugging on his hair. “I love it when you pull my hair.” He says, then places a kiss right under your ear. One of his hands is holding onto your hip tightly, the other resting on the treasure chest next to you.
His thrusts are slow and deliberate, and as much as you love this, you don’t have all day.
“Faster, Nate. Give it to me.”
Nate grunts at your words, but then he picks up the pace, fucking into you like there’s no tomorrow, and somehow he manages to brush against your g-spot every time. Your whole body is wound uptight, your hips slamming against the treasure chest with every forceful thrust, and you know you’re gonna have bruises tomorrow, but you don’t give a fuck.
“I’m so fucking close.” Nate presses out, his thrusts growing more erratic.
“Cum for me.” You tug on his hair. “Fill me up, Nate.”
“Fuck!” He rights himself, both his hands now on your hips, and if possible, he fucks even deeper into you, and suddenly, without warning, you’re coming undone.
Your walls tighten around him as a guttural moan leaves your lips, and then you feel him cum inside you.
He keeps thrusting lethargically until he’s completely spent, then he slowly pulls out.
You feel your combined juices dripping out of you, and even though your mind is still clouded from that intense orgasm, you reach between your legs to not ruin your pants. He’s already destroyed your panties, and as hot as that was, you still have to make your way back to the city.
“Can you hand me a tissue or something?” You ask, your breathing still heavy.
“Ah, shit, wait. Take this for now.” He hands you something, and you can’t fight the urge to roll your eyes.
“Are these my panties?”
You hear Nate chuckle before his hand covers yours, his other arm wrapping around your waist to pull you into a standing position, holding you against his chest.
“I’m sorry I ripped them.”
“Are you really?” You lean to the side and look back at him with a raised brow, the smirk on his face is all you need to know. “That’s what I thought.”
He helps you clean up before calling Sully to organise the relocation of the treasure.
*
When you’re finally back in the city, knowing you beat Rafe to the treasure, you feel like you’re on top of the world.
You know he still wants you dead, that you have to be careful. But you’ve got Nate and Sully (who was sceptical at first but agreed to give you a chance) protecting you. Perhaps you should take a break from treasure hunting for a while. It would be the smart thing to do, get off of Rafe and Moncada’s radar. But you know when the next opportunity to find a treasure comes along, you won’t hesitate to go after it.
You don’t know where you and Nate are headed, what the things that happened between you mean. But you know you’ll figure it out.
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summary: you know nathan drake like the back of your hand, and he knows everything about you. your mind is always wandering back to him, even when you don’t want it to be. a huge thank u to @sunshinehollandd and @captaindanvxrs for helping with this idea and helping me edit this i love you guys so so much <3
pairing: nathan drake x fem!reader
warnings: angst, some fluff, language, drinking, nate and reader being a little toxic to each other. just pure heartbreaking stuff.
wc: a heartbreaking 1.8k
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when you first met nate, you were instantly intrigued by him. the two of you first introduced yourselves when he started working at the same bar as you. everyone else there loved him almost instantly, because who wouldn’t? he was sarcastic, witty, charming, and knew how to crack a good joke every now and again.
and, of course, he was extremely good looking.
the two of you got pretty close after consistently working shifts together. it was a friendship no one really saw coming, and didn’t seem to make sense to anyone but the two of you. of course, the closer you two got, the more your feelings for him grew. the little moments between the two of you stuck in your mind like glue, never slipping from your mind. as depressing as it seemed, you didn’t want them to fade, even if it hurt to look back on them.
you two were giggling about nothing, the city lights of new york city pouring into the room from the windows. you were leaning on your elbow, feet resting on his legs, with a bottle of rosé sitting on the floor. at the same time, the two of you talked about anything and everything.
“you know, i never understood the appeal of new york until i moved here,” you looked out the window, oblivious to the fact that his eyes wandered to your face, taking you in, “could be because i always thought it was overrated.”
he chuckled, grabbing the bottle and taking a sip from it before responding, “yeah, it’s definitely not the kind of city that's made for everyone.”
you nodded in agreement, “it grew on me. nowhere else really feels like home anymore.”
“understandable,” he replied. the music playing softly in the background slowly faded, the vinyl playing through to the end. he tapped your legs lightly, signaling you to move them. he let out a soft grunt as he stood, making his way to the record player.
“what’s next?” you asked, taking your own swig of the wine. you two had decided to open it about an hour ago, and the bottle was almost finished. you could feel the warmth in your face and you could tell your cheeks were red from the alcohol.
he hummed, putting the record back in its sleeve before skimming through your collection. his fingers stopped over one of them, pulling it out and placing it on the turntable, “something we haven’t heard in a while.”
you smiled softly as he adjusted the needle to fall to one specific spot in the vinyl, listening as one of your favorite slow songs began playing through the speakers. you smiled as he walked back over to you with his hands out for you to take them. he pulled you up to your feet, grinning as you met his gaze again.
“dance with me?”
you rolled your eyes playfully, arms wrapping around his neck as his found their home on your waist,
“always.”
the two of you swayed to the music, your head falling to his chest as you looked out the window to the city lights again.
you could stay like this forever.
you and nate were everyone's favorite couple to talk about. everyone knew how in love you were with him, and how he felt the same about you. your friends would always be the first to ask when the wedding was whenever you got together to catch up, and you’d both shake your heads and laugh, reminding them that it’s still a little too soon.
as you and nate started getting more serious, so did his relationship with sully. you knew about nate’s past, and he had let you know that he’s always wanted to find this treasure both his father and brother talked about. you had honestly tried your best to understand in vain, but supported him through his decisions regardless of your views.
the more serious the treasure hunting got, though, the less serious your relationship became. you felt like you had been placed on the back burner of his life, and it was crushing to feel so unwanted, unneeded, and pushed aside while you still loved him with every fiber of your being.
it ended in a fight. of course.
“nate, do you not hear yourself right now?!” you yelled, standing in the living room of your apartment in disbelief. he had just told you that he was going with sully to barcelona to pursue more questionable clues about treasure no one was even sure actually existed.
“do you hear yourself?” he replied, spinning your words back on you, “come on, you’re supposed to support me, not tear me down.”
“i’m not - i am! and i have been, in case you haven't noticed! but you’re telling me that you’d rather go off and possibly die over something you're not even certain exists; all for what? the adrenaline? the thrill of thinking you’ll possibly be recognized from it? i mean, you can’t even tell me that you love me, for gods sake! but you want to go halfway across the country for some made up treasure hunt without a second thought?!”
you knew your words were hurtful. but honestly, you wanted them to be. after everything he had said and done, part of you just wanted him to know how it felt to be in your shoes.
“you know it’s more than that! this is what my entire family has been after for years. ages before i ever even met you!” he said,“it’s my only chance of figuring out where my brother could be, too. how could you not get this?”
you knew how important his brother was for him, and when you saw the tears glistening in his eyes, you almost felt bad, almost stopped, almost apologized. you didn't, though, continuing,”how do you even know sam is still alive, nate? how many months has it been since you’ve even gotten a postcard?!”
he scoffed, turning away from looking at you as he gathered his things,”if you can’t respect the fact that i have to do this, that i need to at least try and find out for sure if he is alive or not, then i don’t know what i’m still doing here.”
you swallowed thickly, blinking back tears, refusing to let him see you cry over him,”and what if you die? what am i supposed to do then?”
he stopped, looking back at you, face growing cold as he threw his backpack over his shoulder, “dead or not, you can just forget about me for all i care.”
you watched as he left, the door slamming on his way out. you let the tears fall as soon as he was gone, hand covering your mouth as you let out a quiet sob.
you didn’t hear from him again.
you had no way of knowing if he even was alive, or not. the desire for information, any information, made you understand a bit more where he was coming from regarding his brother.
that didn't make you feel any better.
you walked through the streets of new york, headphones in your ears as you made your way back to your apartment after work.
you tried your best to move on, friends set you up on dates with guys they thought you’d like. you only let a couple stay around. you hated to admit it, but you just couldn’t move past nate. you knew you had to, at this point there was no sense in trying to fix something so beyond broken.
you made your way into the complex, getting out your keys and unlocking your door. as you stepped in and kicked off your shoes, you turned the lamp on.
you jumped at the figure sitting on the couch, tugging an earbud out as you shut the door,”nate?”
he smiled softly, standing as he wiped his palms against the material of his pants. his face was littered in small cuts and bruises. you stood there staring at him, trying to decipher if this was real or just your imagination.
“i’m real, don’t worry.” he said, almost like he could read your mind.
“what the hell are you doing here?” you asked, crossing your arms as you looked at him up and down.
“i, uhm… honestly, i don’t really know.”
“you don’t know?” you asked incredulously, “so you just invited yourself into my apartment after months of letting me wonder if you were even alive? months after breaking up with me without a second thought, all because you decided some childhood fantasy was worth more than i was?”
he sighed, “look, please don’t start this-“
you cut him off, “get out.”
he stared at you blankly, but you stood tall with your arms crossed.
