Nathan Drake @ huge fucking brother. (Because acording to my intel, Nathan is 180 cm at max, probably shorter)
@missdictatorme yo long boy can’t do what the short king can, huh?
Well, compared to Sam everybody is short, so this seems accurate
However, idk exactly how tall are the characters, because the wiki says Nate is 180 cm, but I think the heights are based off the voice- and mo-cap actors, and Nolan North is 185 so idk
But I’m into tall guys so, I’ll stick with Sam
I’ve read MULTIPLE articles about the Uncharted characters height charts (Sam and Sully always came up like the tallest) and Nate was supposed to be 180 cm tall according to one, 186 cm according to the next one and 177 cm tall according to the last one…
Which makes me think that Nate’s somewhere from 175 - 180 cm tall, while his brother and Victor are both 190+ cm.
NEXT TO THEM, NATHAN IS A SHORT KING AND NOTHING EVER MADE ME EMBRACE HIM EVEN MORE.
Description: Nathan Drake is not the exact definition of an unhappy man. His job is steady, his friends still see him from time to time, he plays football, but his marriage is his main problem. Many things will change when a special person comes to his life.
BEFORE READING THIS PART, PLEASE, ACKNOWLEDGE THIS: I love Elena and Nathan, along with their weird idea of romantic, with all my damn heart. They are one of the best couples in current media altogether, and I mean it. Their love is so strong and beautiful, I literally grew up watching them finally find their happy ending in one another… Aw, I smile just thinking about it. But this is kinda what the series was slowly getting to - an unhappy marriage that wasn’t working for either of them, distancing, heartbreak, coldening, falling for someone new… Yeah. I wanted to make it human and full of emotion, which I hopefully captured well enough - my goal isn’t to make either of them a villain of the story. Elena was unhappy, but she didn’t tell Nate cause she didn’t wanna hurt him - but that was exactly what drove him away, and he wanted to live his quiet life, not really wanting to travel the world all the time (I mean, in this AU), which drew Elena away from him also. See? It’s complicated.
And about whom Elena fell for… Yeah, I fucking did it. The idea was a crackhead one in the middle of the night merely a year ago when I was talking to my one and only @missdictatorme about what I wanna see in that story and I kinda told her. I don’t remember exactly what she told my crackhead ass, but I remember that her reaction was good enough for me to actually commit… Year later.
One last thing: If you’re careful enough, you’ll notice that I was trying to mirror Mike and Elena’s POVs as well as Nathan and the reader’s which was honestly a nice concept to work around. I hope it won’t be too confusing to read tho. Love y’all!
Part Summary: The dinner with the Drakes finally came - yet even before it starts, it’s already so much more complicated that what all the parties involved expected.
property of: nathan drake (a Spotify playlist): H E R E
You were quick to set the date and the spot of your hangout with Nathan and his wife - even Mike felt more confident in his shoes ever since he learned that the mysterious Elena is not only real but also present and ready to meet both of you. The more time you spent with Nathan, the more jealous Mike was becoming. Yet after everything he had done to you in the past (and what he was currently up to), he couldn’t just lash out at you because you hung out with your best friend. Plus, you always showed him pictures from your trips, seeing both you and Nathan being socially distanced and laughing always. As he saw you putting the earrings on while making sure that your lipstick is perfect, Mike couldn’t but sit on his bed and wonder; how it must’ve felt to be the perfect guy? You literally never talked bad about Nate, it was only Nate this and that - according to you, he was really funny, attentive, caring, and smart, he was obviously working really hard for everything he had ever achieved, remembering all the smallest details you ever told him and on top of all that - Nathan was making you laugh all the time. That guy knew every last damn thing there was to know about cooking, he was financially stable and had amazing friends (Michael heard everything about Sully and Ms. Carter)… If he wasn’t married, he seemed to be the perfect partner for you.
Compared to Nathan fucking Drake was Mike always distant, struggled to remember the things you liked, haven’t taken you out on a proper adventure in months, it almost seemed that you laugh less around him ever since you met Drake. But knowing Drake’s wife is real, that was a really good consolation prize. And the way Nate appeared to be was also what was making Mike see red - the sole thought of Drake making a move on you made him mad. Mike already knew that during the dinner that was about to go down, he’ll be searching for every green light or indication of you and Nathan being more than just friends… And if he fucking finds it, you sure as hell were up for one crazy ride.
In a cozy, spacey apartment on the other side of the town, Nathan was struggling to tie his tie properly. He was furrowing at himself in the mirror, trying to keep his palms steady and not sweaty, muffling curses under his breath. That was when Elena approached him with a snarky smile, putting up the collar of his shirt. “That’s 1:0 for the tie, your biggest enemy.” - The woman joked, untying the mess her husband managed to make. “Oh haha, very funny.” “I can set a timer, you know?” - Elena teased Drake a bit more, having the man roll his eyes with a smirk, making two elegant loops with the piece of fabric. - “If you’ll tie the knot under ten minutes, I can do the dishes… You absolute chicken.” - After a moment, she heard her phone buzzing while finishing the process. With a proud smile, she bent the collar back down and smoothed his shoulder. - “Looking great, tiger… But I really have to pick this up. It’s my boss.”
As Elena grabbed her phone and turned away from Nathan, the smile faded away from her lips as she felt her heart sink a bit deeper. Something had changed and honestly, she wasn’t the one to wonder about what it could be. She could name all the factors, she understood and even though she already counted on such a huge shift, even before Samuel talked her down to talk it all out with Nate, it hurt more than Elena ever imagined. She furrowed upon closing and locking the bathroom door, picking the call as she leaned her forehead into the wooden door, cursing under her breath. The woman felt tears filling up her eyes as she sobbed, putting her shaky palm in front of her mouth to shush all of them down. Slowly, she leaned her back into the door, sliding down until she sat on the ground.
