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sxzntougiyuu · 2 years

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THE UNHONEYMOONERS — SAM DRAKE X FEM! READER

i. CHAPTER ONE: The Calm Before The Storm

• AUTHOR's NOTE — So, this is my first time writing something from Uncharted and my second time posting here. English is not my first language, so there may be some mistakes. This story is an adaptation of the book "The Unhoneymooners" by Christina Lauren, so it has certain inspirations, lines and events from the book. I've done my best to make it fit into the Uncharted universe, so there may be certain changes to better fit the reader. I hope you like it and that you understand that this is just something I'm doing to relax! All rights to the original author of the work.

• SUMMARY — When your best friend Elena and her husband Nathan's vow renewal attempt goes awry, you're forced to go on their free honeymoon. The only downside is: you don't go into these 10 days of bliss alone. Sam Drake, Nathan's brother and the person you hate the most, also goes along. Agreeing to a temporary truce, the two of you assume the roles of newlyweds, convincing yourself that it's all solely for the incredible trip to Maui. But as time goes on, you realize you might be wrong about some things and faking it with Sam Drake might not be all that bad.

• WARNINGS / GENRE — Romance, Slow Burn, Smut. So much cliché and some profanity. Not recommended for minors.

• WORD COUNT — 2,4k

When Elena called you saying she got a wedding for free, you laughed. At first you thought it was a joke, that Elena was just teasing you, but if meeting Elena Fisher for years has had any benefit in your life, it's knowing exactly when she was joking and when she was serious.

And this was one of the moments when she wasn't making a joke.

If there was one thing about El that you knew well too, it was her addiction to pageants, especially during college. Elena managed to win several, she was a very lucky person and that was not a secret. So when she told you that she won a contest that covered an entire wedding, including buffet, decor and wedding dress and even the orchestra you managed to scream what a lucky motherfucker she was.

Elena had been married before, a small ceremony for those closest to her, that included you and her father figure Victor Sullivan. Nothing grand, if you don't count on the incredible view of the island where the wedding took place. Now Elena wanted a bigger wedding, attended by at least 200 guests, something that scared you to death.

You knew Elena well, she wasn't the type of person who did things without a plan or awkwardly. Elena knew what she was doing—unlike her husband, Nathan, who was a magnet for confusion, disorder, and chaos.

In the end you didn't go against her crazy idea of a second marriage and even agreed to be godmother—again. It would be something bigger, more beautiful and planned and would also serve as a great vow renewal. And the very people who organized the contest she entered didn't seem to mind that a wedding had already taken place before.

Lucky motherfucker, you thought again.

However, while in the bride's suite with Chloe Frazer, trying to help Elena get ready. You were rethinking your choice to accept this opportunity to be your best friend's godmother again.

Looking at the olive green dress she had to wear, her face of disgust and amazement was obvious. Everything wrong with the world was right in front of her, right there in that exact bridesmaid dress. You were kicking yourself for not deciding to take a look at the dress sooner.

"Elena". Opening the bathroom door, horrified by what you've just seen in the small bathroom mirror after wearing that thing, you take a few steps into the bride's suite. Maybe it's just the light, you think.

"Y/N," she answers back.

"I look like a giant 7UP can."

"Yes girl!" Chloe sings. "Maybe someone will finally open this thing."

Elena nudges Chloe, scolding her.

"Did you really choose this dress?" you say, pointing to the abundance of cleavage. "Was that intentional?"

"Well, no." She laughs nervously. "I think the seamstress got the measurements wrong. God, I'm sorry, Y/N."

You want to cry, but crying will make Elena cry, and you don't want to ruin her second big day. So you try to pull yourself together and accept that you're going to go to the wedding looking like Kermit the frog.

Honestly, a part of you already expected this.

While Elena was a magnet for good luck, you were a magnet for bad luck. Since before college, you've always been an unlucky person. Even managing to be worse than Nathan. You knew that if you were a treasure hunter like him, you'd end up not only finding no treasure, but getting killed in the process, so unlucky was she.