“please - just let me explain.”
you shook your head, grabbing the jacket that sat on the back of the couch, “no, really, i don’t care. please get out of my apartment. now.”
he sighed softly, grabbing the jacket as he approached you. you stepped back when he got close, waving him towards the door and he nodded, resigning and reaching for the doorknob; stopping briefly on his way out to look over his shoulder as he touched it.
“i did really love you, you know? hell, i never stopped loving you,” he admitted, “i wanted to find that treasure so we could build a happy life together, no other reason.”
you couldn’t tell if he was making it up so he could stay or not. it didn't matter, anyways.
you weren't about to let the months you spent healing yourself come crumbling down because he finally wanted to tell you how he felt - if there even was any truth to his words. you had worked too hard and cried too much to let that happen.
you watched as he opened the front door, slipping out into the hallway as he closed it behind him, walking out of your life once again, not saying another word.
you locked the door and pressed your back up against the cool wood, sliding down as your knees pressed against your chest. you let the tears fall down your cheeks and onto your neck, sniffling quietly to yourself, feeling absolutely defeated.
you looked out the windows, the city lights glistening as the rain slowly trickled down the window, thinking about how you’d do anything just to be able to feel the same way you did when you danced with him in your bedroom. you loved him more than you could ever love anyone else, including yourself. you wished you could turn it off, but you knew your feelings weren't going to go anywhere. you hated him for leaving you, but at the same time you were overwhelmed with all the love you held for him with nowhere to go.
maybe you had been a bit too hard on him, but you had vowed to yourself that you’d never let someone make you feel like a second choice again. never again. you couldn't take the risk of letting the person that led you to make that vow back in your life.
you had begged to feel loved by nathan drake, but he was unable to love someone. not until it was too late.
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you'd both had a little too much to drink after celebrating the success of your mission. your glasses clinked as you both took long swigs of your champagne. once you'd finished what was in your glasses, you sipped from the bottle and nathan looked at you incredulously.
"you amaze me," he said looking at you with doe eyes his own glass now discarded. he wasn't just talking about the mission. this wasn't the first time you'd worked together. everything about you amazed him. could you blame him for developing the tiniest of crushes on you?
"back at you," you replied playfully winking and you heard him chuckle as he took the bottle from your hand taking a long sip making sure he was making eye contact. you watched the way his lips wrapped around the bottle and you gulped feeling the temperature rise in the room.
that's what started it.
before you knew it you were pressed against him, hands on his cheeks holding him as your lips molded together. his hands were on your back keeping you close not daring to let go.
you let your arms slip around his neck as his hands traveled down your back. his fingers rested near the top of your ass as you subconsciously moaned into his mouth when they dug gently into the fabric of your shorts.
the kiss was heated, heads moving in sync finding the best angle for your tongues to mix. you could taste all the assortment of alcohol the two of you had been sipping on all night and it all made you more desperate to feel him close. you pressed your thigh between his legs and he audibly groaned pulling away.
looking at him with confusion you wondered if you'd done something wrong, but he only lifted you so your thighs were wrapped around him, his hands firmly on your ass holding you as he walked you towards the kitchen table.
your lips connected again and you whimpered as he sat you on the hard surface, him between your legs and hands on your thighs digging into your skin.
the kisses traveled down your neck and you couldn't think of any other way of celebrating than nathan on top of you.
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It's the Perfect Time of Year (Somewhere Far Away from Here)
Fandom: Uncharted 4
word count: 6,705
Whumpee: Nathan Drake
Whump tropes: grief, bar fight, beaten, choked, knocked out, caretaking
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It’d been a rough few months, there was really no other way to say it.
After the loss of his brother, it was like Nate lost the ability to care about himself. He poured everything into the search for Sir Drake, reading books and diaries day in and day out until he found something that pointed to a physical location that he could go investigate. Some days when he would get lost in his books it was like he would forget he had a body at all, only remembering to eat or drink when Sully placed something in front of him. He would fuss over having food or drink placed near some of the books and maps, worried that Sully would soil some of them with crumbs or water rings. At first Sullivan took offence that Nate would think he would ever be so careless, but whatever got his attention and brought him back to the present, even if it was only for a short time.
Sully didn't usually hang around between calls from Nate, he'd be there whenever Nate needed him to be, and he did have other stuff he could be doing when he wasn't flying the kid around the globe. But after Sam, and then after Rafe… Nate didn't ask him to stay, but he didn't send him away either. And Sully wasn't about to ask first, knowing if he did Nate would insist he was fine even though he clearly wasn't. He could see the ever growing list of leads, but Nate never set a plan in motion to go after them yet. Was the thought of all that time to be undistracted during travel time daunting? Afraid if he didn’t have his mind distracted by books and maps he would fall headlong into the grief?
So they stayed put, and as long as Nate wasn't telling him to leave, Sully found stuff to do nearby. He found himself taking on the role of house-keeper, not that it got particularly messy since Nate rarely left the room he had claimed as his study in their tiny rental house near the beach, but if Sullivan didn’t sort through the mail every so often it would’ve been ignored until the lights went out and the water stopped dripping from the tap, not that it was super reliable even when the bills were paid on time. He kept the kid fed, nudged him to sleep when he would yawn so hard his jaw looked like it would unhinge, and not so graciously sent him to the shower when he started to stink to high heaven.
Sully felt triumphant when he finally convinced Nate to leave his books, just for an evening, to stretch his legs and think about something else for a little while, to sit in the company of people other than Sully. Begrudgingly, Nate slumped in the passenger seat of the Jeep, his elbow braced on the window frame as he stared out at the greenery whipping past. He mindlessly rubbed his chin with his thumb and didn’t say a word the entire drive. Sully glanced over at him, getting the gist that Nate wouldn’t be that much of a conversationalist quite yet this evening before he flicked on the radio, upbeat Spanish music poured from the tinny speakers of the old Jeep and he tapped along to the rhythm on the steering wheel.
Two songs later they were pulling up to the ramshackle building that was the local bar. The faded sign posted above the door depicted a caricature of a chicken with a comically large cigar clenched in its tooth lined beak. In the weeks they had been in town, Nate had never been there but Sully was a frequent visitor, on the nights he didn’t want to cook anything or was tired of being cooped up in the house and needed a buzz. Nate eyed the area sceptically, and the locals leaning against the railing of the roofed front porch eyed him back.
“Evening, amigos!” Sully called to them, relighting his cigar as he swept past them. Several of the guys grunted a half-assed greeting or nodded in Sully’s direction, familiar with his presence, but kept their sights on Nate as he followed behind the older man.
Sully shoved the front door open, holding it just long enough for Nate to catch it on the way in. Eduardo was in his usual spot behind the bar, pouring a line of drinks for the gaggle of people leaning on the bar already. He glanced up as the door slammed shut, his eyes lighting up with a grin as Sully snagged a pair of stools near the end of the bar.
“Sully!!” the bartender yelled jovially. “What’s good?”
“Everything, Eduardo, look who I finally convinced to join me!” Sully jabbed his thumb over his shoulder in Nate's direction.
“Ah, is this the fabled Mr. Drake?!”
“The one and only,” Sully exclaimed, cringing as the wording hit him too late. He glanced over his shoulder and saw Nate’s lips twist into a frown. He flopped onto the stool next to Sully and crossed his arms on the bar. “My usual, Eddie, make it two.”
“You got it,” Eduardo gave a thumbs up and wandered off to the other end of the bar, grabbing a couple of glasses off of the bar mat as he went.
Sully leaned towards Nate, bumping their shoulders together. “I didn’t mean it like that.”
“No, I get it.” Nate shrugged, looking around at the decor of the bar. It was cleaner inside than the rundown exterior led one to expect. “It’s just a phrase.”
Sully nodded sadly, watching Nate as he looked pretty much everywhere except at another human in the bar at that moment. Neon lights that advertised various alcoholic drinks hanging on the wall above them cast his skin in a blue tinge and the blue-ish colour of his eyes appeared almost black.
Sully saw when his eyes caught on something on the wall across the room and followed his gaze over the gaggle of other patrons to see what captured his attention. A large framed picture hung as a focal point above the pool table, surrounded by smaller framed photos of a variety of people, the backgrounds of many of them showed the ambience of the very bar they were hung in, heads tilted in laughter, glasses raised in salute. A viewer couldn’t help but smile at the joy that poured out of those photos. The large photo in the middle of it all showed two men, each with an arm wrapped around the other and clinking together tall glasses of frothy beer with the caricature of the cigar smoking chicken from the faded sign outside emblazoned on the glasses. The eyes of the man on the right were crinkled shut, his smile wide and you could almost hear the laughter he must have been emitting as the photo was snapped, the man on the left had a mischievous glint in his eyes and a barely controlled smirk moments from erupting into laughter as well.
Sully smiled sadly at it, remembering the history behind the photo that Eduardo had told him just a couple weeks before.
