Victor “Sully” Sullivan x gender neutral reader

I rewatched Uncharted recently and I LOVE the chemistry between Mark and Tom. I’ve got a few fics cookin in the back of my mind but this little blurb was just to cute not to post 💙 (also I originally wrote this as a female reader insert, but there were so few gender identifying pronouns so I made it gender neutral. But ladies, I originally had him call us babygirl 🥵)

“Ok so a few things you gotta know about Sully.” Nate begins, making sure that you’re paying attention.

“Well, go on.” You gesture for him to continue.

“He can be an ass. Thinks he knows how to play you to get what he wants. He loves gold and his cat above all else…”

You shake your head as Nate continues his rant. What he doesn’t know is that you and Sully have met, and a handful of times at that. Sam had dragged you into a few adventures but when it got hairy (which was often) he’d drop you with Sully.

“And for the love of everything that is holy, please do not tell him he’s funny.” Nate strictly points at you. You give him a mock salute and he knocks on the door.

“Welcome kid…s!” Sully laughs.

“That gets funnier every time.” Nate sarcastically grumbles, patting his friend on the shoulder and slipping inside.

“Nice to see you.” Sully whispers to you, throwing in a wink.

“Always is, isn’t it?” You wink back. Sully gives a smile as you take a seat at his bar.

“So what do we have this time?” Nate asks, rubbing his hands together as he peruses everything Sully has gathered on the giant cork board.

“Why don’t you tell me what the other kid is doing here first?” Sully asks as he makes his way around the bar.

“They’re a friend.” Nate shrugs, not moving from his spot. Sully looks up at you, giving you a questioning look. He then glances at Nate, deciding he won’t turn around, and makes a rude gesture with his hands.

Not like that. You mouth, shooting him a glare.

“Ok… well we’re not doing a three way split, don’t think they’ll pull their own weight.” Sully winks at you.

“Trust me, we need them.” Nate mumbles as his tunnel vision for a good treasure hunt takes over.

“Drinks for the kids.” Sully announces, handing both you and Nate a red drink.

“Shirley Temple, classic.” Nate rolls his eyes, setting his down on the closest table and turning back to the research.

“Hey, be grateful I made you a drink and let them in on this hunt.” Sully looks over at you and you’ve got the most pathetically sad look on your face.

When Sully sighs Nate turns to look where he’s looking.

“What’s that face for?” Nate frowns.

“I was expecting vodka in this…” you pout. Sully can make any kind of drink but you love how he can spike anything perfectly, especially Shirley Temples.

“Don’t worry, I got you baby.” Sully smiles, quickly grabbing a bottle from the top shelf of his bar and pouring a dash of vodka in your drink.

“Yea!” You clap, taking a huge gulp. “You always know the perfect alcohol to soda ratio.” You sigh, blowing him a kiss.

“Wait, you two know each other?” Nate questions.

Beloved Raiders cover art by me

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Series Warnings: swearing, fluff, angst, kissing, cuteness, injuries

Y/N’s Backstory

Books

Book 1: Rebel Companies

Book II: Pending Repercussions

Book III: Blooming Affinity

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WARNINGS: use of substance, alcohol, difference in ages, cursing

INTRO

“Florida fucking sucks….” Marcel stated plainly, taking a long drag of his joint, holding out for me to take. He rubbed his calloused fingers over his close cut hair before gently gliding them over the strings of the bass in his lap. I could hear the static in the speaker and a singular fat bass note. I ash my cigarette in the dirty crystal ashtray before picking up the joint for a small hit, immediately passing it to the piano player, Jules. She played a few random chords and took a sip from her wine glass.

“I think you just miss your boyfriend.” She chuckled taking a long drag from the shared joint.

“T.B.H so do I….” Our drummer Louie whined, letting a stick hit the snare with no particular rhythm whatsoever. I was confused...as hell.

“I’m sorry- boyfriend?” I said in a shocked tone.

“Shut up guys- Talia. I am NOT- capital N. O. T- gay. He’s like my best friend and he’s away on a job.” Marcel retorted, defensively.

“Aye, I don’t judge.” I smirked.

“It’s nice that he left you the keys to the house so we could keep practicing in his absence though.” Louie said, standing up to add to the rotation of the smoke sesh. He took several puffs and held it in before passing it back to Marcel.

“THIS ISNT EVEN- this isn’t even your house??” I noticed how loudly I was speaking suddenly and hushed my voice trying my best to not annoy the neighbors anymore than we already had.