Elena always told you not to think that way, that you should be more positive, but that almost never happened. Because you were more withdrawn for how much of it, you ended up letting the blonde drag you around and convince you to do things you didn't have the courage to do alone. Elena was his four-leaf clover, to be more blunt.

It was a shame her luck hadn't worked on the dress.

You turn around to see it from another angle and - my God, it looks even worse from behind. It doesn't help that a few weeks of stress have caused, shall we say... a little more bulk in the boobs and hips. Losing your job recently has brought you so much headache. "Put me in the background of every photo and I could be your green screen."

Chloe appears behind you as you're looking at yourself in the mirror, well dressed in your own green dress. The green was over the top, but given the right measures, it would definitely look better, just like it did on Chloe. Maybe it was the contrast with her skin. “You look hot in him. Trust me."

"I'm really sorry, Y/N." Elena continues, you know she's close to falling apart. You didn't want to make her feel bad on her free wedding day.

"It's okay, El." You smile forced. "I'm just not used to so much cleavage and so much green, I'll get used to it."

Elena doesn't buy talk about her, she also knows you well. But before El could say anything else, the door abruptly opens and Elena's mother walks in.

With her hand on her chest, Elena says, "By God, Mom. You scared us."

Mrs Fisher carries a glass of champagne in her hand and looks stunning even in her bathrobe. You'd easily trade the green dress for her robe.

"Sorry, honey." The older woman laughed. "I just came to check on you and see how my little girl will look so pretty in her wedding dress…again."

Elena isn't dressed yet because, thanks to Chloe, she's decided to paint her fingernails and toenails a lighter pink. The dress is hanging in a corner, far away from you and all your bad luck. But Elena is really very beautiful. The bun and the hair ornaments, the well-done makeup, she looks like a princess even without the white dress.

As Mrs Fisher hugged her daughter and they began an emotional conversation, you took the moment to sneak out before Elena remembered the dress argument and it all started again.

You were close to leaving, took advantage and got your to-do list. Oh yeah, Elena made a to-do list for all the bridesmaids. Which consisted of you, Chloe, and Elena's two other cousins. You've accepted more things to do just so you don't overwhelm Elena.

When you open the door, you come face to face with Nadine Ross. She's a little taller and bulkier than you are, which scares you a little. You know she has a past and Elena already told you about the disagreements Nate had with her, but now the two of them seemed to be on calmer waters.

Nadine watched you for a moment, scanning the dress from top to bottom.

"I know," you say, giving up and stepping back a little so she can get inside. "It's a little-"

"Tight?" She guesses.

"No-"

"Brillant?" you look at her. "No."

"Wanton?"

"I was going to say green."

She shrugs. "That works too."

You huff, not interested in keeping the argument going any longer.

"Make yourself comfortable, Nadine." Throwing open the door for her to walk through, you step completely out of the way.

"Don't be in such a bad mood, it could be worse"

"Worse than that?" Pointing at yourself, you proceed. "I find it difficult."

"Look on the bright side, no one will notice your face or your makeup if you end up smudging it." She says. "The dress is attracting all the attention."

"Where's that on the bright side?" You question, but she's already gone, entering the bride's suite and slamming the door in her face.

After rolling your eyes, you hold the skirt of the catastrophic dress in your hands and start walking through the hotel corridors. You already know what the next item on your list is, you need to go check if Nathan ordered the separate chicken buffet for those who don't eat seafood, a short list that consisted of you, an aunt and Elena's cousin who were allergic and her annoying brother-in-law, Samuel Drake.

It was universally known that you and Sam didn't get along very well. Ever since the Fourth of July you spent at the Drakes' house and had the misfortune of meeting him, things between the two of you have been sour to say the least. That's why you did your best to avoid and ignore Sam, his bland jokes and his flirtatious ways. Elena said you just needed to get to know Sam better, that he wasn't that bad, but his mind was already made up from that day. He also didn't make much of an effort to undo the situation, in fact it just intensified the heartbreak you felt.

