#lara croft x female reader
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Serenity
[Shadow of the Tomb Raider] Lara Croft x Female Reader
Word Count: 5.12k
Proofread: Yes
Content Warnings: Touch starved Lara (?), feelings of homesickness, fear of death, mentions of mourning, brief descriptions of wounds
Categories:
Angst Fluff Mix
One-Shot Preference Headcanon
[A/N]: Wanted to try a bit of a different format for the summary, hope it makes sense.
Enjoy!
Harsh winds whipped past the shape of the land, bending around every mountain and down every ravine and valley like ribbon. Shivering harshly and clutching onto her heavy coat, Lara sighed, planting herself in front of the campfire she had set up. As the flames crackled to life and began to grow, she scooted closer, holding her hands out towards the blazing heat in an attempt to warm them. She huffed out hot air into her cupped palms before rubbing them together and shifting to hold them out again.
She repeated this motion a few more times before wriggling her fingers around a bit. Once she was sure they were warmed up enough, she slipped her journal out from her traveler’s pack and took her pen out. She flipped over to the next blank page, beginning to jot things down with stiff hands. It started with her summarizing all that had happened during the current expedition up until that point, but quickly shifted to her feelings of homesickness. It wasn’t the manor or her private apartment she was missing, however. She was missing the woman waiting for her back home.
A small smile of content formed on her lips at the mere thought of her.
“God, [Y/N], I wish you were…”
She shook her head as a chill ran down her spine, as if she was being reminded of the brutal conditions she was in. With a small struggle, she scribbled out the ending of the sentence before starting a new one.
“No, I wish I was there with you. I didn’t realize how much I’d miss you. Especially how warm you are. It’s freezing out here, although I’m not sure what I was expecting. Even when we stayed by the hot springs for a bit, my hands were too frozen to do anything. Writing this right now is extremely difficult because we’re headed toward the peak of a mountain where the snow is really dense. The altitude levels are getting high, and it’s making some of the crew sick, so we had to set up camp in the meantime. Aside from Jonah, the crew here doesn’t really care for all of this. They’re either doing it for the media exposure or for the money. The majority of them have made it clear that they aren’t doing it for the sake of discovery. I do kind of wish you were here in all honesty. Jonah is interested in what we’re looking for, but it always takes some convincing with him. With you, you’re always on board immediately. And, according to the others, you share the same level of enthusiasm as me. I guess I never really noticed it.
“Which is honestly a bit of a surprise. I know I can get a bit…aggressive about these things, or obsessive. People tell me I start getting picky about things once I realize they don’t have the same interests and intentions as me. And Sam wonders why I don’t like hanging out with other people.”
She laughed softly to herself, skimming over her words before she continued writing.
“Except you, of course. I wish I could bring you along with me to these expeditions, but I’m just…worried Trinity is going to get to you somehow, and aside from Jonah, you’re the only one I have left. If they got ahold of you, I don’t know what I’d do with myself. I’ve lost too many people already. I can’t lose you too.”
A small pause. She wasn’t sure what to do with herself during these trips anymore. Before she had met [Y/N], she had gotten used to sleeping alone and spending the majority of her time alone. She could go on journeys without worrying about returning home to someone. She didn’t want to die, that wasn’t what she was thinking of. She just didn’t feel guilty about trips taking longer than she initially planned. Deep down, though, she knew [Y/N] understood. Each time she’d make it home to her girlfriend, she was always greeted with relief and excitement rather than annoyance and resentment.
During the nights where she was alone on the expeditions, she could eventually get herself to fall asleep for short periods of time, pretending she was back home in bed with her girlfriend, cuddled up together under the blankets and sleeping in.
Another thing she had to readjust to was doing things solo. The only thing she tended to do on her own at the manor anymore was paperwork. [Y/N] would do everything with her there: researching, reading, cleaning, taking trips to different cities, and so on and so forth. She had grown so accustomed to that to where she found herself itching to talk to someone or move around at the campsites when she used to just sit there and think to herself.
She genuinely enjoyed the idea of having someone to come home to every time, but it still caused guilt when anything went wrong. There was a near-constant worry that her job was straining the relationship, regardless of what [Y/N] told her.
She had never been in a relationship before, so she really had no idea what to expect. It was stressful trying to learn how to open up to someone, but once she realized she could fully trust [Y/N], she found it much easier to start talking about her past.
Another sigh slipped past her lips, her gaze dropping down to the page of her journal again.
“I can’t wait to get home to you again. And honestly, I never thought I’d be able to say that. With how often I’m traveling, I figured I wouldn’t find someone who was willing to put up with my constant researching and preparing. I suppose I could take you on easier trips where I know Trinity won’t be. I could teach you how to go rock climbing and the basics of how to survive out in the wilderness.”
A sense of fondness washed over her, remembering how Roth would take her backpacking and traveling to random places so she could learn all of his tricks.
“If Roth were still here, I bet I could’ve convinced him to let you come with us to one of our training expeditions. He loved teaching all about journeying. He probably would’ve talked your ear off the way he did with me.”
Once more, a soft laugh escaped her.
“I’d honestly give anything to hear him lecture me about trusting my instinct again. You would’ve loved him. He was a good man.”
She studied her entry, repeatedly skimming over Roth’s name scribbled out in her shaky handwriting.
“I wish you could’ve met him.”
She frowned at the memory of what happened in Yamatai, guilt beginning to bubble up to the surface again. She sighed, trying to shift her focus to something else.
“I can’t wait to get back home to you. I miss you. Hopefully I’ll be able to see you sooner rather than later. I already want to come back just so I can be with you again. I love you.”
Gently, she shut her journal and tucked it away again, dropping her pen in on top of it before zipping the bag shut. Once she placed the bag to her side, she shifted to turn back to the fire, which had grown to a decent size. Her unfocused gaze watched the flames in front of her dance wildly to the bitterly cold gusts of wind. Soon, as she waited for Jonah to call her over, her mind wandered off, her body shivering, aching, and craving to be in her warm, plush bed by [Y/N]’s side again.
The expedition finally came to an end. Unfortunately, it had taken an extra three days thanks to Trinity’s operation disrupting everything. Lara was returning home with another artifact, one which she planned to donate to a local museum instead of adding to her personal collection. She asked Jonah to drop the artifact off for her, her expression alone telling him all he needed to know. He agreed, knowing she just wanted to get home to [Y/N] again and rest. Once the plane landed and they disembarked with their luggage, Lara instantly found her car still parked in a private garage she had paid for ahead of time.
She hopped in instantly after tucking her small amount of luggage into the trunk, started the engine, and sped off toward her home. The majority of the drive there, she reflected on what had happened during the expedition. Although she had been in a warm environment for hours on the way back, she still felt chilled to the bone after swimming in glacial waters for hours on end. All she craved was to get home and warm all the way up so she could sleep comfortably, even though she knew the moment the numbness subsided, her joints would ache even more.
Once she finally arrived, she parked her car in her usual spot and headed inside, completely forgetting about the bags in the trunk. Her body felt like it would collapse any minute, so she was desperately trying to get inside and find [Y/N].
With a great deal of effort, straining the aching muscles in her arms and back, she shoved the main door open leading into the front parlor. Before any of the servants could lead her somewhere to get her injuries treated or get changed into warmer clothes, Lara made a beeline to the stairs leading up to the second floor of the main building. She wobbled down the hall to her bedroom door, weakly pushing it open with a small grunt of pain. She didn’t spot [Y/N] in the bedroom right away, so she checked the bathroom attached to it.
She wasn’t there either. Odd.
With a groan, she forced herself to trudge back out of the room and down the hall, planning to check the library next. And if she wasn’t there, she’d search the main study. Before she could make it to the doorway leading to the library, [Y/N] stepped out carrying a couple of books. When she spotted Lara, her face lit up, excitedly placing the books aside on a nearby console table and rushing over to the brunette. At the sight of [Y/N] heading her direction, a small surge of energy bolted through Lara’s senses. She beamed over at her and opened her arms, sighing in relief when the smaller woman leaned heavily into her embrace.
“Lara, you’re back! How was the trip? Find anything good?”
Lara grinned wider at her enthusiasm–a breath of fresh air to have someone show genuine interest in her own passion. “Yeah, we found an old artifact, but I told Jonah to just go donate it to the local museum. I don’t have much space left on the shelves in my study, and I don’t want to clutter our room with them.” [Y/N] chuckled at her words, a small nod as her response as they remained in their embrace a moment longer.
At length, much to Lara’s dismay, [Y/N] leaned back. One hand dropped down to gently take hold of the brunette’s, and the other lifted to cup her cheek. At the feeling of warmth against her face, Lara leaned into the touch, her eyes shutting as she sighed. “C’mon,” [Y/N] started softly with a warm smile, “let’s get you patched up and changed. Then you can get some sleep.” Before she could try to refute, Lara yawned and nodded, wearily following the smaller woman’s lead as she carefully tugged her toward the bedroom again.
Once in there, she sat Lara down on the bed, retrieved the First Aid kit from the medical cabinet in the bathroom, and joined her on the mattress, which the brunette seemed to immediately sink into. She pulled out a damp rag she had also grabbed and began to dab cautiously at the scratches and cuts littered across Lara’s skin. When she began to apply the antiseptic, she earned a few hisses of pain, though they quickly died down with each passing second. All the while, Lara’s eyelids were growing heavier. She did her best to bite back her yawns, though most of them still snuck through.
After cleaning all of the visible marks, [Y/N] stitched up what she needed to, and applied bandages to what was left. She quickly packed the kit back up and stored it in the bathroom once more. Then, she helped Lara head into the bathroom and get undressed, helping her step into the bath when the warm water filled up enough. Once the brunette was situated and comfortable, [Y/N] took her hair down for her and began to rinse and lather it with the shampoo she had set up beforehand. Once her hair was clean, she then washed Lara’s back, shoulders, and mostly everything but her stomach, legs, and mostly whatever was underneath the water, which she let the Croft do on her own.
By the time Lara was clean and wrapped up in a towel after stepping out of the tub, [Y/N] left and came back in carrying a pair of clothes that had just been pulled out from the dryer. She gave the brunette a bit of privacy to get dressed. Lara hummed contentedly at the warm, soft fabric brushing across her skin: a pair of black fleece pants with a slightly oversized gray t-shirt.
She stood after tugging her clothes on. After folding the towel back up enough to hang on the rack on the wall, she flipped the lightswitch off and left the bathroom, finding [Y/N] standing by the bed with a tray in her hands. Curiously, Lara walked over and sat down at the foot of the bed with an eyebrow raised. Before she could question what it was, [Y/N] moved to hand the tray to her, revealing her favorite dish warmed up and placed nicely on a plate.
At the sight of it, she blinked, and soon looked back up at her girlfriend, who had moved to her own side of the bed. “Go ahead and eat. I wanted you to have something in your stomach so it doesn’t growl and wake you up like last time.”
With a pleased grin, Lara nodded and shifted up to her spot in bed to prop herself up against the headboard. She was quick to pick up her fork and dig into the dish, clearly grateful to have something prepared for her instead of needing to fix something for herself the way she had done the past few days in the wilderness. It saved her a lot of time and energy, all of which she could spend on recovering from the trip. Within minutes, the plate was clean and her cup was empty. She moved to get up and bring it to the kitchen downstairs, but [Y/N] was quick to stop her and take it from her hands. “Hey, no, go ahead and stay here, alright? I really just want you to relax for a while.”
Even if Lara had planned on refusing the help, it would’ve been no use, as [Y/N] was already by the door by the time she finished speaking. She quickly slipped out of the room, leaving Lara there to wait. She hadn’t even had a chance to nod. She sighed, shuffling downward to bundle up underneath the thick blankets layering her mattress and tugging them partially over her head. The moment her head made contact with her pillow, she groaned in relief, the plush surface welcoming her and pulling her into a partial slumber already.
She fought to stay awake a little longer, however, wanting to be cuddled up against [Y/N] as she slept so she could hear her heartbeat. Ever since the two had started sharing the bed, that’s how Lara fell asleep. It’s why going on long expeditions was so difficult sometimes–she had no heartbeat to listen to, no breathing she could hear but her own, and no warmth to lean into when she got a chill or had a strange dream that kept her eyes pried open in alarmed confusion. Another yawn pushed past her lips, her eyes slowly fluttering shut. Just as she was close to being lulled into sleep, the bedroom door creaked open again. [Y/N] stepped inside and turned the lights off, then headed over to the windows and closed all the heavy curtains, leaving a very dull light in the room.
She then crawled into her side of the bed, though she was quickly met with Lara scooting over and pressing her head against her chest, planting her ear directly over the girl’s sternum to hear the steady thumping of her heartbeat resting safely behind her ribs. A sigh of relief made its way from Lara. She wriggled over a bit, nuzzled her face further into the blankets, and finally settled for a position. With a small smile, [Y/N] rolled over just enough to wrap both of her arms around the brunette’s torso. She pulled her closer as softly as she could.
“Did you wanna talk about the trip?” She whispered softly. A bit of a delay, but Lara answered with a small shake of her head. “No,” she murmured almost inaudibly. “Maybe tomorrow.” [Y/N] nodded in response. She slid one of her arms over a bit, earning a groan of disapproval, though it was quickly replaced by an even fainter groan of pleasure once her fingernails began to gently rake through Lara’s brunette locks. [Y/N] repeated this motion for a while before changing to let her nails scratch soothingly at the sore muscles of the taller woman’s back. “Mmm, what about you?” Lara finally managed to slur out after a few minutes.
[Y/N] hummed, confused. “What about me?” She questioned quietly. Again, there was a pause before she got a response. “What about your day? Tell me…about your day.”
“Oh. Well, it wasn’t very eventful, to be honest. I just helped some of the maids and then read a few books. That’s why I was leaving the library when you made it in.”
“Mmh.”
Lara groaned and shuffled even closer. “I missed you so much,” she whispered. [Y/N] beamed down at her, pure adoration in her eyes. “I missed you too.” She pressed a kiss to the brunette’s forehead, to which Lara responded by scrunching up her nose and leaning her head forward, wordlessly asking for another one. The smaller woman complied after letting a gentle giggle slip in between breaths and pressed a longer kiss to Lara’s head, earning a small huff of satisfaction.
For a while longer, [Y/N] continued to talk about whatever came to mind. Lara wasn’t entirely listening, she just wanted to hear her voice, but [Y/N] already knew that. She didn’t mind. She could talk about seeing a bird on the window sill, and Lara would still find it calming solely because she could hear her speaking. She could hear the low rumbling and vibrations in her chest with every word spoken, and on top of the sound of her heartbeat, it was like the ultimate white noise for Lara.
She wasn’t entirely sure why it brought her so much comfort, but she certainly wasn’t complaining. It helped her fall asleep and stay asleep, which is something she struggled with for the longest time. Being able to get a proper night’s rest felt so refreshing.
Especially after having to be on high alert and sleep lightly for weeks on end during most of her journeys.
After a while, [Y/N] ran out of things to talk about. However, knowing that hearing her make noise was what helped Lara fall asleep, she opted to sing softly instead. An hour or so must’ve passed before Lara’s breathing deepened and slowed, evening out as her body signaled she was fully asleep. After finishing the song she had been practically humming at that point, [Y/N] stopped singing. When she fell silent, her own eyes beginning to droop from fatigue, Lara tugged her closer, unconsciously trying to find the source of the noise again. She settled after a moment when her hearing focused in on her heartbeat once more.
She mumbled something under her breath, though the blankets muffled most of it. The other half of the incoherent speech was caused by her lack of conscience. [Y/N] didn’t mind it though. Finally being able to hold Lara safely in her arms again after two and a half weeks was all she had been wanting. She glanced down at her, smiling tiredly and pressing a gentle kiss to her head again before yawning and closing her eyes.
Soon enough, she fell into a deep slumber as well.
The following morning, the sun crept in through the blinds, alerting everyone of its wake. Bright golden beams trailed their way into the bedroom, sneaking up the covers and making Lara suddenly aware of her surroundings again. She grumbled, calloused fingertips grasping at the hem of the comforter that had slipped from over her head and tugging upward, desperately trying to block out the warmth that stirred her awake. It had been years–until she met [Y/N], anyway–since she had been able to sleep in peacefully without the overwhelming worry of needing to constantly accomplish something. She wanted to stay asleep at least long enough to finish her dream.
For a moment, she smirked to herself, noticing just how soft she had gotten once her relationship had been established with the other woman. Had they never met, nor had they gotten as close as they did, she’d likely still be awake at this hour, buried away in her personal study with stacks of books and loose files strewn about.
With a sense of bitter hesitation, one in which she debated falling back into the dream she had been having just a moment prior–which thankfully wasn’t another nightmare keeping her awake–she let her weary eyes flutter open. A small shove downward let the covers fall free from over her head again, begrudgingly allowing the sunlight to caress her features in a more willing manner. A sigh of relief slipped past her lips once she was able to let her eyes adjust to the blazing beams of light dancing around with each small movement.
After a moment of gaining her bearings, she yawned, drowsily rubbing the exhaustion from her eyes as she shifted over to find [Y/N] still resting at her side. The corners of her lips perked up into a small smile of contentment at the sight. She hummed, shuffled up to let her head rest even in front of [Y/N]’s, and gazed over at her.
The light that had disturbed Lara of her rest now brought her a sense of peace. The warm glow of the amber streaks lighting up the room seemed to embrace every little mark across [Y/N]’s skin, highlighting each scar and stray freckle. Never before had she seemed so at ease in her slumber–or maybe Lara had been too focused on holding her close to have noticed. She noticed it now, though.
And she intended to savor every minute of it.
Moments passed, and her hands were itching to feel the softness of the woman’s skin. With a slight ounce of uncertainty, worried she might stir her awake, she finally lifted her hand from the spot on the mattress next to her and drove it up to let the backs of her fingers graze over [Y/N]’s cheek, huffing out a small sigh at the warmth as though she hadn’t been pressed tightly against her mere moments before.