“That’s Eduardo and his brother. They opened this bar together nearly twenty years ago.”
Nate's eyes flicked between the photo and Eduardo pouring drinks at the other end of the bar, vaguely nodding as he recognized the resemblance between the man and the younger version in the photo. He was the one on the right, captured in laughter.
Eduardo swept back towards them with their drinks, setting the glasses down with a satisfying thump on the solid wood bartop, rubbed smooth by decades of glassware and elbows sliding across it. He snatched a wooden bowl from further down the bar, one of several scattered around and plopped it between them, offering a selection of salted nuts. He glanced between the two men, measuring the mood between them until he saw Nate still vacantly staring at the framed photo.
“Ah, another patron captivated by my brother's charm?” Eduardo grinned, almost as wide as the photo, his eyes crinkling into a now familiar pattern of crows feet caused by decades of laughter. “Ignacio had that charm around him, he drew people's attention effortlessly.”
Nate focused on Eduardo and swallowed hard before speaking. “Had?”
“Fifteen years he’s been gone now,” he said with a smile, “I miss him every day, more than anything, but I cherish every memory I had with him.” Eduardo leaned his hip against the lower service side of the bar, folding thick arms across his broad chest as he gazed fondly at the photo. “I was the kid brother who annoyed him whenever he wasn’t working, and sometimes he had to travel far for his work and I wouldn’t see him for months, but he always came back for me.”
He shoved off from the counter, excitedly digging into the pocket of his black linen pants he produced a flat bottle opener. The scuffed red colour of the metal was only visible in small areas, the edges of the material worn and shiny down to the bare metal all the way around the rounded rectangle. He flipped it around lovingly in his hands. “He got me this when he went to Colombia when I was sixteen. He had so many stories of the places he saw, people he met. When we opened this bar he promised he would take me there, but he got sick before we could become even slightly financially stable with this bar.”
Sully glanced between Eduardo and Nate, worried how these stories might affect Nate’s already fragile grief. Nate seemed to be stuck, his head absentmindedly bobbing and his eyes glazed over, as though he were operating on autopilot and only half listening. Eduardo also seemed to have drifted off into his thoughts, smiling softly at the bottle opener in his hands.
Sully cleared his throat. “Well, I hope you can make it there yourself someday, beautiful country, coffee’s great. Say, what is Isabella cooking up back in there, it smells amazing.”
Eduardo shook himself from his reverie and slipped the bottle opener back into his pocket and stood up straight. “Oh Sully, you’re going to love it, I’ll grab you a couple bowls right now!”
When he disappeared into the kitchen, Sully turned to Nate. “You okay still?”
Nate didn’t say anything, merely shrugged one shoulder and stared at the bowl of nuts in front of him. Sully put his hand on Nate's shoulder, squeezing tightly a couple times.
“It’s hard, kid. I know it’s hard, but look at Eduardo. It’s a heavy weight to bear right now but it’ll get easier. It just takes time.”
A flicker of doubt crossed Nate’s face. He couldn’t see it yet and probably wouldn’t for a while.
“We-” Nate’s voice broke and he cleared his throat before trying again. “We never really had any pictures of the two of us. Not since we were kids. I can remember seeing some when I was really young but we didn’t really have much with us when we went to the orphanage, let alone pictures. And if mom had any, they didn’t end up with her books.”
Sully nodded sadly, looking down at the countertop. He had boxes of old photographs in storage back home, his mother had taken photos of everything, even the kittens that had been born to a stray cat under their back porch when he was barely 3 years old, so there were boxes of albums and even more shoeboxes of loose photos. Photos that were deemed precious enough to pass on, full of faces he didn’t even know the names of from when his mother was young, before his time. She had treasured them, and he kept them safe even if he didn’t necessarily understand the context of many of them.
There were albums full of family vacation photos, from when they had packed themselves into his dads Studebaker Coupe and travelled through the southern states during the summer. Albums full of school photos, from the home shorn bowl cut in grade 2 all the way through to the regrettable mullet and barely there moustache he wore with pride in highschool. At the time he didn’t get it, he didn’t know why his mother insisted on taking photos at what seemed like every little moment and carefully preserving them in her albums.
He gets it now.
“I’m sorry, kid.”
Nathan picked up his glass and swirled the amber liquid around, the ice cubes tinkling against the glass and shrugged. “Nothing I can do about it now.”
Sully picked up his glass and tipped the rim towards Nate’s. “To Sam.”
Nate swallowed hard but lifted his drink to clink against Sully’s. “To Sam,” he echoed. Together they thumped their glasses against the bartop and took a drink. It was the first drink Nate had had in weeks and he grimaced at the burn down his throat. “Awful stuff. He would’ve loved it though.”
“He had better taste than you, that's for sure,” Sully said with a chuckle, pleased to see a half hearted grin on Nate’s face.
“He would whip us both at pool too, but I think I could take you.” Nate said, tilting his head to gesture at the pool tables with his chin.
“I’ll take that bet. After we eat though, I play better with a full stomach. Isabella’s food is going to knock your socks off!” Sully shot back the rest of his drink and slammed the glass onto the counter before sliding off the side of his stool. “I’m going to hit the head while we’re waiting.”
He headed off towards the washroom at the back of the room, stepping past the big group of people gathered around the bar. A woman with long dark brown hair sat on a stool with her back against the edge of the bartop, gracefully holding the rim of a stemless wine glass between two fingers, her eyes following as he walked passed. Sully tilted his head towards her with a smile as they made eye contact. Next to her stood a big guy, leaning against the bar and draping his arm across her shoulders, pressing himself into her space and laughing obnoxiously at whatever his buddy next to him had just said. When he saw Sully smiling at the woman, his expression changed to fury.
“Keep walking, old man.” He growled and he pulled his arm closer to her neck possessively.
Sully gave a half assed salute and nodded, carrying on his way around the corner and down the narrow hallway.
As he finished up his business in the washroom he heard loud voices from the front room, opening the door he paused to listen as the voices carried down the hallway.
“I said, are you looking at my girl?” Sully recognized the voice of the big guy with the girl under his arm at the bar.
“No?” That was Nate, sounding confused. “I wasn’t looking at her, I was look–”
“Oh, so you think she’s ugly then, is that it?”
Sully started down the hallway as Nate sounded even more bewildered. “No, she’s very pretty, but I wasn’t–”
“Oh, so you were looking at her, huh?”
Sully made it around the corner just as the guy shoved off the counter, stalking towards Nate, who was leaning back with his hands raised slightly in front of him.
“Look man, I’m not looking for trouble.”
“Then maybe you shouldn’t have come here.”
Before Nate could react, the big guy swung at him with a hard right hook across the jaw, knocking him off of the stool and he hit the ground hard. The big guy stalked forward, towering over Nate as he scrambled on the floor, managing to grab the leg of the stool as he pushed himself to his feet and took a few steps back, wielding the stool like a weapon to defend himself.
“Hey, leave him alone!” Sully called out and he pushed through the group, trying to get to Nate.
“Sit down, old man.”
Someone behind Sully slammed their hands into his shoulders, causing him to stumble and he fell forward, catching the edge of the countertop just below his ribs and all the air was forced out of his lungs. He slumped to the floor, retching as his body automatically tried to drag in air that his lungs couldn’t remember how to deal with. People were stepping over him, kicking his legs as they tried to get around him, not paying him any attention as he struggled to breathe.
After an agonizing long time, he finally managed to take a productive gasp of air, his eyes watering as he took another heave that turned into a cough, which nearly turned into gagging.
Another kick to his shin motivated him to gather himself together, grabbing the edge of the bar he pulled himself to his feet, bracing himself against it as he continued to try to catch his breath.
A thin hand with soft skin settled on Sully’s shoulder and he turned to find the pretty girl from before looking at him with concern. “Are you ok?”
Sully turned his head away from her to cough into his shoulder before smiling widely at her. “I’m good, love!”
“Your friends not,” She said, tilting her chin in Nate’s direction.
Sully turned just in time to see Nate brandish the stool he was holding like a bat, swinging it towards the big guy's hip. The guy caught the stool, using it and Nate’s grip on it to yank Nate towards himself to pull him off balance.
Nate leaned into it, using the forward momentum to try to tackle the guy around the waist and pushing him back against the bar and sending drinks and plates tumbling to the ground.
Eduardo emerged from the kitchen, yelling loud and fast, so quickly that Sully couldn’t keep up but he caught “Carlos” in the rapid fire Spanish.
‘Carlos’ was clearly the brute that was grappling with Nate, yelling out as his spine hit the edge of the bar top. He clasped his big meaty hands together and slammed them down, driving both fists into the middle of Nates back. Nate grunted and his arms released, collapsing against Carlos’ legs.
Carlos fisted his hand into Nate's hair, yanking his head back before driving his knee into his nose. Blood spurted out immediately as Nate fell backwards, hitting the floor with his arms splayed out, dazed. Carlos stalked forward and knelt on the floor, one knee on either side of Nate’s hips as he straddled him.
