uncharted oneshots

💞pets💞

(i wasn't really proud of this one but eh it is fine it)

published 5-20-2020

(leave a comment below, what would you name these pets?)

Nathan Drake- It is your 34th birthday, and Nathan comes into the room with an azure big box, wrapped up with a red bow. He sets the box onto the table, obviously having trouble with the weight of the box. Nate breathes out, motioning to the box with a wide grin on his face. "Open it, y/n,"

You skeptically moved to open the box and saw it jump to the right. "Nathan! Is this a baby? Did you kidnap a baby?" You narrowed your eyes at him and the hand you went to open the box withdrew quickly. You were scared to open the box now. Nathan laughed loudly, sitting on the chair next to you at the dinner table. He shook his head and remained quiet just gesturing at the box. He looked very excited.

You pulled the top of the box and flinched, worried that the thing in the box was going to harm you. That was until the object on the box let out a cute yap. You opened your eyes to a fuzzy puppy in the box. He went to jump out of the box but just knocked it over on the table with him inside of it. Nathan anticipated my response, picking the box up so the puppy could walk to you on the table. You gasped and picked the puppy up to embrace it, then put it in your lap. The puppy gazed up at you with its small tongue lolling it out of its maw. "It's a Bernese Mountain dog, he will grow up to be big and floppy. Lots of skin," Nathan reached over to pat its head. "I got it for a good cost, and don't worry we already have dog food and other essentials in the car," Nate seemed ecstatic that you admired the puppy; you leaned over to kiss him on top of his head. The dog yipped playfully.

Samuel Drake- Samuel is driving both of you home from a romantic dinner. You both got all dressed up to go to Jerry's Steaks, and Sam couldn't stop looking at how beautiful you looked in a black dress. He had one hand on the steering wheel, and the other rested on your thigh. He used his thumb to soothe, rubbing it back and forth gently. You glanced at him and rolled your eyes. He just looked you up and down slowly, then peered back at the road.

He abruptly stomped on the brake pedal, using the hand that was on your thigh to extend and hold. "What the hell-?" He was halting the traffic behind him, and there were horns blaring behind us. Sam just turned his hazard lights on and glanced at me. "Don't freak out, but I need to get this guy," He got out of the car, looking left and right for oncoming cars.

Samuel came back to the car holding a baby goat, a kid. "Are you okay if we take her home to clean up?" He asked, putting the goat in his lap and putting the car in drive. Sam wasn't taking no for an answer. You nodded, gazing down at the baby goat who was bleating weakly because it didn't know where it was. She had dirt and mud matting her fur. It was sweet, how big of a heart that Sam had for animals.

When we got home, Sam rapidly ran the goat a bath and bathed it. It splashed water all over the both of you and looked so much happier with it's white and black splotched coat. "Sam... how are we going to take care of this goat? What are we even going to feed it?" Sam had the goat wrapped up in a towel and placed her on our bed. He placed both hands on your shoulders and looked you in the eyes. "We have to take care of it, y/n... if we don't we might have to take her to a farm where she will be..." He looked at the dozing goat and walked over to cover her ears. "Killed!" He whispered, taking his hands off of the goat. You couldn't resist his face, he was pouting at you for this goat he found on the side of the road. "We can keep her, on one condition! You have to clean the little presents she leaves behind," Samuel kissed you on the cheek, thanking you for letting him keep the goat.