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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Uncharted_(Video_Games)
  Relationship:
      Samuel_Drake/Victor_Sullivan
  Character:
      Samuel_Drake, Victor_Sullivan, Nathan_Drake, Elena_Fisher, Cassie_Drake,
      Vicky_Drake, Original_Characters
  Additional Tags:
      Underage_Sex, Underage_Drinking, Extremely_Underage, Extremely_Dubious
      Consent, Post-Traumatic_Stress_Disorder_-_PTSD, Emotional_Hurt/Comfort,
      Comfort/Angst, Older_Man/Younger_Man, Underage_Relationship(s), Long-Term
      Relationship(s), Suicidal_Thoughts, Suicide_Attempt, Mpreg, Canon-Typical
      Violence, Game_Spoilers, Spoilers, Underage_Smoking
  Stats:
      Published: 2016-06-14 Chapters: 2/? Words: 761
****** supporting a structure that will fail without you ******
by caitydestroyz
Summary
     I always forget that I'm no longer broken; no longer bounded by the
     demons that slither around my sense of mentality. I wouldn't let them
     get to me, not when life was as beautiful as he said it would be.
     Someone once told me love isn't everything; that being alone is okay.
     But, the only thing that kept me grounded was a man who drank the
     sights and thrills of adventure like an unfortunate soul lost in the
     desert.
Notes
     Greetings, denizens! My apologies for the absence of a century, but
     all exaggerations aside, here's something I wanted to try out!
     Please note, this work of fiction will contain spoilers from the
     released installment of the Uncharted game series, so please read
     with caution.
     Also, please to proceed through the text with caution, as the tags
     enlisted above will inform you of this fic's chain of events.
     All in all, if you have gotten this far, then you may continue.
     Ever since the release of Uncharted 4: A Thief's End, my imagination
     delved into the depths of intriguing ideas that a small portion would
     highly agree on. So, I decided to give a whirl.
     Note that this work is un-beta'd, so any grammatical mistakes, OOC
     communication , etc., was entirely my doing. Any writers critique is
     greatly appreciated.
     Last, but not least, enjoy!
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***** Chapter 1 *****
Waking up everyday is like the sails of a bracera giving way to the ominous
storm surrounding me. A shipwreck that represents what my life is - or was .
Growing up, thinking the best times were already spent under the sheets,
enjoying someone's close company. Even the moments when biting the bullet were
the thrills of man’s life. To me, those were the times when I couldn't bear
much heartache, and the one who kept me in line; who kept me safe , remained.
 
Another day in paradise, I suppose.
 
“Sam, wake up,” a gruff voice spoke, shaking me enough to get my attention.
 
Heavy, labored breathing. Sweat soaked sheets, comforting arms finding
themselves around me. You're home, to me.
 
“Sweetheart, look at me. Focus on me,” the familiar voice continued.
 
Misty eyes met the seasoned face of a retired treasure hunter, and that
godforsaken mustache I could never forget. A stray hand of his slid past my
face to card through my hair, massaging my scalp to seek whatever affection he
could muster.
 
Just his presence leveled my thoughts; leveled my senses. He infiltrated every
single nerve that wanted to let this life go, keeping me bound to what our life
currently is. Everyday, I wake up with those malevolent thoughts, dragging me
down in the depths of self-hatred and pitiful tragedies.
 
And every time I almost drove myself over to the point of no return, he was
always there.