“Get off of him!” Sully yelled, rushing forwards and trying to grasp Carlos’ raised fist as the big guy grabbed the neck of Nate’s shirt with his other hand, lifting his head off of the floor.
One effortless shove and Sully was sent stumbling backwards, caught before he hit the floor by Carlos’ posse, who latched onto his arms and forced him to his knees, pinning him in place. A front row seat as Carlos started whaling on Nate.
At first Nate weakly tried to fight back, becoming aware enough to bring his hands up and desperately trying to untangle Carlos’ hand from his shirt, trying to get his fingers in between Carlos’ fingers to try and pull them away but it was useless against the iron grip that he had.
The big guys fist landed with a sickening crunch against Nate’s cheek, his head jerking to the side as blood from his nose spattered across the floor. He went limp immediately, his raised hands flopping against his chest uselessly and head lolling against the floor as Carlos jerked him into an upright position again, pulling back for another punch.
Sully could only yell as he struggled against the men holding him down, barely aware of what curses he screamed at Carlos and the other men as Carlos pummeled on Nate, who already hung unresponsive in his grip, his head limply rocking back and forth with every hit. Sully struggled against the men, trying to kick at them until his knee slipped out from under him and he was slammed face first into the floor, now stuck pinned to the floor and even more helpless than he started.
Finally Carlos released his grip on Nate's shirt and he dropped to the floor, his arms splayed out on either side of him. For a moment Sully felt relieved until Carlos' hand wrapped around Nate's throat instead. Sully could see how the pressure of his thumb across Nate's Adams apple immediately interfered with his ability to swallow, his head tilting back as he unconsciously tried to breathe.
The discomfort roused him back to semi-consciousness though, his eyes opening to slits as his hands flailed for something to latch onto.
He weakly tried to pry the hand away from his throat, to no avail yet again, before reaching out for Carlos's face or his throat, anything he could latch onto to try to fight him off. It was a useless battle, even being on the tall and lanky side he didn't have the reach that his much bigger opponent did and he was in such rough shape already.
Sully started yelling even louder, fighting like hell to get some sort of leverage against his captors as Nate's eyes rolled back in his head and his hands flopped to the floor again, succumbing to the lack of oxygen.
Just as he passed out, a pair of hard soled leather shoes hit the ground just in front of Sully, Eduardo joining the fray via a leap over the bar with more athleticism than Sully would've expected from the pot bellied proprietor.
"Get off!" Eddie yelled as he delivered a powerful kick to the side of Carlos' ribcage. The force of the impact sent Carlos toppling over, his grip on Nate's shirt dragging the unconscious man over with him, rolling him onto his side.
Eduardo jumped on Carlos, kicking him in the back of the knee as he tried to get up and wrapping an arm around his neck, capturing him in a chokehold.
The resulting uproar from the posse was silenced at the unmistakable sound of a shotgun being cocked. Straining against the weight on his back Sully turned his head to see the barrel of the gun poking over the top of the bar, aimed at the two holding him to the floor. He recognized Isabella's voice as she spoke, her voice a dare that any sane person knew better than to challenge.
"Get out."
The men holding him down slowly moved back, clearly familiar with her no nonsense disposition. Eddie had the winning personality that brought the customers in and coming back, Isabella was the one that made sure they left when they were no longer welcome.
As soon as the hands were off, Sully scrambled towards Nate, tripping over his own feet and then Carlos' as Eduardo disentangled him from Nate and dragged him towards the door.
"Shit, Nate," Sully muttered as he gently rolled Nathan onto his back. His breath hitched in his throat as Nate flopped against his leg. Sully snaked a hand under Nate’s shoulders and carefully lifted his upper body off the floor, cradling Nate’s head against his shoulder. “C’mon kid, open your eyes.”
There was a slight fluttering of Nate’s eyelashes but he didn’t wake.
“C’mon kid,” Sully muttered, gently tapping his fingers against Nate’s cheek. The skin on his face was already red and angry, Sully could tell that soon he’d be riddled in bruises and swelling up. The bottom part of his face was covered in blood leaking from his nose, following the call of gravity as it ran down across his cheek, pooling in his ears and wetting his hair. His jaw hung loose and Sully could hear the labour each breath took, catching in his throat. “Hey c’mon, Nate.”
Nate’s eyelashes fluttered briefly again and Sully saw a flicker of blue.
“C’mon kid— Nathan!” Sully could feel the desperation building in his chest the longer the younger man remained unconscious and he raised his voice, his hand clutching onto Nate’s shoulder and shaking him.
Nate’s head lolled against Sully’s shoulder and his eyes rolled open. He winced, squeezing his eyes shut for a moment again before finally opening them. He blinked blearily up at Sully, his brow furrowing in pain and confusion.
“S-Sam?” Nate struggled to sit up, frantically looking around as he grabbed at Sully’s shoulder. “Sam, what happened?”
Sully felt as though his heart had dropped in his chest at the name. “Hey, take it easy, don’t get up yet.”
“Sam—” Nate faltered as he looked up at Sully and finally realized who it was leaning over him. Sully could almost see the gears turning in his head as he sought for an answer, heard the hitch in his breath as the memories surfaced, and felt the tightening of his hand on Sully’s shoulder moments before the anguish poured over him, his blood covered face crumpling when he realized his brother wasn’t there. That his brother would never be there again.
Sully pulled Nate closer, wrapping his friend in a tight hug. Nate collapsed against him, exhausted and in pain, both physically and emotionally, surrendering fully to the support offered as sobs ripped through him.
They sat there on the floor for a while, Sully cradling Nate against his chest with his back turned to the rest of the bar as Eduardo and Isabella escorted the rest of Carlos' group off of the premises. Sully felt like he could finally relax when he heard the lock on the deadbolt click into place and the neon bar lights in the windows flicked off.
Isabella settled on her knees in front of Sully with a pack of frozen vegetables wrapped in a kitchen towel in her hand and offered it to him. He gratefully accepted it and encouraged Nate to lean back again.
“Hey kid, let me see ya,” He said quietly. “Your face is going to be big as a melon if we don’t deal with it soon.”
He pressed the cold towel over Nate’s eyebrow and cheek area, quietly apologizing as Nate winced at the contact. His hands fumbled upwards, feeling for the ice pack and taking control of it so Sully could let go, instead just holding Nate steady in the awkward halfway to seated position they had wound up in.
Eduardo approached and Sully heard him and Isabella conversing in Spanish until Isabella stood and went back into the kitchen, while Eduardo took her place on the floor, laying a large hand on Nate’s shoulder. “My apologies, Carlos has never been a pleasant man to be around.”
“Are we going to run into trouble trying to get out of here?” Sully asked.
“No, Carlos is Isabella’s little cousin. He knows better than to mess with her, or his mother if she opts to tell on him.” Eduardo replied with a smirk.
Isabella returned with something wrapped in towels propped on her hip and held out her empty hand towards Sully. “Give me your keys, I will drive your truck. Eduardo will take you out the back.”
Eduardo leaned forward, offering to help Nate get to his feet as Sully fished the keys out of his pocket and handed them over as he stood. Nate groaned as Eduardo pulled him up, his eye that wasn’t already swelling shut falling closed and his head tilting back as he slumped against his chest. The improvised ice pack fell from his fingers and hit the floor, which Sully quickly picked up, choosing to hold onto it until they got him settled in the vehicle.
“Take it easy, I’ve got you,” Eduardo reassured him. Nate grunted in surprise, his eyes flying open as Eduardo bent over and then scooped Nate into his arms, carrying him bridal style into the kitchen and out the back door. Nate hissed a bit at the pressure against his achy body, but didn’t outright complain. He looked exhausted, beaten down and ready to pass out at a moment's notice.
Sully pulled the door closed behind them and then jogged ahead to open the back door of the car parked right behind the kitchen, an old BMW from the 60’s. He opened the door and slid across the back seat before turning to help Eduardo lower Nate into the back seat, getting his arms under Nate’s to pull him close enough to rest his head on Sully’s lap. Nate whimpered at the jostling, squeezing his eyes shut in pain.
“Sorry! Sorry kid, you’re alright, I’ve got you,” Sully tried to reassure him, running his hand through Nate’s hair. Nate clung to Sully’s knee as Eduardo finished manoeuvring his body onto the back seat, his legs awkwardly bent so that the door could be closed.
“Here, let's get this back on,” Sully said as a warning before placing the ice pack against Nate’s cheek. He couldn’t be sure, but he might have heard a muffled ‘thanks’ from Nate as Eduardo’s door slammed and the car engine roared to life, a couple gentle revs needed to keep the engine from sputtering out before he shifted into gear and eased the car out of the alley, heading off towards their rental.
The Jeep was parked out front already when they arrived, the lights on the porch and front room lighting up the area so it was easy to see as the three of them worked on getting out of the old car. Eduardo offered to carry Nate again, which Nate rejected, resolutely attempting to put one foot in front of the other on his own.