“Our guitarist we told you about. Sam Drake? He plays with us on his downtime when he’s not being Dora.” Jules said, filling me in as the men in our group chose not to elaborate. I pursed my lips to suppress what I thought was about to be the ugliest giggle and took a drag from my cigarette, looking out at the moonlit sky reflecting off the ocean behind the gating. Our neighbors boats rocking gently on the waves. “When do you think he’ll be back?” She asked.

“Honestly I don’t know. Anytime he leaves out for a job he’s gone for like a month or two.” Marcel replied, staring at the ceiling, performing his scales.

“Yo one time he was gone longer than that- like four months- and I thought something shitty happened to him.” Louie said, taking a sip of his beer.

“I remember that. I got a bad feeling and actually went to church for once to pray about it.” Jules sighed, taking a big gulp of her wine. I could tell it really worried the group when he left.

“How long has he been gone?” I asked, being new to the band and the neighborhood.

“Close to a month I think. I heard him mention something about this job not being as big as usual. Simple run.” Louie answered.

“What the hell does this guy do anyways?” I asked. I was genuinely curious.

“He says he’s a travelling historian and treasurer.” Marcel huffed.

“See… Dora the Explorer.” Jules nudged me in the ribs and I snorted lightly.

“I can’t wait till he hears you sing when he gets back though. He’s gonna lose shit. Black Velvet is gonna make him weak.” Marcel cheesed ridiculously as I blushed faintly at his compliment. The bud was definitely hitting him hard. ‘Lightweight.’ I thought with a turn of my lips.

As the blunt came my way once more, I took the final drag of my cigarette and tossed it somewhere random. I accepted the joint and sat on the speaker facing the group, the close quarters of the garage becoming smokey. “Speaking of, when’s the next time we play?”

“We perform every weekend from the garage for the neighborhood actually. All the old leather skinned white men and their wives come out beer and wine drunk and dance terribly.” He replied with a smirk.

“It’s AWESOME!” Louie added with a contagious goofy laugh. I looked at the bottle of whiskey and huffed, holding it up for everyone to see.

“You’re outta booze. Also I gotta pee.” I announced unnecessarily.

“Just grab a bottle outta freezer. And the bathroom is the first door on your right.” Marcel nodded his head in the direction of the keys that sat atop the heavy duty toolbox.

“Are you sure he won’t mind?” I asked. I just wanted to be safe.

“If he does, I’ll buy him a few rounds and a new bottle.” he answered nonchalantly.

“Okaaay….” I mouthed to myself as I maneuvered my way through the crowded garage, reaching for the keys.

  I walked up the wooden steps and opened the door to a dark room. The faint scent of old cigarette smoke and cologne creeping through my nostrils. A wall of books from ceiling to floor appeared in the moonlight. Immediately my curiosity peaked but the slight sting in my bladder told me to go before anything else. I noticed the frames lining the hallway contained what looked like really old maps. ‘Madagascar, huh?’ I thought as I shuffled into the bathroom to quickly relieve myself. Afterwards, I very quickly washed my hands so I could grab the whiskey from the freezer in the kitchen when I tripped over something really hard. I squeaked in pain when I looked down to see a large oxygen tank like the kind they used to do deep sea diving. I shook it off but my toe still felt a bit sore. It could've been worse had I not been wearing boots. So onward to the kitchen I went, looking down now and then to make sure I didn’t trip over anything else. The space was built just like my Godfather’s across the street so it was easy to find. HOWEVER! As hard as I tried to not pay attention to the things in the living room, it was to no avail. I mean he wasn’t home so what harm could I really do? After a few seconds of a mental argument with Me, Myself, and I, I made a decision. “Fuck it. I’m doin’ it.” I muttered to myself as I slammed the freezer door closed. That’s when I noticed the square polaroid on the fridge of two children in a shogun helmet and a safari hat. ‘Maybe they’re his…’ I thought.