Her fingers trailed up to tuck a few loose strands of hair behind the sleeping woman’s ear, slowly and silently shuffling forward to press a featherlike kiss to her forehead. At the feeling of soft lips and touches against her skin, [Y/N] began to wake, her brows furrowing together momentarily in thought, as if she were stuck between her dreams and lucidity. Her features softened just as quickly as they tightened, followed by her eyes flitting open and instantaneously focusing on the smitten gaze in front of her. She hummed, grinning and letting her hand slide up to gently take hold of Lara’s. With a small squeeze to her lax hand, [Y/N] turned her head to press an equally soft kiss to her palm.
“Morning,” she murmured against her skin, letting her focus flicker back toward the deep brown eyes now somehow filled with even more love than before.
“Morning,” came her faint reply.
“Are you feeling better now that you’ve slept?” Lara grinned, nodding almost unnoticeably. She carefully slipped her hand from [Y/N]’s, then letting it trail down to the smaller woman’s hip. Once moving a bit closer, as well as shuffling back down further into the comforter, she wrapped both arms around [Y/N]’s waist, tugging her closer and letting her head fall against her chest. Once [Y/N]’s chin moved to rest atop the brunette’s head, Lara sighed, her eyes fluttering shut once more. “Yes, but if I’m being completely honest, my entire body is aching right now. So much happened before I got back.”
She chuckled, wincing to herself at the sudden jolt of pain that erupted from the nerves in the skin taut against her stomach. “I don’t know if I can physically get up yet. Or if I'll be able to at all today.”
A playful snicker sounded above her, prompting her to lift her head and look up at [Y/N]. “Are you sure that’s why? Or do you just want to stay in bed and cuddle like this for the day?” Lara rolled her eyes with a smirk of her own. “I’m telling you: every single muscle in my body is painfully sore. I could get up if I absolutely needed to, but I don’t, so I’d really just prefer to stay here.”
With a moment in between the playful banter, Lara dropped her head back against [Y/N]’s chest. She waited, pondering what she wanted to say as her nails gently scratched at the soft fabric of the shirt she leaned against, sighing silently at the feeling of the motion being reciprocated in a far more soothing way. As she focused on [Y/N] tracing random shapes and words against her scarred skin, subconsciously wondering if she could make out anything specific if she focused, she closed her eyes.
“But even if I somehow wasn’t sore like I am now, I’d absolutely want to stay like this for the day. I missed you,” although her voice had already started off gentle, her tone only seemed to drift further into silence. Whether it stemmed from sheepishness or fatigue, [Y/N] didn’t know. She didn’t mind it, however, and instead pulled her closer. “I missed you too. So very much.”
She paused, one of her hands stroking the brunette strands sprawled out on the mattress behind Lara as her brow creased in thought. “I do worry about you though,” she admitted after what felt like hours, not sure if Lara was still even awake at the moment or if she had heard her. She had, however, and was quick to gaze back up at her, partially hidden way beneath the comforter. Her eyes, which had just been staring at her with a mix of blissful fatigue and love, were now a concoction of bleary concern and confusion. “Why?”
“Because sometimes I worry that something is going to happen to you while you’re away, and I’m never going to know. I mean, I know you won’t go down without a fight, but I’m still terrified that there will be a day where I see you alive for the last time. That thought alone plagues my mind every single time you leave, and it just…scares me?” She scoffed. “No, it’s so much more than just feeling scared. I’m terrified beyond belief that a thought like that could somehow become a reality.”
She hadn’t realized she had begun rambling until Lara shifted up to be eye-level with her again, a far more serious expression taking over. With her features creased with concern, Lara cupped [Y/N]’s face, the pads of her thumbs stroking away the tears that she hadn’t even realized had fallen. When had she started crying?
“I promise you I’m never going to let that happen, alright? There’ve been so many times I shouldn’t have been able to survive, but I did. Like you said: I won’t go down without a fight. And now that I have you here, I have all the more reason to fight to stay alive. I couldn’t bear the thought of never coming home to you. Just…don’t ever worry about me not coming home, okay? One way or another, I’ll find a way to get back to you.”
Her tone softened with every passing word, her heart and mind filling with relief upon seeing a gentle smile grace [Y/N]’s lips. She returned her grin and leaned forward to rest their foreheads together. “Even if it means I have to admit to Jonah that I’m wrong,” she added with a fake annoyance and a small roll of her eyes. [Y/N] couldn’t help but chuckle at her words, allowing Lara to finally let out a small sigh of solace.
“I wouldn’t trade my time with you for anything,” she reassured, trading roles and pulling [Y/N] into her chest instead. “Not for an artifact, not for a trip to some uncharted land, not for my studies, not for anything. I know I may not be the best at showing it, but I truly love you, [Y/N]. I promise you that I’ll always find my way back to you.”
At her reassurance, [Y/N] nuzzled closer to focus in on her heartbeat, unable to bite back the wide smile that stretched across her lips. “I love you too,” she whispered.
Her words were true, she just wished she could find a way to prove it to her every day. Regardless of how invested she could get in her studies or research for her next expedition somewhere far away, she wouldn’t trade these moments of serenity for the world. She treasured them far more than any artifact she had discovered, and would do anything to ensure more of those memories could be made. Not even the strongest forces out there would stop her from returning to the one person she could call home, and she vowed, one way or another, to make sure it stayed that way for good.
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Hello! I have a request on a head cannon on the whole bat family discovering that their adopted sister is basically out in the world discovering tombs raiding them for sport, and getting dangerous artifacts to store them safely and protect them in the manor. Basically Lara Croft and I’m basically basing it on the unified timeline for the tomb raider games which contain the original timeline, Legend, Anniversary, and Underworld or LAU for short timeline, and the survivor timeline. You can pick the personalities for Lara from each of the three timelines to creat your own unified Lara Croft. Sorry if this doesn’t make sense I have been think of this a lot and was searching for any head cannons that I had in my head. But I would love if you did my request, thanks! Oh btw I love your work! ❤️
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I haven’t written for ant of the female batfam characters before, so I decided to leave them out. Sorry in advance!
Bruce Wayne
• Bruce’s first reaction to you having an interest in tomb raiding and searching for artefacts would be one of interest. He doesn’t have a lot of time to do what you do since he’s always so busy with his business and helping people, so he’s inclined to know more about what you do despite him generally being well travelled himself but in a different way.
• He would be incredibly supportive of you and wouldn’t be able to tell you to stop as he also has questionable ways of spending your time. If he ever did have some spare time he would like to go with you on one of your trips, but he would have to schedule a bit of time to do this in advance as he doesn’t like to be away from Gotham for too long.
• Bruce loves your company, so he doesn’t really like to be away from you for long periods of time, especially as he’s always concerned about something bad happening to the people he cares about after all he’s been through. However, since you do this regularly and know how to handle yourself he will be reassured that you’ll come home to him fine like you always do.
• Bruce has plenty of room at the manor for any of the artefacts you find and has plenty of protection to look after them safely; he’ll even have the resources to find out more information or history surrounding the pieces you find. Even if you wanted to put any of these artefacts on display for a private crowd he’ll be able to get an exhibition arranged for you instantly.
• Because you’re constantly dealing with valuable relics and artefacts there is a high chance that someone else will be looking for it as well, or will at least have an eye on it once they find out that it had been found. Bruce will promptly make sure you and the artefact are safe and will deal
Jason Todd
• Jason has always had a bit of an interest for history so when he finds out that you deal with historical artefacts he is genuinely interested in hearing you talk about what you do. He’s always going to listen to you and will be one of the few people you know who knows the right questions to ask which causes you to fall into a deep hole of knowledge surrounding the things you’ve found.
• He’s very supportive of you and genuinely likes the thought of you travelling rather than being stuck in Gotham with him. He likes hearing about the things you’ve found while you’re on one of your trips and will be awake no matter what time you call.
• Jason misses the emotional and physical support you offer him, so if you are away quite often then he will struggle with this quite a bit. However, if the two of you manage to stick through this then he will be much more appreciative of your time together when you are home.
• Jason may not live in the most expensive place if he’s living away from Bruce, but he does have more than enough connections to find you somewhere to keep all of your finds safe. And you already know that he has plenty of men on hand to guard everything you bring back with you that are of value.
• If there is anyone that tries to get in your way or tries to steal your artefacts then Jason will approach them quite brutally. He can’t stand the thought of anyone negatively affecting you or hurting you, so he’s going to put them in their place before anything bad actually happens.
Dick Grayson
• Dick is always interested in the things you get up to, and seeing that you have a passion for something makes him happy. He may want to know more about why you’re so invested in the things you do, but overall he’ll be happy to hear about it.
• Dick is one of the most supportive people you could ever meet, and he’d stick through pretty much anything you decide to do. He may want to give you self defence lessons of you’re aren’t already taught as he will worry about you being away and in possible dangerous situations.
• Dick will call you multiple times a day if he can when your away on your trips, and he knows he can be a bit overbearing at times but he just can’t stand being away from you for long periods of time. Luckily the two of you enjoy talking to each other so much that you never get tired of hearing his voice no matter what you’re doing, and you’re able to express your excitement to him every time you find something.
• Dick will be pretty curious about the things you bring home and will want to touch as many things as he can if you let him, and he’s quick enough to make sure he doesn’t drop anything you consider as important. He’d hope that you would show your finds off due to how proud of you he is, but if you aren’t willing to then he’s fine to admire them in private with you.
• Dick will always be incredibly protective of you, so he’ll be keeping an eye out for anyone possibly out to get you or get a hold of the relics you’ve recovered. He may keep this quiet at first though, as he doesn’t want you to get worried about any potential danger coming your way.
Tim Drake
• Tim would be very visibly excited when he finds out about your interests in tomb raiding and finding lost or forgotten artefacts due to having his own interest in expanding his knowledge on every subject he can possibly get a hold of. He may not know much about what you do, but he can certainly find a way to help you fairly quickly.
• Supportive - Tim is very supportive and will keep an eye out for any new information he can get his hands on which may help you while looking for artefacts. He’s also good at moral support and will listen ti any concerns you have about what you’re heading out to do or if something bad happened when you last retrieved a relic.
• Being away from you would be a bit stressful for him if he’s used to your company and is suddenly left without you when you’re away on a trip. He can’t wait to see you again, and will try to keep in touch to see how you’re doing as much as he can.
• Tim always asks you as much as you can about the items you bring back with you and is happy to hear you explain them and their historical value in depth. He also looks into anything which may be related to it and will help you complete a collection if you ask him to in his free time.
• If anyone tries to get in your way or tries to get a hold of the things you have found then he’ll get everyone he can to keep an eye out for you, and will make sure no one gets their hands on you. He’ll always be worried about you, but he’ll also be happy that you’re doing what also makes you happy.
Damian Wayne
• Damian has been around his fare share of things which hold ancient value or historical context, so he may have heard something about what you’re looking for. If not, he’ll want to have an in depth and deep conversation about it with you - he especially loves conversations which make him think about things in a deeper way and has him mentally stimulated.
• Damian isn’t exactly loud and expressive about how he’s proud of everything you do, but he definitely is. If anything he’s much more defensive of you; he’s always prepared to stop anyone who has anything bad to say about you or is out to stop what you’re doing, and if you need something specific to keep you going then he’ll be more than happy to provide it.
• You calm Damian’s angst and anger a lot so when you aren’t around he does seem to be more cranky and less patient to others. He does struggle with this, but he’s also very strong willed so he is more than capable to wait for you to come back every time.
• Damian is very gentle with the artefacts you bring home, so you don’t have to worry about him breaking anything. He’s also very invested in the stories you have about your travels, much more than he is about the value of anything you’ve retrieved.
• Damian will instantly be aggressive to anyone who tries to get near you with bad intent, and will happily come with you on your travels if he thought you may be in any danger. They would never see Damian coming, and he would make sure everyone saw what he did as an example to stay away from you.
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hi! i’m lara, i’m quite new to tumblr but i’m not new to writing! here are some things you should know.
- i’m nineteen-years old. my main fandoms are resident evil and tomb raider. i do take requests. i’m willing to write smut, angst and fluff. for smut i’m comfortable with writing (non-con(these are all works of fiction, consent is very important in real life) anal, incest, dd/lg(all characters are above 18+) stepcest, and certain fetishes such as - piss, somnophilia, voyeurism and sadism/machoism.)
- here are some things i’m uncomfortable with writing so please respect my boundaries. (race play, age, beast, scat, vomit, vore and gore(gore is ok to an extent)
- i’m a female, so writing male pov is rather hard for me and that’s why i’ve decided to only write imagines or scrabbles for mpov because they’re short and easier to describe.
- i would prefer for minors to not interact, but you are responsible for your own media consumption. please do not repost my content without permission. homophobia, racism, ableism and pedophilia is not tolerated on my profile, and hopefully anywhere else. pro-israelis please dni .
- i will mainly be writing leon kennedy x fem!reader and/or lara croft x fem!reader, and maybe some imagines or scrabbles about leon kennedy x lara croft.
- dni if you’re a toxic shipper, i don’t care who you ship in re/tr but don’t force your opinions on me. it won’t get you anywhere.
that’s all i have to say, i hope my content reaches your expectations! thank you so much 🧡 all pictures are made by yours truly.
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MASTERLIST- 52...
Karaoke love songs - Sydney Sweeney x Male Reader (SMUT)
Charm Night - Diana Prince x Female Reader (SMUT)
Secret Lights - Diana Prince x Male Reader (SMUT)
Male Reader/Diana Prince/Lara Croft dating headcanons
Unwritten love songs - Diana Prince x Male Reader (SMUT)
HC F!Reader/ghost rider and Diana
What is your thesis? - Diana Prince x Male Reader (SMUT)
Secret Lights - Diana Prince x Male Reader (SMUT)
Don’t be still - Hermione Granger x Male Reader (SMUT)
Headconon for Dating Hermione Granger x male!reader
Giganta fluff alphabet
Lavender Love Sick - Doris Zuel aka Giganta x Reader
Let’s also dance - Wally West X Male Reader
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Hey, so like, I'm creating a Lara Croft x Female Reader on wattpad (might also upload the chapter parts on here as in the future). The story is gonna be about the reader who is Sam's younger (by a year) sister who ends up going on the expedition to Yamatai with Sam. It's gonna be a slow burn as well lol
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Can we please get a headcanon of Lara teaching her other half about self-defence/how to be a badass? Thanks!!!
Teach me |
SUMMARY: You wanna join in on Lara’s next adventure so she decides to teach you a few moves to defend herself.
FORM: Headcanons
WARNINGS: Implications of sex
MASTERLIST / PROMPT LISTS / RULES
Guns
“Lara are you sure about this?”
“Absolutely.”
As soon as you mention wanting to tag along on her next adventure, Lara wasted no time in training you to defend yourself. After all, everywhere Lara seemed to go, trouble followed.
She didn’t want you to get hurt. Even though you’d be by her side, she didn’t want to take any chances when it comes to your and your safety, hence why the two of you were currently at a shooting range.
You may not like the idea of using a gun, but Lara insisted upon it, telling you that her line of work required it with all the bad people she goes up against.
You stood in the booth with the goggles and earmuffs on, arms extended in front of you with a 92FS-9mm pistol gripped tightly in your hand.
Lara guides you through the correct way to hold a gun and what position to take.
She laughs when you take your first ever shot and you stumble back a bit from the force of firing.
You glare at her playfully.
“Not all of us are badass experts!”
Eventually as you get better, Lara decides to step up your training and lets you shoot fake targets at croft Manor.
Lara does like to be cheeky sometimes and distract you like coming up behind you as you aim and gripping your hips, kissing your neck or whispering dirty and flirty things in your ear. She loves seeing you blush and get flustered while you’re trying to concentrate.
You know that cliche trope where they come up behind you to correct your posture and press themselves against your back and speak in such a hushed tone? yeah, that’s what she does.
Hand-to-hand combat
In addition to using guns, Lara will teach you basic self defense.
For two hours a day in the Croft Manor gym, Lara teaches you how to defend yourself and how to attack.
She’ll also set up a mini training course to help your endurance and fitness levels.
Although, more often then not, you’ll find yourself distracted by how good Lara looks in her crop top and gym shorts. Lara will use these moments to bring you to the floor, a smug smirk on her lips.
“falling for me already?”
“Screw you.”
No matter how hard Lara works you though, you always get a reward and praise.
Cue a steamy shower together that involves a little something else ;) or chilling on the couch snuggling while binging movies.
The first time you take Lara down, she is extremely proud of you.
When you’re practicing punches on the boxing bag, Lara circles you as she watches out for your form and when you least expect it, she’ll slap your butt as she walks passed.
#lara croft imagines#lara croft x reader#tomb raider imagines#lara croft#tomb raider#female x female
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pairing: Nct Dream x Reader [female]
genre/au: fluff | teeny bit of angst (to come) | enemies to lovers | Everyone is just a clueless bunch of weirdos, you get the drill… or so you thought.
warnings: slight swearing, immature content, underage drinking
A/N: its’s my first fanfic so no judgment lol | Jaemin is getting friskyyy | Longer Chp | here we go~
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You did end up regretting it. But not what you expected.
Your lips didn’t meet Jaemin’s, and a part of you was grateful. Something happened to you when you were with him, it was like the rest of the world didn’t exist. You could say anything to him, do anything with him, and there would be no consequences, no regrets. That of course, wasn’t true. The minute you left you regretted your explanation, your candidness of your emotions, your feelings that won you over. You regretted the ‘I care’. You did care, something inside of you was making that very clear. But you didn’t want to. You couldn’t even distinguish how you cared, or in what way.
There was a darkness, a greyness that inked his eyes, that told you to fall for him. There was a loss of control around him. You hated that. But most of all, you hated his ‘type’. His arrogance, his ego, his cockiness. Everyone always wants the ‘bad boy’, but not you. You craved someone who was good for you, someone who treated you right. Someone like Jeno. But Jaemin was confusing your thoughts, haunting your dreams. And you knew, that if you kissed him, those hazy shadowed dreams would come true. Sadly.
What you needed most right now, what you needed most whenever your emotions became too intimate, was space. You decided to take a step back from Jaemin that day. To take a step back from his bad influence, his dark, bitter eyes, his warmth. You didn’t like when your emotions became too inflamed, overly tenacious. For when your heart was aflame, it was all too easy to be swayed, by emotion, by luring eyes. You needed control, for if your feelings took over your power, took over your actions, you could make some very impulsive, unbearably regrettable decisions.