Which worked out for a few steps until he staggered and nearly fell before Sully got his shoulder under Nate’s armpit, wrapping his arm around the younger man's torso. Nate gratefully leaned against him as the pair of them slowly made their way up the short staircase to the porch.
Inside, Isabella was already working away in their kitchen. Sully recognized the towels from the package she had left the bar with haphazardly folded on the table and an unfamiliar pot on the stove that she was heating up.
Nate lurched towards the hallway leading to the bedrooms, and Sully helped him along all the way to Nate’s room at the back of the house. Books littered nearly every surface in the room, including a few on the bed that they carefully avoided as Nate sat on the edge of it. When he felt half confident that Nate wouldn’t immediately tip over without support, Sully quickly gathered the errant books and stacked them on the edge of the small side table.
Nate started to waver, dully staring at the wall ahead of him as Sully bustled around him until he gently pushed Nate backwards, guiding his head to the pillow and then lifting his legs onto the bed. Nate sighed heavily as he settled into the bed.
Eduardo knocked on the partially open door, leaning in without waiting for a response to hand over a baggy of ice cubes wrapped in a towel and a damp face cloth. Sully gratefully took them and placed the cold package against the darkening bruises around Nate’s throat, causing him to wince. The door clicked shut behind him, leaving the two of them alone as Sully started to wipe the blood from Nate’s face.
“Sorry kid.” He was being as gentle as he could, but even the slightest touches seemed to hurt.
“I can’t remember what his voice sounds like.”
“What?” Sully paused, confused at the statement.
Nate took a shaky breath, the one eye he could open welling up with tears. “Sam. I already can’t remember what his voice sounds like.”
Sully took a deep breath and held it for a moment before letting it rush out.
“It’s only been a few months and I can’t hear his voice in my head anymore.” Nate stared at the ceiling but Sully wasn’t sure just how much he could even see through the tears. He choked on a hiccup before he started to ramble on. “When mom died Sam said a few weeks later that he couldn’t remember what her laugh sounded like. I think I was too numb to think about it at the time, but he was right. I couldn’t hear her voice anymore.” His face twisted into anguish as a sob ripped through him. “And now I can’t hear him either.”
Sully felt his own heart break as his friend fell apart in front of him. It wasn’t something he had thought about before, and for a moment he denied it to himself. Of course he could still hear what Samuel sounded like. But when he tried to imagine it, he could remember conversations that they had shared, but the things that Sam said… they were just words in his head now. The actual sound of Sam’s voice wasn’t there anymore.
Nate started to curl into himself, one hand latched to his forehead and covering his eyes, the flesh of his fingertips turning bone white at how tightly he clenched onto his own head. The other hand pressed against his throat, the already sensitive and aching muscles feeling like they were going to be torn apart as he choked on the grief clawing its way up his oesophagus, rending a pain that he felt to his very core. He rolled to his side, towards Sully, curling into a ball as much as he could. His knees collided with Sully’s back and he blindly latched onto his friend, burying his face in Sully’s shirt as the tears and sobs continued. It felt like the tears would never end. There was no end to this ocean of anguish, he would never find the bottom and he would never find the surface again, never be able to take a proper breath and he would drown right there on dry land.
All he could do was fall apart and see what there was left to pick up if this pain ever ended.
And all Sully could do was try to hold onto the pieces. He held onto Nate as best as he could, one hand rubbing up and down his back, the other carding through his hair as the young man trembled against him. He subconsciously tried to reassure him, murmuring platitudes of “It’s okay, it’s alright, I’ve got you.” He didn’t know what else to say, he’d never been good with words, but it felt more important to just say something even slightly reassuring rather than letting him wallow in silence.
He didn’t keep track of the time, it wasn’t important, but eventually Nate fell into a fitful sleep. Sully carefully extricated himself from Nate’s loose grip and gently lifted his head to stuff the pillow underneath him. He grabbed an extra blanket from the wardrobe in the corner, spreading it over Nate and tucked it in.
He spotted the towel that had held the ice pack and tugged it out from under Nate’s arm, now fully melted but thankfully not having leaked everywhere and returned to the kitchen with it. Eddie and Isabella were gone, a note left on the counter in Eddie’s chicken scratch writing letting him know the food Isabella had brought was packed in the fridge and one of them would be back before lunch the next day with more and if they needed anything at all, to give him a call and then his phone number scrawled underneath.
He flicked off the lights, grabbed a kitchen chair and carried it back to Nate’s room, where he settled in next to the bed with his feet propped on the foot of the bed, resolving to not let Nate wake up alone during the night.
~
Two days passed in near silence. Nate slept through most of it, only interrupted by Sully bringing him food that Eddie or Isabella delivered twice a day. Everything they brought was like magic, something soft or a soup that would be easy for Nate to swallow with his achy throat, but still hearty and filling, even with the small amount that Nate would manage to pick at before going back to sleep.
On the third morning, Sully was sitting in the living room, his back aching from spending the nights sitting next to Nate's bed, half heartedly working on a crossword puzzle in a newspaper that just wasn’t working out with the words he could think of. He was about ready to give up when he heard the shower turn on and he glanced at his watch. It would be a reasonable time for breakfast and Eddie’s new habit of stopping by with lunch wouldn’t be for another couple hours. If Nate was feeling well enough to get in the shower by his own volition, maybe he would be up to having breakfast.
Sully puttered into the kitchen and opened the fridge to see what he had on hand. It had been a while since he made it to the market in the next town over so there wasn’t much, but there were a few eggs, the last chunk of a block of cheese, and some milk in the bottom of the jar. Enough to make some omelettes, he supposed. He’d need to visit the market today and restock, they wouldn’t be able to rely on Eddie and Isabella’s kindness forever. Maybe he could ask Eddie to stick around and keep an eye on Nate while he slipped out for a bit.
This would be that much better with veggies, Sully mused to himself as he whipped the eggs into a slurry. On a whim he opened the freezer door and found the bag of frozen veggies that Isabella had given Nate to use as an ice pack at the bar. It was funny, but also absolutely not at all. With that mix of emotions, he ripped the bag open and poured it into the pan to mix with the eggs and cheese.
He had just plated the omelettes and set them on the small kitchen table with a pot of coffee when Nathan emerged from the hallway wearing a clean long sleeved shirt with the sleeves pushed to his elbows. He held onto the strap of his backpack slung over one shoulder, and in the other hand he clutched a small leather bound journal. He looked haggard still. The swelling around his eye had gone down so he could sorta open it, but the flesh was still black around the socket, the rest of his face mottled with shades of purple and green.
He looked surprised to see the spread on the table.
“Do I need to pack my bag or can a guy have breakfast before we hit the road?” Sully asked as he pulled out a chair.
“We can eat.”
“Good. You know how cranky I can get without a meal to start the day.” Nate smirked at Sully’s comment as he dropped his bag and placed the journal on top before taking a seat at the table.
“Isabella brought this last night, freshly squeezed,” Sully said as he poured orange juice from a glass jar into cups.
Nate picked up his cup, swirling the pulpy liquid around. “Sam always hated pulp in his juice. Said it wasn’t right to drink anything with that sort of texture.”
“To each their own,” Sully said, picking up his glass. He was about to take a swig when Nate held his glass up, extending it towards Sully.
“To Sam.”
“To Sam,” Sully echoed.
It took time, but eventually Nate seemed like he was doing okay. Sully never wanted to pick at that particular scab, not wanting to open up the well of grief even if he knew he would always be there to help Nate deal with it, so he waited for Nate to say something first if he needed to.
It was nearly 15 years later when Sully heard Nathan mention Sam’s name again.
#here's a thing I wrote#uncharted 4#uncharted fanfic#nathan drake fic#title from a BNL song called Pinch Me
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maybe a blurb of Nathan with the reader and her accompanying him on adventures and they unraveling mysteries together? please
pairing－ nathan drake x fem!reader [partners in crime + fake marriage + friends to with benefits (?) to lovers aus]
contains－ mentions of blood/open wound, witty & corny banter, past make-outs mentions, cheeky conversation
word count－ 1k
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Midnight heists, rightful robberies, and occasional theft. This was the life of being a treasure hunter and the adrenal of getting to the artifacts kept you going on your long adventure with your unlikely friend in crime, Nathan Drake.
At first, it was the opposite of fate. A few months ago, Sully called you with a last-minute gig at a sent location, only to show up and be paired up with this boy with bright brown eyes and no sign of Sully.
"Don't get in my way."
"I was gonna say the same to you." Nathan replied with a smirk.
And the rest was history.
Now, seven months later and with many treasure hunts under your belts, you both realized that you made a good-enough team to keep traveling the world together while also getting past a few bad guys that truly resembled the ones from action movies. Big, tall and not the brightest.
This particular night, you and Nathan sat at the small table on the terrace of your rental apartment in Rome. You posed as a couple on their honeymoon, Lacey and Nicholas, and told the manager you were exploring the sites for a few weeks.
