My entry for the Lost Civilizations contest for CGMA and Syn Studio!
Concept for an Atlantis inspired by Indonesian Hindu civilizations. Located in a hidden waterfall basin, the city was flooded and submerged after the eruption of Krakatoa in 1883.
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.
I was playing around with the ideas of soft Nate smut last night and I decided to go for this rocking against each other clothed before doing anything actually and-
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.
Part Summary: It was becoming more and more obvious that something isn’t right between Nate and Elena, just as he was discovering how much of an amazing person you were.
A/N: A lot has changed ever since I started this damn series… It is MORE than a year old. And I still do love Nathan, he deserves all the love and cuteness, smut and attention his brother gets. Like… I love Sam too, and y’all know that, but sometimes you need the softness and love in your life. ♥
A/N:Just a quick reminder that this Nate is in his early 30s’ and Sully is in his early 40s’. It takes place after Honor Among Thieves, where Nate and Elena and Nate got married, but didn’t found the way to work the things out.
Nathan couldn’t believe what he had just done. His blue eyes were scanning the phone, his lungs weren’t getting the amount of air they needed and his heart was racing. He had just called you. Asked you if you’d like to hang out with him. And you said yes. Nate breathed out steadily, and before he could stop himself, he was doing his happy dance.
Nathan, being a grown-up he seemed to be with his muscles and 5'11 height was a small kid inside an adult’s man body. For starters, he was always singing and dancing when he was happy, or when he tried to kill some time in his car - and he wasn’t a good singer at all. He had his happy dances when no-one could see him dancing. Another thing was that this man adored the movie Notting Hill with Julia Roberts and he cried every damn time he saw the movie. He loved to buy himself an ice-cream, was loud, and loved to laugh. He was dorky in his own, irresistible way as Elena often put it.
Oh, Nathan stopped. What would’ve Elena think about this? She would be most probably cool with him seeing a friend, right? Like, he went with Frazer for beers and stuff, why would be Elena worried about him going to play some Scrabble with another friend? A girl he had just met? A girl he was all over his heels for? Nathan shook his head as he stood in front of half-emptied wardrobe since El had taken most of her things with her, already dialing her number. She answered after a small while.
“Hey, hey, did something happened?” - She mumbled sleepily, having Nathan curse under his breath. He forgot about the time difference thingy. He was creating various looks on the bed, thinking about what is most suitable for the occasion.
“No, I’m fine, I don’t have anything broken just yet, the flat didn’t catch on fire, everything’s fine here.” - The man named every horror scenario he could think of, finishing it with a slight chuckle. Elena on the other side didn’t find it funny at all, leaving a frustrated sigh to make her husband realize she isn’t in the mood for his jests. - “But Sully has a girlfriend.” - He mentioned just, by the way, settling on a dark blue t-shirt and khaki pants that made his ass popping as Chloe told him many times. These pants were old, but they were still presentable.
“And you’re calling me at three a.m. to tell me that Victor found himself a girlfriend? Nate… I have to wake up early today.” - Elena sighed, doing something in the background. She knew that once Nate had woken her up, she won’t be able to fall asleep again, so she went to make her a cup of coffee.
“I am not calling you at three a.m. just to tell you that Sully has a girlfriend, who is at least fifteen younger, by the way. I’m calling you because a friend asked me if I wouldn’t mind hanging out with her because her boyfriend is at work, so…” - He left out a small pause, rolling his eyes around, walking around the flat like a little boy.
“Nathan, let me remind you that you’re thirty-and-something years old man who has the right to decide who he wants to hang out with.” - “And won’t you be mad ar me, or jealous, or something?” - “Do you want me to?” - Elena asked with a dry chuckle. Nathan didn’t expect that Elena would be so cool about this. He expected a lot, but not such a calm attitude. Nathan had quite a time while trying to come up with an answer for Elena.
“Listen, I just wanted to let you know.” - Nate sighed in the end, waiting for a moment before hearing Elena chuckle on the other side of the phone. - “Yeah, but you still woke me up this early. Unforgivable.” - The woman joked and for a moment, Nate felt seriously bad about himself and the whole situation around you. - “I love you.” - Nate whispered after a moment, waiting for her answer. But, just like the last time, there was no I love you said back.
