Victor Sullivan's Son (Nathan Drake x Male Reader)

New York

Y/N SULLIVAN's P.O.V.

It's been two months since I left Sam in the prison, and I regret every second of it. I should have broken him out, too. God knows what he's going through. He didn't put up much of a fight, but he did give that look. The look that says he'll kill me if I try to stop him from whatever it is he's doing. I migrated to New York, and it's stupid here. It's too peopley here. The first thing i did when I got to New York was buy a single yellow rose, and visit my mother's grave. Once I arrive at the cemetery, I look around for her name. I stop when I see her name and kneel down and read the engraving: Ava Sullivan. Loving Mother and Wife.

I start to tear up and read the date, then look at my watch and it reads Y/B/D (Your Birth Date.) Neat, it's my birthday today. "Ten years ago, I lost you. And I promised you I would find Victor and kill him for he is who killed you. Or so I thought. Not sure I believe him, bit I saw him talking to that Frazer bitch. He says she's the one who killed you. I can't wrap my head around it, and I dunno which one to kill. So, it's gonna be both. They deserve it, it's their fate. Please don't hate me for this, Mom! I love you." I take a deep breath in and set the rose in front of her grave. "I got a sleeve tattoo. Yellow roses, of all sizes." I roll up my left sleeve that shows the giant tatto wrapping around my arm. "I know you love yellow roses. This is for you, Mom! I love you so so much." I lean forward and press a kiss to her grave, and stand up, then I walk away.

"You move to New York and the first thing you do is tell your mother you're gonna kill me? Doesn't that seem kinda harsh, son?" I hear Victor, my father, say from a small distance. I turn to face him, and slowly walk closer. "I heard you talking to Frazer a couple months back. You said she was the one who kill her. Do I believe you? Not even the slightest. Do I still wanna kill you? Yes. But not now." He nods, knowing his fate will come to him later on. "I need your help." I breathe in air through my teeth and cross my arms over my chest. "You have Nathaniel Drake for that." I start walking away. "I need you too, SJ." I stop abruptly when I hear that name. I pull out one of my sais I got for my 13th birthday and run at him with it, I grab his throat with my free hand and shove the sharp end of my sais into his bellybutton, threatening to gut him. "Don't! EVER! Call me that! EVER AGAIN!" I say in a low, demanding voice. "I don't care who gave me that name. Now, if you really need my help, I'll find you. I always do." I let go of him and start to walk off; he stops me by grabbing my right elbow. I spin around and cut his cheek with the sais that is in my left hand. He let's out a small yelp of pain and brings his hand to his face, only to remove it to see blood. He looks up to me with fear in his eyes. I point the sais at him and say, "That's a warning. Try anymore funny business, Victor. I will gut you like a fish." Then, I walk away. Into the darkness of the cemetery.

I am currently sitting on my bed in my new apartment here in New York. Hacking into the Augustine auction centers security system. They have the other cross there for auction, and I'm trying to figure out how to go about all this. Solo? No, too risky. With Victor? No, too much. I then get another call from the same unknown number. They've called a dozen times already, I sigh and finally answer it. "Look, this is the now 13th time you've called me. Who are you and what do you want with me?"
"SJ. It's me." I hear Victor's voice on the other line. "What did I say about calling me that?"
"To not to?" I mumble a yes, then he continues. "Look, Nathan Drake and I are--"
"Isn't his name Nathaniel?" I ask, cutting him off. "It's Nathan. But I'd prefer Nate, please." I hear a voice say in the background.
"Take me the fuck off speaker phone now, Victor! Or I will rip you vocal chords out through this phone!" I hear a quiet beep. "You're off speakerphone."
"Good boy. You know how to fucking listen. Bitch."
"Excuse me?!"
"Did I stutter?"
"You don't talk to your fa--"
"Don't gimme that shit. I'm in the security system now watching the cameras. I'll help you get the cross and help you find what you else you want. ONE CONDITION."
"What is it, Y/N?"
"Half."
"Half of what?" He asks. He acts like he doesn't know what I want half of. "Pfft. You know what I mean. Don't play dumb. Half the gold, you dip thong!"
"Absolutely not!" He says, sounding offended as I would even ask. "Then die." I say immediately afterwards. "You know, you should be wearing a shirt that says--" I cut him off again. "You want help or not, Dad?!"
"Yes please."
"Okay cool. You have your choices. Half the gold to me, or your life. Choose wisely. Because if it comes down to it, you'll know what I choose. Also, the Frazer bitch. She's got the other one, doesn't she?"

I hear a beep and scoff. I then track the call and get coordinates to his location. I throw myself out of bed to get clothes on and pack everything I need on my person. My sais on my back, other small knives throughout various hiding spots in clothing, and a gun behind the hemming of my pants behind me. With ammo of course. Then I head out to the coordinates.

Once there I look through the window to see my father helping a guy tie a tie. Must be Nathan. I quickly move to the inside of building as I see them about to leave. "Oh no you don't!" I say to myself. I get into the building and check my phone for the coordinates one more time, he's still in his apartment. Good. I run to his apartment door and arm myself with my gun. The door opens, and I see Nathan Drake. "Oh Jesus!" I says. "Get in, hot stuff." I say, he gives me a confused look and freezes in spot. "Or get shot, your choice." His eyes widen and he steps back into the apartment. I follow him in and close the door with my foot, my gun still aimed at him. "You know, Junior. This isn't how you come in for a visit." My dad says, pointing his own gun at me. "Hmm. That so?" I lower my gun and out it back in my pants. "Don't worry, sexy. Safety was on the entire time." I say walking past Nate, patting his pec. I stop and squeeze it a little bit. "Damn." I say under breath, Nate giggles a little bit, which makes both of blush.

"Put the gun down." I say to Victor. "Afterall. That isn't how you greet your visitors, Senior." I say mocking him. "Wait, do you guys know each other?" Nate asks. I nod and say, "Unfortunately. This old man, happens to be my old man." Victor looks at me and throws his arms in the air and groans in frustration, Nate looks at us back and forth. "This is how everything is gonna go down." I start. "Firstly, both of you sit down so I can talk to you both." I say, pointing to the couch. They don't move. "I SAID SIT!" I shout in a deep voice, and they both scurry to the couch. I hear Nate say, "Bossy bottom bitch!" Under his breath. They both sit down and I face them to explain what all is gonna go down, and how.

"Firstly, Nate. I am a bossy bottom bitch! You should watch your mouth around me, okay honey? Secondly. As SOON as we get that cross, we're getting Frazer, and I'm killing her. No questions asked about it, she's the bitch who killed my mother. She pays woth her life. We get the other cross form her dead corpse and then go from there. Understood?" They both nod. "Frazer doesn't know who you are by the way, she could work with us." My dad says.

"If you say so. BUT. If she thinks for a second she can fuck ME over, she'll be in a world of hurt!"