"Eight o'clock." You said before sipping your cup of tea.
Nate subtly tilted his head with his hand under his chin, seeing the same guy from your files walking throughout the tourists on the street below your terrace.
"Yep, I see the ugly eagle tattoo on the side of his head." Nathan huffed under his breath, "You'd think a bad guy would be more incognito."
You rolled your eyes, "So, that means they're in the area. We'll go check out the house tomorrow and hopefully find the gem somewhere underground." You trailed, getting up to go to the full bed a few feet away.
Nate looked around before getting on his feet and locking the terrace doors before plopping on the bed. You were laying on your back and he laid next to you, turning on his side to face your direction.
The one thing Sully always told you was to not fall for anyone too close for comfort. But, Nate was different. He never betrayed you. He never left you for dead. You'd take a bullet for him like he would you, and that's what you could trust. So, the kisses you shared were secret, and chose to stay unspoken. Buried deep in your past.
"You nervous for tomorrow?" He asked.
You chuckled, "You know I'm never nervous."
"There's always the chance."
"I thought you knew me better." You cracked a smile.
His hand laid softly on your cheek, his thumb brushing against your skin before the two of you shared another kiss. Your relationship wasn't exclusive, but when you were together, you couldn't help but milk the tension. His protectiveness was attractive and he thought the attitude you put up was incredibly sexy. It's something Nate couldn't put his finger on, but he didn't argue with it either.
His thumb traced against your jaw, the two of you sharing an open mouth kiss before you pulled away.
"We can't sleep in tomorrow, so let's put a pin in this until tomorrow." You trailed, keeping eye contact.
"Sounds so professional, but fine." He huffed, rolling off your body.
－ ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*
The next day, you timed your planned break-in toward noon. You two stood on the rooftop across the street from the house, and you kept eye on the men coming in and out. Right when the coast was clear, you and Nate scaled the jump then went through one of the second floor windows.
As you sneaked through the house and then into the basement, Nate was a guide in front of you when you descend the stairs. With a few boobytraps and a secret bookshelf, you and Nate went into a stone-walled room with a jewel sitting in the center on a pedestal.
After you take it, sealing it in Nate's bag, you had company. Quickly leaving the secret room and into the basement, you two fought your way through three huge men that were trying to grab Nate's bag. As you pulled your gun, one of the men stabbed the left side of your abdomen.
"Nate!" You moaned, holding your side.
He saw you hunched over, pushing away the man against the wall, but Nate knew he needed to get you out of there. Nate made his way over, elbowing and punching the two other men before taking you by his side.
Outside, Nate put you into an open car and took the driver's side. Ditching the tall and big men, he glanced over at you, bleeding out and holding your side as your face scrunched together.
"Just a few minutes, Y/N." Nate trailed, "Put pressure on it." He said, giving you a bandana he kept in his back pocket.
You whimpered, sweating from the blood leaving your body yet your fingers felt cold. But soon, you arrived at Sully's rental apartment on the other side of the town, going through the back way to avoid eyes.
－ ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*
Your eyes fluttered open to the sun setting through the window in front of the bed you were laid in. You lift up the covers, seeing a white bandage over your side and met with relief you weren't dead.
There were a few knocks.
"You awake?" Nate asked, walking in and sitting on the bed.
"Yeah, my ego is a bit low because I never get hurt but... I'm okay." You chuckled but winced at the pain in your left side.
"You had me worried." He trailed, his hand on top of yours, "Don't do that again." He jeered.
You rolled your eyes, "You're too corny, Drake."
"Hmm, it works for you, doesn't it?" Nate smirked.
Before you can make another comment, he leaned down and carefully kissed you. You couldn't lift your arms, but you lean up as well to meet him in the middle and he chuckled against your lips.
"Need my help?"
You giggled, "Fuck off."
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Pull on my thong by gingerparker
College!Peter Parker x Reader
summary: Peter needs a vacation. So, naturally, he goes to Vegas during his summer break. He’s thin on cash and finds a job at a water park! The hot girl behind the bikini bar is a great bonus to his biweekly paycheck.
Drowing in you by sunflowertomholland
summary: Y/N is a broke uni student, so to earn some extra cash during her summer holiday, the only logical option is to be a lifeguard at a local pool in her hometown, but when her estranged former best friend turns up as her colleague, she’s not sure how to feel
Steal a treasure, own my heart
Nathan Drake x summer camp counselor!reader
summary: Being a summer camp counselor for children requires dedication to your work. By finding a vintage brooch in a flea market, Y/N didn’t expect it to upset her summer. Could it be that the handsome mischievous man she hired for her activity is a true treasure hunter?
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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.
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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.
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"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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jellybeans (t.h)
tom holland x famous!reader
summary: the antics of tom and his girlfriend on the red carpet somebody teach me how to write a summary.
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“Tom! Tom! Over here!” calls a particularly excited journalist. Tom smiles as he heads over, squinting slightly at the blinding flashes of the cameras.
“Hey mate, how’s it going?” he asks politely.
“I’m great, thank you,” beams the journalist. “So tell me, how does it feel to finally be at the No Way Home premiere?”
“It’s such a good feeling man, I can’t even begin to describe it. We’ve all worked so hard on this film and I just can’t wait for everyone to see it.” Tom answers.
“Can you tell us anything new about the film?” asks the journalist.
“All I can say is, bring tissues!” Tom laughs, quirking a brow at the nearest camera.
The journalist looks around as if to scan the rest of the red carpet before asking his next question.
“And where’s the lovely Y/N Y/L/N tonight? She is coming, right? Everyone’s so excited to see her.”
Tom’s eyes light up at the mention of your name and he blushes slightly, one hand reaching up to rub at the back of his neck.
“She’s always running late,” he says, playfully rolling his eyes. “I swear she was late on set every day during filming. Jon Watts started telling her filming started half an hour before it actually did so she wouldn’t miss her first scenes of the day.”
“You’re kidding!” Laughs the journalist.
“I’m serious mate.” Tom laughs along. “But I just got off the phone with her before and she swore she was just down the street-”
Tom cuts himself off as a roar of cheers and screams echoed from the crowds situated at the end of the carpet. He loses his train of thought and can’t hide the grin on his face as he cranes his neck, catching flashes of your red dress through the crowd. You catch his eye and make your way over, smiling and giving the journalist a little wave. Tom rests his hand gently on your lower back, pressing a feather-like kiss on your forehead, his way of saying hello in front of the cameras.
“Didn’t I tell you she’d be here?” he chuckles.
“Y/N, you look gorgeous!” gushes the journalist. “That shade of red looks incredible on you!”
You blush slightly, leaning into Tom’s side.
“Oh, thank you so much!” you say. “And the finishing touch of my outfit…” you reach one hand up and hook your hair behind your ear, revealing your earrings, each one a delicate silver spiderweb glinting in the camera flashes.
“I love it. And your purse is uh, an interesting choice…” the journalist trails off, taking in the small glossy Spider-Man themed purse in your left hand.
“Oh!” you laugh. “Yeah, it’s…unique, shall we say. Really, it’s here to serve a different purpose,” you lean in to whisper conspiratorially, unzipping it and flashing the purse full of multicolored sweets at the camera. “Movie snacks!”
“Damn, which lucky guy gets to sit next to you?” laughs the journalist.
“That would be me,” says Tom smugly, holding you tighter.
“Y/N! Tom!” calls your manager from across the carpet, tapping her watch and gesturing for you two to move on.
Tom keeps his arm around your waist the entire time as you both make your way along the carpet, stopping from time to time to pose for photos and chat with reporters. As you enter the theater, Tom suddenly yanks your wrist, pulling you into a dark corner secluded from the crowds by a giant poster advertising the movie.
“Tom!” you hiss. “What the hell are you doing?”
He stands in front of you, wrapping both arms around you and leaning in.
“Have to say hello to my girlfriend properly,” he says, pressing his soft lips to yours.
You happily kiss him back, running your hands through the curls at the nape of his neck. He hums and deepens the kiss, tongue swiping across your lower lip asking for entrance and you sigh, pulling back.
“My lipstick, Tom,” you giggle.
He rolls his eyes slightly as he rests his forehead against yours, eyes filled with adoration.
“Hello,” he whispers.
“Hello,” you reply, resting your hands on his broad shoulders, simply basking in the moment.
“Tom? Y/N?” calls the slightly stressed voice of Harry. He peeks around the corner and rolls his eyes as he spots you both.
“God, really? I should’ve known you’d be hiding out somewhere sucking on each other’s faces,” he says, comically looking slightly green in the dim light. “They’re gonna start the premiere soon and everyone’s looking for you guys. Are you both decent? Presentable?”
Tom lightly cuffs his brother on the back of his head as he walks past, his other hand reaching behind his back to keep holding your hand. You hang back, knocking your shoulder into Harry’s.
“It’s a hard job you have Baz, keeping this one in line.”