Sam liked to tease you, make a vein pop out of your forehead, and you just didn't want to give him that pleasure, so you avoided him as much as possible. Obviously you couldn't avoid him forever, much less your best friend's vow renewal. Unfortunately you would have to walk him into the church - something you were reluctantly forced to agree to.

He only accepted because he was under no obligation to speak to him. The two of you would just walk in together, listen to the ceremony and then leave, each heading to your own corners and just getting together again for some photos. You convinced yourself it would be quick, easy, and painless, so it got better to accept over time. And, again, you always went out of your way to please Elena. I just couldn't let her go.

Upon arriving at the door of the groom's suite, you prayed to heaven that Nate or Victor or Charlie would answer the door. Any of the three except Sam. Taking ten deep breaths to delay the inevitable, you finally knock on the wood and then back up a few steps, waiting for someone to open the door.

It takes about 2 minutes for someone to finally show up to open the door, you're close to knocking again when that happens.

Luckily for you, Victor is the person you face.

"Hey Sully" You say, with more relief in your voice than you'd like to admit.

"Hey honey" He says, cracking a smile. It doesn't look you up and down like you'd expect, which also brings more relief to your form. "What brings you here?"

"I need to talk to Nathan about the buffet."

"Oh, right. I'll call the boy." Sullivan answers. "By the way, honey. You look beautiful"

Sully is always nice to you, unlike your business partner. You like how he acts, how respectful he is, even though he's also an old flirt when he wants to. Words make you smile, but they don't convince you much. They are not meant to make you satisfied with your current appearance.

"Thanks, Sully." You say, smiling. "You also look very elegant, that suit made you about 10 years younger."

he laughs.

"It's really good to hear that." He says. "I'll call Nate."

You nod your head as Sully disappears behind the suite's door. He leaves it ajar just out of politeness, you think.

Seconds later, Nate appears. He's already in a suit, but his tie is still undone around his collar. He also looks a little agitated, nervous. You imagine that marriage is turning you upside down too. Nate doesn't want to screw it up.

“Hi, Y/N. Need anything?” Nate asks, opening the door wider. You can see Charlie inside the room, Sully helps him put on his tie. Sam isn't around.

"Hi Nate. Yes, I do." You answer it. "I need to know if you've checked that everything is all right with the buffet set aside for me, your brother and Elena's relatives."

"I think so"

"What do you mean by that?"

"I don't remember if I spoke to them." He confesses, a little uncertain. "But it must be all right"

"Really, Nathan?" you ask, frustrated. "You know how methodical Elena is with these things. You needed to make sure everything was right. "

"Look, I had a lot of things to do. I think I did, but I don't remember." He tries to explain himself. "You can take the opportunity and go to the kitchen to check for me. Sam is there too. You'll have to talk to him anyway."

You blink a few times, pondering what he said.

"Wait, what do you mean?"

"Well, you have to talk to him, don't you?" The neutrality in his tone of voice scares you a little.

"...Only at the time of the ceremony, right?"

Nate smirks and scratches the back of his head. He seems to know something you don't already.

"Right?"

"Eh, no. You also have to talk to him about the discourse." Nate explained, a little awkwardly. "Elena said she'd talk to you and put it on your list. Didn't she do it?"

Panic seizes your senses.

You take the list you have at hand and unfold it. You read it from beginning to end, stopping at the last item that is written in red pen. He's new, he wasn't there before. Elena must have written it while you were putting on the dress, and since you have a habit of recording things in your head, she didn't even bother to read it again.

That is for sure the worst task of all and you end up forcing yourself to read it aloud. "Ask Sam to show you his best man speech. Don't let him say something terrible. :) "

The smiley face at the end just makes you more hateful and you refrain from screaming, you are content to curse her and curse her entire generation mentally.