“Enjoy the hangout and don’t drink too much. You know how much you love Notting Hill when you’re drunk. Bye.” - His wife whispered in the end, ending the call. The man felt hurt for a reason he couldn’t exactly name. Nathan was an endless romantic with his whole soul - he loved to cook surprise dinner for Elena when they were together, he brought her flowers at least once a week, bought her some sweets when he felt like the needs to sweeten her life a bit and he once even did the cliché thing with petals leading to the bed. This man needed to feel he’s being loved, that he’s being appreciated and cared for.
Yet Elena seemed to be super-distant even if she knew about it. But Nathan wasn’t the type to pressure into doing things, he was too sweet for that. He cared for the woman and wanted nothing more than seeing her contained. And so far, it seemed she’s more or less feeling happy in some way.
After ten minutes of preparations, like styling his hair with water and finding the best was to style his t-shirt, he set to go to the market, as he promised you. This man loved ratatouille with his whole heart. It was somehow reminding him of the days when everything was way simpler. When he was younger and he and Sam were traveling through the states, he was the one doing the cooking when they didn’t have enough money for picking something at a Chinese restaurant. And ratatouille was simple and quick, not that much expansive. And his lemon cake? Jesus, you’ll love it.
Nate was just arguing about the cost of the zucchinis when you texted him your address, telling him you somehow managed to clean the place up. Which filled Nate with new energy - so much that he paid a horrendous amount of money for a couple of fresh zucchinis. It wasn’t too far from the market, so maybe, if you’d like to know where to get the best fresh goods, he could take you there. Nathan caught himself grinning and humming a song when he finally walked through your street - you lived in the modern, yet indie-feeling one. The houses were small, almost as if in a Mexican village and each of them had a different color. There was a bright, yellow one, then one with a blood-red facade, grass-green one, and your house had a color of the sky. It could be known that you’re a student, as you told him because bands and independent artists were playing on the streets until the deep night, so the rant was significantly reduced and this was a part of the city young people lived in.
Yet it filled Nate with this sort of energy and it made him grin as he watched a guitarist serenading for some tourist, who was giggling. It made him feel a bit younger than he was… Well, he wasn’t old by any means, but he still was a dude in his thirties, so he wasn’t the youngest in the game either. But soon enough, he was calling you as he stood in front of the door, tapping his feet around nervously. Suddenly, he heard someone calling his name, and before he could say something, he saw you leaning down from your balcony, waving your hands wildly.
“Watch out for the keys!” - You cried out, pulling your hand out so he would see them. First, he chuckled and then nodded, so you let them fall. It was the first time you’ve seen someone catch the keys to their palm. It took him barely a minute to run the stairs up and dear Lord, he had this grin as soon as he saw you. You had this jean overall with one of the suspenders fallen off your shoulder, a white t-shirt and messy hair. Jesus, you were looking even better than Nate remembered you.
“Hey there.” - You smiled goofily, stepping aside from the door, finding the man in. - “And welcome to my kingdom. Please, we hope you don’t mind a bit of mess.” - You giggled and stopped him when he wanted to take his shoes off.
“I don’t mind a mess since I am a bit of one myself.” - Nathan answered back playfully, finding this new sense of confidence inside of him. It made him feel good when you laughed out loud at the statement, shaking your head with an unbelieving smile. Your place was really cute and as far as Nate could tell, it suited you… And your boyfriend. Most of the things was still in the boxes, the furniture was unassembled and… - “Why didn’t you tell me that you need help with painting the walls?” - Nate asked you.
Jesus, that didn’t even cross your mind. Nathan was still a stranger to you, even if you called him a friend already. You met for this one afternoon a week or so ago during the storm, but you hadn’t talked since that day. He didn’t even text you or anything. So, naturally, it didn’t come across that you could ask Nate to help you with accommodating the new household. The only thing you’ve had fully equipped was a kitchen - and that was because you already bought the flat with an equipped kitchen and bathroom.
“Calm your horses, I’ve had enough of a hard time to make sure the water is running so you can cook me the damn lunch. I’m starving.” - A joke left you as you opened up the living room windows. Nate’s expression was enough for you to start explaining. - “Mike usually does this stuff, I’m the worst technician you could befriend, so, don’t ask me to repair stuff for you, okay?” - Oh shit, Mike. Your boyfriend. Right. Don’t let your feelings get the best of you, Nate, the man spoke with himself.