He rolls his eyes yet again, closing the shutter of his camera as you both follow Tom into the theater and take your seats.
“Don’t I know it,” he grumbles, quietly reaching into your purse to steal a handful of jellybeans.
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day 1, pegging
nathan drake x gn! reader
warnings: nsfw 18+, improper pegging techniques, handjob, praise (m receiving), fingering, multiple checks for consent
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Nathan Drake never knew when to shut his mouth. Whether he was fighting with some Shoreline goons or teasing you relentlessly, he was always running his mouth. It was no different when you had sex, limbs tangled together and unsure of where your body ended and his began. He would utter praises along your skin as he fucked you, and you soaked it up every single time.
Tonight was no different. Well… there was something new you were trying.
Nathan laid naked spread out below you, each piece of his clothes slowly stripped and thrown somewhere across the room. His hands were tied above his head, and he looked up at you with the same blue eyes that drove you crazy.
You’d been preparing for this night for weeks, getting your knots just right. Nate was a tricky one, and you wanted to make sure he wouldn’t escape from what you had planned. Of course, he was all too happy to let you try out your knots on him when you practiced. He was always rewarded for his cooperation.
“You’re being so good for me, Nate,” you purred, tracing a finger down his bare chest, which heaved under your touch. “Did you get ready like I asked, baby boy?”
Nate looked up at you as you straddled him, seating yourself just below his pelvis. “Yes,” he replied, sucking in a breath as you splayed your hands across his ribs, “didn’t touch just like you asked.”
He watched you as you leaned down to finally touch him, and he bit back a moan in response. You stroked him slowly, teasingly. You swiped a thumb over the tip, gathering the precum that had begun to form and spread it to the rest of his length with your short, languid strokes. He bucked his hips, attempting to meet you halfway. Impatient as always.
You tsked as you pulled away, “Thought you were going to be good for me.”
You ghosted a hand over his inner thigh, and he shuddered. It wasn’t very often when you were in control like this, and you were seizing the opportunity to tease the ever-loving shit out of him.
“C’mon, baby,” he pleaded, struggling against his restraints. “Promise I’ll be good, just touch me, please.”
His pleas did little to quell the ache in your core, and you bit your lip. You granted him mercy, just this once, and returned your grip to his length. He turned his head to the side and moaned against his bicep, muttering your name under his breath.
You used your free hand to grab the bottle of lube you had set to the side, and you popped the top with your thumb. Nathan shudders as you drop a bead of lube onto his length and twist your fist around the tip.
“Jeez, baby,” Nathan half chuckled-half groaned as he arched his back off the mattress, desperate against your touch.
You pulled away and Nathan whined at the loss of contact. You slid off him so you were situated between his legs, which spread eagerly for you. You flipped the top to the lube once more, covering three of your fingers with the tacky, clear residue. You spread your fingers, watching as strings of wetness form. The scene was titillating, and Nathan’s cock jumped against his abdomen as he watched you.
You placed your free hand on the inside of his thigh before pushing a finger slowly inside of him. Nathan hissed and your movements halted.
“Alright, honey?”
He nodded quickly, his eyes pleading and lidded and he looked down at you. “Don’t stop, please, baby.”
You began to pump your fingers, slowly at first. He let out a shaky groan when you picked up the pace, his hips jutting to meet you halfway. “Doing so good for me, honey,” you praised, reaching up to slowly stroke his cock with your free hand.
You withdrew your fingers, and he whined underneath you. He was so needy tonight, and arousal was making your head fuzzy. But it wasn’t about you tonight. There’d be plenty of time for that later.
You stepped out from between his legs and hopped off the bed, eagerness flooding your veins. Your heart was beating so hard you could hear it in your ears as you searched under the bed. Seconds passed like hours as you felt around for a familiar black box, and relief pooled in your chest as you felt the smooth cardboard you’d been looking for.
Nervous fingers clumsily opened the box revealing what he’d been waiting for all day. The dildo was small and a muted blue with an upward curve to reach that sensitive spot inside him. Nate’s head perked up at the sound of buckles clinking as he watched you put on the harness.
You returned to your position between Nate’s legs and he watched you, curiosity flickering in his eyes as they traveled downward.
You grinned, “It matches your eyes.”
He let out a shaky breath, quickly covered by a scoff as he rolled his eyes.
You retrieved the bottle of lube and popped the top. You gripped the blue length in your hand and met his gaze as you dropped a bead of lube onto the tip, reminiscent of your earlier actions. You stroked yourself and rubbed a soothing hand over his thigh.
“Sure you want to do this?”
He was quick to nod in response, too busy watching your every move. You lined your tip up to his entrance, and his breath hitched. Your hands skated over any skin you could reach as you slowly rocked into him.
Nate’s expression was pinched in a mix of pain and ecstasy as you inched your way inside him. Your heart ached to provide some form of solace, but you couldn’t focus on anything but the way he was taking you so well.
You leaned down and pressed sloppy kisses against the side of his neck, attempting to distract him as you sank the last few inches into him.
He gasped, and you hesitated just for a moment. Your heart was pounding so loudly you could barely breathe, and panic began to set in. What if you hurt him?
“You okay?” you asked and you cringed as soon as the words left your mouth.
He slowly opened his eyes and nodded. “Baby, you’re inside me,” he huffed a laugh. You couldn’t help but join him. He was looking at you like you hung every star in the sky and the next thing you know your lips were on his.
The kiss was clumsy as you adjusted to your position over him. You pulled out of him before snapping your hips forward, your lips still on his. Strong legs wrapped around your waist and brought you closer, pulling you deeper inside him.
You rocked against him, each thrust pulling out further than the last. You spent every moment memorizing every sound and sight. Eventually, you reached that spot inside him that had him releasing the delicious sounds you craved. You focused on hitting that spot again, and again, and again until he was a moaning mess under you.
He arched against you. “Baby,” he pleaded, not even sure what he was asking for anymore.
“Tell me what you want, honey,” you murmured, desperate to give him whatever he desired.
“More.”
Who are you to deny your baby boy what he wants? You snapped your hips faster, finally settling into some sort of rhythm. You wrapped your hand around his weeping cock, and twisted your wrist in quick strokes.
The pace at which you were pounding into him was almost brutal, but he was so close you could almost taste it. With one final slam of your hips, he was falling apart at the seams. Nathan’s moan was practically pornographic as he painted the back of your hand and his stomach with the white strings of his release.
You slowed your pace as you both caught your breath. Your hands skirted across his now-flushed skin as he came down from his high.
“You did so good for me,” you whispered, a small smile playing on your lips.
Nathan laughed, and the sound made your heart soar. You made him feel good.
“You did all the work.”
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guys, I know the queen just died but that doesn't mean to hold off on the content
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i can imagine that nathan drake is a massive tease. that cocky shit lol. could you please write something where it’s him and the reader out on the road to find something where he is just his lovely teasing cocky self. thank you <333
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w/c: 679
warnings: swearing, gets a lil saucy at the end
a/n: there’s nothing i love more than cocky nate whew! also friendly reminder to add yourself to my new taglist & happy reading friends
you and nathan are searching tunnels to find treasure that’s supposedly buried in them. you’re in charge of navigating, and nate is leading the way. you’d asked him to join you because you two often pair up on expeditions. it’s hard to find people you can trust in this game, but you trust each other.
nate stops when you come to a crossroads. there are two tunnels.
“which way are we going? right or left?”
“um…”
your eyes scan the map spread out in your hands, trying to make sense of it.
“i can’t read this part. i think it’s in another language or something.”
“you don’t know it?”
“we’re not all bilingual like you, nate.”
“clearly.”
you can hear the smirk in his voice. surely enough, there’s a smug expression on his face when he turns around.
“let me check it out.”
you give nate the map. he puts the torch he’s using to light your path in a nearby holder and looks it over.
“it’s latin.”
“oh my god, you’re kidding.”
“nope. i would know, i’m fluent.”
“i thought it might’ve been latin, but isn’t it a dead language? how old is this thing?”
a chuckle leaves nathan’s lips.
“i actually was kidding. it’s just upside down.”
he flips the map over and holds it out to you.
“rookie mistake. cartography has never been your forte.”
you take the map and hit his chest with it.
“of all the things you’re good at, pissing me off is what you do best.”
“what are the other things i’m good at?”
“like your ego needs any more stroking.”
“it could never get enough.”
you continue walking, going ahead of nathan. nathan grabs the torch and catches up to you.
“so what does the map say?“
“i don’t know, why don’t you take over navigation?”
“because i’m holding the torch.”
“then i’ll hold it.”
“you can’t.”
“why not?”
“the big, strong man has to be in front to protect you.”
“can’t you ever take anything seriously?”
“where’s the fun in that?”
you groan and slide down one of the cave walls, slamming the map down beside you.
“uh oh, angry y/n.”
“i’m furious.”
nathan sets the torch aside and sits down next to you. your knees are pulled to your chest, face hidden in them.