[7:09am]
You woke up to someone gently singing. A soft but hoarse voice. Lila.
‘How many people have the keys to my apartment??’
“Oh good your awake! Look Haechan’s party, we need-“
“Woah, Lila calm your shit okay, is that even today??”
Haechan’s parties were said to be unreal, and even that was an understatement. Crowds of people flowing in from anywhere to meet people, make bad decisions and have fun. No one knew anyone there, or barely anyone, and that’s what was so compelling. Haechan was basically a modern Gatsby in party terms. Of course, it would be amazing to let loose, have a drink, dance a bit. But you weren’t as sociable as Lila, and you couldn’t drink as much as Renjun.
Renjun used to be like you, a little bit shy yet speckled with gregarious traits. But he befriended Haechan last year, and since then he could chug a naggin of vodka like it was water. And as for Lila, put her in the middle of any social gathering and she’d shine. You just- you didn’t know where you’d fit in - at the party.
“Yes, yes it is. Sooo what are you wearing?”
“Wearing? If I’m going uhm jeans—”
She interrupted before you could finish, with a half-suppressed laugh emerging. “Oh no honey, it’s a Halloween party.”
Leave it to Haechan to throw a Halloween party 2 weeks early.
“I’ll see.” You spit out, eyes smiling as Lila’s beamed.
———
Sitting down, staring at the empty whiteboard, you could feel something on you. A stare. Someone’s eyes mesmerising your figure, capturing you intently. Your back burned from the glare. You turned around. Fast. In hopes of catching the culprit with smoldering eyes.
Haechan. What a surprise. He always knew how to catch one's attention.
He quirked his eyebrows and passed a note to you. Once you gripped it, you could tell Jeno was curious beside you. Peering intently into its contents.
‘You better come to the party. This is a personal invitation y/n.’
‘What a Gatsby move.’
You crumbled the note in one hand and shoved it into your bag, making sure both of them watched. He wasn’t going to influence your decision. If you were going, it would be for Lila, or for yourself. Not for some guy.
Your eyes gazed up to Jeno instinctively. He was focusing intently on the work on the board. ‘There has to be something beyond his smile’ you thought, ‘Eyes full of lust, some tantalising charm behind that innocence.’ Your blood warmed at the thought.
“So are you going?” his voice brought you back to reality.
You assumed he was on about Haechan’s party. “I don’t know” You chuckled lightly.
“You should.” His smile almost persuaded you, right there and then.
There was an attraction in his gaze, and you knew hoped he felt it too. You were falling deeper into the wrath of his smile, and you liked it. You wished nothing more than to reach over and fuse your smile with his. Nothing more than to simply talk with him, read with him, stay with him. Your feelings grew deeper and you hadn’t even noticed. Spending time with Jaemin really did confuse you. Little were you aware of how deep your feelings ran, in your veins, in your pulse. Little did you know how your tensions drowned away with the smile on his face. You weren’t an affectionate, sappy person, and you definitely weren’t good at expressing or understanding your emotions. Oh but only if you were. Haechan’s party would’ve gone a lot differently.
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Arriving home, you noticed Ten was already there. Sitting right in front of the television, remote control in his hand.
“How was school?” He asked, trying to act brotherly.
“Do you care?” you laughed.
“Not really.” and he smiled brightly. “You going to Haechan’s party?”
You shook your head. As much as you like socializing, reading a book snuggled up with chamomile tea in your hand definitely beat it. During your final class, you had reached the conclusion that you were not going. You didn’t see the point, and at home, you could catch up on many missed episodes of your new binge tv show. ‘They’ll be fine without me’.
lunalila560 : comin to Haechan’s?? [5:53]
imaginey/n :nahhh, too tired [5:55]
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[6:16]
A knock came from the door and in stepped Lila. She brought with her a huge blue gear bag filled with her most stylish clothes and makeup, because your most stylish clothes were probably your Christmas pajamas. She wore a short pink dress, with a black cropped denim jacket resting delicately on her shoulders. Black heels embraced her slender feet. Her hair was tied in two loose braids, with white glitter sprinkled casually over. Her makeup was classic with a dash of extra glitter to contrast. She was beautiful as always, and you were still in your pajamas, stuffing your face with popcorn as if watching a fashion show.
“Okay so…” she began. She held out a clothes hanger, your new Halloween costume hanging from it. “You’re coming, I don’t care what you say.”
You rolled your eyes but didn’t protest. Lila had clearly put effort into your costume, knowing fully well you would’ve actually worn jeans. She was always so organised like that.
“So what am I?” You sat on the edge of the couch, leaning into her beaming eyes, curious of her plans.
“Lara Croft.”
You nearly choked on air as your eyes filled with uncertainty. Ten chimed in with appreciation. You shook your head but she argued; “Just trust me.”
Lila knew you so well, too well in fact. The outfit was unarguably perfect for you. Not too revealing, comfortable, something you could dance in. She wanted you to wear shorts, but knowing you, she chose green cargo pants with a slit around the thigh instead.
She plaited your hair, pulling out the messy bits at the front. Made your makeup look effortlessly casual. Smeared brown paint like ‘dirt’ on your body and grey tank top. Tied a bandage around the slit in your pants as if you were injured. And of course, who could forget a (toy) gun in your hand. You couldn’t deny you actually liked it.
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Lila walked beside you up Haechan’s driveway, wearing her version of ‘Jessica Rabbit’. Your breath trembled. You could already hear the music. There were a few people outside. You were late, by approximately 2 hours, which meant the party already started. You gulped. Butterflies dancing in your stomach. No. Wasps, stinging.
By the time you had reached the porch, it was too late. Lila’s arm linked in yours preventing your escape. The sweat clammed your palms, and your armpits, which you prayed the dirt could hide the stains. Before Lila grabbed the doorknob, her eyes met yours. Telling you that it was going to be okay, that it was safe, that you should breathe. Little did she know the reason for your racing heart. But before you could blink, she pulled the door open, music shrieking in your ears.
The party was loud, real loud.
The house was beautifully designed, but there were way too many people to appreciate it. The place was crowded, people everywhere, streaming from the top of the stairs, out of the innumerable rooms up there, and people headed straight into the kitchen downstairs, or what you assumed was the kitchen. The lighting was dim, you could barely make out Lila’s face beside you. People were hanging over banisters, screaming, chanting. Music blaring, deafening your ears. And everyone was clearly very, very drunk.
Lila’s shout met your ear, yet you barely heard her; “Kitchen….drink?”
It didn’t matter for her hand tugged yours into a room, the kitchen. You bumped into everyone, dancing, laughing. You focused your eyes on the floor. You weren’t ready to recognise people yet. You needed alcohol for that. And lucky for you, you were nearly there.
You looked up when Lila came to a halt.
‘Holy shit.’
There wasn’t enough counter to hold all the bottles. From vodka to whiskey, it had everything. You didn’t know where to start. Lila did, however, as she shoved a cup filled with something in your hand. Before you knew it, you too were laughing. You were very nearly drunk on the atmosphere, on the music. You took a gulp of the vile concoction before you felt the heavyweight of a stare settling on you. That familiar glare. You quickly forgot about it as Lila refilled your drink. If anything was going to make this night easier, it was alcohol.
“You came!”
Renjun screamed beside you. He had a rather large glass in his hand.
“Ms.Croft.” He added, “enchante.”
A laugh escaped your mouth easily, “And what may you be?”
“Ayy matey, tis’ I, Jack Sparrow.” He completely failed the accent, but A for effort.
“How fitting.” you quirked your eyebrows, “a pirate always does have a drink in his hand.”
He bowed, his pirate hat falling off. Then, nearly collapsing on the floor with laughter. You couldn’t help but laugh with him.
Your eyes wandered to Lila who was already talking up a ‘Joker’.
The alcohol buzzed in your veins, your body warming up to its comfort. You followed Renjun to another lively room. He began chatting aimlessly with people, and you stood beside him. Your body swayed to the music, feeling looser than it did an hour ago. You were lost in conversation when a finger tapped your back. You turned to see Haechan, standing a touch too close.
“Pleasure to see you here.” His voice engulfed in lure.
“Pleasure to be here.” Words slipped easily.
“Nice gun.” He sniggered, eyes judging it but the smile on his face loving it. You held it out, pointing it at him. You pressed the trigger, releasing a pathetic squirt of water. His hands were up before you could attempt a wink.
He was dressed in a suit, a very Gatsy suit.
He held out a drink, one that smelled sweet accompanied by a strawberry floating on top. He winked, properly, as your hand grasped it. A wink followed by that carefree laugh. You spent some time with Haechan, talking about things you couldn’t remember, drinking things you couldn’t distinguish and dancing, as awfully as you’d imagined. The alcohol began to race, rush through you, bubbling, fizzing. You lost track of time, of faces, of songs.
“Have you seen Jeno?” you asked.
“Oh, lover boy? Nope.” he laughed
Your heart sagged just slightly. You reminded yourself that these parties last all night.
‘I’ll see him later.’
Yet again, you felt a set of eyes find you within the growing crowd. It wasn’t Haechan, you soon realised for you were with him, dancing. You scanned the room, but there was no one you recognised.
Until there he was, walking sauntering down the stairs, holding your gaze. His eyes wandered from yours to your ripped tank top, down to your boots. Taking in all of you. His stare full of deceit and depth, but none the less intoxicating. He stopped in front of you, looking down at you, into you. His teeth taunted his lip, bit his lip. A smirk pulling at the corner of his mouth. Haechan disappeared, everyone disappeared, as if it was only you and him in the room.
You pulled out your gun, a smile taking over your mouth. “Hands up, Jaemin.”
He did as he was told, hands following your order.
“And don’t you dare bite that lip.” You added, confidently.
You traced his outline. His body embraced by a black suit. A white shirt peeking out behind his blazer. A black bowtie drawing your eyes to his neck, and then back up to his gaze. While you were admiring his suit, he pulled his own gun out to point at you.
“Fair play.” he chuckled.
“What even are you?”
“You see, Ms.Croft” he began with that deep voice of his, “I was going to be your prince charming, but now, I’m your savior. It’s Jaemin, Na Jaemin.”
You couldn’t hold back a giggle as he winked. He surely was charming, but he was definitely no prince.
You forgot a lot, but the alcohol wasn’t going to let you forget how close you had been before. How close you had been to his bitten lip or his deceitful stare.
“Care for a drink?” he asked.
“Of course.” but this time it was you who winked.
It was when the drink met your lips that his head turned to the corner of the room. Yours followed. It was dark, you were borderline drunk, but you could always spot Jeno in a crowd.
You dropped your drink. Your breath hitched.
Jeno wasn’t smiling at you, he didn’t even notice you. He was too busy sticking his tongue down some girls throat. His hands roaming her body, his mouth desperate, his teeth tugging at her lip. He was on fire yet your eyes watched, like ice.
You knew there was a part of him that was aflame, seduction lurking inside of him, he just didn’t want to show you. Disappointment tugged at your heart. You wanted to look away, but you couldn’t. You were frozen. You didn’t feel jealous or hurt (maybe a little bit). You felt pathetic, stupid for letting yourself believe that even the tiniest part of him was interested in you. Stupid for beginning to like him.
His mouth tore away from her, taking in oxygen when his eyes found you. Found you staring right back at him, at the girl, at their intensity. You almost saw a dim speck of regret in his eyes, but it was too dark to be true.
You panicked, his eyes still watching you. You looked to the ground, and then to Jaemin. His expression changed, from understanding to pure desire. You inched closer, making sure Jeno’s eyes were locked on you. You closed the gap between your beating heart and Jaemin’s. He looked into your eyes as if he was searching for something. Temptation speckled his iris. His hot breath meeting your cheek. Control disappearing from your grip.
Slowly, the music faded and so did the crowd, so did Jeno. It felt like it was just you two in the room, alone, a fraction away from each other. Your heart raced, breath shaky. His mouth searched for your ear, his voice ragged; “You’ll regret this.”
You opened your mouth to speak when his lips crashed against yours. You pulled away for an instant to see lust overtaking his gaze. Then he devoured you, lips moving in rhythm. Body melting into his. You could taste the desperation in his mouth, feel the want on his tongue as it plunged down your throat. His breathy sounds taunted your ear. His hands worked their way around your body, feeling each crevasse, each line until they settled a bit lower than your waist. Pulling you impossibly closer. His teeth teased your lips. Your mouth felt bruised but you couldn’t let go.
His kiss was intoxicating. His passion ignited something in you. You couldn’t hold back a slight moan as his lips moved to your neck. Your fingers intertwined with his hair, pulling it. Want racing through your veins. His tongue demanding more of you, until you broke away, gasping for air. For a moment you tasted the alcohol on his breath, and it brought you back to reality.
His smirk settled on you again.
His mouth dived for your ear once more, nibbling slightly before his hoarse voice spoke.
“He’s still watching.”
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See you next time -> Wednesday 23rd xx
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Ships I Will Write Requests for as of January 17th, 2022
Ships Listed Are in No Particular Order
1. Robin x Regina (Once Upon a Time)
2. Happy x Toby “Quintis” (Scorpion)
3. Megan x Sylvester (Scorpion)
4. Paige x Walter (Scorpion)
5. Cabe x Allie (Scorpion)
6. Daphne x Simon (Bridgerton)
7. Anthony x Kate (Bridgerton)
8. Benedict x Sophie (Bridgerton)
9. Colin x Penelope (Bridgerton)
10. Violet x Edmund (Bridgerton)
11. Flynn x Eve (Librarians)
12. Jake x Mabel (Librarians)
13. Judson x Charlene (Librarians)
14. Diana x Steve (Wonder Woman)
15. Chloe x Jackson (Zoo)
16. Kaliis x Aurora (Aurora Rising book series)
17. Finian x Scarlett (Aurora Rising book series)
18. Cat x Tyler (Aurora Rising book series)
19. Saedii x Tyler (Aurora Rising book series)
20. Elizabeth x Will (Pirates of the Caribbean)
21. Jack x Angelic (Pirates of the Caribbean)
22. Thor x Jane (Thor)
23. Tony Stark x Pepper Potts (Avengers and Iron Man)
24. Loki x Sif (Thor)
25. Loki x Nebula (Thor and Guardians of the Galaxy crossover)
26. Ryder x Grace (The Grace Year novel)
27. Fletcher x Sylva (Summoner book series)
28. Clint Barton x Laura Barton (Avengers)
29. Wanda x Vision (Avengers and WandaVision)
30. Bruce x Natasha (Avengers)
31. Steve Rogers x Peggy Carter (Captain America)
32. Peter Quill x Gamora (Guardians of the Galaxy)
33. Scott x Hope (Ant-Man)
34. Fitz X Simmons (Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D.)
35. Coulson X May (Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D.)
36. Trip X Skye (Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D.)
37. Bobbi Morse X Lance Hunter (Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D.)
38. Killian Jones x Female OC (Once Upon a Time)
39. Will Scarlett x Anastasia (Once Upon a Time in Wonderland)
40. Gendry x Arya (Game of Thrones)
41. Tyrion x Shae (Game of Thrones)
42. Sanji x Nami (One Piece)
43. Zoro x Robin (One Piece)
44. Luffy x Vivi (One Piece)
45. Jonathan Joestar x Erina (Jojo’s Bizarre Adventures)
46. Joseph Joestar x Suzi Q. (Jojo’s Bizarre Adventures)
47. Mista x Female OC (Jojo’s Bizarre Adventures)
48. Kit x Ella (Cinderella 2015 version)
49. Joshua Faraday x Emma Cullen (Magnificent Seven 2016 version)
50. Vasquez x Female OC (Magnificent Seven 2016 version)
51. Gilbert x Anne (Anne with an E)
52. Diana x Jerry (Anne with an E)
53. Mary x Bash (Reign)
54. Leif x Claude (Reign)
55. Kili x Tauriel (Hobbit)
56. Claire x Owen (Jurassic World)
57. Mia x Nicholas (Princess Diaries)
58. Joe x Clarisse (Princess Diaries)
59. Maria x Georg (Sound of Music)
60. Lara Croft x Lu Ren (Tomb Raider 2018 movie version)
61. Maleficent X Diaval (Maleficent)
62. Kate X Daniel Forsythe (The Spirit of Christmas)
63. Tiger Lily X James Hook (Pan)
64. Westley X Buttercup (Princess Bride)
65. Chato X Grace (Suicide Squad)
66. Logan/Wolverine X Mariko (Wolverine)
67. Vlad X Mirena (Dracula Untold)
68. Will X Elizabeth (Pirates of the Caribbean)
69. Jack X Angelica (Pirates of the Caribbean)
70. Galavant X Isabella (Galavant)
71. Richard X Roberta (Galavant)
72. Gwen X Arthur (Merlin)
73. Gwen X Lancelot (Merlin)
74. Gwen X Merlin (Merlin)
75. Merlin X Morgana (Merlin)
76. Morgana X Male OC/Reader (Merlin)
77. Lancelot X Female OC/Reader (Merlin)
78. Marian X Robin Hood (Robin Hood BBC)
79. Will X Djaq (Robin Hood BBC)
80. Marian X Allan (Robin Hood BBC)
81. Allan X Djaq (Robin Hood BBC)
82. Ban X Elaine (Seven Deadly Sins)
83. Margaret X Gilthunder (Seven Deadly Sins)
84. Meliodas X Elizabeth (Seven Deadly Sins)
85. King X Diane (Seven Deadly Sins)
86. Arthur X Merlin (Seven Deadly Sins)
87. Ana X Alberto (Velvet)
88. Claire X Matt (Daredevil)
89. Lilette X Robbie (Rise)
90. Hardison X Parker (Leverage)
91. Nate X Sophie (Leverage)
92. John X Sara (Alienist)
93. Mary X Laszlo (Alienist)
94. Farkas X Female Dragonborn (Skyrim)
95. Vilkas X Lydia (Skyrim)
96. E’lara X Caddoc (Hunted: The Demon’s Forge)
97. Rime x Ember (Degrees of Separation)
98. Cody x May (It Takes Two)
99. Frank x Karen (Punisher)
100. Makoto x Abigail (Great Pretender)
101. Robb x Talisa (Game of Thrones)
102. Tadashi x MK (Big Hero 6 and Epic Crossover)
103. Eloise x Sir Phillip (Bridgerton)
104. Francesca x Michael (Bridgerton)
105. Hyacinth x Gareth (Bridgerton)
106. Gregory x Lucy (Bridgerton)
107. Okabe x Mayuri (Steins;gate)
108. Okabe x Kurisu (Steins;gate)
109. Edward x Elizabeth (White Queen)
110. Liam Jones x Elsa (Once Upon a Time fan pairing)
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Undercover {3} || Undercover Cop!Reader x Mobster!Bucky
Warnings: smut (18+), oral (female receiving), spanking + hair pulling(both brief), also brief knife use, fingering, language, more gun use, brief mentions of domestic violence, more church talk, talk of borderline stalking, talk of previous sexual stuff
Word Count: 4,903
Author's Note: yay yay yay, I'm loving writing this even though it takes like a century😂. I did warn that there might be some smut and I can guarantee it'll get deeper. I hope you guys enjoy and lemme know what you think! Also, when it mentions Frank Sinatra and Dean Martin, I was listening to “Blue Moon” and “Ain’t That A Kick In the Head.”