“So, what does lunch, Scrabble, and painting your living room sound like?” - Nate asked and put all the vegetables on the table, smiling at you daringly.
“Oh, no, no, no. I asked you to hang out with me, not to slave work for me.” - You marched right next to him, pulling out some knives, pans, and pots for him. - “And you’d ruin your t-shirt and I don’t want to buy you a whole new one. I’ll manage on my own.” - This made the man chuckle as you still kept talking to him while chaotically running around, assembling the dishes for him. You were going through various boxes on the ground, having a slight furrow on your face.
“Yeah, I can see how you’re managing with these tomcats all over the wall, good job. I mean it, I have a day off anyway.” - The man answered you with a soft giggle at the end, already working with the vegetables. What surprised him was that you stood next to him in the next minute, helping him with the cooking.
“Your wife would be angry that you wouldn’t be home for dinner. It must’ve already weirded her out that you’re going to cook lunch for this random girl.” - The topic of Elena made Nate gulp quietly, letting the playful grin disappear from his face. For a moment, you thought you hit the soft spot, but then the man bumped with his elbow to your upper arm.
“Elena… She’s out of the states now. She’s working on an article in Thailand, and for your information, she was proud of her hubby doing such a gentleman thing about not letting a girl starve to death.” - Oh, crap. Nathan wished for the things to be as he was interpreting them. He wished to talk about with Elena, because maybe if their relationship would’ve been better, he wouldn’t crush on you straightaway. But those were only speculations. What could Nathan know?
“Do you have her picture? I’m kinda curious about what she looks like. If that isn’t… Too weird, of course.” - You stuttered out. Nathan was caught off guard with your wish, but in the end, he wiped his hands and pulled his phone up, showing you a photo from their most recent vacation in Brazil. She was smiling into the camera, holding a glass of wine and her hair was let down. She was also beautifully tanned at the time. You opened up your mouth, smiling at the sight of Nathan’s wife. - “Wow. She’s like… Pretty. You’re one lucky guy, Nate, I tell you.” - As if, Nathan answered, but he did his best to nod and hum in agreement.
When this weird little thingy about Elena was off the table, you both concentrated on your cooking. Nathan could see why you told him that you’re not the best cook either, but you were doing his best to help him. But the pie was even more fun to prepare than the ratatouille. First, you shoved the main course into the oven, making the sweet end after that. It was both looking miraculous to you since you would eat anything the man would serve you. And no matter how hot the food was, you had some appetite. Nathan hadn’t seen anyone eat his food with such a passion for a long time - not even in the restaurant.
When the lunch was over, you pulled an old box with scrabble out of nowhere, putting on the table. - “Now, now, what you have to understand, Nate, is that this box is a relic. I wouldn’t be surprised if it would be older than me… So, naturally, most of the letters are missing and you’ll have to have hella imagination playing this game.” - You presented him, putting the board down. This was a nice spent time while letting the food settle down inside of you - you were laughing a lot with Nathan and his main tactic. The man was trying to convince you that most of the words he made up were real. Soon, you pulled a dictionary, and Nate knew he’s screwed at the moment.
When you proved Nathan you’re actually like… Ten times smarter than him, it was the time to paint your living room. The sun was slowly setting down, so you lit up every light you could find and blasted some playlists on your laptop, making the man dance at once song. Which made you laugh from the bottom of your heart.
“What?” - Nate turned to you with the roll in his hand, already having paint on his face.
“This was… So… Terrible. I suppose you hadn’t picked Elena on your dancing skills, huh?” - You mumbled, drying the tears off. Then, you stepped forward to take the paint from his face, still chuckling at the memory of him dancing. But Nathan’s world just stopped for a moment when he felt your hands running on his face, your fingertips touching him gently. It made his heart jump a bit higher with joy, even if he had to fought the urge to lean into the warm touch.
“Unfortunately not, but, I am just a good dancer and you’re jealous.” - Nate teased you when he gained his consciousness back, making you stop as you watched his face unbelievably. With a burst of laughter, you smacked his shoulder playfully, leaning away.