Nathan Morgan Drake. The legendary so-called “two-bit thief” who was actually even greater than the legend itself. Elena clearly remembered the first day she met Nate; she was mesmerized by his charm and witty, situational sense of humor, by his overconfidence, and overall personality. When she first looked into those baby blue eyes, she knew that under all that sex appeal, there is a heart of gold and a loyal, loving, and fragile soul. Nathan felt safe, the man felt like home to Elena. And that’s why she fell in love - or, at least she thought she did until she discovered differently. And the discovery was pretty random and pretty decent, in her defense. With the other guy, the one she was spending the last three months with, she finally discovered what true love feels like for her. Elena was all over him, he was all she was able to think about, he completely filled up her head and made her feel feelings she had never felt… So the man being his very own brother was what was making everything even more fucked up. In the back of her head, Elena knew she’ll have to talk to Nathan about all of that. And until she came home a few days ago, she was confident and calm. They had to talk. Nathan was still her best friend and Elena knew that a clear-cut will be the best solution in this situation. Yes, Drake will hate her for a bit, but he’ll let his heart heal much faster. That was what she planned on doing - until Nathan looked her in the eyes.
The change struck her immediately. Nathan was… Pulling away instead of trying to reach for her, his mind was gone, wandering somewhere around the city, there was sadness present in his eyes as well as in the entire flat. And that woman wasn’t stupid - she figured him out before Nathan got the chance to greet her back home. Which was also caused by that small pearl earring she found in the sheets… And which certainly wasn’t hers. Instead of this making everything faster and easier, it somehow confused the ever-living fuck out of Elena. Who did Nate spend the night with? Was she pretty, or just a random one-night stand? Were there more of them? The next clue was the shine in his eyes when she asked about his new friend Y/N - suddenly, at least a part of the old Nate was back as he excitedly talked about her - it was at that moment when her heart stopped beating for a second.
Elena never wanted to make Nate suffer - they were adults when they met, they thought they were right for each other and they got married - it was as simple as that. It wasn’t her fault that things didn’t quite work out for them and it wasn’t Nathan’s fault either. It was evident that both of them loved someone else, that their heart belonged to someone else, that their happiness lies in someone else… She never wanted to make Nate suffer, but she already did and the realization hit her like a truck when she entered their apartment. For two years, two fucking years, Nathan was sitting tight, waiting for Elena to come back home. Sometimes, he went on a thrilling adventure with Cutter, Chloe, or Sully, but mostly, he was living his nice, quiet time in his safe apartment (which he loved, by the way. Nathan adored simple day-to-day life). The man waited for so long, he was hoping, in love, full of trust - until it broke inside of him. Until he started to fall in love with someone else.
And for all of that, Elena hated herself. She should’ve talked to him way back in the day, the first moment she realized that a simple life might not be what she longed for. It was late to take it all back now. Elena already made his life miserable enough for those two years. Truth was that she bumped into Samuel back when she arrived for her Thailand gig. He was stoked to see her there, excited to spend some time with his sister-in-law. The man was there on his gig, but they managed to see each other pretty regularly and travel across Thailand together - Samuel was showing Elena around, enlightening her about a lot of local traditions, which was exactly what she needed to keep herself contained. She was born to live thrilling life full of adventure that never stops and she was not ready to settle down just yet. This type of adventure might’ve not been as dramatic as Nathan’s thrilling car chases, explosions, lost cities, and civilizations, or shooting guns, but it was the life Elena was suited for.
And it didn’t have a single flaw with Samuel - he was funny, both book smart and street smart, susceptible, charming and handsome, a perfect partner for a life of everlasting adventuring. The guy was honestly very easy to fall for.
It happened one evening without either of them predicting it - they were just standing under a tree, it was raining heavily and Elena was showing Samuel the latest batch of the photos she took while he held an umbrella over their heads. The woman was absolutely stoked about them, pointing her fingers there while talking happily, turning her head to look at Sam. And that was when it happened - the man met her lips halfway as he let the umbrella go, grabbing both her hips so he could press Elena closer to his body. And she was now about to tell Nathan.
Exhaling, she finally accepted the all as she dried the tears, sitting on the bathroom floor. Sam’s voice, as usual, made her heart fill with happiness and love, making her a bit calmer as she listened to him talk.
“Hey there, baby girl, I was just thinking about you and I needed to hear your voice, even tho I promised I won¨t call you when you’re there. I was just wondering about how’s it going back there… Did you talk to him already?” - The man asked, taking a drag from his cigarette. “No, not yet…” - Elena mumbled defeatedly, letting out a shaky breath. - “It’s so hard, you know? To find the time to discuss a serious topic like this. I just can’t bring myself to do it to Nathan, fucking Christ, he’s one of the best people I ever met in my entire life. What if he’s going to hate me? What will I do then? I don’t wanna lose him completely.” - After this confession, Elena started sobbing once more, hiding her face in her palm. Hearing such words made Sam’s heart shatter a bit, especially due to Elena’s heartbreaking tone and paralyzing fear, yet he knew that this was something they both had to go through. It wouldn’t be fair to Nathan to hold him in such a relationship. “My brother isn’t like that and both you and I know that, El. He’ll be upset, that’s for sure, and it will take him some time to get over that, he’ll need to heal… But he won’t be able to hate you. He loves you too much to do that - and I’m sure that he’ll let you go if that’s what you wish for.” “I think Nate… I think he…” - Elena laughed nervously, calming down even more as she looked at the hair products lined up on a shelf in the shower. - “I have the feeling that he loves someone else. Shouldn’t that make me feel better about all of this? Why do I feel like a fucking piece of shit?” “I honestly don’t have a clue about how all of this works, angel. All I know is that you two have been in a fucking pickle for two years now and it’s time for you to set you both free. You can do it and Nathan is adult enough to not break down. Now remind me who’s my big strong woman?” “I am.” - Elena mumbled, feeling as weak as never before right before ending the call just to lean the back of her head into the door for a bit longer.