What the hell, Elena. You pay me! You think, before you crumple the paper in anger.

Final Notes: so the first chapter is here!... and I don't much to talk about it. I just hope you guys enjoyed it and that you contact me if you wish to be tagged!

#sam drake x reader #nathan drake #elena fisher #samuel drake x reader #uncharted #sam Drake #victor sullivan #chloe frazer #nadine ross

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erismerald · 7 months

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𝐓𝐡𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐍𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 (Samuel Drake x Insecure Fem! Reader) 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐈

𝐀/𝐍: Hello my loves! I know I have been some time away and without any kind of inspiration, however this has been a very complicated year for me and I have not been well enough mentally to even be able to read or post anything!!! But luckily I am slowly getting better (because i´ve meet someone who´s inspire me, and tbh he is a lot like Sam) and now I feel a little more inspired and motivated to write!!! I wish you a good read and I would like to remind you that my orders will open in a few days or so feel free to send me something!!!

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: It's amazing how exciting and terrifying living alone can be, during a sleepless night as you think back and rethink the nights others warmed the bed of the person you loved the most, a storm of pleasure hit your door.

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Insecure reader, Age gap, Semi-Nsfw (sexual tension is in the air for now eheheh) a huge load of fluff, Drunk Sam

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 2,517

Lust is a pleasure bought with pains, a delight hatched with disquiet, a content passed with fear, and a sin finished with sorrow. It's not reprehensible to want something that isn't ours, to desire in the depths of our thoughts something that our heart yearns for, that our body malevolently covets, to be enveloped by the sin that torments our thoughts… during the day it's as if it's just a specter that struts around your heart, but when dusk sets in, this carnal sin dominates every sensation in your body, until the revelry of your hands sliding across your soft skin begins, caressing every centimetre of the core of your body, allowing your thoughts to imagine him in your place… in his most libinous state, such a pure sensation, you begin to imagine his body attached to yours, both in a voluptuous battle to feel more of each other, his lips brushing against your neck and his husky voice a melody to your ears, you imagine his hands pressing you against the mattress, his tongue obscenely tracing its way down between your legs… in the pitch black, you utter his name lovingly like a lover whispering the most lascivious promises, you purr his name, yet your hands caress your core, feeling the wave of pleasure run through every cell of your body… when that pleasure finally sinks in, you open your eyes and feel yourself gasping for breath, and you realise that it was nothing more than your imagination.

You get up calmly from your bed, your body still recovering from the forbidden sensation of pleasure, you see your naked figure in a small worn mirror given to you by the person who kept your mind occupied day and night, quite possibly looted during one of his countless adventures with his companion Sully, and you realise that your face is flushed, ashamed as you remember the previous events, you look away in a struggle to maintain focus, redirect your gaze back to the object and in its reflection observe your nude physique, from your perspective it was no big deal, for many years you hid yourself because you were ashamed of certain features, until you met Samuel Drake, a charming man you were fortunate enough to meet at a conference given by one of your favourite journalists, Elena Fisher. Since then, your friendship and your love for him have intensified, even though you knew that your feelings for him were completely doomed and incorrect… for various reasons: your age difference, your lack of experience in relationships, his lack of interest in you… Sometimes you let your mind wander to the immensity of the women he'd already had and that brought you a feeling of craving… jealousy, but deep down you knew that it was completely impossible for anything to happen between the two of you, he saw you as a godchild, a kid in his eyes… You shook your head in an endeavour to dispel these negative thoughts and focus on what was important at that moment: finishing your college paper, you still had a few days to hand it in but you'd rather get it done before you suffocate yourself with work.

The temperature had dropped over the last few days, you could feel it as you walked barefoot across the cold living room floor of your small flat, your gaze carefully examining the clutter, the abandoned sheets and books in battle, on the living room coffee table, on the desk, even on the kitchen table, you could tell that these last few days had been extremely busy, and a large part of you wanted to finish this work as soon as possible so that you could rest and take a few days for yourself. Contemplating the huge window in front of you, it was raining heavily and the only lights were those of the huge city on the horizon, this kind of weather had been your favourite since you were a child, you slowly made your way through the small room towards the kitchen, a coffee would be your salvation for the night, or so you thought.