“That’s how it is?” - You asked, finding a different song in the playlist to show Mr. Drake how real dancers dance-like. - “Yeah, that’s how it is.” - Nate answered light-heartedly, looking at you already vibing to another song. With one daring look, you turned at him, making the craziest dance creations Nathan had ever seen. After a while of your theatrics, the man finally chuckled, continuing with painting the wall. He was leaving around eight in the evening, just a while before Mike came home from work and listened about your adventurous day.
On his way home, Nathan stopped at one of the artists, listening to the girl playing guitar and singing for someone she was deeply in love with. And instead of Elena, he was thinking about you when he was putting a few dollars to the guitar case. He couldn’t wait to see you again.
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
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.
Part Summary: One text has the power to change everything - from making you the happiest in the whole world to crying on your couch in the morning. And the worst part probably was that the situation was only starting to get complicated.
When do you both have time? The text started quite simply, luring you into a false sense of safety before blowing everything into bits. Elena is back in town and she’d like to meet you both. Dinner is on us, just like we talked about it. Feeling your heart sinking into your stomach, you caught your phone in your palms, leaning your elbows into your knees as you fought the urge to scream out loud. Mike was still sleeping, it was his day off, and even though everything that he has done to you, you didn’t plan on waking him up like that. What you couldn’t stop was the tears rolling on your cheeks as you felt your heart being crushed to absolute pieces.
Nathan wasn’t doing any better than you. The days were slowly dragging by as he tried to continue with his daily schedule - yet since you asked him for privacy, which he was to respect, you were no longer there to fill each second with happiness and laughter. You two weren’t even texting at that time, which made everything even worse. The man’s food was barely edible (at least in his eyes) since there was no love nor happiness that he’d be pouring into it, he was laughing way less and he was reading through your text chain longingly, hoping a new text would pop out any second. Yet you remained silent, pulled away, in the shadows.
After a week of silence, Nathan was walking down the street with vegetables in his hand, looking around - almost bumping his shoulder into a woman he hadn’t noticed. It was almost late when she put her small palm on his forearm, dodging out of the way. At first, the woman with fiery hair wanted to pull out her best Irish insults to scold Nathan, yet as soon as she noticed who was standing in front of her, she calmed down and observed him a bit closer. To Florence, he was looking like a fossil; lifeless, pale, and petrified a bit. The man didn’t even register who she was as he started to mumble apologies, looking away from her. - “My oh my, aren’t you looking horrible, love?” - The woman whispered, smoothing his cheek, making Nathan look at her and finally realize who he bumped into. - “Oh crap, I haven’t even noticed you, Flo, I was lost in my thoughts. I’m so sorry. Are you okay?” “Other than you almost making me end up on the ground?” - The woman asked with a grin, taking it back as soon as she saw the shy look Nathan’s blue eyes gave her. This man was not in the mood for jokes. - “I’m alright Nate, don’t worry about me. You don’t look too fine tho. Is everything alright?”
For quite some time, Nathan was standing there, thinking about what should he say. First off, was Florence even the right person to discuss this stuff with? Wouldn’t someone else be better in that regard? They were good friends, Nathan and Florence, by that point; but that didn’t mean Nathan would entrust her with her deepest, darkest secret right away. To which she’d say is understandable. “Depends. Yes and no.” - Nathan answered evasively, already leaning away from Florence. How long was he like this for? True, she nor Victor had talked to Nathan in almost two weeks, but what monstrosity had to happen for Nathan to suddenly look like that? The sight of him was making her worried. So much so that she pulled a small diary out of her bag, writing down an address of sorts for Nate. - “You need to go there right now.” - Florence smiled and pointed the tip of her finger to the name of the establishment. - “I’m on my lunch break and I was supposed to meet Victor there, to talk about businesses and stuff, but you need it much more than I do. He’ll be happy to see you, kiddo.” “That’s nice of you, but I don’t wanna exactly talk to him at the moment.” - Nathan shook his head, giving the paper back to Florence. But the woman wasn’t the one to give up easily. Instead of that, she caught Nathan’s palm in both of hers, looking him in the eyes. “You don’t want to, but you need to. He’ll be glad to see you, he always talks about you and wonders about how you are, he worried about you cause you’re his family. You don’t necessarily need to talk about what’s on your mind, but you can just hang out, huh? I need to take a break as well… This won’t be the first nor the last time I didn’t come to a date with Vic. Do it, for me.” - The woman said, smiling at Nathan.