Pulling herself back together and checking on her make-up felt bittersweet as she then proceeded to walk past all of the framed photos of her and Nathan; those where they were frozen in time, still in love and intact. Now, they were two estranged people living two separate lives due to her incapability to confide in Nathan. All she wanted was to protect him, not to feel flawed because of her not being able to slow down and live a normal life. Yet all she did was cause more harm in the process. “Are you alright?” - The man slowly approached her, running his warm palms along her shoulders before bringing her into a hug, kissing the top of her head. She wasn’t alright, she was in shambles, paralyzed with fear and worries. But she didn’t say anything, she just hugged him back, taking in his scent. Elena snuggled up a bit closer with her eyes closed, realizing that this might as well be one of the last moments when she’ll feel Nate’s raw, warming love.
As soon as you locked your apartment, you knew that the whole dinner will be one hell of a mess. Without a doubt in your mind, you knew that Mike holds a grudge against Nathan - one so huge that you only barely understood. And as for you, you already knew that you won’t be able to take your eyes off of that man. You haven’t seen or heard him in two weeks and just the thought of him being close again made your cheeks warmer and your heart skip a beat. Funnily enough, it felt like you were about to come back home. You couldn’t wait to see him again. Nathan was rather nervous the entire time he was leading El to the restaurant, holding her palm in his. She didn’t wiggle out of fear of hurting him more when he caught her palm and as the time passed, she calmed down and started talking about everything that was on her mind. The city managed to change a lot when she was gone and in a sense, it was calming to be back home, where she knew it the best with a person that knew her even better than she was to know herself.
It was as you walked down the street when you saw the other couple, holding hands just like you and Mike were. And holy motherfucking mother of God - there was so much going down inside your head. First off… Nathan was strikingly handsome in his own, adorable way. He looked so good that it sucked all of the air out of your lungs as your eyes hungrily scanned his appearance. The way the shirt hugged his frame, the black necktie, the black formal jacket, and pants that appeared to be a bit too tight for his amazing, beautiful ass… Unknowingly, you dug your nails deeper into Mike’s skin as your heart skipped a beat. The view alone made your knees weaken, the memories were immediately taking you back to two weeks ago, to the moment you held that man’s head between your thighs, moaning his name… Aaaand there it was; now, you were also wet and horny. What a great start. Secondly - Elena was way more beautiful than the pictures showed you. Standing in front of you in person, giving you a bright smile, you had to admit that Nathan’s wife was simply gorgeous. From her big hazel-nut brown eyes, nice smile, tanned skin, and the perfect dress to the way she carried herself on the heels she was wearing, she looked amazing. She was as brilliant as her husband. So this was his wife… Wow. Next to her, you looked like a fucking scarecrow, didn’t you? That led you to the last point… Nathan’s eyes started to shine as soon as he realized it was you. Just like your breath got shallow and your cheeks felt super hot, he was suddenly appearing way happier. It meant that whatever reason he had not texted you in the past two weeks, there were some feelings inside of him as well. And you already knew that no matter how happy it made you, it wasn’t a good sign at all.
“Oh, hi!” - Elena exclaimed happily, laughing as she let Nate’s hand go, opening up her arms to bring you into a hug. So… This was you, huh? The woman that made Nathan finally crack and fall head over heels for her. And looking at you, Elena understood everything a bit better - you were undeniably attractive, you had this spark in your eyes, your smile was warm and welcoming, you oozed friendliness and patience… Something Nate desperately needed after being alone for almost two years. “I couldn’t wait to meet you, Nathan told me so much about you guys.” - Elena mumbled as she gave you a tight, friendly hug before introducing herself to your boyfriend, giving you a moment to say hi to Nathan. And… Yep. As soon as Mike opened up his nasty mouth, Elena could sense something weird about him. His aura wasn’t quite checking out, but she was unable to put a finger on it. Yet she laughed at his joke, chit-chatting with him a bit more.
When you walked up to Nathan, you were about to have a heart attack. You felt so happy that you almost started crying, you were shaking, hot, and your head was spinning blissfully. Looking into his eyes, you knew he was feeling exactly the same thing as you did. Your presence made his day better, it made a bright smile appear on his face. Not being able to contain yourself any longer, you launched into a tight and desperate hug, almost bringing Nate to the ground in the process. The guy snickered unbelievable, bringing you even closer, taking in the smell and warmth of your body. Fuck, he missed you so much. - “You look incredible tonight.” - Nathan mumbled into your ear before letting you go, straightening as both Elena and Mike approached you.