The sound of lightning echoed through the sky, hours had passed since you started working, you quickly glanced at the window and the rain had become heavier and steadier, completely distracted by the storm brewing on the horizon, you were surprised by the ringing of the doorbell… you weren't expecting anyone that night… or any other night, but for a moment you felt a wave of anxiety run through your body, who could it be? You walked cautiously to the door and peered through the peephole, holding your breath as you saw who was on the other side… Sam… his wet clothes clinging to his muscular body, his hair in disarray and on closer inspection you noticed that he had a wound on one of his arms and his nose was once again broken… You quickly opened the door, his expression changing from serious to relieved within seconds of seeing you.

"S-Sam? what happened-" your question was interrupted when your bodies came together in an embrace, you could feel his breathing quicken, his body relax as it came into contact with yours, his perfume was intoxicating mixed with the blood that dripped down his arm, his face was hidden in the hollow of your neck and that activated something in your body, a strange warmth travelled through your whole being "S-Sam…?" you asked once more.

"I'm sorry for turning up unannounced, darling, but I didn't have anywhere else to go so I thought I'd pay my dear Y/N a visit." For a few seconds his raspy voice against your neck provoked another feeling, a river of pleasure emerged from between your legs, but you put that thought aside when you smelled the alcohol, he was drunk… and had most likely got into some kind of bar fight. As much as it pained you, you pulled your bodies apart and looked straight into his eyes, you had to take care of him, he needed you right now.

"Come on… Let's take care of you, big guy" he chuckled softly, and with a little effort you managed to get him to the sofa, but when you got there you unbalanced yourself on one of your books and almost fell on top of him "S-sorry, the mess is huge, I've been busy-" your eyes met and you could see amusement in the depths of his eyes, his gaze analysed you calmly from top to bottom, your heart started racing, you could feel his breath close to your lips. … but you quickly pulled away, you knew that look wasn't really directed at you, you knew that because he was drunk he could do and say things that he didn't really feel. "Whilst I get the first aid box, please Sam stay still" you stood up from your position, you heard a snort of laughter coming from him, you could feel that cunning old man smirk

"Your house… your orders love, I promise I'll be quiet" he said as you walked away towards the bathroom, picking up the small white box, you stopped in front of the mirror, you were flushed red, your breathing fast, you couldn't get out of your head the image of him lying on your sofa, his sweatshirt clinging to his body… for a man in his 40s, he's too well preserved… you got lost in your thoughts and only came back when you heard his voice pulling you back to reality "What's up Y/N?" his voice was mesmerising, once again you tried to push those thoughts out of your head, you had to focus on the task at hand.

You quickly return to the living room, Sam was sitting on the sofa going through some of your papers when you arrived. "You've been really busy, huh? Have you had any time to yourself? with so many books around I don't think so" he said as you made room to sit next to him, every touch of your skin, even covered by clothes, made your blood rush through your veins "please can you pull up your sleeve? It's funny that every time we meet I have to look after you and yes I've been busy unfortunately" you sighed opening the box and taking out some of the materials you'll need, he smiled as he took off his shirt, as you turned to him you saw his naked torso in front of you, you automatically got embarrassed and looked away, he saw you blush and smirk, he knew the effect he had on you, the air around you was hot. … you wanted to focus on the task at hand but you couldn't, the sensation of his body close to yours, the heat he emanated… it was like a drug was affecting you, but with a lot of effort you managed to finish bandaging his arm. You felt his gaze intensify on you, those earth-coloured eyes analysing every bit of your skin exposed by the pyjamas you were wearing. Sam had looked at you like that before, but on all those occasions he had been drunk, and in an attempt to divert the subject you asked him how he had got himself into that state.