“cheer up, buttercup. you know i’m only messing around.”
“that’s the problem. all you’re doing is messing around.”
you press your cheek to your knee, looking over at nathan.
“what we’re looking for, nate, it’s gonna be huge if we find it. i wanted you to come with me because you’re good. you’re really good, and i needed your help.”
“and since i’m so good, i don’t see the harm in goofing off every once in a while.”
nate tickles your side. you laugh instinctively, but push him off you. he looks you up and down.
“is that the only reason you wanted me to come?“
“no, i also wanted to share this with someone. with a friend.”
“who said we’re friends?”
nate smiles, a real smile. you smile back.
“you’re good too, y/n/n. you found the map, you found this place, and you’re gonna find the treasure. you can unclench.”
“maybe you could show me how.”
nate’s eyes lock with yours, then flick down to your lips, then back up to yours. you sit up and shift towards him. nate slowly leans in closer, never once breaking eye contact. his t-shirt is so tight that you can almost see through it, and the strong scent of his cologne is overwhelming. he’s always been attractive, but god, never like this.
nathan gazes at you though his lashes.
“can we be friends who kiss?”
you nod, instantly.
nate closes the space between you two with a soft kiss. your lips slot deliciously with his, and you sigh as his tongue finds yours, a hand on your bare arm.
add kissing to the list of things nathan is good at.
much to your dismay, he pulls away. he flashes you his goddamn infamous smirk.
“back to work.”
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don't blame me ✮ nathan drake smut ✮ teaser
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Summary: Ever since Nate broke your trust years ago the two of you have been rivals. This was supposed to be just another treasure hunt. But little did you know it’s gonna change everything.
Words: 500 (whole fic is 8k)
Warnings: none for the teaser
A/N: I finally finally get to share this fic with you guys. It’s taken me so long to write it’s not even funny. Full fic coming friday!! Enjoy!!
Feedback is always appreciated ❤️
You’ve got to be kidding me. You think to yourself as your eyes land on none other than Nathan Drake. You’d hoped this would be a job without crossing paths with him. But you’re just not getting a break from him.
You can’t stand Nate.
That hadn’t always been the case, though. You used to be best friends and went treasure hunting together. You and Nate had been a team until he went behind your back. You never expected to be betrayed like that.
You live and you learn.
“Look who it is.” Nate smirks and you can’t help but roll your eyes.
“What are you doing here? You on vacation?” You ask, even though you know he’s here for the same reason as you: He wants the treasure.
“Unfortunately, no. But I’m sure you already knew that.”
“I thought you’d given up on treasure hunting after the last one slipped right through your fingers. Again.” You cross your arms in front of your chest.
“I’m not doing it for the money, sweetheart.” You hate it when he calls you sweetheart and he knows it. You try not to show how much it annoys you as you take a sip from your drink. You wanted to unwind at a bar before leaving for the jungle tomorrow morning. But now Nate’s here and it’s stressing you out.
You put the glass back down on the bar and rest your elbow against the wooden surface. “Oh, really? Does your bartending gig really pay that well?”
“Someone’s been keeping an eye on me, huh?” As a matter of fact, you have. You’re not proud of it, but Nate has been a thorn in your side for years and as much as you’d like to forget about him, you need to keep tabs on him so you can stay ahead of him.
“Of course, I need to make sure you’re staying away from me.”
“You sure that’s the reason?” He raises one eyebrow and you’ve already had enough of him. It’s not even been five minutes.
“I’m sure.”
He leans in so close you can smell him. You hate to admit it but he smells divine.
“It’s okay, sweetheart. I’ve been keeping an eye on you as well.” A shiver runs down your spine but you try to ignore it. Nate doesn’t deserve these reactions from you. But your body doesn’t seem to care.
“When are you leaving?” You ask, and finally, he puts more distance between you.
“This bar? Why? You wanna come to my hotel room with me?” He smirks and you ball your fists in anger.
“You know what I mean.”
He tilts his head to the side. “Bummer. We could have a lot of fun Y/N.” He knocks on the the bar, turns around and then he’s gone. Without telling you when he’s leaving.
You mutter a few curses under your breath. It would be best to leave as soon as possible, but you have to wait for your boss to give you the final clue to find the treasure.
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Can i get a random prompt from the newest list you posted with Nathan Drake if you write for him? 😊 youre blog is really cool
hey nonnie! thank u so much! this one’s for u!
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prompt: intertwining fingers when making love
the story of you and nate was… complicated, to say the least.
the two of you had feelings for each other ever since sully had introduced the two of you at the auction house. you were always almost eyefucking each other, and chloe and sully made it obvious that it wasn’t discreet.
but, the amount of competitiveness in both of your bodies had always driven a wedge between you and him whenever you tried to discover the unknown territory known as ‘more’. it was like it would go well for a couple days before all of a sudden you’re both arguing about work while trying to spend time with each other.
so, you both had come to an agreement where you would try out the whole ‘more than friends’ situation once you guys had found the treasure. if you guys ever found the treasure.
and to your surprise, you did. the two of you had spent a whole day trying to decipher sam’s clues and when you had finally cracked it you set out on a boat to the caves, praying that the drake brother would lead you to the right place.
now, it’s been a few weeks since the treasure had been found and you found yourself staying at nathan’s apartment. he had boosted you up to the loft area where his bed is before joining you up there, kicking his shoes off once his feet were dangling on the edge.
you two had begun talking and before you knew it, your lips were on his and his hands were tangled in your hair. his hips were pressing up into yours as you straddled him, his teeth nipping at your bottom lip. he was driving you absolutely crazy, and you were doing the same thing to him without even knowing it.
he had gotten to take both of your clothes off and now he was kissing down your bare stomach, hair tickling your skin as you watched him with hooded eyes. he looked up at you with a smile as he rested his chin on your sternum, his fingers that were once gripping loosely at your wrists to keep your hands up were now intertwining with yours and it was sending butterflies to your stomach.
“have i ever told you that, even though i’ve seen so many treasures, you’re the most gorgeous one i think i’ve ever seen.”
“you think?” you laughed and he rolled his eyes playfully at you.
“whatever! this is what i get for trying to be sentimental.”
#tom holland#tom holland x reader#tommy#tom holland imagine#nathan drake#nathan drake x reader#nathan drake imagine#nathan drake fic#uncharted#uncharted imagine#uncharted fic#blurb night#mail time#new moon
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saw that ur opening to writing new characters and was wondering if u could do an arvin or nathan imagine? like pure fluff and flirting? if not thats ok :)
idk about arvin bc i don't know much about that character but definitely nathan! can we just talk about how freaking hot tom is as nathan? he had me in that movie theater shaking 🥵
"the usual?" the browned eye man asked as you slide onto the stool leaning your weight on the bar.
"how'd you know?" you smirked playfully as he got to work on your drink. to say you were a regular was an understatement. you practically lived here. it wasn't that you were an alcoholic or anything like that, you just liked spending time there. considering the bartender was hot as hell.
"for you," he said smiling cheekily placing the drink in front of you. you thanked him taking the drink in your hand and having a small sip. you told yourself tonight you wouldn't drink too much so you were taking small sips.
that isn't exactly how the night panned out. yeah, turns out scrolling through instagram and seeing how lonely you actually were made you want to drink more.
"hey, i'm cutting you off," his eyes were serious but there was concern mixed in there as he leaned over the bar and close to you so you could hear him. you blinked feeling the alcohol numb every sense in your body.
"why?" you whined as he took the glass from your hand.
"i think you've had enough," he said seriously this time as your leg slipped off the stool and you lost your balance. you quickly tried to regain your composure to avoid a lecture from your bartender. nathan. his name was nathan, you remembered.
"i'm paying for that," you said tilting your head in disbelief.
"yeah, well i refuse to give you service," he said raising his eyebrow while placing his hands on the bar standing tall daring you to take him on. pouting you stood from the bar grabbing your purse that'd been previously resting on the counter.
"how are you getting home?" he asked before you could turn around.
"uber? i don't know i'll find a way," you muttered.
"i'm clocking out in 10 minutes, can you wait for me?" he asked looking over at the other bartender getting ready for his shift. you didn't think about it. you just nodded your head and sat back down. you leaned your head on your hand as your elbow rested on the counter and you felt your eyes slowly close.
"ready," his hand was on your back and you instantly opened your eyes.
the cold air hit your face and you shivered. you wondered if you were actually drunk...or you were just sobering up quickly.
"where do you live?" he asked casually tucking his hands in the pockets of his pants, glancing at you.
"you're trying to go home with me?" you teased.
he laughed softly still looking at you. "i feel a little responsible for how much you drank so yeah, i want to make sure you get home safe." you felt your heart thump at his reply. he was clearly flirting back, right?
"i'm not far from here," you replied looking at him feeling the alcohol exit your system as you shivered again feeling how cold it actually was.
"good," he whispered placing a hand on your back gently rubbing it, you figured, in an attempt to warm you up.
boy was he making you hot.
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