The establishment Nate chose for the occasion was amazing. It was one of the high-class restaurants with an intimate, elegant setting… Even tho the prices might’ve been a bit too high for your liking. In the end, Mike was paying for you, so why would you care? The interior was grandiose - from two floors to an enormous glass chandelier to the golden ornaments and furniture made out of black, shiny wood, everything had its purpose and place. It was one of the restaurants you’d see in a rom-com; the one where the main hero proposes to his love interest, making her cry and the whole restaurant cheer for them. The waiters and waitresses have been dressed accordingly to the dress code, bringing deliciously looking food on silver plates. You’ve never been at a place like that and to be fair, you were pretty nervous about it.
“It’s amazing to finally meet you, Elena.” - You said honestly as you entered the restaurant - you and Elena walked in first, letting the guys talk for a bit. This comment made the blonde smile at you, entwining her elbow with yours as she led you to the reserved table in the far corner of the restaurant - the one with the best view of the sea. Nate always reserved this table specifically. “Same goes for you. Nathan speaks incredibly high of you… All the time. Never heard a single bad word when it came to you, Y/N.” - With that, you looked into Elena’s big, brown eyes, feeling your stomach tightening into a small ball. Fuck… If you haven’t slept with her husband, who was your best friend, and if you wouldn’t fall in love with him, you and Elena might’ve been great friends. She seemed easy-going and interesting, someone you’d simply love to befriend. “That sounds like Nate. But he speaks highly of everyone, doesn’t he? He’s too nice to hold a grudge.” “Oh, no, no, no.” - El chuckled, letting your arm go as you reached the table - both of you sat opposite each other while the guys ordered you some drinks. - “This man can curse when it comes to it and when he really doesn’t like someone, he’s a goddamn swearing machine. Saying the word, how’s Victor? Haven’t seen him in months.” “They are doing great…” - You smiled, opening the menu. It was luxurious, coated in black leather with drawings and details made out of golden metal. The woman looked up, perplexed about what ‘they’ is supposed to mean. - “Him and Florence, I mean. Never seen a couple more strange, but, hey - it’s working out for them. Have you met her yet?” “Ah, of course. No, we didn’t meet yet, that’s why I got so confused. My brain still didn’t catch up with the fact that Victor found himself a girlfriend. I always knew Sully as the dictionary definition of a 'ladies man’, so…” - At that, you both giggled. Talking to Elena, it could be heard that she is a journalist and that she also knows her friends well, that she cares deeply about them. She was smart and funny, but there was just something… In the way, she spoke and structured her sentences. - “What’s she like? She must be a piece of art if she managed to tame the big ol’ Sullivan himself, let me tell you that much.” “Ah, Florence is simply great. I really enjoy being around her… To be fairly honest, I might not know Sully that well, but I’d say she’s the feminine version of him, yannow? There’s this thing that just seemingly clicked between them. That woman’s also very, very smart and knowledgeable when it comes to history. I think you’ll like her.” “If she’s similar to you, I’ll certainly will…” - Elena smiled kindly, hearing both men finally joining your table. For a moment, you couldn’t bring yourself to break the eye contact with her, staring at her with a small furrow. It could’ve been just a simple statement that didn’t even mean much, but the sparks in her eyes were telling you that whatever was she trying to get across, it was far more profound than that. As if she was giving you a blessing to do something… But what? Without a clue, you stared at her, seeing her smile even wider as tears appeared in her eyes for a second. - “I’ll certainly will.” - She repeated, winking a few times to hold the tears back.
As time passed by, Elena started to like you more and more. You, in your entirety, were a wonderful person. Both you and your boyfriend listened to her storied eagerly, being mesmerized by some of the photos Elena decided to you, wondering about what her life must be like - it seemed wonderful. The entire night, you were trying to keep up a good conversation with her, yet each time she talked to Mike or Nathan, your eyes immediately turned to the man sitting next to her. His presence was calming you down the entire time - he was there with you and for you and there was nothing that had the power to change it. When Elena wasn’t talking to him, his eyes were glued to you; yet only when Mike didn’t pay attention to him. Ever since you met up for the dinner, he could feel the bitterness Mike was radiating toward him. That guy fucking hated him to bits. But honestly - he was right to do so. In the end, Nate not only fallen for his girl, but he also made love to her.
Seeing Elena enjoy your company, just as you enjoyed hers, left him wondering about how things could’ve been if stuff was less complicated. What if he was still in love with Elena and she was in love with him? Could you all be just a group of great friends? Nate liked to think so since the two of you clicked so well straightaway. At that moment, he felt grossed out by his own actions; he should’ve suppressed his feelings for you somewhere deep inside of him, somewhere where they’d be intact and safe while not growing or changing - he shouldn’t have acted based on his desires and he should’ve turned you down. But… It was too late for that now, wasn’t it? Now, Drake already knew how you tasted, how your touches felt, and how wonderful it felt when you trembled in his arms, when you moaned his name, or fell asleep with your head on his chest. And it was too late to erase those precious memories.
At the end of the night, everyone seemed to be contained - all of you had some delicious food, were just tipsy enough for it to be enjoyable you and Elena hugged like two old best friends and the two men shook hands with smiles on their lips. Yet as soon as Elena offered her palm to Mike, there it was again. The sense of insecurity, the strong distaste in her mouth. This guy was not a good person, she was sure of that - his looks towards you had a possessive, proprietary character as if he had to do his absolute best to control himself for some reason. She disliked the guy in his entirety. Yet, same as before, she simply smiled at him and wished him a wonderful night. And indeed, Mike had to keep himself in check, cause he felt the tension between you and Nathan. If you thought he didn’t notice the subtle smiles and looks, you must’ve been fucking stupid. The guy almost bawled his eyes out while looking at Mike’s girl. That’s right - you were his and he wasn’t willing to let you go. For a guy that cheated on you multiple times, he was extremely possessive, jealous, and selfish - it wasn’t even funny at that point. He was to do whatever he pleased, but if you’d only think about anything like that… Boy oh boy. He was outraged when you left the restaurant, yet as you walked home, everything started to boil inside of him. Mike was completely furious by the time you reached your flat, and as soon as he slammed the door behind both of you with great, brute force, you remained frozen in place. - “We need to fucking talk, Y/N, you hear me?!”