Victor was right about her the first time - she was acting like his mother despite being younger than Nathan himself. But it was something she couldn’t exactly help herself with. It was undeniable that Nathan and Victor were most likely the closest members of a family to each other - Nathan had an older brother Samuel (according to what Sullivan told Florence), yet due to Sam’s long absence, Sully replaced that figure in Nate’s life for quite some time. He was not a brother to Nathan; Sullivan was the father figure Nathan needed and deserved. And Nathan, despite Victor’s best efforts, became his son as time went by. Which, funnily enough, put Florence in a motherly position (according to herself and herself only). The woman never dreamt of being a mother, she was never exactly inclined towards motherhood and all the stuff that went with it, but this was as natural as breathing. She could be Nathan’s great friend, offering him care and patience. And Florence was all in with it. Sure, this was one hell of a weird dynamic this untypical family had, yet it was the one they all chose willingly and which suited them well.
“Fine. But next time he’ll ask me to go out drinking with him, you’re the one taking my place.” - Drake mumbled, making Florence grin. “I outdrink him any time of any day, so, sure - why not? Tell him I’m saying hi, yeah? Bye!” - The woman cried out, running to the other side of the street. Before Nathan had any chance to answer, Florence was already long gone, rushing off; which was impressive in itself since she had high heels on.
With an unhappy sigh, Nate put the address into his phone, realizing it’s one of the expensive steak spots - that made him scoff, seeing Victor is one hell of an expansive fancy dates guy. Looking at the time, he hoped he’d at least put the food away at his place before meeting up with Sully - yet then he realized, Florence said she only had her lunch break to meet up with her old guy; meaning Nathan was to go now since Sully was surely already waiting for you.
It felt kind of funny - Nathan walked into the door of that fancy restaurant dressed up in one of his old, comfortable denim jackets and khaki linen pants, holding a paper bag filled with veggies close to his chest. The hostess, dressed up in her uniform consisting of a white shirt, black vest, and formal black pants widened her eyes at Nathan; yet he didn’t catch the part where she looked him in the eyes and smiled upon seeing how handsome the man was. Goofily, Nathan took a deep breath in and walked right in front of the lady, giving her one of his clumsy smiles. Nathan Drake was a lot of things, but when it came to women, he was never an idiot. He was an absolute fool and clown when it came to you, true, but you didn’t have the chance to see the ladies man Nathan could be when he tried to. He especially used it on his working trip, when he knew he’ll get out of the situation without any consequences. This man wasn’t exactly the guy who’d pick up a chick just to have a one-night stand with her; Nate enjoyed flirting, but if someone had to be called the ladies’ man, it was definitely Sullivan… At least before he met Florence.
That made Nathan well aware of his charm, of his knowledge with the right usage of his voice and body, yet it made him able to stick to his internal moral compass. He’d never cheat on the woman that he loved… Until he got to this pickle that was making him unable to sleep. “Hi.” - The man said quietly, making the hostess smile as she put a strand of her hair behind her ear. “Good afternoon sir, how may I help you?” - The woman asked sweetly, playing with one of the guestbook’s pages in front of her. “I am supposed to meet an older man here, in his best years, with neatly cut hair and mustache. It’s also possible that he’s wearing some kind of a disgusting guayabera…” - Nate described, but then he giggled. - “Victor Sullivan.” - He disclosed, making the girl giggle too. To repay the joke, the woman smiled at him, leaning her head towards her shoulder. “I suppose you’re Florence Carter, then?” - She asked, making Nathan chuckle as well. Looking through the guestbook swiftly, she found the table. - “The reservation was made by her yesterday.” - She explained, giving him the table number before she said her goodbye. Banters like that always made Nathan feel a bit better. He also was pretty positive about that young lady being attracted to him, but to be frank, he couldn’t care less; no woman could reach you in his eyes, especially the way you held him, kissed him, moaned for him, and the way you were being a best friend to him… Not even Elena could, he was afraid.