"Well, I'm in town for a few days, Victor and I think this might be our next clue to an artefact we're looking for, and since I had nothing to do I went for a drink, but I think I pissed someone off by trying to flirt with the barmaid…" he said, leaning back on the sofa. Jealousy… That feeling from earlier again… Anger and insecurity ran through your head, and you weren't even listening to what he was saying anymore, it was as if your mind had focussed on that one detail, it was obtuse to think of him as a lover, let alone be jealous of something that wasn't even yours, but that feeling was consuming you and you only managed to return to reality when you felt his touch on your arm "Hey? are you listening darling?" You immediately looked at him, you could feel tears forming in your eyes and so as to avoid having to deal with questions or the feeling of pity, you got up and walked to the kitchen "I'm going to make some coffee", was the last thing you had said before leaving the room.

You shouldn't feel angry, you shouldn't even desire what isn't yours, but somehow that feeling consumed your whole being, just imagining the women who warmed his bed, the cries of pleasure that came out of their mouths, the touches, the words spoken… everything you couldn't have but wanted, everything you longed to have but once again didn't have… you let your mind wander, until you felt a gentle touch on your shoulder, you looked back and Sam's face seemed somewhat saddened to see you like that, neither of you uttered a single word, but the silence was quite comfortable, but unfortunately you couldn't hold back the tears that you had fought so hard to keep in your eyes, and finally they dripped down from your eyes, wetting your face. Sam stroked your arm first, pulling you closer to him, cutting the space between the two of you, and gently lifted your chin so that your eyes meet, wiping away the tears that were still running down your cheeks with his thumb, without cutting your gaze… inside you were nervous, sad, but the feeling of his caress made you feel at peace with yourself.

"Tell me, dear, what's wrong? You know you can trust me with everything" he whispered in your ear as he pulled you into his arms, the only thing you knew how to do was hide your face in his chest, hugging him tightly… asking the gods that this moment would last forever.

"Sam… I… I know I shouldn't, I know it's not the right thing to do, but I've had feelings for you since the day we met… every time you call me, every time we meet, I wonder when I'll be able to see you next… you've stolen my heart in a way that I can't even express myself…" You said softly, still hiding your face in his body, "I long for something that isn't mine, and I get jealous every time I know that someone else is taking the place that could be mine in your bed… next to you." Saying this out loud was a really difficult task, you didn't want to give in to temptation, but you couldn't bear to let yourself feel this anguish any longer, no matter how much you'd be rejected, you'd rather tell him than hide it. Sam once again grabbed your chin and forced you to look up. The light around you was tenuous, and you could hardly see what was around you, but for mere moments it was just the two of you in that kind of darkness. You felt Sam slowly approaching you, his lips brushed your neck "Do you want me?" he said as he gently kissed your exposed neck "Sam…" you felt his tongue drawing little 's' on your skin "Answer me darling, do you want me?" his lips moved up to your lobe, nibbling, letting out a slight moan, "Y-Yes… " you answered breathlessly, he pulled away, leaving you in the interlude of a forbidden pleasure, your eyes locked once more, one of his hands rested on the side of your face, forcing your lips to be mere millimetres apart, the other slid down your body until it reached your waist, pulling you towards him, claiming you as his.

"My dear Y/N, ever since I laid eyes on you I knew I wanted you… no other woman can fulfil the desire I feel for you… i thought you'd reject me so i didn't go through with it, but god damned, each night i wished it was you whispering my name, that it was you moaning with each thrust, that it was your heart that beat close to mine after we fell on the mattress tired and sweaty from the carnal battle that neither of us had won" and with that he sealed your lips, you felt his tongue asking permission to enter and you gave in, you were both gasping, but the fight didn't stop there. With a simple gesture, the hand that was holding your waist lifted you up onto the stall, forcing both your legs open, where he positioned himself in the middle, his kisses went down to your neck once more and all you could do was moan his name.