Elena was furrowing the entire way home, holding onto Nate’s elbow as she carried her high heels in her other palm. At that moment, she was soaking her feet in the cold salty water of the ocean, feeling the wet sand between her toes. Nate was walking next to her with the jacket thrown over his other elbow, holding his shoes in his palm as well. Suddenly, Elena stopped and looked at the ocean and the moon, sighing. “I didn’t like that guy she was with.” - Elena mumbled worriedly, looking at Nathan’s silhouette, seeing the blue eyes looking back at her. - “There’s something off about it him, I just… Something’s nagging me about him.” “He’s a fucking asshole, that’s what’s nagging you about him, El. He hurt her multiple times, cheated on her with various women and Y/N is still choosing to stay by his side, fucking Christ.” - Nathan laughed sourly, warning the waves crashing at his feet. Elena tightened her grip on Nate’s elbow, leaning her temple into his shoulder as she listened to the sounds of the beach - the waves crashing, people talking in the distance, the crickets in the tufts of grass… And suddenly, it slipped past her lips. - “We need to talk, Nate. ”
Okay, so this is a new fic, which I wanted to write for a while now, but I don’t know if you guys like the idea, or not, but I post it, and see how it goes. But I feel like it’s too risky or gross, so I don’t think many of you going to like it.
It’s an AU, where Sam is not a treasure hunter, just a simple thief, and after a job goes wrong, Sam ends up in jail (just like in the game for 13 years).
His sentence was over, and he can go home now. Well, he doesn’t have a home, he doesn’t even know where his brother lives. The last time Sam saw Nathan was at the court, where he was sentenced to 13 years of prison, for a crime he haven’t committed. It was his partner who shot the guard in the museum, instantly killing him, but the judge didn’t believe him, and worst of all, his little brother didn’t believe him either.
The only things Sam had in his bag as he stepped through the gates, was a pair of jeans and a shirt for change, a pack of cigarettes and his lighter. He imagined this day a thousand times in his head, but none of them were like this. He imagined as Nate was waiting for him, but who he wanted to kid? He haven’t heard from him for years. The last letter he got from him was four years ago, when he wrote that he became a father.
Oh yeah, the letters. They were in his bag too. Not much, but it was more than nothing. It pained him, that his little brother didn’t believe that he was innocent… Okay, not innocent, he was a thief after all, while his brother stayed on the right side of the law, but he wasn’t a murderer, and Nate knew this. But the evidence fooled everyone, and it was enough to ruin his life not just for 13 years, but forever.
Because now he had nowhere to go.
He looked back at the prison and he wondered for a moment if it would’ve been better if he was sentenced for a lifetime.
He took a deep breath and went for the nearest bus stop. One of the guards who gave him the pack of cigarettes gave him a few dollars too, so he could catch a cab and buy food, but the bus was cheaper, so maybe he could go to a cheap motel for a night too.
That was 6 months ago. Now here he was, sitting on a dirty blanket, in his dirty clothes, reading a dirty newspaper he grabbed from a dirty trashcan with his dirty hands.
Yeah… It would’ve been better if he was sentenced for a lifetime. Or even better. If he was sentenced to death.
The look people gave him… He knew that look. That was the look he gave homeless people 13 years ago. Disgust with a mix of pity. And these people were his prey. It was hard to get close to them undetected, because who wouldn’t be suspicious of a homeless person getting close to them, but he was lucky so far.
A small smile appeared on Sam’s lips as he successfully stole the asshole’s wallet from his pocket. He looked back at his spot… yes he has a spot now. Two spots, to be specific: one in the park, and one in the nearby street, next to a building, where he can hide if it’s raining.
Or to be more specific: where they can hide.
Oh yeah, he’s not alone, he has a little ball of fur, laying on his blanket, a german shepherd. She was about 3 months old and Sam found her in a trashcan. Some heartless asshole just dumped her, and it was luck Sam found her, because she almost starved to death. He decided to call her Bonny.
Sam made his way over to a hot-dog stand and bought two hot-dogs and a bottle of water. He was glad that he could at least buy food here, because he wasn’t allowed in any shop, and this man was nice enough to serve him. He walked back to his blanket and Bonny looked at him with happy eyes as she saw the food in his hand. Sam smirked.
“Are you hungry?” - he asked as he sat down next to her and tore a small amount and gave it to her.
He watched as Bonny ate happily and when he saw that she was full, he started to eat the rest. He poured water in Bonny’s bowl - which was a plastic cup, the hot-dog man gave him - then he took a few gulps of the bottle too as he looked around.
It was a sunny and rather hot day, considering it was September, but Sam was worried. He was released from the prison in April, and it was warm then too, and he was scared to think about how he and Bonny were going to survive the winter. Where should they go? Should they go to a homeless shelt…
His thoughts were interrupted when a giant black and white something slammed into him, making him drop his hot-dog and water as he fall on his back with a groan.
“Oh my god, Rocco, no!” - he heard a woman scream, and he also heard as Bonny started to bark in her tiny voice.
Sam groaned as he slowly sat back up, and looked up to see what happened. He gasped a little when he came face to face with a big dalmatian dog, and he swore it was grinning at him.