  I followed the glass window to the wall of books and in between them what looked to be some strange artifacts. A skull with a corny pirates patch on it was being used as a bookend and I chuckled. “Cute.” I glanced around the living room and noticed the small box tv sitting ridiculously close to the couch and a few old gaming consoles and low and behold.... “Is that a goddamn VCR player???” I whispered to myself with a judgey scoff.  ‘Jesus he needs an update…’ Not that they weren’t great systems but damn… On the coffee table were a few empty cigarette cartons and empty bottles of beer, a bit of ash dragged across it. A tall surfboard was stood in a corner by its lonesome. The walls were adorned with a couple of interesting things: an old liferaft, mounted pirate swords, some pictures of a group of people holding guns and stuff. “Kay...so he’s a tad obsessed with pirates…” On another wall was a mounted blue electric guitar and a beautiful oakwood acoustic. I ran my fingers across the strings as they made an odd sound. “Tune that shit man… well I guess he can't…” ‘He’s not home…’ There was also a massive map of the world posted on a pinboard with hundreds of tiny colorful pins sporadically placed. ‘Did he really go to all these places?’ I stared at it for a moment in sheer wonder before I brought my attention back to the book wall before me, the whiskey bottle in my hand beginning to sweat. My eyes widened at the titles as my fingers brushed the spines of each one, stopping when I reached an old globe. I drug my fingers across it, causing it to spin a little. I stopped on an encyclopedia of pirates and gently pulled it out. Tucking the wet bottle in my arm, I turned its pages. Some names highlighted, cliff notes off to the side of some passages. Some corners of the pages were bent as if to save a place. Honestly, it was amazing. The guy knew so much about-

UNCHARTED : 

Samuel “Sam” Drake : 

“You deserve so much better than...him” 

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RED DEAD REDEMPTION 1 AND 2 : 

Arthur Morgan : 

Request: I kind of lost it actually?? oops.

Requested By: @shay-makes-my-luck | @waterbird-loves-pasteis [I hope you like it, honey! I’m so sorry that it took months to complete when I should have sat my butt down and wrote it a long time ago.]

Pairing: Sam Drake x Reader

Fandom: Uncharted

Words: 2000+

Summary: Sam and you are in Portugal hunting down some artifacts when the two of you get lost and end up running into a hotel run by the cartel.

Hey there, everyone! I know I’ve only been posting updates lately, but I have a very important one that I’m super excited about!!!

So I was replaying Lost Legacy, where I continue to acknowledge my love for Nadine Ross, and I decided to write a Nadine Ross x fem!reader series since for some reason there aren’t any out there. Anyway, the plan is to have the first series follow the Uncharted 4: A Thief’s End story, then the second series will be a sequel and follow the Uncharted: Lost Legacy story, and finally I’m hoping to write a sequel to that after the events of Lost Legacy. 

Since I’m terrible at keeping up a writing schedule, I want to write each series first an then release the parts weekly after editing them. Don’t know when these series should be coming out, but please tell me if you’re interested or spread the word!

As I’ve said a million times, requests are still open, but I might not write them soon so if you do, please expect a long waiting period.

Thanks, everyone!

Didn’t have a good picture for this so if someone wanted to make a moodboard or something, feel free to make one and send it to me so I can put it up (with credit obviously)

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From a young age, Y/N believed she wanted to enlist in the Army, but only because all of her family members had some connection to the Army or other Armed Forces. However, being the only girl of four kids added pressure to the need to prove herself, propelling her towards “honor” and “greatness.” Of her brothers, her oldest was already part of the Army, her youngest was planning to enlist in the Navy, and her second oldest brother was never interested in any of that, much to their father’s dismay. After all, Y/N’s father was a Master Sergeant, so he had high expectations of all of his children.

Once Y/N started training for the Army, she quickly made her way to the top within her group. Although Y/N thought that the army would be enough to satisfy her cravings for adventure and travel, she realized she wanted to do more with her life. So despite her achievements over those few months, Y/N left the army before her initial training was over. 

While looking for a job with the adventure she was looking for and one that would require her newly obtained skills, Chloe Frazer discovered Y/N in the midst of searching for another partner. After some successful and some less so adventures, the pair planned on stealing the Yuan Dynasty celadon oil lamp with Harry Flynn, but issues between Y/N’s family ensued and forced Chloe to find someone else, namely Nathan Drake. When Chloe came back, she introduced Nate to Y/N, where they became friends.

Now when Nathan reaches out to Y/N in hopes of finding Henry Avery’s lost treasure, she can’t say no, leading us to the events of Rebel Companies.

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Hey, all!

The title of the Nadine Ross x fem!reader series I’m working on is called Beloved Raiders (it’s kinda stupid, but I couldn’t think of a good name so here). There will be three books, as I said before: the first following Uncharted 4′s story, the second following Lost Legacy, and the last one is an original story of my own for what happens after Lost Legacy--mainly just “domestic” life for Nadine and the reader. Anyway, hopefully I’ll have the series links up, Y/N’s backstory, and the first book’s prologue up this week. I’ll try to keep you guys posted!

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