"Tell me you want me, darling, beg for me, let me be a priest who worships you, let me make you mine, and only mine…" he said between kisses and caresses, your head was light, the only thing you could hear was the sound of your heart and the pounding rain, but with effort you answered

"Yes… please."

𝐓𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐞𝐝…

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wedontdeservethestars · 3 months

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WEDONTDESERVETHEFICS MASTERLIST

UNCHARTED

Rafe Adler x Reader

A Dream's End

To Sleep, Perchance to Dream

Trouble in Paradise

Nathan Drake x Reader

Bad Timing

It Can't Be Love if You Throw It About

Charlie Cutter x Reader

Dating Charlie Headcanons

Elena Fisher x Chloe Frazer

Lovesick...Literally

ChloElena Headcanons

Nathan Drake x Harry Flynn

Elevator to Heaven

Rafe Adler x Harry Flynn

Time to Kill

Rafe Adler x Sam Drake

Cigarette Smoke

Misc. Fics

Stardew Valley x Uncharted Pairings

Headcanons about Nate's Dad (& Sully)

RESIDENT EVIL

Karl Heisenberg x Reader

Dischordant

Redamancy

Jill Valentine x Reader

Amity

Ethan Winters x Reader

Cingulomania

CRIMINAL MINDS

Spencer Reid x Reader

The Suadade Gambit: Chapter 1

The Suadade Gambit: Chapter 2

The Suadade Gambit: Chapter 3

Spencer Reid x Penelope Garcia x Derek Morgan

Enough

PORTAL

Wheatley x Reader

A Synthetic Shoulder to Cry On

MORTAL KOMBAT

Johnny Cage x Reader

Even the Stars Need Sleep

Obsessed

Family

Ninja Mime 5: Fool Fighters

Push & Pull

#wedontdeservethefics #masterlist #my fics

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wooahaes · 2 years

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If you were to ever write a Nathan Drake!Vernon or Nathan Drake!Mingyu x Elena Fisher!Reader, I would scream and read the shit out of that. No pressure, of course. The idea itself is just as good. I read your post and had to send something in. Uncharted is my favourite game series of all time. The AUs you come up with are so good.

im holding ur hand rn anon

the uncharted games are sooo good and i love them so much! the first ones kinda hit or miss (as much as i like horror, the part where it feels like it straight up becomes a horror freaked me out the first time i played and i had to put it back down lmao) but the rest are all great!! i have such a soft spot for the ending of 3 and getting to see them married in 4 :(

i literally think like. my dad either bought 3 or he got it as a gift from a coworker (some of them know that he games) and he probably never played it lol so i picked it up and gave it a try and honestly got hooked.

i'd def be down to do like. video game pairings au (w a different game for each) for the hhu (or honestly it might turn into a "whoever i feel like writing for" even tho i prefer having some sort of like. cohesion ig? if that makes sense) as a result. just a short fic for each <3

#wooahaes.ask #asks.anon #it's literally just a matter of picking viddy game pairings #i thought of something vaguely dra//gon a//ge-esque?#tht + maybe a fe game. my heart says chr/om vernon but do i listen to it.

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gaming-writer-gal · 2 years

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~~Uncharted (& Lost Legacy)~~

Characters

Nathan Drake

Elena Fisher

Samuel (Sam) Drake

Chloe Frazer

Victor Sullivan

Ships

Nathan x Elena

X Reader

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carissimipaixao · 1 year

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Nathan Drake is searching for a treasure — that much is obvious, no matter how hard he tries to fake his innocence. Elena knows him well enough, too, and she’s angry. Perhaps, one might believe her anger is towards the man’s obsessive chase over a mythological treasure, but you believe otherwise. A part of you firmly believes that she’s angry and afraid of how willing he is to put himself at risk, against a ruthless warlord of all people. The realization aches more than you’d admit. Of course she wouldn’t have forgotten him that easily.

