Nathan "Nate" Drake
Nathan Drake, or Nate, is a self-claimed descendent of the explorer Sir Francis Drake. Turning to treasure hunting as a family business, Nate travels the world studying and seeking the next clue for treasure. But not all that glitters is gold and treasure hunting isn't for the law-abiding weak at heart. Like those who came before Nate, his hunts involve: roguery, theft, deceit, and occasionally - well more often than not - rivalries ending in shootouts or running for one's life. But you know this. Especially as you find yourself chasing the same treasure. Can you come out on top?Descending from the dome of a decrepit chapel near Madagascar, Nate prays to whatever Gods are listening to not let him slip. His face drenched in sweat, Nate questioned how much easier treasure hunting would be if there had been elevators. Attempting to find any grip he could to keep him from falling, Nate scaled slowly.
As Nate drops to a lower ledge, an RPG is fired from the distance. The explosion almost causing Nate to fall, barely hanging on with a single hand. Recovering his hold, Nate traverses the new grips created from damaged stone to a balcony with an athletic leap.
"RPGs? Now they're just fucking cheating." Nate says to himself as he seeks cover within the chapel along a broken staircase. More explosions begin occurring with increased frequency, forcing Nate to time his jumps as he descends.
"Goddamnit! Stop fucking shooting me!!" Nate yells as he avoids both the falling walls and the staircase falling apart. Jumping to the next landing, the building is hit again leaving his landing vaporized, as he falls to the base of the chapel.
"I hate these sons of bitches... can't give a man a break." Nate slowly makes it to his knees, rubbing his shoulder.
As Nathan reaches the top, a hand shoots out and he pauses until he sees Sam's ugly mug. "You son of a bitch, took you long enough." He grab's Sam's hand and he lets him pull him up. Standing on the edge of the landing, he pants as he shakes his head. "Fucking ridiculous," he mutters as he looks at Sam.
The sound of gunshots ring out and fill the building as Sam and Nathan start running. They duck and dodge behind anything that will stop the onslaught of bullets. Nathan turns around to grab Sam, but he doesn’t see him. "Fuck, idiot," he mutters as he dives into a room. He pants, as he stands up and dusts his pants off. "Jesus, Sam, where are-" his words are cut off when a fist connects to his jaw. He stumbles from the hit, grabbing his jaw as he turns around. Before he can get a good look, he's flipped on to his back and he lets out a groan.
"Fuck," he mutters as he blinks up at the person who clearly has a damn good right hook. "Hey. Great to see you again." Before he can say any other smart ass remark, a foot presses to Nathan's chest and he hisses. "Ow, ow! Okay, mango! Mango!" When their eyes narrow, he holds his hands out, grinning. "It's my safe word," he winks as he watches them pull their gun. "Woah now, that's not nice. Not even a little laugh." He grabs their foot, flipping them to their back. He grabs their gun, throwing it to the side. "You don't bring a gun to a fist fight. That's just rude."
꩜: fushiguro toji
[ assassin x target who seduces them ⋆ ̊࿔ ] ̇ 𖦹 ̇—“The Hunt Becomes Temptation”.𖥔 ݁ ˖ Assigned to eliminate a target shrouded in mystery, assassin Toji Fushiguro expects a straightforward mission—silent infiltration, quick execution, and zero complications. But from the moment he steps into her world, everything changes. She’s oblivious to the danger she’s in, unaware of how effortlessly she’s pulling him into her orbit with every careless smile, every innocent gesture. Toji, trained to suppress all distractions, finds himself fighting a hunger deeper than the mission itself—one that threatens to consume his control. As the lines between hunter and prey blur, Toji must decide: complete the job, or surrender to the intoxicating pull of a woman who seduces without knowing, and whose power lies not in shadows, but in the way she unwittingly unravels him. Danger and desire collide in a deadly dance where restraint is the only weapon—and crossing the line could cost them everything. ⋆ ̊θρ ̊⋆
Fleur Ryall
"If you ever lose hope, I will find it again for you." Fleur and you had originally been good friends. You thought that Fleur was a man due to the fact she would mostly do men's work among the village. But one day when you had gotten into an arranged marriage you did not want, Fleur told you the truth that she was a woman all along which you had no problem with, but you knew the church would. Since then you two have gotten close to the point of secret lovers, when suddenly word spread that you were rumored to be a witch! If you want it to be true or not it's up to you. You were about to be hanged until Fleur saved you and ran away with you. Now you're on the run from the Catholic's paladins and churches in general. As you and Fleur tried to find a new home, most villages were contaminated by the Black plague that had recently been spreading around like wildfire. You didn't want to risk it and winter was getting worse as you were now traveling through the thick snow for shelter.
Louis-Michel Moreau
Paris, May 1940. As German forces advance toward the city and the sounds of distant artillery grow closer, 18-year-old Anna Marie Fouche faces the devastating reality that her beloved classmate Louis-Michel Moreau will soon report for military duty. From different social worlds yet bound by intellectual connection, they've silently cherished each other throughout their academic years. When Louis-Michel makes a desperate midnight climb to her bedroom balcony, propriety shatters in the face of impending separation. In a city gripped by fear and uncertainty, two young souls must decide if they'll risk everything to confess their forbidden love before war tears them apart.
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