Sully was just as surprised to see Nathan there as the hostess; with his eyebrows risen, Sully put his paperback on the table, watching Nathan marching right to the table with vegetables in his arms. The older man was at least dressed appropriately, and he was looking sharp Nathan had to admit and caught off guard. “Goddamn, kiddo.” - Sully sighed as Nathan set that bag down, sitting down on the other side of the table. - “What the hell are you doin’ here, huh?” “Your gorgeous girlfriend bumped into me twenty minutes ago and stated that I look like trash, so she sent me here to talk to you. You can thank her later.” “Looking at you…” - Sullivan straightened in the chair a bit, massaging his temples. Of course, she’d do that, that sounded exactly like his Flo. A few days ago, while Sully was watching a documentary about submarines, they were both sitting in the living room - he was splayed all over the couch while Florence was sitting at the dinner table with her laptop open in front of her. As she took her glasses off, she turned her head in Victor’s direction, telling him that she was worried about Nathan. He and Y/N used to spend basically every evening there and now, two weeks have passed without them being seen. Sully just hummed at that, not being too alarmed. And now he got exactly what he, at least according to Florence, deserved. - “She wasn’t wrong, yannow? She’s rarely wrong with this stuff. So what is it kiddo?” - The older man asked with concern, putting his palms on the table in front of him.
Nathan sat there, piercing his eyes through the table, trying to figure out what to tell Victor. And what would be the way to express all the fireworks and sudden fall that happened inside of him in the spawn of 12 hours - the evening you made love and the morning you told him you needed to take a breather. His mouth kept on opening and shutting close as he watched the luxurious plates in front of them, he started to furrow and the small wrinkle between his eyebrows came out… And with that, Sullivan knew something serious had happened. Either Nathan found a new gig, or something bad happened to you or to El… Maybe Sam told him some bad news? Maybe Nathan got fired? Sullivan licked his lips and almost spoke out loud until a waiter interrupted this small moment. “What can I get you?” - The young man asked, giving them each a menu. Nathan snapped back to reality, looking right at the waiter. - “Do you have any tequila?” “Well, of course, sir. We have Patron, Sierra, Don Julio…” “Give me five shots of the strongest one, thank you.” - Nathan ordered and gave the waiter back the menu. Victor was watching it all with serious concern; whatever this was supposed to mean, it was not a good sign. - “Oh, and a medium-rare steak with mashed potatoes, thank you very much.” - After Sully gave the man his order too, they both sat there in silence. Nathan needed the alcohol to speak out, so the issue was personal and he was ashamed of talking about it - even to Sullivan. Whatever happened, it shifted something deep inside of Nate, something that probably couldn’t be repaired easily.
Watching Nathan drink the shots one by one, in the spawn of a few minutes, was pretty impressive. Usually, it was Sully who was the drinker and party starter - so it was pretty interesting to see the roles reversed. Both men sat at the table in silence. Sully knew better than to pressure Nathan into telling him what was wrong. He needed his time ever since he was a teenager - he always came to consult Sully with his trouble in the end, no matter how much time he needed to encourage himself. But then, Nathan suddenly blurted it out. “We did it. Me and Y/N.” - He said, exhaling out loud while leaning his back into the chair. His heart was in his throat, his eyes were all over the place and his cheeks started to warm up. To say that Victor was confused was an understatement - the man sat there with his lips opened, trying to figure out what the “it” exactly was. Usually, Victor had impressive intelligence to sense this sort of stuff, yet now, he was just confused. Florence would’ve known immediately, without doubt; but Victor didn’t have a single clue. - “You did… What exactly? Went to see a movie in the cinema, to Seaworld, or to the ZOO?” “We drank and she decided to stay over, during that hurricane. And then we kissed and… I made love to her, Victor, I cheated on Elena with her.” - Nathan blurted out with desperation, not believing that those words left his mouth. After a moment, he continued. - “And I don’t regret a single thing about it, which is the part that terrifies me the most. I haven’t been that happy in such a long time, I haven’t felt this much love in… Years. It was like I wasn’t alone for that one night, she was there with me, kissed me and smiled at me… And I knew she was feeling the same about it. And when the morning came, I kinda told her I love her and she asked me for some space and hasn’t texted me since. I can’t get it out of my head. I guess I wouldn’t mind if she’d ask me to pretend it never happened just to be able to see her and talk to her again. Since Y/N disappeared, it feels like the world stopped. I’m not happy at my work, I feel more alone than ever. And I think nobody can help me now.” “When did this happen, Nathan?” “Two weeks ago.”