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"Forgive me father, for I have sinned." Bucky sighs out, adjusting his tie uncomfortably in the confessional. He was the type to convince people he'd burst into flames stepping into a church. At least six out of the seven deadly sins he committed on a daily basis and staring up at the marble statues of the holy man made him remember all the times he'd stare at a similar statue in the church he and his family used to attend. His mom would sit beside him and ramble prayers while he looked up at the statue of God with his eyes closed, hands pressed together, hair draped over his shoulders and wonder why his mother even believed in him when he'd done nothing for them.
"Obviously you have Mr. Barnes, why else would you come to me?" The older man rasped out with a chuckle. Leaning back against the jagged wooden wall behind him, both it and the bench beneath him creaked at his weight. Bucky played with the end of his suit jacket, wondering what his next words should be. He shook his head,
"I fucked up. I think I'm turnin into my dad."
"James-"
"No I know, language, I just... I'm seriously... I'm terrified." The father beside him shifted in his chair, waiting for Bucky to continue on his own demise,
"I... I... hurt her." He muttered under his breath, his gaze drifting down to the warped wood of the floor, his stomach tearing away at itself. Picking at his nails he sighed,
"She's a cop and I can tell she's got...somethin for me. I brought my arch nemesis to her apartment and she let me touch her, she let me... kiss her and then she teases me. And when she came back I just... grabbed her and I hurt her. She cried and I let her walk away and she's probably got bruises and she's probably terrified." Bucky hung his head,
"What do I do?" He spoke low. He knew what Father Slater's question would be. He knew damn well where his own question would lead but he was desperate. He'd never fallen so hard, so fast. He let himself stumble over you and now here he was not knowing what to do with himself. He was so focused on the little cat and mouse game you'd been playing that he didn't realize how bad it'd get when the cat captured the mouse and dove back into the carnivorous ways of life.
"Do you love her?" Father Slater quizzed. The silence bouncing between them answered the question. Father Slater smiled to himself, leaning forward to look through the small gate separating them,
"All you have to do is show her. Apologies are just words. If you hurt her unintentionally you'll have to show her. Make her see that everything you've put her through is your way of coping with what you went through as a child. You're not your father James. You're stronger and I can feel how much you love her. You don't have to say it. She's different. There's nothing wrong with liking that." Looking up, he found Father Slater's strangely calm blue eyes,
"How? How do I...?" He held his hands up, gesturing to the air around them. The father's smile didn't fade, his face going unmoved when he responded,
"Give her time. Give her enough time that she can heal. But don't give her enough time to move on. You'll know when the time is right." Bucky stared back at him, his brain processing everything Father Slater had just said. Without meaning to, he nodded, his heart far ahead of him. He desperately wanted to chase you down. Drop to his knees and confess his apologies. Pour his heart out and maybe play a sympathy card. But if he needed to give you even a glint of time, he would.
Davis watched you tear yourself apart. You didn't have to say anything when you walked in Monday morning. Stark in a cell and the yellowing bruises around your wrists told him all he needed to know. He could see when he caught your eye how bad it was. He had been right. You were in love with Bucky and now that he'd hurt you, you were stuck between a rock and a hard place. You wanted Bucky to hold you but you didn't want him to touch you. You wanted to come home to him but you wanted him to stay far away. The decision was hard and you were constantly at war with yourself, unsure of where you stood now that everything had unfolded the way it did. The worst part was how bad you missed him. Curling yourself around a pillow on a nightly basis, you cried yourself to sleep, chest heaving and struggling to breathe. Davis didn't dare ask but he was more than curious as to how something that seemed so strong could widle away to nothing in less than twenty four hours. When you came into work every morning you monitored calls and skimmed through case files, your eyes dark and haunting, cold even, bags under them telling Davis you hadn't slept much in the two weeks no words had transpired between the two of you. He loved the sound of your voice. He loved the jokes and the smile and the laugh omitted from your cotton candy colored lips, but he wasn't hearing any of it. He realized then how hard Barnes had done you in. He didn't need to know the gory details and he wasn't sure he even wanted to know, but he wanted to help you get through it. He wanted you happy again.
Bucky was contemptuous of the relationship you and Davis had. He watched you from the alley across from the precinct. When Davis stirred up conversation finally, the two of you were close in proximity, Bucky's blood boiling whenever Davis reached forward to trace your arm, rubbing the back of your hand with his thumb. The look in your eye didn't tell Bucky anything but the smile was deviously flirtatious. You were never one to favor being alone and now here you were, trying to get back into the swing of living without Bucky. But Bucky wasn't going to give up on the both of you. He felt territorial over you and he wasn't going to let the feelings die down. He wanted so badly to walk you home when you left the precinct. Most times it was dark and he didn't want you getting scared or captured. Not that you would with a gun tucked in the waistband of your pants. But if he wanted it to go well, he needed to listen to Father Slater and give you time. But only a few more days. So he did.
Another week was checked off on the calendar and Davis found that you grew more anxious, neither of you knowing why. You weren't expecting anything. You weren't waiting for a date or another night to progress into going down to the dark side of town where Bucky's club was the heart of nightlife. Maybe it was just the thought of him in general. Either way your nerves were through the roof and it couldn't be explained. Almost two weeks after the bruises had appeared you found yourself returned mostly to normal. You were a cop on duty and that was that. Pulling gang members in cuffs in and throwing the local drinks in the tanks to listen to them whoop and holler and sing old hymns all night. If you'd throw them a metal cup they might rap it against the bars of their cells and share stories of prostitutes and losing all their money. But something was off and the only thing you could think about was how high wired you were. Carefully walking through the lobby of your apartment building, you were aware of all the neighbors you'd seen waltzing the hallways but only shared an elonged glance and a curt smile when spotted. As a cop it was your duty to survey the surroundings and know everyone without knowing them. Some of the older folks had figured you out and when you'd give your usual kind smile, they'd crinkle their noses and a rumble would rise in their chest at the bulge of a glock 22 at your back. They figured that at any moment you could pull it and turn bad, ending their lives behind some yellow caution tape and some fingerprinting from the local crime lab. But you walked away, taking your hair down in the elevator most of the time.
Climbing into the elevator you snort, remembering the comment Davis had made about you looking like Lara Croft with your hair tied up and your outfit. You could see it now. You hair was pulled back into its usual braid, but like always there were a few hairs that framed your face. Your typical outfit was a white tank and some black cargo pants paired with the usual black magnum response boots. And you carried a duffel bag with your cuffs, pepper spray, taser, and standard coat with the precinct's badge on it. Plus whatever personal belongings you decided to bring along from your locker.
Stepping off of the creaky elevator, the smell of cooking food wafted from one of the apartments making your stomach groan in anticipation. You cocked your head when you stepped closer to your own warped door, Frank Sinatra softly playing just the other side of it. Pulling you gun out, the door clicked open with no resistance, the smell from the hallway striking you in the face, the music louder with no barrier between it and your ears. Following the commotion to the kitchen, Bucky looked up, staring down the barrel of your gun for just a moment before looking into your eyes and then back at the stove,
"That's one hell of a, honey I'm home, doll." Keeping the weapon pointed at his head, you drop your bag,
"What the hell are you doing here Barnes?" As if it was the most obvious thing in the world, he lifted the pan in his hands,
"Makin dinner." You clench your jaw, taking a weary step forward,
"But why? Didn't I tell you to fuck off last time we spoke?" He scoffed,
"Hardly. I just grabbed ya a little too hard. Like you could keep me away." He speaks low, the speaker in the corner now chiming out Dean Martin. Bucky hums to it, rolling his fallen sleeves back up. Rather than the casual all black suit, he's wearing a similar outfit of a floral shirt and a similar tie, his slacks as black as the coat draped across the chair behind him. The same, polished oxford shoes clinging to his feet. You had yet to see Bucky's arms, veins protuberant beneath his tan, calloused skin. His shoulders stretched the silk tight across them with each movement. Especially when he turns to look you over, his eyebrow cocked,
"Lost in that pretty little head again doll?" Sighing, you set the Glock on the table before you, slumping into the hard chair,
"How do you keep getting in my house?" Turning away from the stove, he cocks his head like a puppy struggling to understand,
"Its not that hard to pick a lock babe."
"Quit calling me all of your pet names Barnes. You're lucky I don't want my neighbors thinkin I'm a killer. I'd lay you out right here, rid this world of your sketchy ass. " Raising his hands in surrender, he turns the flame off, pouring the delicious smelling chicken into a large bowl. Bowing down to open the now freakishly small oven before him, he crumples himself to drag a tray of vegetables from it, scraping them off into the same bowl,
"What are you making?" He glances your direction for just a moment before tending to another pot, steam billowing from it as he lifts the lid from it, the flame snuffing out as Bucky determines the mystery food cooked enough,
"Chicken stir fry. Green beans, sweet peas, asparagus, cashews, mushrooms, red peppers, and onion glazed in a garlic ginger soy sauce with honey, chicken, boiled in the same sauce, and noodles... just to add some more starch to it." The idea of the dish has your mouth watering despite never having had it, and Bucky can tell you're intrigued. Straining the noodles of the water, you watch Bucky carefully add them to the bowl, pulling out two wooden spoons to stir it all together.
"I- I don't have that stuff... where'd you-"
"I brought it. I figured you're probably sick of microwave food and takeout so I flipped through my ma's old recipe book. When I was a little kid this one was my favorite. She stopped making it around the time my dad left. I think it was his favorite too and the idea of making something so familiar to him left a bad taste in her mouth. So I figured I'd try it out for myself." With a shrug, he scoops some of the mixture up, guiding it over to your mouth. You stomach flips the second it hits your tongue, the taste like nothing you've ever experienced before. He's completely right, you've grown so used to, and sick of TV dinners that an actual homecooked meal is the best thing ever. The corners of Bucky's lips twitch when you moan in satisfaction,
"Good?" You nod, watching as he opens creaky cabinets, a range of emotions crossing his face until he finds what he's looking for, pulling two bowls from a musty smelling compartment. Rinsing the dust out of them, he scoops some of his concoction into one, sliding it across the table to you, dishing some up for himself. Stooping to pluck two beers from your fridge, he sits across from you, the old banquet chair beneath him creaking from the weight of his muscular figure. He nearly breaks the dark bottles as he twists the caps off of the beers with his bionic hand, sliding one across the table with no words said. Sipping his own, his eyes flick to your face when you take your first full bite, your own eyes trained on the bowl before you. After a few warm spoonfuls, you look up, watching Bucky pick at his food.
"Why did you come here?" Your soft, silken voice makes his heart skip a beat. He looks up, your eyes dark under the low light in the dingy kitchen. He licks his lips, leaning back in his chair with a sullen sigh,
"I've never been one to be... moved by a woman before. Girls come in and out of that club and no one's struck my eye. But you. When you walked in all those weeks ago, I didn't know that I'd be so... affected by you. You're all I can think about most times. I mean hell... I went to church over you."
"You went to church?"
"Well," he smiles when you cock your head curiously, "I uhh... no. The priest at the church my ma used to take us to gives me advice in one of those confessionals. I swear he thinks I'm like a celebrity. All the drama he hears me talk about." There's a wheeze in his chuckle as he twirls his fork in the center of his bowl. He crosses one arm over the other, the soft looking fabric of his shirt stretching taunt across his biceps. Finally he raises his fork, a noodle gyred around the worn metal, a small piece of chicken speared at the end which he brings to his perfect mouth. You watch his jaw constrict each time he chews,
"So... what did you tell this priest about me?" Bucky found your eyes transfixed on the bowl before you, a sure sign you were nervous. He wasn't sure if it was because of what he would've said or what he wouldn't have said. He swallowed his own nerves,
"I uhh... I just told him everything that had happened. He told me that I needed to give you time. Enough time that you can... heal but not enough that you'll..." He trails off, your eyes finding his face, his eyes averted this time,
"I'll what?" He doesn't respond, twirling his fork again. You set your own aside, clasping your hands together, "Bucky... what was said?" When he looks up, you can see the uncertainty in his eyes. He's at war with himself like he always is when it comes to you and he can't stand it. Everything that he's said about you is true. He's a different man when you're there. He feels like he's working towards something, for something even.
"He... he said that I need to give you time to heal but not enough time to fall out of love with me." He speaks up quietly like a child prepared to get scolded. You stare back at him, his eyes averting back down to his nearly untouched food.
"He said that?" Bucky nods with a sigh, piercing another piece of chicken and lazily bringing it to his lips.
"What makes him think I'm in love with you?" He rolls his eyes like it's another obvious thing,
"Because his father was the original priest and when my ma would take us kids in there he could tell no one loves me. My dad used to beat the shit out of all of us and he could tell that I was so angry, I'd never focus on something like this. I don't wanna bring kids into this fucked up world. And we all thought that I'd never even find someone willing enough to BE in love with this but here you are. If I keep comin up here, and you don't kick me out and you feed into me, then you've got somethin for me too."
"Wait... are you sayin that you're... in love with me?" He looks up through slanted eyes, clearly annoyed even though he'd just practically admitted it. Slowly his head bobs in a nod,
"I think so." You scoff,
"So you're both fucking insane." When Bucky looks back up, he looks confused and hurt,
"The hell is that supposed to mean?"
"Bucky Barnes doesn't love anyone but himself. That's the point." He scoffs,
"Fuck you. I pulled my ma's recipe book out of the back of my fucking kitchen cupboard for you. What does that mean to you?" You shrug,
"Seems like you're tryin to get fuckin arrested to me." His laugh is labored, yours truly humored,
"I'm being serious."
"So am I! Bucky... you just said that you'd never love anyone-"
"But I went to fucking church over you! I'm not even sure I fucking believe in God and I went to church to talk about my feelings for you. That's harsh." His eyes coruscate, darting between your own, watching you purse your lips,
"So you think that breaking into my house and shaking me up and going to church means you're in love with me?"
"I break into your house for all the right reasons. And as far as shaking you up... I should never put hands on you. I get angry and ahead of myself and I'm sorry. And as far as going to church goes... I go to get advice and I went to get advice on you. Ever since that first night you walked in my club, it wasn't about the money or the guns, or even Stark... it was about you. And this cat and mouse game is pretty sexy. I like gettin the run around, but I do want you." Picking at the leftover noodles and vegetables in the bowl in front of you, you sigh,
“I’m still not convinced.” His jaw clenches when he finds your eyes. You can see all the raw emotion he has yet to control course through them,
“Are you fucking kidding me?” You shake your head, an eyebrow quirking in jest. His jaw clenches and unclenches, his nostrils flaring,
“Nope, I don’t believe you. I think you need to do something to… prove it to me.” Cocking his head, he finally realized where you're going,
“Oh yeah?” You nod, the corners of Bucky’s lips twinge, his now lust blown pupils following you as you stand and round the table, throwing your left leg over his broad thighs. Scooting his bowl out of your way, you sit on the table in front of him, his lips turned up in a demonic smile. You bat your lashes, resting back on your hands,
“You said you wanted me didn’t you Barnes?” He slowly nods, an aroused grunt leaving his throat when you bite your lip. Reaching up, you loosen your hair, shaking out the creases from the hair tie. Licking your lips and leaning forward, you slide into his lap, tingles breaking out across your skin,
“Show me.” You purr, Bucky’s breath catching in his throat. Shifting his head, he looks down at your lips before the algid metal of his hand is rested on your neck just over your hair, holding you in place as he leans in, his lips dancing against yours. You reach up, your heart pounding as you caress his stubbled jaw. Without breaking the steamy, passionate kiss, he sets you back on the table, pulling away for a brief moment to tug your tank top over your head. Just then, you realize what you’ve gotten yourself into, vulnerability raking over your body. But Bucky doesn't seem to mind. Molding your soft hips in his hands, he growls, leaning in to kiss the skin of your exposed breasts. Reaching behind you, a new burst of goosebumps breaks out across your body as Bucky unclasps your bra, pulling it off and tossing it aside.
“Ah fuck.” Bucky gasps out, his eyes wandering the supple skin of your exposed torso. Glued to an aged scar across your ribs, he finds your eyes again,
“What’s this from sugar?” With his lips tickling your skin, you suck in a deep breath,
“Knife. Tac Force 809. Asshole pulled it on me my first week on the job.” He chuckled,
“Wanna meet my 119 Buck?” You groan when he reaches in his inside coat pocket, drawing the six and a half inch bladed knife from it, he chuckled darkly, dragging it around one of your hardened nipples. Throwing your head back, you moan, spurring Bucky on. He reaches out, popping the three buttons on your pants open and drawing back to drag the material down your legs, disregarding your underwear trapped in them,
"Fuck you're gorgeous dollface." He's never seen anything more beautiful. You're laying, sprawled out before him, your legs spread around his wide body, your pussy glistening for him. If he's completely honest, he's convinced you're an angel. Picking the knife up again, he listens to you squawk as he drags the cold metal against your thighs,
"So beautiful baby. You want me to prove I'm in love with ya?" You nod vigorously, his eyes twinkling in mischief. He quirks an eyebrow,
"Naughty, naughty girl. Didn't you wanna arrest me? Look who you're sprawled out for now. You're being a very bad girl... what would your superior think."