“Bad dog! Very bad dog!” - the same voice said angrily, and Sam looked behind the dog to see the owner.
And he almost gasped again. She was simply the prettiest girl he had ever laid eyes on.
You reached your dog, and the poor old man, whom he had ran over.
You glared at Rocco, then turned to the man. He had a beard on his face and he was dirty, and when you were on your way here, you prepared yourself for the horrible smell you were going to feel, but to your surprise, he wasn’t stinky. It was just a mixture of smoke and sweat, and it was like on any other person after maybe a workout.
“I’m so sorry, are you alright?” - you asked the man as you looked at his belongings.
You noticed the big bag next to him and you wondered for a moment that maybe he has some soap or something in it.
“Ugh, uhm, yeah, yeah, I’m alright.” - he answered in a surprisingly pleasant voice.
Your eyes found his food on the ground and you gasped.
“Oh, god! I’m terribly sorry, please, let me buy you another one!” - you said and you didn’t let him answer you, you hurried to the hot-dog stand and bought a hot-dog and a bottle of water and a coke too.
You hurried back to him and reached them out for him.
“I bought you a coke as an apology.” - you said with a shy smile.
“You didn’t have to.” - Sam accepted everything nonetheless, it was 13 years ago since he last drink coke after all.
“The least I could do.” - you waved it off, and then your eyes widened when you saw his dog.
“Aaawww, and who is this little guy?” - you asked and Sam watched surprised as you leaned down and pulled the dog in your arms.
The people were afraid of Bonny, she was a stray dog after all, a little dirty, and they were afraid that she was sick or something.
“Uhm, it’s a girl, and her name is Bonny.” - Sam said with a little smile.
“Bonny, huh? I like it, Anne Bonny was a kick-ass pirate, is that right?” - you asked Bonny, as you scratched her chin and she throw her head backwards in satisfaction.
Sam’s eyebrows shot up in surprise. He loved history, especially, pirate history, his mom used to tell him stories about them.
“You like pirates?“
"Well, there’s a show about them, you know, Black Sails, it’s awesome.” - you grinned at him.
“Really? I haven’t heard of it.” - he said as he took a bite from his hot-dog.
You watched from the corner of your eye as he ate and how he eyed Rocco. It was weird, you never thought that you would have a pleasant conservation with a homeless… God, as you thought about it, you sounded like a horrible person. Why would someone be less of a person just because life treated them poorly?
“Jesus, I’m such an asshole, my name’s ‘Y/N’.” - you said as you put Bonny down and gave her a treat from your pocket, while you were looking at the man.
“Sam.” - he bowed his head with a smile.
“Well Sam, it was nice to meet you, and sorry again for running you over.” - you said with a giggle.
“It’s okay, I think he did it because he likes me.” - Sam said as he patted Rocco’s head and he happily wiggled his tail.
“Uhm, actually it was kinda my fault, see that frisbee, over there?” - you pointed behind him.
Sam turned around and saw it in the grass not far behind him.
“Yeah, I throw that, and it was supposed to go that way.” - you said awkwardly as you pointed in the opposite direction.
Sam laughed out loud, and you smiled hearing that.
“Nice skills.” - he said still laughing.
“Hey!” - you said faking offense. - “Do you want Rocco to run you over again?”
“Oh, god no, he’s heavy!”
“Yes, he is.” - you smiled. - “Come on, Rock, bring it back!” - you said and he ran to it and brought it back, but when you reached for it, he didn’t gave it to you, but turned his head and took a few steps away from you.
“You’re such an asshole, you know that?"
Sam laughed again.
"Yeah, very funny.” - you rolled your eyes, but smiled, and waved to him, as you started walking away with Rocco.
“Bye.” - Sam waved too, and a happy sigh left his lips.
Bonny whined next to him and he looked down, and saw her looking after you.
“I know.” - he said as he scratched her ear.
Then his face fell, and the sad thoughts clouded his mind again.
“But I don’t have a chance with her. I mean, who goes for a homeless guy? Besides you, hmm?” - he gave her a sad smile and took a sip of the coke.
Ladies and gentlemen, everyone, I introduce you to my comfort fanfic I love to read when I’m stressed. Still coming back to it, malady. ❤️ @missdictatorme
A/N: Oh shit sis, we’re getting pretty darn naughty with Sammy here. And also, this should be rather called “Headcanon full of Lana Del Rey songs references”, because oh boy.
To my one and only, @missdictatorme . I am through seriously weird times rn, I’m sick, depression got a hold on me and I hope that this will make you smile a bit, baby.
Tagging: @bechobbi
Mood for this chapter: Daddy by Sakima, my gay queer queen. Or, if you’re feeling more sensual, Sacrifice by the amazing Black Atlass, featuring Jessie Reyzer.
So you don’t jump at the opportunity straight away.
You were freaking out internally, girl. Like seriously what the fuck just happened?
But he was more than willing to remind you again.
“So we’re not behaving today? You want me to get some tools and help you to change your mind?”
“Oh no.”
“Oh no, what?”
And damn bitch you know at that moment that you’re fucked. In deep shitty water my love.
“Oh no, please daddy.”
“Now we’re behaving, aren’t we? So panties down and skirt up. Go on, I’m waiting.”
So that was his way of negotiation.
And you would die if you say that you don’t like. Just admit it. You’re in love with his sassy behavior.
So you did what he wanted. Panties down and skirt up. Is that your new catchphrase?
So you climbed on his lap like a little sheep you are; not like dumb but like nice and everything.