— flowers (out in february)

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plastikun · 2 years

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— “crimson & clover”

[ how they kiss, uncharted 4 ]

includes: chloe frazer, sam drake, elena fisher, rafe adler, nathan drake, nadine ross

Chloe Frazer is a tease. She’ll take all the time in the world to admire every inch of you before she gets to the point. She enjoys grazing your neck with a flourish of butterfly-light pecks, slowly working her way up to your mouth. And then, she goes all in.

Elena Fisher is gentle, she’s the type of girl to give you a peck on the cheek whenever she walks by. She’ll pepper your lips in a plethora of sweet kisses, or hold your face with tender hands and ghost your lips. She can be an awkward kisser at times, but it’s still nice.

The way Rafe Adler kisses is a reflection of his personality: mean. He devours you as a whole, not wanting to share the rest of you with anyone, or anything else. He’ll grip your waist roughly, leaving bruises for the morning, and holds the back of your head so it pushes into his own.

Nathan Drake can be sloppy about it. He doesn’t care to hide how eager he is to taste your lips. He’ll hold you gently, as careful with your precious body as he would be with something delicate he would find during his travels.

Nadine Ross dives right into it, and she bites. Your kisses are a whirlwind of teeth and tongue, they’re heated and angry, but not without the undertone of a burning passion.

It depends on the person for Sam Drake, if it’s one of his flings, he’s rough and unforgiving, but if it’s someone he genuinely connects with, he’ll put his entire heart into it. He kisses you like it’s going to be the last time he’ll ever do it. He has a thought in the back of his mind at all times that he’ll die, or be taken away on one of his little expeditions, and he wants to adore you while it lasts.

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randomfandomimagine · 2 years

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Being Their Sibling With Depression (Uncharted Preference)

Characters: Nate, Chloe, Elena, Sam, Sully

Requested by anon Warnings: Mentions depression

A/N: This is my first Uncharted preference! I also added Sam and Sully :)

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Nathan

Nathan manages to find a great balance between comfort and playfulness. He will always listen to you, letting you vent and helping you get those horrible thoughts out of your head, comforting you about them and reminding you about the good things. Once you feel a little lighter, relieved to have spoken your feelings, Nate will start joking around a bit in the hopes that it can cheer you up and make you smile. “It’s okay to feel like that, Y/N. But you know you’re great, just like your brother”

Chloe

Chloe can be a bit harsh and stubborn at times, but it all comes from a place of love. She wants to drag you out of that place, of that darkness that you sometimes get so sunk into. When she realizes it doesn’t always help and even makes things worse, she will soften a lot. She still tries to encourage you and give you strength, but does it in a more gentle way to inspire you rather than overwhelm you. “Okay, Y/N, up you go. We’re going outside to get some air”

Elena

Elena is always very calm and patient when she speaks to you, and she has helped you a lot just by being there because she often checks on you. She intently listens when you need to speak, she softly hugs you when you need affection and is always ready to lighten up the situation or just get you to move a little bit so you’re not stuck in that apathy. Her gentle but determined approach to help you makes you appreciate your sister very much. “It’s okay, sweetie, do you feel better now? Come on, let’s get you something to eat”

Sam

At first, Sam can seem dismissive of your feelings, but in a way it’s because he’s scared of facing you because of how much he relates. Sam is no stranger to apathy, to loneliness and sadness, and when you tell him how you feel it kind of overwhelms in. In the end, though, he found that being there for you not only makes him feel better because he helps you, but because he also gets to face his own apathy that way. “That sucks, doesn’t it, Y/N? Well, at least we’ll always have each other”

Sully

Sully’s strategy is to keep you moving, to make sure you stay distracted and active. That doesn’t mean he won’t be there for you to listen to you, be a shoulder to cry on or give you a hug when you need it. But he thinks the best medicine is just to live, to remember the good things in life, and maybe to cause a little mischief and chaos while you’re at it. “Lighten up, Y/N, it’s a beautiful day. Whaddya say we really ruin some jerk’s day?”

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