"Bucky please! I need you." He chuckled, reaching up to rub your shoulders before laying you back across the table, standing between your spread thighs. He molded your breasts in his hands, taking his time to explore your bare chest, heaving under his touch,
"Barnes, this isn't convincing me." He shrugged,
"I wanna get accustomed to this perfect body babydoll. For next time."
"Assuming there is one." You gasp out, the contrast of Bucky's right hand, rough, calloused flesh and his left, smooth, cold metal breaking your body out in a new fit of tingles as he runs them down the expanse of your bare skin. He nips at the flesh of your bellybutton before sitting in his chair again and licking his lips. You anticipate his next move, biting your lip as he runs his hands down your legs, grasping them tightly and tossing them over his shoulders, dragging you closer. You practically scream when he dives in, grasping the table beneath you in your hands as he slides his warm tongue across your clit and back down to your entrance. Bucking your hips up into his face, you whimpered, a growl bubbling up from his throat, his hand coming up to rest in your abdomen,
"Hold still baby." Glancing down at him, he quirked an eyebrow, leaving your thigh draped over his shoulder and slipping his right hand between your legs, rubbing his thumb across your clit. The way you reacted to him, he could tell it'd been a while since you were touched. You were so focused on your work, dedicated to bringing the bad guys in that you hadn't been with anyone in a long while. Slipping two fingers inside you, you squealed, arching your back off the table. Bucky's heart fluttered, his fingers curling to find that spot inside you while he leaned in to suck your clit into his mouth,
"Oh fuck Barnes." He growled when you reached down to tug his hair, your fingers gliding through the long strands effortlessly. You moaned and purred beneath him, your head thrown over the other side of the table, your thighs trapping Bucky's head in between them. Darting his fingers in and out of you quickly, you panted as the pressure in your lower stomach grew and grew, your orgasm fast approaching now that the beast had laid dormant for so long. Growling, he shook his head, his teeth grazing your clit causing a squeal to leave your mouth, your hand flying back to grasp the table but swatting your beer bottle in the process, the dark brown bottle shattering against the floor. Neither of you paid mind, the waves of your orgasm growing to crash against the shore. Bucky focused on getting you there, his eyes locked on your blissed out face when you brought yourself to your elbows. Taking one in his hand, he drug you into his lap, the rough polyester of his pants giving you the extra rush, propelling your orgasm forward as you grasped both of Bucky's arms in your hands,
"Bucky!" You whined, his thumb roughly brushing over your clit as two fingers hastened inside you.
"You gonna cum for me babydoll?" You nodded, digging your nails into his arm,
"Yes, fuck!" He chuckled, leaning in to suck a dark mark into your neck,
"Cum for me." You panted, rocking against his hand. He growled, rearing back to swat at your bottom,
"Cum for me now." Tipping your head back you moaned, your eyes squeezed tight as he gripped your ass in his palm, molding it into the metal for just a moment before slipping up your back to grasp your hair. Giving a gentle tug, he latched to your breast, nibbling at your bud,
"Now!" He growled again, your body responding immediately as the coil in your belly snapped and your orgasm spilled over like a tsunami. You buried your face in the silk shirt smelling of the same sweet, tangy cigars you would imagine hefty businessmen smoking when they went to spend thick stacks of cash at a strip club. You practically screamed into him, a satisfied hum leaving your throat,
"Good girl." His metal hand rested at your back, smoothing over the skin as he cuddled you into him, your orgasm ebbing away. He laid his head against yours, reaching up to stroke your hair. He felt odd. All of the other women that he'd help get off wouldn't do anything for him. He'd either tell them to leave or go do paperwork right after. A quick fix was all he needed most times but now here he was, your bare body in his lap, having not gotten off, and a rock hard cock straining in his pants and he could care less. Your face, completely blissed out comforted him and he wanted nothing more than to walk you up to your bedroom and fall asleep with you in his arms. No matter how dangerous it was. He needed you like air in his lungs and he didn't care how formidable he was of losing you to an enemy. He was more afraid of you leaving on your own demise. But sitting in his lap, you knew you couldn't go anywhere. Not with how your heart pounded out against his own broad chest. How protected you felt in his presence.
Taking your face in his hands, he glared deeply into your eyes, his pupils blown black as night in the leftover lust coursing through his veins. Reaching up to hold his wrists, he brought you down to kiss his lips softly, your hands slipping to the back of his neck to taste more of him. He held you close, hands pressed tight against your shoulder blades. When he drew back, you leaned in to kiss his jaw, sucking his fingers into your mouth. His eyes darted from your lips to your own dark eyes, his tongue coming out to wet his own before he spoke up,
"Believe me now?"
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Hurt What's Mine
[Shadow of the Tomb Raider] Lara Croft x Female Reader
Word Count: 8.05k
Proofread: No
Content Warnings: Language, mentions of blood, heavy descriptions of gore and death, hospitalization, brief mention of medication
Categories:
Angst Fluff Mix
One-Shot Preference Headcanon
[A/N]: Thank you for 170+ followers! I've got a couple of people who have requested things through my inbox, and I'm hoping I'll be able to answer them soon! I will be open to requests soon, but there are a few more characters I want to write for ahead of time so it's easier to get an idea of what fandoms I'm open to. If you sent in a request, thank you! Once I've posted for a bit longer, I'll upload the masterlist I've made as well as the rules for requesting, then I'll answer requests!
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Amongst the loud snapping of twigs combined with the rustling of the leaves overhead, softened chatter could be heard throughout the entrance to the forest. The sky, which had been painted warm shades of red and orange mere moments before, had grown murky with hues of purple and black. Small stars illuminated the sky as it grew darker, bright pools of light poking through the inky atmosphere to aid the moon in flooding the landscape with a soft glow. In accompaniment with the darkness seemingly swallowing up the woodland area that Lara and [Y/N] wandered into, a harsh breeze rushed through the air.
As the two walked deeper into the forest, Lara made sure to reach over when coming across drywood and break it free from the ground, tucking it under her arm. After seeing her do this, [Y/N] mirrored her actions and began to gather wood as well. The two had decided they’d head into the nearby forest to gather kindling for the fire they planned to build back at camp. There, Jonah was waiting, sorting through his supply of herbs and a small flask of water he’d said he would use to stir up a broth of sorts that would help all three stay warm for the night. The only problem being there was no fuel for a fire nearby, so both women volunteered to scavenge for some together.
It had taken quite a while to make it to the woodland area safely, but the conversation they had struck up with each other managed to keep the journey bearable. Thankfully, Lara had remembered to snatch her makeshift machete before heading out. Using the sharpest part of the rusted blade, she sliced through the brush that obstructed their path, allowing them to meander forward with a partial trail behind them.
Soon enough, neither of them were able to carry more of the drywood they came across. With a huff, Lara spun on her heel and jutted her chin toward the path she had made. “We should head back. We can always come back later if we need to gather more.” [Y/N] nodded, trailing behind the brunette as she led the way. A few minutes passed in silence, both women focused on not tripping over the loose roots or pebbles that littered the dampened blades of grass. Ultimately, as they neared the halfway point of the path, [Y/N] decided to break the silence.
“God, I���m glad we haven’t had any run-ins with Trinity. Those guys are a huge pain in the ass,” she complained. At her words, the corners of Lara’s lips perked up into an amused smirk. “Yeah, they are. We still need to keep our guard up, though. There weren’t any traces of them following us here, but that’s been the case the last couple of times as well. They’ve got the wrong motives, but they’re clever, and they know how to handle stealth operations.”
A grimace painted [Y/N]’s features as she nodded in response. “Yeah, I guess that’s true.” Silence once again fell upon them, allowing their senses to return to the sound of their own footsteps beneath them as they staggered ahead. While they recalled the way they came from, they struck up another conversation with one another, trying to keep the mood light in the eeriness that made itself known between the towering trees. It seemed to work–both felt more at ease as they chatted away. Merely a moment seemed to pass, however, before a loud clamp echoed throughout the area, followed by a ticking and whirring noise nearby.
Before either had time to react and understand what had happened, Lara flew backward with a holler and collapsed onto the ground. She was yanked forward once she made contact with the soil. The whirring noise returned, louder this time, and she was soon dangling high in the air by her foot. She groaned, her ears ringing and vision blurry from the way her head had bashed against the floor. Her eyes were pinched tightly shut, though her hand instinctively reached for her belt to find her gun.
Squinting and blinking her eyes rapidly, Lara managed to clear her view. All at once, she could make out what had happened. Just a few feet away, [Y/N]’s leg had been caught in a similar trap, but she wasn’t conscious enough to try and escape. Lara’s arm whipped forward to take aim, watching with a newfound sense of terror as a horde of shielded soldiers, clad in black, swarmed forward to the two. Even as she struggled to steady the hand that she gripped the gun harshly with, Lara began to fire warning shots, striking several of the soldiers and watching them plummet to the ground in waves.
A few that hadn’t been shot dashed toward [Y/N] and took hold of her limp arms. They hollered at each other to get her down, using her as some sort of human shield to avoid being killed as well. Upon seeing them grab the unconscious girl, the blood pumping from adrenaline underneath Lara’s skin lit aflame with fury and a desire to defend. Her aim became far more accurate, more fatalities becoming visible as she fired away at them, a wolf’s snarl lacing her words as she bellowed at them to leave her alone.
She knew she just needed to get enough of them down so she could break free from the pulley that tightened the rope around her ankle to a painful degree. If she could do that, she could protect [Y/N] and help her flee. A false spark of hope flushed through her veins as she noticed she had cleared most of the squad, the lie of it evident as her clip ran empty and more men emerged from the distance. She cursed at herself, her hands unsteadily flying back up to her belt to find another magazine and reload. As she struggled with fiddling her pack open to search, she failed to register the sound of thundering footsteps nearing her from behind.
Finally, she pulled a clip free with a small huff of relief. She let her empty mag drop to the ground, flicked upward with the new one to reload, then cocked the hammer back before taking aim. A single bullet fired from the barrel, and everything went black.
Everything seemed to come back at once–every sense flowing forward and overwhelming Lara’s mind. A muffled groan slipped past her lips as she managed to lift her head. Entirely unaware of her bearings, her eyes flitted around in confusion, unable to see with her eyes wide open. She jerked her arms forward, hoping to grab hold of whatever fabric covered her face, only to feel cold steel dig harshly into the skin on her wrists. She hissed in pain, wriggling for a moment as she tried to understand what had happened.
Her focus returned to what she could feel. She had been chained to something, though it was hard to make out exactly what it was. Against her back, she could feel jagged wood scratching at her scarred skin each time she moved. Her arms encircled whatever it was she was pinned up on. Piecing things together, she figured she had been cuffed to a wooden beam somewhere. That didn’t explain where she was, though. Aside from the village she and the others had passed through once they arrived, there were no structures of any kind as far as she could tell. Had one of the villagers turned and taken her hostage?
She could feel the frigid grated steel beneath her, which confirmed she had to be somewhere else. The ground in the homes of the village had been purely dirt and tattered cloth.
Then where the hell was she?
What had happened before she blacked out?
“Oh, look who’s up from her nap,” a booming voice called out, pulling Lara from her thoughts. Her head shot up, a quick yelp of pain greeting her as her head throbbed from the sudden motion. “Who the hell are you? Where am I? Where’s [Y/N]?” She couldn’t recall what she had been through beforehand, though some part of her told her she needed to defend herself regardless. A deep chuckle rumbled nearby before the owner of the previous voice stepped closer. Lara braced herself for a hit, fighting back a flinch when gloved fingers gripped the top of what had been obstructing her view and tugged upward.
She squinted with a hiss as the overhead lights flashed their way into her eyes, effectively blinding her for a moment. As her vision cleared and adjusted, she jerked her head to the side to face whoever had granted her the ability to see again. A moment hardly passed before her face contorted with anger: her brows furrowed tightly together, practically knitting themselves as one, her jaw clenching as her teeth ground painfully against each other.
“Who the fuck are you?” She snapped. Quickly, her outrage completely replaced the feeling of distress, only worsening when her gaze flickered down to see Trinity’s emblem stitched into the man’s tactical vest. He laughed, tossing the woven bag that had been tied around her head to the side. “You don’t need to know who I am, but I certainly know who you are.” He grinned, then reached behind Lara to pick something up from behind the pillar. Briefly after, he leaned back again, dangling her tactical belt tauntingly in front of her, still fully equipped with all of her weapons.
Her eyes widened a fraction at the sight, instinctively flying down to find and confirm that she had indeed been stripped of her only means of defense in this position. Immediately, she knew she needed to free herself. With the methods she had been taught after tussling with offenders before, she knew she could easily wrestle this man to the ground and overpower him. With her arms restrained, however, she could only fight back at an infuriatingly close range.
He seemed to notice the stress that had returned to Lara’s mind, letting out another cackle at her misfortune. He stood, twisting his torso far enough to hurl the belt over the railing. As he made his way over to squat in front of her again, she took this opportunity to look around. She had been right: she was chained to a wooden support beam, and she was seated against steel. Through the holes in the grated plates, she could see she was far up off the ground, at least three or four stories high.
Looking up, she could see layers of other platforms above, towering to an ungodly height. Dropping her gaze back down, the platform she was on curved around a circular building just behind her, and ahead of her, a long metal bridge stretched out to connect to an identical structure. As her eyes focused in on a figure across the platform, her blood ran cold, wishing she hadn’t recognized what was happening.
Everything that had happened before she ended up here came flooding back. The forest, the traps, the soldiers, everything. Now separated, [Y/N] was similarly cuffed to a pillar. Her binds seemed tighter, red lines already formed on her wrists as though she had been struggling against them for a while. For the first time since making it to the town, Lara felt genuine fear. Had they already hurt [Y/N]? Had they forced her to give away where Jonah was?
“[Y/N]!”
“Ah, so you noticed,” the man voiced, bringing her attention back to him. Shakily, she lifted her head, She screamed at herself, willing her voice into intimidation. “Let her go. She has nothing to do with this.” Internally, she cursed at the way her voice wavered and cracked.
The man grinned devilishly, shaking his head. “You don’t get it, do you? The moment you brought her here, you forced her to be a part of this. Like it or not, she has everything to do with this.” He leaned forward, blocking her view of [Y/N] and forcing her to look him in the eye. “It’s your fault.” Bringing his hand to his chin, he glanced up and mockingly pretended to think. “I suppose the saying, “like father like daughter,” is true after all. Wouldn’t you say so?”
At the mere mention of her father, a concoction of emotions bubbled beneath the surface of Lara’s skin. Even so, she forced her expression to remain stern. “Don’t you fucking talk about him.” Once again, she was met with a laugh.
A soldier that had been stationed nearby stepped closer to the two, concern laced in his tone. “Sir, shouldn’t we be careful? She’s taken out half of our men already, and most of it was entirely on her own.” The man in front of Lara rolled his eyes and stood, giving a small shrug. “Relax, I’m just having a bit of fun. There’s nothing she can do like this,” he gestured toward her. “With respect,” the soldier started, “she’s gotten out of tougher situations. Maybe we should–”
In an instant, the man, who Lara assumed was the captain at this point, whipped his gun from its holster on his hip and stood. He flicked his arm upward and pointed the barrel directly against the soldier’s forehead, prompting him to freeze. “I’ll fucking take care of it, you got it? All I’m gonna do is get her to tell me a few things, then we’ll blow both of their brains out, then be on our way. Stop me like that again, and the first round will go through your thick skull. Understand?”
Quickly, the soldier nodded and stepped back to his station. “Yes, sir.”
The captain then tucked his gun away. He turned and made a motion with his head to the group across the bridge. Lara glanced behind him to see what was happening, only to panic further as they crouched beside [Y/N], who flinched away at their touch. “Don’t touch her!” She screamed, thrashing violently against her restraints.
“Oh, don’t worry,” the captain teased, crouching down in front of her again to look her in the eye. “As long as you answer some questions, we won’t hurt her anymore.” Anymore. That word bounced through Lara’s head as she barely managed to notice that [Y/N]’s skin was littered with bruises and cuts. She swallowed hard, glaring at him. “What do you want? What questions?” He again acted as though he was deep in thought. “Well, for starters, you could tell me where the artifact you're looking for is.”
She scoffed. “So what? You can use it to wipe out humanity? Like you tried to do with the Divine Source?” The captain forced a smile. His hand lifted from his side and made a motion toward the group behind him. Lara watched, horrified, as one soldier used all his strength to kick [Y/N] in the stomach, another grabbing a fistful of her hair and slamming her head back against the pillar. She cried out in pain, desperately trying to free herself.
“Like I said, tell me what I want to know, and she won’t get hurt.”
Lara practically growled at him when she spoke. She ordered him to call the group back, threatening to make his death hell if he didn’t comply. “What do you think you can do? Can’t exactly kill me while you’re stuck here.” She scowled, her fingertips tapping at the chains in search of the padlock. Her arm shimmied a bit, allowing one of her hairpins to slip from the cuff of her sleeve and into her hand that she kept tucked away for situations exactly like this.
As she fiddled with trying to find the padlock, the captain continued to hound her with questions.
“Where’s your camp? I know you brought someone else here too.” She shuddered at the thought of Jonah being dragged into this as well. “I don’t know. I don’t even know where the hell I am, and you expect me to remember how to get back?” Another motion was made, prompting another harsh punishment to be given to [Y/N]. Lara shouted her name, begging her to hold on and promising she’ll get the two of them out.
The captain scoffed and crossed his arms. “Are you really not grasping what I’ve said? Answers for me means less pain for her.” Panicked, Lara thrashed again, her hands trembling as they continued their search. “I’m trying! But you aren’t giving me questions I can answer!” It was hard to mask her relief when her fingers finally found the padlock, though she instead focused on wriggling the bobby pin into the lock. “Well,” the captain huffed, standing again and slipping his gun from his belt. “I think I know something that might trigger your memory.”