At first, he smoothed your skin with his hand and his lip, slowly kissing it with grace as if he was worshiping you like a goddess you are, my little baby.
And the first one came, the first slap directed on your ass.
And oh boy it hurts.
Well, you should behave right at that party, darling.
This is the punishment you deserve.
But don’t fool me or you, you moaned loudly. And we both know that.
“How does it make you feel?”
“Alright.”
“Alright?”
“Alright, daddy.”
And therefore goes another slap. And another. And oh boy, another.
It slowly went from a hard spanking session with daddy Sammy™ to a fucking hot make-out session with caring Samuel™.
“How’s that ass doing?”
“Jesus fuck, don’t you dare to touch it. It hurts like a butt cheek on a stick!” (Another vine reference, am I even normal? No, I’m not.)
“Well, behave next time we’re out and we can be more gentle, princess.”
“Oh, so you think you can make rules now?”
And you would swear you didn’t see a cockier smile on anybody’s lips ‘till that day.
He didn’t think he can make rules, he knew it.
You were too sweet and innocent to hide things like this in front of his eyes. And he was a serious bastard too.
“Well if you’re in such a position to make your own rules, why aren’t you fucking me right now? I’m curious.”
“Because you had too many things to go through today. I don’t want to destroy you completely.”
“Well, I think that I’m capable of fucking you like a man you are.”
And that little shit just smiled when you sat on his lap, completely on display with everything you had, and slowly smoothed your face.
“So she’s capable of fucking me like the man I am.”
“Stop repeating. This isn’t funny.”
“No. That is a serious thing you said and I think that you don’t completely understand what you’re up to.”
“You can be the boss, daddy.”
“I can be the boss tomorrow, my little bird.”
Ok. That was a seriously sweet and meaningful nickname he gave you and you started to drip on his tight black tuxedo trousers.
Birds meant literally everything for him.
He looked up to them when he was behind the bars of Panamian jail. He watched as they flew around so full of life, so reckless and so free.
That’s how he got his tattoo, just by the way. He wished to be a bird for such a long time.
Well not right now, because there was a mess of adoring and horniness right on his lap.
And Jesus, that little shit enjoyed himself that much, that this much fun should be illegal.
“Let me take a few painkillers and let’s go to sleep.”
“So you won’t fuck me?”
“Aren’t you a little greedy beast? I can fuck you all day tomorrow if you let me sleep properly tonight. Don’t forget that I drank.”
He was right, as always, so you climbed down a bit disappointed, but you dressed to your fav PJ’s and when you came back to his bedroom, he already seems to be asleep.
Even though you climbed next to him, lying in a social accepting space between your bodies.
And Sammy the sleepy boi™ slowly hugged your waist as you covered both of you with a blanket. It was a sweet gesture.
Well he had like a fucking ton and you couldn’t breathe properly, but it was sweet.
You hugged him back in a protecting gesture, slowly caressing his hair.
“I was worried that I’ll have to go to your room for you.”
“Why?”
“You think that I would let my little girl sleep all alone when the storm can come anytime soon?”
“I would fight on my own, no worries.”
“I would miss you here. I don’t want to sleep alone anymore.”
And with that, he thrifts to a glare of dreams (seriously, a Spyro reference? Jesus, just crucify me rn.)
And you were shook sis. Just shook.
You were living for that night.
Men before him were trash, we don’t care about those bitches. But he? He was a whole new level.
And as he promised, so he did.
Samuel’s fingers slowly traveling on your thighs were the thing that woke you up in the morning.
Samuel was a sly fox. Oh boy, he was.
He wasn’t doing anything explicit really, he was smoothing you over the PJ.
“Where is that hand traveling, Sammy?”
“That hand is discovering a long lost territory and recovering a royal jewel of the ancient Maya nation. Let me do my work and just shut up for a moment, little girl.”
“Do your thing, daddy.”
And his whole face just disappeared under the blankets just between your legs.
And he was seriously well at bilingual talking - his French was perfect. (if ya know what I mean)
And didn’t that sneaky boi lived for eating women out - and especially you.
You didn’t care about anything when his tongue tasted your perfect flavor, you were moaning out loud, screaming his name and just pulling his hair out.
He thought you’re in whole another dimension.
“Why did you stop?”
“I was afraid that you fainted.”
So you pull his head back to where it belongs, just letting him lick you like fucking ice cream.
What a sly fox.
He was training hard, oh he did.
And now it was paying off.
You two were in the bed for a whole day. And get off only if necessary - on his smoking pauses and when you needed to pee or eat/drink.
And let me say you almost destroyed the bed during that heavy fucking session you had.
At the end of the day, you were just two lost souls melting into one for a moment - and you could be sure, my love, that this was only the sweet begging.
The Stubborn, the Headstrong and the Persistent (Sam Drake x Reader) - Chapter 1
Summary: AU where Sam is the CEO of a big marketing company and he also has an 11 years old son. Sam is very busy with work, usually staying in his office late in the afternoon, sometimes even at the evenings, attending meetings and dinners, while he hires nanny after nanny to watch his son, but they all quit after a few days. Will a certain smartass, irritating, insuffarable neighbour be the solution to the problem? Well, as much as he hates it, yes, yes she will.
