𝓣𝓸𝓶 𝓗𝓸𝓵𝓵𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝔁 𝓡𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻 𝓑𝓸𝓸𝓴 - 4

Bruised Knuckles - 𝐍.𝐃

𝐀/𝐍 - All credit goes to the writer sadisticsongbird on Tumblr

https://sadisticsongbird.tumblr.com/post/720672995131162624/bruised-knuckles-nathan-drake-summary

Parings → Nathan Drake x Reader

Warnings → none

Summary → just read

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“I’m just sayin’, maybe if you were a little less…I dunno… provocative, he wouldn’t have the urge to punch you all the time.”

“Thanks, Nate,” you said laughing. You shut the running faucet off and squeezed the cold, wet rag out. Turning around to face Nate sitting behind Sully’s counter, you placed the rag over top your sore knuckles. “You know I only do it to get boxing practice…And a rise out of him,” you added.

Nate was not oblivious to the fights that you and your uncle had and he knew it was all in good fun. You and Sully had a good relationship. You had lived with him since your parents passed away and he was teaching you what he liked to call ‘the family business.’ Little did you know that it would encase robbing people blind and treasure hunting, but you embraced that lifestyle. And with that life came danger, and you needed to learn a way to defend yourself. Like you, Nate also trained with Sully so he knew how hard the punches your uncle packed were. The young man hated seeing you get hurt.

“Y-Yeah, I know that. I just don’t think that teasing him about his growing cat addiction is the way to do it.”

You just laughed, leaning against the sink. “Hey, if it ain’t broken, don’t fix it.”

Nate got up from his seat, making his way over to you. As soon as he was close enough to you, he reached his hand around your rag-covered hand, pulling you off of the sink and towards him.

“Well, this,” he said, uncovering your bruised knuckles. He rubbed his thumb over the top of your hand, making you wince. “...Seems to be broken. So, how about we fix that?” He said, leaning down towards your hand, connecting his lips to your knuckles. Each kiss to your skin made your heart seem like it was racing faster. The last one was lingering before he rose, letting his warm breath heat your skin. One hand left your wrist and circled around your waist. His face, with a teasing smile, rose to meet yours, noses touching. “How about we fix that by wrapping your hand right next time?”

You let out a soft giggle. “Only if you help,” you said, placing your free hand on his chest.

The two of you didn’t get in another word before Sully cleared his throat in the doorway of the kitchen, making you and Nate jump.

“Drake, you have ten seconds to get your hands off my niece and out of this apartment before I pummel you into the floor.”

Nate unwound his arms from you, backing away into the corner of the kitchen. “Sully, I’m so-”

“Ten.”

“You’re seri-”

“Nine.”

“Nate, you better run.” Stifling a chuckle, you knew that your uncle wasn’t serious enough to follow through on his threat, but he would do something.

“Eight.” Sully’s glare became more intense toward Nathan.

“Come on. He-”

“Seven.”

“Okay got it. Gotta go.”

“Six.”

Nate turned the corner of the counter, barely getting past your uncle in the threshold before he kept counting.

“Five,” your uncle said turning around.

“I gotta get my shoes on!” Nate screamed.

“Four.” Your uncle was now out of the kitchen heading towards Nate, attempting to get his second boot on. “Three.”

“Fine, fuck the shoes!” Picking his boot from the ground, Nathan ran out of the door, one foot with only a sock. You followed the scene, watching everything unravel.

“Two.” The door flung open, both men running out. “One!” You could hear from down the hallway. You knew that your uncle probably wouldn’t stop until Nathan was all the way down the street.

“See ya tomorrow, Nate!” You yelled before shutting the apartment door. Laughing, you leaned against the door, throwing your head back. You took a moment to let yourself smile, then kicked yourself off of the door. You needed a shower.

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Nathan could hear the punches from inside the apartment as he walked up to the door. He didn’t bother knocking, knowing that you and your uncle were probably busy sparring. The training area was around the corner, so he couldn’t see the two of you right away, but he could hear your grunts.

“Sully…Y/N.”

When he rounded the corner, he saw Sully on top of you, you in a choke hold position. Your hands were tight around your uncle’s wrists, freshly bruised knuckles white. Kicking his back with your knees wasn’t doing you any favors either. He didn’t know why, but something in him snapped. Before he knew it, Nathan was tackling Sully off of you, rolling on the floor with one another.

“Get off of her!”

The men continued wrestling each other until Nathan was in a similar position that you were in only seconds ago. The fight continued until your uncle finally got a grip of what was going on, his new young apprentice under him. “Drake, what the hell?!”

You had stood up at this point, crossing your arms across your chest while you watched the fight unfold. “Kinky. Didn’t know you were only using me to get to my uncle, Nate,” you joked.

Sully scrambled off of your boyfriend at that, allowing Nathan to finally breathe. “Funny, Y/N. Now what the hell was that?” Sully screamed, looking to Nathan.

“You were choking her!” He paused, standing up. “I don’t know, I guess instincts just kicked in.”

“Aww,” you cooed, uncrossing your arms and letting the tough facade melt away. Nate was rubbing his neck as you made your way over to him. “So sweet.” Allowing yourself to circle your hands around him, and you pulled him into you.

“Just can’t stand seeing you hurt,” he admitted, encircling your waist and cuddling into you. “You didn’t wrap your hands right again.”

You laughed, connecting his lips with yours in a short kiss.

“I’m still here,” Sully said. “God, you two can’t wait for a second before sucking each other’s face off,” your uncle whined before walking off, leaving you and Nate giggling in the middle of the ring.

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