So Florence was right; something was off. And to be honest, Victor didn’t expect this at all. He knew Nathan better than anyone on the entire planet - this man was loyal, loving, caring, and gentle. He’d never harm anyone’s feelings intentionally (at least of those whom he loved) since that was the kind of a guy Nathan simply was. Whatever Elena was doing, it deepened the trench between them, burying this marriage for good. Because if Nathan not only was fully in love with Y/N, but he also slept with her, his feeling for Elena had changed fundamentally. “Nate…” - Sully sighed, watching the waiter walking to their table with both their meals ready, smiling at both gentlemen. Because of that, he smiled back and waited until they were alone again. - “Did you tell Elena?” “How in hell am I supposed to tell her?” - Nathan hissed back, laughing unbelievably. - “Oh hey, I fell for this amazing woman and we kinda had sex. I feel like I can’t live without her, so can we, please, divorce?” - The man mocked him. “I understand - this situation is fucked up, but you need to tell her. El is still your wife in the end. And the sooner you’ll tell her, the better. She’d understand, son, she’s smart and she will know somethin’ is wrong as soon as she opens the door to your apartment. If you don’t want to stay in that marriage anymore, you two need to talk.” “I don’t think Elena loves me anymore either.” - Nate sighed, cutting off a piece of meat. Sullivan’s heart sank a bit deeper upon hearing those words. He was at their wedding, watching the two exchanging wows while looking each other deep in the eyes. Sully remembered Nathan asking about marriage advice a few months back, but he seriously didn’t think that the issues could be this intense and this deep. - “Hasn’t called me in a week, doesn’t send me any postcards anymore, no contact, nothing. I simply live in that flat with the ghost of her.”
This made Sullivan lean his back into the chair even harder. This explained a lot - it explained everything, every single smallest detail about Nate, his relationship to you, and how, in the name of God, had Nathan fallen for you as hard and quickly as he did. Sullivan understood. The entire lunch, the two sat at the table while drinking tequila and scotch, trying to figure out at least a single piece of good advice. That day, Victor just sat there and let Nathan get it all out. He was there throughout the entire breakdown, he listened to how their issues started, how Nathan was desperately trying to fix everything for a long time, and just when he hit his low, you had entered his life… And how everything changed. But neither of them figured out the solution.
By 7 pm, Nathan was walking back to the apartment. In front of the door, he started to take his shoes off when he noticed it - the quiet rambling coming from inside, someone humming a song as they did the dishes. This made him physically sick - and as soon as he opened the door and smiled at Elena, his worst worries were confirmed in mere seconds. He felt his heart sinking and panic starting to take over him as all he recalled everything he and Sullivan talked about that evening. He was feeling sick, like he’s about to throw up. Elena, his goddamn wife was back home, telling him all the amazing stories she had. And as soon as he opened the door, she gave him a heartwarming smile back as she was setting the dinner table. The whole evening, she talked about everything that had happened in the past few months, describing Nathan every small detail. But she stopped herself all of a sudden, sipping the red wine out of her glass as she smiled at Nathan. - “I’m sorry, I got carried away - you’d really love Thailand. But tell me everything that happened here. How’s Frazer doing, and what about Cutter? And, of course, that new friend of yours… What is she like? That girl sounds like a really amazing person, you talked so highly about her.” - Elena asked with genuine interest, leaning her elbow into the table while watching the man. She was always like that when she got back home - talking about everything and being all over the place. The man usually loved the enthusiasm, but this time, it was really hard to even look her in the eyes after all that has happened. Nathan did his best to smile back at Elena without choking on his wine as he nodded, trying to figure out what in the fuck is he supposed to tell her. So… He did what he did best - rambled about nonsense.
“Y/N? Oh, you’d love her, without a doubt. You have a very similar sense of humor now that I think about it. She likes to go out and have fun, she’s easy-going and gentle. And smiles rather often, that makes one’s day better…” “Wow.” - Elena sighed, smiling even more. At first, Nathan almost shat himself - he straightened, looking back at Elena nervously. - “I can’t believe I missed that when I was gone. Can we go on that double date you two planned? I’d love to meet her. Y/N sounds really great. Also… Were you joking about Victor and that young chick, or is that for real?”
And so, Nathan sent you the text while feeling his heart still sinking deeper and deeper. And because of that, you sat on your couch with your phone in your palms while crying.
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.