A/N: So, here is the first chapter. It is more like a short prologue /pilot thingy, introducing the characters and showing you the basic tone of the fic. And yes, that’s baby Tom Holland. I thought he could pass as Sam’s son. Please tell me if you’re interested in the story and wanna be tagged. I’m not promising fast updates, though
Also, I decided to post this because I’ve realized that yesterday was Samuel’s nameday (I think namedays are only a thing in our country), so it’s my present to one of my favourite characters and his fans (Samuel in hunagrian is Sámuel)
I’m posting this from my phone, so sorry if something is messed up
Warnings: Cursing
Words:~1200
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You smiled up to the sky as the spring sunrays hit your face, eyes blocked by your cheap shades you got from a local market on sale. Your light grey sweatpans were a little bit too loose, needing to be readjusted on your hips after every few steps, and your baggy plain white shirt had a small hole at your right hip, thanks to the crazy female husky you were walking on the street in the quiet suburban area. It wasn’t the best place but much better than the ghetto your stepmom managed to get you and your step-sisters out from.
Sure, your new house needed repairing, compared to the other ones on the street it was far the worst looking one, especially it was in deep contrast with the one which was across from yours, which belonged to some white middle-aged rich man. He was probably some CEO or some fancy sonofabitch, if his clean and sharp business-clothes and his hybrid Lexus were any indicatiors.
As you neared his house during your walk, you took a disgusted look at it, totally not fueled by jealousy and empty from any envious feelings.
You jumped back and pulled on the leash when you heard a loud car horn go off next to you, and you immediately frowned when you saw the fancy silver car.
“Sure, go ahead and ran over me and my dog!” - you yelled loudly so he can hear it clearly behind his pulled up windows too.
You saw him roll his eyes as his window rolled down and he leaned a little outside.
“I will if you don’t watch where you step!”
“Looks like my dog isn’t the only one who needs a leash!” - you growled.
“Looks like…” - he commented with an annoyed tone, then he motioned for you to go first with a clearly fake smile.
You made a face and showed him your middle finger, keeping eye contact with him as you walked past his car, and you saw him mouth “classy”, then he pulled up to his driveway.
“Fucking asshole.” - you said as you continued with your late afternoon walk.
“Annoying harpy.” - Sam growled as he got out of his car and looked after you, then he turned to look at the house across from his where he knew you were living.
It wasn’t in the best shape, which wasn’t a surprise, since it was empty for about two years and its previous owner didn’t really took care of it either. The neighbourhood sighed equally in relief when they heard someone was finally moving in, but the hope quickly faded when they saw the family was… Well, let’s just say, the members didn’t look better than the house itself.
The black middle aged woman seemed nice enough, she greeted the passersby with a friendly smile, and the black little girl and the white one who were both around his son’s age looked cute too, but you on the other hand… You and your family moved in about a month ago, and Sam hadn’t see you much but when he did, you were either wearing that - what the kids call - resting bitch face or you were zooming out with a weird expression. He wanted to say it looked like a smile, but it was a little bit weirder.
He heard laughter from the house he was watching and soon the screen door opened with a horrible creeking noise, and the black and the white girl both ran out shooting each other with waterguns. He saw as the black woman walked out too, and when she noticed Sam looking she waved.
Sam was spooked at first, he didn’t know he was that obvious with his staring, but he waved back, taking one last look at the woman who sat down on a chair which was next to the door on the porch and started reading a book.
Well, a family of four moved in and only one of them was an asshole, that’s a good thing right?
He locked his car and walked in his house. He pulled off his dark blue business jacket and loosened his black tie, undoing the first two buttons on his shirt and the ones on his wrists too, then rolled up the sleeves to his elbows.
“Lucas! You still didn’t do your homework! Your dad’s gonna be angry at the both of us!” - Sam heard as Cindy, the nanny yelled.
He arrived home about an hour sooner than usual, which was really rare, and looks like she didn’t hear him open the front door.
“I don’t care! I hope he fires you, I hate you anyways!” - he heard his son’s reply, making his eyes widen.
“Hey!” - he said loudly as he walked in the livingroom.
“Mr. Drake?”
“Dad?”
Sam looked between the young blonde woman and his son with short brown curls.
“Why did you say you hate her? Apologize!” - Sam said confused, but he was calm.
“No! She’s always bossing me around, I don’t have a minute to fucking…!”
“Language!” - Sam said, raising his tone.
He just arrived home from a stressful day at work, had an unpleasant encounter with his annoying neighbour, and he has to deal with drama even in his own home.
“I don’t care! I spend six hours every day in school learning, I wanna hang out just a little before I’m forced to do the piles of homework! But no! She just yells at me all the time "Lucas do this, Lucas do that!”, just like the others! They’re not my mom, you’re not my mom, so how about you shut up!“ - Lucas yelled, his face getting red.
"Lucas! You apologize right now!” - Sam raised his voice even more, taking a few steps closer to him.
“No!” - his son shouted, then ran upstairs, his door slamming shut with a loud bang.
Sam let out a big sigh, then ran a hand through his hair.
“He is like this every minute of every day. I’m sorry Mr. Drake, but I can’t do this anymore!” - Cindy said as she walked next to him.
“I’m sorry.” - Sam said as he pulled out his purse from his pocket and paid her.
She just nodded and took the money. Sam lead her out and when he was about to close the door, he saw you standing several feet from him on the sidewalk, watching with your shades pulled down to the tip of your nose as the upset nanny stormed to her car and got in, slamming the door.
You looked back at Sam with a wide smile giving him the thumbs up, signaling that you heard everything.
“Oh, get lost!” - he growled annoyed and you burst out laughing.
“Someone already did!” - you said looking towards the nanny, then you turned around with a wave and walked to your home, while the nanny drove off.
Sam looked up to the sky, shighing loudly, then closed the door.