At that, he turned and began walking toward [Y/N], wordlessly ordering the group of soldiers to back away. “No, don’t hurt her!” Lara was practically screaming at her hands to still, and with another brief moment, she finally managed to pick the lock, wrestling her arms free from the chains and stumbling as she stood. Without an ounce of hesitation, she lunged forward toward the captain, grabbing hold of him and trying to keep him away. He hollered in surprise, reaching back to claw at her and get a grasp. “Get off of me, you bitch!”
The team of soldiers that had been abusing [Y/N] only a mere moment before were now hurtling toward her. With a bit of a struggle, three of the soldiers managed to pry her off of him, throwing her back before forcefully pinning her against the pillar yet again. She fought against them, screaming for them to let her go. The captain ahead grumbled and stared her down for a moment, though he was quick to turn and walk toward [Y/N] again.
As Lara thrashed against the soldiers holding her down, the head of the team reached up toward a sheath against his hip, his gun having been smacked out of his hand and over the ledge from Lara’s outburst. Something felt as though it were burning in her mind, growing hotter and hotter as the captain closed the space between him and [Y/N]. She couldn’t let Trinity take another person she loved away from her. She wouldn’t allow it.
Hardly managing to remember her training, she turned and lunged her torso forward, using all of the momentum to headbut the soldier grasping her right arm in the face. He howled in pain, letting her go and falling backward. She then turned to the man holding her left shoulder. In the blink of an eye, she whipped her arm in a circular motion, gripping his wrist and forcing his arm to twist until he let go. Just as quickly, she shuffled forward and kicked the third soldier square in the chest, effectively knocking the wind out of his lungs.
Before she could stand, two more men sprinted forward and blocked her path, one of them managing to land a few rough kicks to her face and head. She hooked her arm beneath the back of his leg, jolting up to stand and flipping him backward. The second soldier struggled to free his rifle from the band on his back. By the time he managed to try and aim at her, her forearm flew sideways and struck his wrist, the impact catching him off guard and causing him to drop his weapon. Lara then leapt forward and gripped the straps of his tactical vest. She spun around to gain more force before driving him around again and launching him over the railing, not bothering to watch as he plummeted toward the ground countless meters below.
She turned, determined to get to the captain, but froze in place. Still so far away, he had freed [Y/N] of restraints, knowing she wouldn’t have been able to fight back. He pinned her against the platform, his knees planting themselves on either side of her hips as he drove his knife down into her stomach. Lara watched as [Y/N] tried to gasp for air, only to choke and let out a silent scream.
She felt everything grow heavy, ready to give into the temptation to drop to the ground. An inhumane level of fury coursed through her veins, and soon she found herself running forward at full speed, no longer in control of her body.
The neared the captain in only a few seconds, leaping from the ground and thrusting her arms forward. She tackled him off of [Y/N]’s writhing body and ripped the blade from his hand, dropping it and instead using her fists to beat any part of him she could see. Hit after hit, punch after punch, a new bruise formed on his skin, thinner sections splitting open into gashes. His blood seemed to all pool together beneath his head.
Lara let out a yell with each strike made against his skill. She lost count of the amount of times her knuckles made contact with the swollen form beneath her, not even noticing that her knuckles had begun to tear open and bleed from the sheer force alone. As his arms and legs fell limp against his sides, Lara’s punches came to a stop. Her bloodied hand reached over and grasped the handle of the knife, knuckles white from the tightness as she lifted the blade above her head.
Instantly, she plunged the knife down, listening with a sick joy as the thin metal ripped through layers of skin and organ, cracking through parts of his ribs. Mirroring what [Y/N] had done, the captain hopelessly tried to gasp for breath, instead wheezing and sputtering while his hands weakly scratched at her arms. Only for a moment, she kept the knife there. Before she could watch the life leave his eyes, she drew the blade out and immediately thrusted it down into his jugular with an equal force.
Her hands let go of the handle and dropped to land at her sides. She stared down, gleefully studying the way the captain clutched at his throat, a thick puddle of blood erupting from his mouth and trickling down his cheeks and jaw, disappearing into his hairline and accumulating with the crimson red under his trembling form. Glaring down at him with dull eyes, she lazily tugged the rifle from his back, forcing herself to stand and turn around.
She hadn’t heard the group of soldiers thundering up the stairs, but she had apparently sensed it. Effortlessly, she lifted the rifle and took aim, crouching down and firing away as the men made their way up one by one. By the time the team died out, she heard the gun click. Her gaze bored down at the rifle, realizing she had burned through the ammo. With a grunt of disapproval, she discarded the gun, then ripped another one away from a nearby lifeless body. She used that rifle to finish off the squad, blankly staring ahead after lowering the gun.
As her mind clouded over, taking in the scene before her, she tossed the gun to the side, straining to hear as it clattered against the steel platform. A bloodbath. That was the only way she could possibly describe it. Piles of bodies across such a small space, silver metal now stained red from blood and black from gunpowder. Lifeless eyes of the fallen seemed to watch her as she lifted her hands, taking in the way blood coated her skin. She wasn’t sure how much of it was hers and how much of it was the captain’s. She paid it no mind, instead rotating her hands to examine her knuckles. She had most definitely broken a few, if not all, of them,
Had she actually done all of this?
Nothing felt real.
The sudden sound of harsh coughing broke her out of her trance, forcing her attention toward the source. She scrambled over to [Y/N]’s side, holding her head up as she processed just how badly she had been hurt. Adding onto the gaping wound in her torso, countless bruises and cuts peppered every exposed inch of skin. The back of her head had been dripping blood from being hammered into the wooden beam. Lara gasped and frantically helped her prop her head up to prevent choking on her blood, her eyes scanning the surrounding area for something to help stop the bleeding. She grimaced when [Y/N] whimpered from the way she stretched over to grab a torn uniform.
Thinking on her feet, she slid to the wall of the base and leaned the wounded girl against it, apologizing tearfully each time she yelped in pain. After tearing the uniform into a thinner piece, she began stuffing part of the wound, earning more cries. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry,” she whispered, finally using the rest of the cloth to ball it up. “This is going to hurt, but I need you to trust me.”
Before [Y/N] even opened her eyes, Lara forced her hand downward, applying an immense amount of both pressure and pain to the wound. At this, [Y/N] screamed in agony, her eyes beginning to roll back as her breaths quickened. Lara cupped her jaw and shifted forward. “[Y/N]? No, [Y/N], I need you to stay with me, okay? Keep your eyes open! Everything’s going to be okay, I promise. Stay with me,” she said, struggling to keep her voice steady.
“[Y/N], please, I can’t lose you. Not like this. Keep your eyes open–that’s all I need you to do!” Her words fell upon deaf ears, no matter how desperate they became. Before Lara could beg for her to listen again, [Y/N]’s head drooped down, her body now completely limp.
“[Y/N]?” Lara whimpered, shaking the unconscious girl’s head as a silent plea. When no response came from the motion, the Croft felt her tears beginning to spill, only being able to whisper “no” repeatedly. Her hand, the one that had been holding up the woman’s head, slid down to check for a pulse. She gasped softly when she found it, though realized she had to act quickly from how weak it was. “Shit,” she blurted, once again examining her surroundings. That bastard had thrown her radio over the railing with her weapons. There was no way she could contact Jonah without alerting any other potential Trinity bases of where they were. One look down at [Y/N], however, forced her to take that risk.
She stood and quickly rushed over to the nearby bodies, her calloused, bloodied hands desperately searching their equipment for a radio of sorts. She cursed with each failed search, though lit up only a fraction once she found one. Quickly, she ran to sit by [Y/N]’s side again, holding her up and pulling her close, keeping an eye on her as she sent out a message.
“Jonah? Jonah, are you there? Can you hear me? I need your help: [Y/N]’s bleeding out!”
She released the button, only earning static in response. Her eyes shot back to the woman beside her, her only shimmer of hope dimming immediately. Her finger clicked down again, lifting it closer to speak into it once more.
“Jonah, I need you here! Jonah, please, can you hear me?”
A choked sob erupted unwillingly from her throat. She felt like curling into herself and breaking right there. Now hunched over, she clutched the radio tightly against her chest, grasping a handful of her hair as she tried to come up with another plan. All she could bring herself to do for a moment was weep, terrified of losing the woman propped up by her side.
Her mind cleared for a brief second, and although she had no idea where they were, she knew they couldn’t stay there. More reinforcements were bound to show up sooner or later, and she was in no state to fight them all. She stood, peering out at the landscape in hopes of finding a landmark she had passed before. The lids of her eyes threatened to shut, heavy with fatigue from the loss of adrenaline and the salty tears that had fallen.
She staggered closer to the rail, gripping onto it tightly as a way to ground herself as she searched further. Her heart felt like it was going to sink down into the pit of her stomach upon spotting a village in the distance. She turned to [Y/N], unsure if either of them could even make it that far. There was a chance it wasn’t the village she had been in either, on top of the fact there could be more traps hidden in the forest.
That only stopped her briefly. She knew they needed to leave, and she knew it was better to head out with the chance of finding Jonah than staying there to die.
Willing every ounce of strength she had left, she plucked the rifle she had thrown to the side back up, slinging it over her shoulder before wobbling back to [Y/N]. She huffed, sucking in a deep breath to ready herself, then bent down to pick her up, one arm tucking itself underneath her knees, and the other wrapping around her torso.
She turned, stumbled forward toward the stairs, and wrestled with the urge to look down at the unconscious form in her arms.
Each step down felt like a mile, Lara’s calves straining and aching, feeling as though they would give in and snap like twigs. By the time she managed to make it to the ground, it took everything in her not to collapse. She just kept telling herself they’ll be there soon. That was all she could do to keep moving forward. If she didn’t make it, not only would [Y/N] die, but she would as well. The marks from the beating she had taken had begun to finally sink in, adding to the difficulty.
She swayed every few steps. Her body threatened to fall over anytime she leaned too far.
She had no way of knowing she was going in the right direction, only able to rely on her instinct. There was no path, no landmark, no sign of nearing the village, which is why it was such a surprise when she could hear hollering up ahead. She strained her ears, hardly managing to make out that the unidentified voice was calling her name.
“Jonah?” She whispered hoarsely.
“Lara! [Y/N]! Are you two out there?”
“Jonah,” she weeped, unable to raise her voice any further.
Her feet continued to stumble toward the sound of his voice. The closer she got, the stronger the small spark of adrenaline she somehow still had grew. Finally, realizing he was only a few feet away, Lara managed to pick up her pace, lightly jogging forward. “Jonah, we’re here,” she cried out weakly. She moved ahead, breaking through the entrance of the forest to reveal the small patch of land they had originally tried to set up camp at. There, Jonah turned around and instantly ran over.
“Lara, you’re alright! I heard gunfire, but I didn’t know where you were, and–”
“Jonah, we need to get back to the plane right now. [Y/N]’s losing too much blood, and I don’t know how much longer she’s going to last,” although her tone was weak, there was no doubt she was terrified. Jonah finally looked down to the woman in Lara’s arms, his body tensing at the sight of all she had been through.
“Shit, what did–okay, but what about what you came here for? We can’t come back! Trinity’s going to–” Jonah knew that even mentioning the artifact in that moment was a mistake, but his mind was racing, preventing him from thinking logically.
“Forget the artifact, Jonah!” Lara snapped, her raspy voice finally reaching the volume she’d wanted to have when calling for him. “I don’t give a shit about that right now! I just want [Y/N] to survive! I’m the reason she’s in this state to begin with–I don’t want to be the reason she dies!”
At her sudden tone, Jonah could only nod and motion for Lara to hand [Y/N] to him to carry her there. Reluctantly, Lara did so, only after realizing she wouldn’t be able to make it to the plane in time if she were the one taking her. Without a moment to lose, Jonah began rushing up the path toward where they had landed, shouting behind him for the Croft to follow.
The ringing returned the closer they got, her vision blurring and growing dark. Everything was spinning, and she had to force herself to keep track of Jonah. By the time they had all made it into the plane, Lara’s body finally gave out.
“You know, I don’t think I had ever scared my father that badly before,” Lara murmured, a gentle chuckle escaping as she smiled fondly at the memory. With a sigh, she felt the pad of her thumb caress the tattered skin on the back of [Y/N]’s hands. For just a single moment, the ticking of the clock hanging above the door synced up with the beeping of the monitor beside the bed. Just as quickly, they fell out of rhythm again, and Lara waited for them to repeat it. Every few minutes, for the past several weeks, both would beat together for just a brief second, only to fall apart again.
It was the only thing she could look forward to anymore. It kept her distracted so she didn’t have to process everything just yet–so she didn’t have to look up at the woman deep in a coma in the bed she sat by. Jonah would come in here and there, reminding her to eat something small or to bring her a spare blanket for the night. Nurses would step inside to take vitals and update Lara on what was happening. And even though [Y/N] was there, whenever everyone else would leave, Lara still felt alone.
She could talk to her, but it was more like talking at her. She had no idea if the woman could hear anything she said, nor did she know when she was going to wake up. It had been seven weeks since they made it back from the expedition. Lara’s injuries were treated fairly easily, but [Y/N] had fallen into a medical coma from blood loss and excessive blunt force trauma. Her chances of survival in the beginning were slim, but things started to steadily improve as the days passed by.
Those days, however, felt like years to Lara. The woman she could once talk to and joke around with, the woman she could once hold and be held by, the woman she could once gaze into the eyes of, now lay before her, unmoving and silent. She was alive, but to Lara she seemed dead. She had been so lively before, and now she couldn’t even open her eyes.
To fill the never-ending silence that weighed heavy upon her shoulders, Lara would talk aloud, pretending as though she was sharing her thoughts with [Y/N] like she had done before everything went awry. Recently, after running out of small-talk she had murmured like it was scripted, she had resorted to retelling memories she had of her father back as a child. Somehow, even as [Y/N] stayed unconscious, Lara felt comfortable sharing her favorite times spent with her late father. Anyone else would’ve been waved off and told she wasn’t comfortable, but [Y/N] had always been the one person she could come to to speak of him freely.
Even seemingly dead, [Y/N] was still the only one she trusted. It was funny, in a way.
She huffed out a sigh, lifting the woman’s hand to her lips and pressing a featherlike kiss to her knuckles. Once her lips left the clammy skin, she brought her head down to lean it against the back of her hand. Her eyes closed, brows furrowed as she bit back a sob.
“I wish I had never brought you with me. If I hadn’t, you would still be comfortable at home, watching TV and sleeping in. You wouldn’t be here. You wouldn’t… You wouldn’t be hurt, or strapped to this machine, or fighting for your life. You wouldn’t be in a coma.” She sniffled, squeezing the hand still against her forehead. “This is all my fault. I’m so sorry, [Y/N]. I would take it all back if I could.”
Some part of her waited, half-expecting a response. She whimpered, clearing her throat to prevent herself from bursting into tears again. With a hard swallow, she lifted her head, gaze trailing up to [Y/N]’s face. She smiled. “I have no idea how, but you still look so beautiful. Even when you’re out like this.”
Her free hand lifted far enough to caress the girl’s cheek, then pinch the bridge of her own nose, internally groaning at how heavy her eyes felt. Once her hand planted itself back on her thigh, she glanced over at the heart monitor, watching each movement on the screen intently for a moment, allowing herself to gather her thoughts. Finally, she faced [Y/N] again. Her hand squeezed her leg, unsure of what to say.
“I love you. So, so much. I should’ve said it more before… all of this, but I’m saying it now. I do love you, [Y/N], more than anything in this world.”
She huffed out a pained laugh.
“I don’t know why I’m so mad at you. None of this is your fault. I’m the one who dragged you into the expedition, and I’m the one who ended up getting you captured. I wish I hadn’t begged you to come with me. You deserve to be at home, not in this bed. I should’ve protected you, and I didn’t, and for that, I’m so sorry. You deserve someone better: someone who wouldn’t have gotten you into this mess.
“The worst part is: I don’t even know if you can hear me. I’m not sure if you’ve heard anything I’ve said this entire time. I’m not sure why knowing that you might not hear me hurts so badly, but it does.” Tears once again pricked the corners of her eyes. “God, I wish I could hear your voice again. I miss you so much. I know you’re right in front of me, and I know you’re still breathing and alive, but I’ve never felt so alone. It doesn’t feel like you’re really here. It feels like you’re not you.”
The tears stinging her eyes now blurred her vision and poured down in thick masses. Her free arm raised, allowing her to use the sleeve of her jacket to wipe them away. Once they dried, she looked up at her again, hands trembling harshly.
“Please wake up. I’m begging you.”
Grumbling was all Lara could do in her unconscious state. Any small sound she could hear had her grumbling louder: pages flipping, pens scribbling, pills rattling, doors opening, monitors beeping. Everything that she could hear seemed to be working against her, screaming at her to wake back up. It was late at night when she finally let herself drop her head onto the edge of the hospital bed to rest. Hand still clutching onto [Y/N]’s, she managed to drift off for the first time in days.
The sounds grew incessant, however, stirring her partially awake. Each little noise irritated her further, and she had to fight the urge to muffle the scream bubbling up in her throat with the sheets cushioning her head. To add onto her growing frustration, something squeezed softly at her hand, forcing her back to her senses.
“For fuck’s sake,” she mumbled, lifted her head, then looked down at her hand. Her brows pinched tightly together, she sat there, processing what she had just felt. Again, her hand was squeezed.
Her brain, although severely sleep deprived, finally managed to register what had happened. Immediately, she looked up from her hand, her eyes landing on [Y/N], who finally opened her eyes for the first time in months. She gazed back at Lara the way the brunette had been craving the entire time. Upon seeing that she was now awake, tears instantly trickled out from Lara’s eyes, a shaky sob accompanying them.
“[Y/N]?” She whispered, unsure if she was actually awake.
“Hey, Lara,” came her raspy reply, a tired grin gracing her cracked lips.
Right away, Lara sprung up from her seat by the bed and leaned forward, capturing [Y/N] in a tight embrace. “Oh my god, I don’t–” She sniffled. Her leg lifted up, allowing her to sit beside the woman now practically cradling her in return. “You’re awake. You’re finally awake. I don’t believe it.”