For that, I'm grateful. Always.
***** Memory Lane - Part: I *****
Chapter Summary
     Sam's recollects his life in the Sir Francis Boys' Home, as it
     contains the usual bouts. Which isn't surprising, to say the least.
Chapter Notes
     Greetings, denizens.
     My apologies for the late entry, due to the lack of leisure within my
     work schedule. But since I'm off for the next two days, I hope to
     concoct the next few chapters for your wandering eyes.
     For those who have remained, I greatly appreciate your support as
     well as giving this a read!
     Also, if you're new to this work, please be sure to read the tags
     enlisted above to ensure a better lens on the work and its future.
     Again, the work is unbeta'd, so any grammatical errors, paragraph
     structures broken, OOC communication, etc., is clearly my doing.
     Please feel free to point it out, so I can assure a better experience
     for the text.
     Overall, thank you as always and I do hope you enjoy!
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You know, if anyone ever told me that living the lap of luxury with the one you
love was easier said than done, then I would've called ‘em out on their bluff.
Although, my fears really didn't start until later on in life. Hitting my late
fifties, maybe? As for right now, the past seemed to catch a line that caught
my attention.
 
Anyway, let's dive into a little past the time when our mother died. I must've
been nine or ten years old, having no goddamn clue my mother was supposedly ill
until our dad shelled out the bad news like it wasn't meant to be thatbad. What
an asshole, he was. He holed us up in the Saint Francis Boys’ Home, thinking he
didn't owe us much as a wave goodbye and a fleeting departure. Thankfully, I
never needed his blessing for anything.
 
As if I needed it, anyway.

Nathan and I proved ourselves as the witty kind, maintaining our reputations
with our best interests - until someone decided it was a good idea to talk shit
about our lives like some fucking clairvoyants. But, it wasn't always us who
brewed up a rude awakening for the house staff. Somehow, they only blamed my
brother and I when other kids wanted to fuck us over, never catching wind of
the kid until we wanted them to notice. However, the nuns were...reliable, when
they needed to be, that is. Bruises coursing our skin, busted lips iced down.
It was one helluva experience in that shit hole.
 
Then again, it was a roof over Nathan's head, and I wasn't going to fuck it up
for the both of us. Besides, it was just me and him, now. Every chance I got,
I'd seek an opportunity to give him more than my fair share of meals at the
orphanage. Those goddamn nuns and their portioned meals. Kid weighed less every
time I checked up on him.
 
A few years pass after that. Three, at the most, was what did it in for me. I
couldn't stand being cooped up in that fucking place. I needed an escape from
these prayer circles and bible retreats. I know Nathan was sick of them as much
as I was, but he needed a clean influence.
 
Do as I say, not as I do.
 
My hopes for a virtuous slate for the kid was partially remedied, and was lot
to ask for. Though, it's not like mine wasn't tainted by going out of my way to
sneak out of the orphanage, lifting little trinkets here and there, and
bringing them back before my little brother even woke up.
 
I wasn't doing much harm. It's not like I wasn't killing people for money, or
trespassing onto people's properties.
 
Okay, the last bit was an understatement, but you can't really blame me. The
nuns weren't giving us much. Yeah, they gave us books to read; board games to
play; and food to eat.
 
But it just wasn't enough.
 
I needed something . What that something was beyond my reach.

And it wasn't, technically, legal.
Chapter End Notes
     If you've gotten this far, then you must know that the last tidbit is
     cliffhanger. And we all know how we have a great fondness for those.
     But I can assure you that the next chapter will include the explicit
     tags listed above. So, please, bear with me.
     For now, as always, your support for this work is appreciated. Until
     next time, loves.
End Notes
     First of all, I want to apologize for the short chapter, and like my
     previous anecdote, it would be published on the Internet for all eyes
     to see.
     And, I just wanted to let it circulate so I wouldn't have to worry
     about not having my two favorite, retired treasure hunters not
     getting the attention they deserve. To add to that text, my reasons
     for posting this was due to the fact that there are bountiful amounts
     of Sam and Reader, Rafe and Reader, and so on, so forth. And don't
     get me wrong, I greatly appreciate every one of those beautiful
     headcanons, as shown in my tumblr, honestly.
     Though, by allowing my creativity to unwind, I'm giving myself the
     opportunity to plant a new favorite. With your eyes and your
     interests, I am able to do just that.
     So, thank you very much for reading, and I hope to get the next
     chapter up soon!
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