She leaned back from the hug, cupping [Y/N]’s face in her hands and studying every little feature she could see. Sob after sob wracked through her body as she pressed a kiss to the wounded woman’s lips, only shifting back to pepper the rest of her face in similar kisses. “I thought I lost you,” she whispered after calming down enough to speak. Her voice trembled and broke more with each passing word, rambling about what she had feared.
“God, I love you so much.”
Again, she captured [Y/N]’s lips in her own, pure relief washing through her senses when she felt her kissing back. Weakly, the bandaged girl chuckled. “I love you too,” she rasped out.
Lara instantly leaned back into the embrace, clutching desperately at the hospital gown she rested against. She swayed side to side, shivering as [Y/N] soothingly rubbed up and down her back. She couldn’t begin to explain how she felt at that moment. All she could say was she was so relieved to know that the woman she held closest to her heart was alive and breathing.
“Can I ask you something?” A soft voice whispered. She leaned away again to look her in the eye. “Of course. Anything at all.”
“What happened after I was stabbed?”
Lara froze, now growing uncertain. “You don’t remember?” She sucked in a shaky breath when her only response was a shake of the head. Her gaze dropped down, unsure of where to start. She scratched the back of her neck anxiously, took another deep breath in an attempt to steel her nerves, then cleared her throat. “Well, I’m not really…”
She turned to glance behind her, ensuring no one else was in the room before she spoke again. There was no shame in what she had done–not for her–but she’d be torn away instantly if someone overheard. [Y/N] had just woken back up, and she wasn’t going to risk losing her all over again. Although, that still might be a possibility, depending on how she took the news.
She explained herself, sparing no detail of what she had committed in her blind rage. From wrestling with the soldiers to stabbing the captain of the team in both the chest and the throat, she confessed every little atrocity that had been brought about by her hands alone. As she spoke, she averted her eyes, too afraid of being gazed at with disgust. She focused on the pattern stitched into the bedsheets bundled up atop [Y/N]’s legs.
Finally, she managed to tear her eyes away from the sheets and look back into [Y/N]’s. She swallowed, surprised to see that familiar glint of admiration in her eyes. There was no sign of repulsion or discomfort at the heinous things she had admitted to. “You’re not mad?” Was all she could ask. [Y/N] snickered and shook her head.
“Are you kidding? Those asswipes beat the shit out of me, and one tried to kill me. I don’t exactly have sympathy for them after that.” Relieved, Lara sighed and grinned. It was a breath of fresh air to see her laugh again, even though it was rather weak.
She turned to sit next to [Y/N], who she then pulled into her side. With a quick peck to the top of the head, she closed her eyes and yawned. “Tired?” “Mmhm.” “Yeah, same.” Lara laughed, looking down at her in confusion. “You were in a coma for nearly three months. Why are you tired?” [Y/N] smirked and rolled her eyes. “I wasn’t willingly unconscious. Plus, my body just sucks,” she murmured, earning another chuckle.
“Well, I love your body,” Lara mumbled, tugging her closer. “Every bit of it.”
Waiting a moment, [Y/N] leaned against the brunette fully, her head dropping onto her shoulder as she closed her eyes. She grinned, listening to Lara yawn again before she shivered. “Move your legs for a second,” she whispered to the already half-asleep woman. “Hm?” “Move your legs.” “What? Why?” “So I can cover you up with the blankets.”
Lara seemed to take a moment to understand what she had said. Finally, though, she lifted her legs with a groan, letting [Y/N] slip the covers out from under her and essentially tuck her in beside her. Both sighed in relief: Lara from the warmth of the sheets and [Y/N] pressed against her, and [Y/N] from the feeling of Lara holding her close.
Lights had been turned off throughout the ward for a while, which both women were silently grateful for. As they shuffled to lie down more comfortably beneath the covers, everything seemed to settle down for the first time in months. Lara’s body finally relaxed, the lack of sleep from the past several weeks catching up to her at a rapid speed. She hummed softly as she turned onto her side, pulling [Y/N] into her chest.
“I’m never taking you on a trip like that again,” she slurred out. “At least, not until I know Trinity won’t be there.”
[Y/N] nodded as she listened, also partially asleep. She squirmed a bit, sliding closer while trying to mind her IV. As her head settled against Lara’s chest, she yawned. A moment passed before she spoke again.
“You do know the nurses are gonna come in any minute and realize I’m awake, right?” A groan sounded from Lara, prompting a snicker from [Y/N]. “I’m gonna crawl back into the bed again the second they leave. I just want you in my arms right now.”
“Well, either way, I want you to know that I could hear you for most of the time I was out. And I also want you to know that I plan on saying “I love you” as many times as you did before I woke up. I really do love you. I mean, you were right here the second I woke up, and I don’t know if you ever…” She thought for a moment, opening her eyes and looking up at Lara. “Did you ever leave the room?” Even as she fought to stay awake, Lara scratched her cheek nervously. “Only when I used the restroom. I was afraid I wouldn’t be here when you woke up.”
[Y/N] grinned. “Well, I’m glad you were here. I was worried you wouldn’t be here at all when I woke up. I figured you’d leave and head home, or maybe go back to the village we were at.” Gently yet reassuringly, Lara squeezed her closer. “I would never do that to you. You’re everything to me.”
“And you’re everything to me.”
Another yawn managed to escape the brunette’s lips. She pressed a small kiss to the top of [Y/N]’s head and sighed, already drifting off again. “I love you, so damn much. No one’s going to hurt what’s mine, never again.”
“I’m yours, huh?”
“Of course.”
A gentle smile graced [Y/N]’s features as she shuffled closer, pressing a kiss to Lara’s collarbone as her eyes fluttered shut.
“Of course I’m yours.”
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not so subtle - part three
Pairing: Harrison Osterfield x reader
Word Count: 4.3k~
Warning: swearing
A/N: meant to post this yesterday, but was a bit overwhelmed with interviews. i actually immensely enjoyed working on this part, especially because i got to add more dialogue this time around. this is a halloween part aka me trying to get caught up to the current holiday shenanigans. as always, feedback is always appreciated/loved aka give me validation
If there a holiday that reigned supreme in your mind, it was definitely Halloween. An excuse to watch themed movies and binge out on sweets? Who could say no to that? And with the day after making it possible to purchase discounted candy, it made Halloween the ultimate holiday that keeps on giving.
While you didn’t discuss it, you secretly loved dressing up for Halloween. You liked being able to wear absurd outfits that you normally wouldn’t be able to wear besides that specific day. And ever since freshman year of college, you enjoyed the freedom of wearing a revealing costume without the consequence of your parents insisting that you change into warmer clothes. You liked how some guys would get hot and bothered by your outfit, often flirting like mad with you. Of course you couldn’t flirt for to save your life, but the attention was nice. And it was true what they said in Mean Girls: “Halloween is the one night a year when a girl can dress like a total slut and no other girls can say anything about it.”
This year you had been invited to tag along to one of the biggest Halloween bashes in Hollywood. Naturally your excitement had been at an all time high knowing that big celebrities would be in attendance. But it meant that you needed to step your costume game up. You couldn’t just go to a regular party store and grab whatever flattered you best. No, you needed something fun yet clever. It had to be appealing yet not generic that others could be wearing the same thing. You wanted to get attention on you, having guys ridiculously into you.
When you received your costume, you knew no one else would be wearing that, and that attention would definitely be on you. Except it wasn’t the way you hoped it would happen. Thanks a lot, Tom Holland.
Honestly it shouldn’t have come as a surprise that Tom’s gestures of goodwill were now the worst. Long gone were the days of him just spotting you cash or comping your meals. Ever since the laundromat incident, he seemed determined to make it up to you. They just never turned out the way he hoped. The time he sent you a box of handmade chocolates? You just about choked to death when you realized he used salt instead of sugar. Those nice flowers he sent to your apartment? Turns out you were allergic to Peruvian lilies; the flowers made you break out like crazy.
Unless Emma’s name was attached to whatever excitement Tom seemed giddy about, it usually ended up a disaster. Your costume choice definitely fell into that category.
When you shared how ecstatic you were about getting to join Emma and Tom, you couldn’t help but wonder aloud what costume you should get. It was at that moment that Tom quickly volunteered to get you a costume. Naturally you hesitated. With how previous accidents had progressed, you couldn’t imagine things ending well in this scenario. You didn’t want to mess up this huge opportunity. But when Tom insisted you wouldn’t regret it, eyes pleading for you to take another chance, you reluctantly gave in.
Now you were wishing you hadn’t.
“How does someone get teletubby and tomb raider mixed up?” you seethed, stumbling around your apartment building. Your costume came the day of Halloween, the huge package arriving at your doorstep. Tom and Emma insisted you waited until they got there so they could watch your surprised expression. And surprised you were. Along with confused and angry.
Though Tom promised to get you a sexy costume, you had been delivered a bright red teletubby costume. Tom stammered as he claimed he ordered a Lara Croft outfit for you. Emma managed to convince you to at least try on the costume, stating you might actually like it when you wore it. Ha ha. Yeah right. If anything, it made your blood boil looking at how childish you looked.
“You look really cute!” Kimberly complimented your costume as you huffed around, trying to get used to the absurd amount of space it took up.
“That’s cause you’re wearing a costume you actually like” you snapped, turning to your roommate who currently wore a vagina costume. Honestly you weren’t even aware those existed till she proudly displayed it a week ago.
“I can now properly show boys where the clitoris is” she announced defiantly. “Who else can say their costume is a teaching moment?”
“Who would wanna say their costume is a teaching moment?” you grumbled under your breath.
“Teachers potentially. Maybe possibly even historians” she replied quickly, causing your irritation to rise.
“I think Kimmy’s costume is quite clever” her girlfriend, Sarah, piped up from the living room couch.
“Are you Sherlock Holmes?” Tom asked, eying Sarah’s ensemble. She tipped her deerstalker hat his direction as she flashed him a toothy grin.
“Ding ding. You are correct, Danny Zuko” Sarah responded. Tom beamed, pleased at himself that he got her costume right as well as her recognizing his attire. For the party he slicked back his hair like a greaser and gussied up as a member of the T Birds. If it wasn’t for his blunder, you might’ve complimented him. But he was currently on your shit list, which meant absolutely no compliments.
“Hope you don’t mind me asking, but why Sherlock Holmes?” Tom questioned, curiosity getting the best of him.
Sarah and Kimberly exchanged glances and sly smiles before Sarah turned to Tom. “Oh, you know. Just so when boys try to hit on me, I can say I’m on the case to find my heterosexuality which plot twist: it doesn’t exist.”
“Or you could do ‘I’ve just solved the case of whether or not this flirting works out in your favor. Turns out I will absolutely not be going home with you tonight’” Kimberly piped up. The two of them high fived one another before breaking out into giggles.
Even when the pair were being weird, you couldn’t deny how cute they were. Still, you were upset that you looked like a children's program character instead of a sexy goddess. Somehow your anger wasn’t just limited to Tom but to those having a better time in general.
“So you’re a vagina and Sherlock Holmes” you stated flatly. “You could’ve been Watson, Kimberly. Or a goddamn vagina and penis.” Both of them made a face at the latter body part. “Or fine! Two vaginas then! But nooo, you had to go and be a vagina and Sherlock Holmes. God, you guys are so weird” you rolled your eyes.
“We wanted to defy the typical costume choices, Y/N. And we’re just party hopping down Greek row with our friends; it’s not like we plan on impressing anyone. We just wanna have fun” Kimberly explained as she took Sarah’s hand in hers. She understood that your frustrations were misdirected so she kept her voice steady and patient.
Unlike you, Kimberly turned down Tom’s invitation to the Hollywood party. She had no interest in mingling with celebrities who would probably expect her to know their name. You knew how terrible she could get about differentiating the Chris’s.
“I mean, it is a bit strange of costume choice” Tom commented, attempting to take your side. He hoped that if he showed a bit of camaraderie, you might be a little more forgiving towards his blunder. Haha. Not today, Thomas.
“Says the kid who couldn’t tell the difference between tomb raider and teletubby” you snapped, hands resting on your waist irritatedly. Well, it rested on where your waist would be. The gigantic costume made it difficult for you to distinguish where any of your curves were.
“And how well do you know the female anatomy, Tom? Would you like to point out where the clitoris is on my costume?” Kimberly asked, something in her voice clearly egging him on. He knew better than to try and point out something like that, especially if he got it wrong; he would never live down that humiliation. So he shook his head and refused to make eye contact with either of you. The male took a seat on the couch next to Sarah who just laughed and patted his shoulder.
As Tom sullenly moped on the couch, Emma pulled you aside to your room.
“He meant well, Y/N” she attempted to reassure you.
“Yeah, that seems to be the typical Tom excuse at this point.” She gave you a look, letting you know to cool it.
“I get it. Obviously this isn’t the look you were going for-”
“Yeah, no kidding” you muttered under your breath.
“-But Tom was trying, okay? He really just wants to make you happy because he cares about you. He would not have gone through all that effort just to screw you over on purpose.” You knew she was right, but you just grumbled. “Tom thinks of you as a good friend, and you know he feels really bad about this.” Yeah yeah. “Just don’t hold this against him. Please? For me?”
Everything she was saying made sense, but a part of you wanted to hold on to your anger for just a little longer. Emma looked at you, waiting for a response. Letting out a dramatic groan, you nodded your head.
“Listen, Tom’s mistake aside, you are the cutest teletubby.”
“This isn’t exactly a sexy costume, Ems” you pointed out, but she persisted.
“Someone out there isn’t gonna care about sexy costumes. They’re just gonna think ‘wow! I cannot get over that adorable teletubby’. And they’re gonna want to get with you.”
“I feel like I should be worried about any guy that wants to hook up with a teletubby.” She rolled your eyes playfully at your comment.
“Someone out there is gonna agree with me and know you’re the cutest teletubby. You’re gonna be all that matters to them, Y/N. It’s not gonna be about the outfit; it’s going to be about you” she continued. “So do me a favor and not stay mad at Tom? Because your costume is gonna attract the person who’s right for you.”
The two of you shared a smile as she gently rubbed your mitten covered hand. “Danny Zuko’s really lucky to have you, Sandy” you joked.
Emma smiled and shrugged pretending to act nonchalant. “Oh, you know. Sandra Dee is truly the best” she responded as she flipped the synthetic hair of her wig.
The two of you headed out of your room and back into your living room only to come upon the sight of Sarah and Kimberly chanting for Tom to point out the clitoris. He looked downright miserable and unsure of himself. You snickered under your breath as Emma told the pair to knock it off.
Ten minutes later a large van came to pick all of you up to take you to the party. You could feel your jitters getting the best of you as you knee rapidly bounced up and down. “You look really great” Tom chimed as the vehicle came to a stop near the party entrance. You grunted out a ‘thanks’, knowing he only said that to make you feel better. Too bad it wasn’t working.
As soon as the car door opened, you hustled to make it in to the building. The last thing you wanted were paparazzi snapping photos of you as a guest. “Please don’t let me become a meme” you prayed as someone snapped a photo of you.
The building was packed, filled with star studded faces. You got multiple glances from those around you, but it wasn’t the way you hoped. Instead of “I’m totally into that chick” vibes, you received “that’s a massive teletubby” looks. You waddled around wishing something would just go right around celebrities for once.
Making your way towards the open bar, you felt something yank on your leg. Turning you spotted a small child in a dinosaur costume. “Erm, hello?” you greeted the girl as she gazed up at you in awe.
“Are you Po?” she asked, her tone hopeful you would say yes.
“I guess I am” you replied. Technically you were wearing a Po costume, which made you Po. You figured it wouldn’t be lying.
The girl’s face lit up as she proceeded to hug you. “Will you come meet daddy with me? Please?” she looked up from her tight hold.
You knew you shouldn’t get involved. After all, you didn’t even know this kid. Plus you just wanted to drink the night away if you weren’t going to enjoy your usual Halloween flirtations. You decided that you had to be firm and just say no. “Okay?” Crap.
Somehow she managed to convince you to pick her up as the two of you searched for her dad. “I’m India” she introduced herself.
“Very nice to meet you, India. Would you mind telling me where your father is now?”
“I think he’s around there” she gestured to your left and you followed her direction. “Oh! He’s right there!” she screeched as she pointed straight ahead. You winced at the shrillness ringing in your ear. “Daddy!” she squealed as she waved to a man also wearing a dinosaur costume. As her father turned around, you nearly dropped her as you realized who he was.
“Oh, there’s where you’ve been!” Chris Hemsworth called out as he approached you and his daughter.
“Y-You...You Thor” you croaked out, gesturing randomly with your free hand.
“That I am” he proudly agreed, taking no mind to your nervousness. “And are you taking care of my little girl?”
Right as you were about to say no, India chimed “Yes! Po is the best!” What the-
Two smaller children, one dressed up as a Dalmatian while the other wore a rhino costume, approached you eagerly. “It’s Po!” one of them cried out excitedly.
“Ah, it seems they’ve also taking a liking to you as well” Chris noted, watching as his twins comfortably moved to hold on to your legs. “I’m sure you wouldn’t mind the two boys tagging along as well.”
“I-uh-I” you stuttered, unsure of what to say. It sure looked as if you were a caretaker with the way they all clung to you. Were you even allowed to say no to Thor?
“Excellent! Glad to know they are in capable hands” he clapped his hands in delight, ignoring that you hadn’t actually gave an answer. He rustled his eldest child’s hair as he headed off.
“Alright then” you weakly called out to no one in particular. Sasha wrapped his chubby arms around your left leg as Tristan tugged on your other leg. Oh boy. You definitely weren’t expecting this. Letting out a deep sigh, you figured you could babysit for a bit. After all, it couldn’t be that hard.
What started off as just playing with three children ended up escalating to multiple kids. Apparently no child could resist the idea of playing with Po. You weren’t even sure how, but one child - whose damn demon of a child was it? - managed to climb your back and yanked viciously on your round antenna. You just about flung him off before remembering children were living human beings with parents that could easily sue you. Nope. Don’t want that.
So you did your best to entertain them, feeling yourself getting drained by their unwavering energy. Who the hell decided to hop these children on sugar? “Pick me up again!” India demanded, waving her arms up towards you.
“Say ‘please’” you instructed. If you were going to be their play friend, you at least wanted to get a decent amount of respect.
“Pleaaaase” she pleaded, hands grasping at the air wanting desperately to be carried.
“Good job, kiddo” you praised her as you picked her up and gently bounced her up and down. She giggled at your actions, clearly enjoying herself. Well, at least one of us is having a good time. All you wanted was to look and feel sexy for tonight, but obviously that went down the drain. Damn.
Out of the corner of your eye, you spotted Harrison walking around the building. No surprise that he chose a costume that showed off his abs, choosing to dress up as a gladiator. He really only sported the top armor, going mostly shirtless and causing girls to gawk and fawn over him. In some ways you were jealous that he got to flaunt something while you were being mobbed by children. But mostly your mind repeatedly played the same sentence: Fuck Harrison Osterfield’s gladiator costume.
About an hour of being the children's companion, you managed to wrangle them off of you when you could feel your bladder getting full. With the massive costume, you knew there was no way you could get into the women’s restrooms without constantly bumping and potentially angering someone. So you settled for occupying one of the bigger family restrooms with single occupancy.
Except you couldn’t use the actual toilet. Thanks to all the stuffing in the suit, you struggled to grab the zipper at the back. You swore under your breath as your hands swatted towards the zipper, unable to grab it. You fumbled around, trying to figure a way out so you could enjoy the sweet release of peeing.
Bam! The bathroom door swung open and you yelped in surprise as a girl in a playboy bunny costume stumbled in. You internally cursed yourself for forgetting to lock the door. Well at least it was only her.
Psych. The girl dragged someone else by the hand, pulling none other than Harrison into your view.
“Oops!” the woman chirped as she spotted you.
“Oh, sorry m-PFFFTT” Harrison begun to apologize to who he assumed was a stranger but absolutely lost it at the sight of you. Your face turned as red as the costume, completely embarrassed in front of him.
Harrison’s female company tugged on his hand, clearly wanting to leave, but he couldn’t stop laughing. He howled loudly, squatting as tears came out of his eyes from laughing so hard.
You couldn’t get fast out of there enough.
No seriously. You actually couldn’t. The costume made it difficult for you to slip between the pair. So you awkwardly stood in front of them, shifting from leg to leg, still needing to pee like crazy.
The playboy bunny obviously did not find the situation as hilarious as Harrison. To her you were just some stranger in a childish costume. She let go of his hand and with a flip of her hair, she left. Harrison didn’t bother stopping her as he let his now free hand rest on his knee. He stood up slowly, still chuckling every couple seconds.
“Oh, man. I really needed a good laugh” he grinned, wiping away tears from his eyes.
“Great. And I really need Emma. So can you get out of here and go get her for me?” you asked impatiently. Despite asking him for a favor, your constant irritation with him never wavered.
“What’d you need Emma for? So you can get laughed at some more?” His grin widened, and you shoved his shoulder.
“No, smartass. I need to pee.” He raised an eyebrow, and you continued. “I can’t get this stupid zipper down, and I need her help so I can finally use the restroom.”
“Well jeez, Lil Skunk. I can help with that” he pointed out. Oh. This was true.
You really didn’t want him around you in general, but the choice of denying his help was outweighed by your need to use the toilet. “Fine” you conceded with a huff.
“All you have to do is ask me nicely” he added, a mischievous look dancing in his eyes.
“Are you kidding me?” you snapped. Of course Harrison Osterfield would come with terms and conditions for kindness. Obviously the laundromat incident must’ve been a fluke. Or perhaps he had a concussion that night which made him unaware of how kind he could actually be without special circumstances attached. That sounds about right.
“C’mon now. Not too difficult” he commented, crossing his arms as he waited for your polite attitude.
Maybe it was better to just pee in this costume. Kids did it all the time. You could join their league.
“Y/N, all you have to do is say ‘Harrison, I would love for you to help me out sooo much’” he assured you, knowing full well it would drive you mad.
“Osterfield. Help me before I pee in this costume” you gritted out.
“Say please” he called out in a singsong voice.
“Fuck you.”
“That’s not the magical word, Y/N” he tutted, shaking his head in fake disappointment.
“I’m gonna kill you, Osterfield” you fumed on the verge of murdering him.
“All you gotta do is say please.” It sounded so simple, yet you struggled to say that one word he craved to hear.
You furrowed your brows, glaring at his easygoing disposition. Had anyone ever been strangled by a teletubby before? Maybe tonight would be the night.
“Please” you finally caved.
“Of course, Lil Skunk. Anything for you.” He batted his eyelashes innocently. Fuck this guy.
You yanked off the costume head before turning around so he could unzip you. Within a couple of seconds, he easily slid the zipper down despite you struggling earlier for what felt like eternity. You let out a sigh of relief as you finally felt the weight of the costume sliding off.
Harrison’s eyes widened as you stepped out of the costume, surprised to see you wearing nothing but a lacy slip and nice lingerie. Before he could comment, you bunched up the costume and turned around to face him.
“Move it, Osterfield!” you barked, shoving the costume in his arms. “Just wait outside with the costume. Now get out so I can finally pee!” you informed him as you pushed him out of the bathroom.
Once you finished your business, you peeked your head out of the bathroom. Some part of you wondered if Harrison took off without a second thought. You wouldn’t put it past him to play a trick on you, especially on such a fitting night. Yet he stood outside the bathroom, peering at you when you opened the door. He smiled, head tilted ever so slightly as he took in your appearance. “Should I call you Lil Teletubby from now on?” he teased.
“Fuck off” you grumbled as you opened the door further to let him in.
He shut the door and locked it before helping you put back on your costume. Your right hand weighed on his bicep as you concentrated on slipping back into the suit. No notice was paid as Harrison eyed your figure. Yanking up the top portion, you shimmied slightly to get comfortable before he zipped you up.
Plopping the head back on, your costume was now complete once more. You waddled out of the bathroom with Harrison, making your way back to the festivities.
“You wanna tell me now or shall I wait for Tom?” he inquired, gently bumping your padded shoulder. You groaned, deciding to just explain what happened. You knew if he asked his best friend, the endless stream of “I’m sorry” texts would follow in suit. No thank you.
“Tom decided to order my costume. Made a mistake and chose teletubby instead of tomb raider. How one does that I have no idea. But he somehow did. So now I’m wearing this” you summarized up the predicament that fell upon you.
“That div” he chuckled. “Well, the costume certainly fits your personality.”
“Go fuck yourself, Osterfield.”
“C’mon. That was a good one. I deserve at least a high five for that.”
“What you deserve a swift kick in the nuts. And you’re definitely making me want to do that.” He laughed, obviously unbothered by your potential threat.
“Y’know, you didn’t have to wear that.” You grunted as he proceeded to gesture to the party goers. “I mean, look around. You could’ve just thrown on a pair of cat ears with your” -he paused, clearing his throat- “uh, outfit underneath your costume. You could’ve called it a day with just that.”
“What’s your point, Lil Shit?”
“I just wanna know why you wore that costume.”
Your brows furrowed as you stopped walking, trying to figure out your answer. Harrison hovered a couple inches away, watching you piece your thoughts together.
“I mean, as much as I’m not a fan of the costume, Emma was right about Tom. He put a lot of effort into trying to help me out” you admitted before giving your best casual shrug. “I dunno. I just don’t wanna feel ungrateful to such a nice guy, even if this definitely is in the top five dumbest things he’s done. Like there’s no way I would’ve been able to come here to a cool place like this if it wasn’t for him. And I mean, hey. There’s always next Halloween, right?”
Harrison leaned over and before you could even process what was happening, he kissed you tenderly on the cheek. “That’s very kind of you, love.” It was the second time he’s called you by that name, catching you by surprise. There was something soft and tender in his voice, making you feel special for the first time tonight.
Your heart raced as you bit down on your lip and you found yourself getting self conscious around him. Your eyes locked with one another and you took in the brightest blue eyes imaginable. Was he always this gentle? His eyes glanced at your lips, now gently parted and slightly glossy. Harrison turned away, rubbing the back of his neck.
That’s when you saw it: Harrison was blushing. The consistently cocky Harrison was getting red in the face. And it was over you? You didn’t even think that was a possibility, especially in your current state.
“See ya” he called out in a gravelly tone as he walked away, still refusing to make eye contact with you.
You watched his figure disappear into the crowd and were left with one question: what the hell just happened?
tag list: @sleepybesson, @butithasntkilledyouyet, @chims-kookies , @choke-me-sweet-pea, @highladyjel, @sleepwalkingdragon, @soccerstud004, @spider-mendes, @thefallenbibliophilequote
part four
#harrison osterfield x reader#harrison osterfield#harrison osterfield x you#harrison osterfield x y/n#haz osterfield#haz osterfield x reader#haz osterfield x you#haz osterfield x y/n#haz osterfield imagine#harrison osterfield imagine#harrison osterfield fic#harrison osterfield fanfiction#haz osterfield fic#haz osterfield fanfiction#tom holland fanfiction#tom holland fic#my writing#fic: not so subtle
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Stars
Lara Croft x female!reader
Word Count:1070
Warnings: none I don’t think
Author’s Note: Lara and I have been together the longest. Like I’ve been playing tomb raider since I was like four. She’s my og. I love her. Thank you for requesting her.
Request: by @spidey-charles Hey! Can I request an Imagine with Lara where during some downtime from a rough adventure Lara teaches the reader how to find constellations in the stars? Just something super fluffy? :3 thank you!
Summary:the request
Genre: FLUFF
Song: She Keeps Me Warm by Mary Lambert
(not my gif)
You breathed heavily put your hands on your knees, looking down at the ground. The door shut heavily behind you just as you heard footsteps pass beside you. Lara’s feet, dressed in her regular combat boots, showed in your field of vision beside you as she stood and took a glance at the door behind you. You stood up straight and looked back at you, running a hand through your hair and letting out a heavy sigh. After a moment you turned to Lara who gave you a careful smile which you returned. You both started laughing after a moment and despite the dirt and grit from your latest adventure she held up a small necklace that you had set out to find with a smile.
“Can we go home now?” you asked, looking forward at the long trek ahead of you back to Croft manor. Lara nodded, turning to where you were looking as well.
“Yeah. Let me call Winston he’ll pick us up. Let’s just camp out somewhere safe.” You nodded at her and took a step forward as Lara dialed the butlers number. Winston came not long after and you and Lara looked exhausted, very much ready to be back to the soft bed that you both shared.
You and Lara had been friends for as long as you could remember. You had been childhood friends and then high school lovers and there you had remained. The two adventurers that would no doubt carry on the Croft name that had been smudged by her father's death so long ago.
Lara had taken you with her to Yamati and that’s when you knew you could get through a whole lot. And now here you were, taking weekly exhibitions to get small artifacts for safe keeping.
You never thought you would be doing what you wanted with your best friend but here you were, doing great and being the most badass couple you could be. No one could deny that last part. You truly were a force to be reckoned with.
But sometimes you got tired. And she got tired. And you had to go home.
“Lara dear?” you called, walking through the large halls of Croft Manor. It was always hard to pinpoint exactly where she was as she felt with you. It was so big. Sometimes you'll find her upstairs in the library, thumbing through a book about ancient greece. Sometimes she’d find you downstairs, swimming your heart away in the pool.
“In here!” you heard her distinct voice come from upstairs, down the left hall. She was in her room?
“What room?!” you called. Lara answered right away.
“Bedroom!” she called and you nodded, passing the fireplace up the stairs to the left and to her room. You walked inside the room and smiled at the sight of a Lara Croft who was not on the verge of getting herself killed or killing someone else. She was on her way out to the observatory from the looks of it.
“Can I join you?” you asked. She smiled.
“Of course. I’ll meet you down there with two cups of tea while you change into more fitting clothes,” she told you, looking you up and down. She was dressed in a coral blue sweater and comfy pants whilst you looked ready to fight the next person to walk in the door. You had just came back from the room where you both trained. You nodded and watched her leave before getting dressed and walking back down the stairs.
“Mrs.Croft is in the maze,” Winston told you as you walked past him.
“Thanks Win! Go to sleep Lara and I got it from here,” you told him with a smile. He nodded and let you go outside where the moonlight had just come out.
You and Lara used to go out to the ‘observatory’ when you were little but now a days it was so little you had downtime. What you called the ‘observatory’ was actually the center of the Croft maze where there was a big open space with different telescopes and blankets.
Truth be told you had all but forgotten about the place but you seemed to easily fall back into the step of high school where you knew every twist and turn of this maze and make it there quickly.
Lara was already laying down on the blanket she had set up on the ground. You sat beside her and she handed you a cup which you gladly took a sip of. The warm feeling sent a smile on your face and you looked up at the stars, scooting closer to Lara. You sat in silence for a moment before Lara spoke.
“My father used to take me out here on clear nights and point out the constilations. They were different every single night and when he stopped taking me I had to learn them all myself. Like that one there is Ori. And there is Tau. And Eri.” Lara raised her hand and pointed out different shapes like the sky was some sort of connect the dots the puzzle.
“You are brilliant Lara Croft,” you whispered and she laughed, putting her arm down and turning to you. She propped up her head with her elbow.
“As are you Y/N Y/L/N,” she muttered. You grinned and kissed her lightly, raising a hand to her cheek. It was quick and soft but the thing the two of you needed just then.
“That’s why we’re such a badass couple,” you told her when you pulled away. She laughed and layed back down.
“Sure love. We’re the badass couple of the year.”
“They should name a constellation after us.” You laughed together.
“That would be us peaking.”
“It’d be worth it.”
“I love you.”
“I love you too.”
Tag List: @swanky-batman (tag List open!)
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Video game characters x Reader
read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2u7mEvJ
by EllanaRavenwood
Title is pretty self-explanatory!
Words: 5844, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English
Fandoms: Uncharted (Video Games), Metal Gear, 龍が如く | Ryuu ga Gotoku | Yakuza (Video Games), Resident Evil - All Media Types, Mass Effect Trilogy, Dragon Age (Video Games), Deus Ex (Video Games), God of War (Video Games), Tomb Raider & Related Fandoms, BioShock 1 & 2 (Video Games), Dishonored (Video Games), Fables: The Wolf Among Us (Video Game), The Last of Us, And Many More - Fandom
Rating: Mature
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Categories: F/F, F/M, M/M, Multi, Other
Characters: Samuel Drake, Nathan Drake, Victor Sullivan, Joel (The Last of Us), Ellie (The Last of Us), Elena Fisher, Rafe Adler, Nadine Ross, Chloe Frazer, Cullen Rutherford, Fenris, Solid Snake, Otacon, Garrus Vakarian, Blackwall, Iron Bull, Dorian Pavus, Sera, Anders, Hawke, Commander Shepard, Kratos, Lara Croft, Bigby Wolf, Snow White, Booker DeWitt, Jack Ryan bioshock, Kiryu Kazuma, Majima Goro, Adam Jensen, SO MANY CHARACTERS GAH, I probably forget a lot of them...
Relationships: Samuel Drake/Reader, Nathan Drake/Reader, Joel (The Last of Us)/Reader, Bigby Wolf/Reader, Solid Snake/Reader, Big Boss/Reader, Kazuhira Miller/Reader, otacon/reader, Chloe Frazer/Reader, Nadine Ross/Reader, Rafe Adler/Reader, Ellie (The Last of Us)/Reader, Revolver Ocelot/Reader, Harry Flynn/reader, Fenris/Female Hawke, Fenris/Male Hawke, Female Inquisitor/Cullen Rutherford, Blackwall/Female Inquisitor, Female Inquisitor/Iron Bull, Iron Bull/Male Inquisitor, Female Shepard/Garrus Vakarian, Male Inquisitor/Dorian Pavus, Anders/Female Hawke, Anders/Male Hawke, SO MANY RELATIONSHIP !, Requests open for them just ask, chances are I'm in the fandom of the video game ya like, Kiryu Kazuma/Reader, Majima Goro/Reader, Adam Jensen/Reader
Additional Tags: Smut, Fluff, x Reader
read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2u7mEvJ
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Master List- 2
RULES - FANDOMS
It feels all right - Sebastian Stan x Male Reader
New roles - Sebastian Stan x Male Reader
This road with you - Sebastian Stan x Male Reader
This is our second chance - Sebastian Stan x Male Reader
Let’s not waste time - Poison Ivy x Male Reader x Barbara Gordon
Night song - Hank Hall x Male Reader
Are you close? - Liam Dunbar x Male Reader
Corner of hearts - Theseus Scamander x Male Reader
The stars will be linked together - Chris Evans x Reader
Request; Coldflash x son reader? - Headcanons for him taking after snart?
Snowstorm - Steve Rogers x Male Reader
Heart Scribble - Steve Rogers x Sam Arias
Heart Scribble - Steve Rogers x Sam Arias part 2
This night - Harley Quinn x Female Reader G!P
You really made a video? - Female Reader x Harley Quinn x Catwoman, x G!P Poison Ivy
Request- Headcanons for being Aladdin son
Timeless candles - Descendants x Male Reader
Dating Jim Halpert Headcanon:
Cut the static - Dick Grayson x Male Reader x Jason Todd
Avoid the midnight run - Female!Student!Reader x Warren/Angel
Batman is a myth - Oliver Queen x Male Reader
Glad you are back - Oliver Queen x Male Reader x Barry Allen
Lake whisper - Barry Allen x Male Reader
Time won’t change my feelings for you - Barry Allen x Male Reader
I’m not vanilla - Barry Allen x Male Reader
Different earths same parents - Leonard Snart x Barry Allen x Male Reader Son
Stay - Wendy Carr x Female Reader
Partners in motion - Clark Kent x Male Reader x Bruce Wayne
Gravity - Bruce Wayne x Male Reader
Beans on pizza - Male Reader x Avengers Cast
Save water - Clark Kent x Male Reader
It’s over, we are your new rulers - Kara Danvers/Over girl x Male Reader
Falling Skyward - Lara Croft x reader
Seven-thirty? - Holden Ford x Female Reader
What will happen next, between us - Josie Saltzman x Male Reader
Calendar days - Simon Spier x Male Reader
Taking the next step - Tommaso Ciampa x Male Reader
I don’t know if I can - Hulk x Male Reader
Give me a second chance? - Catwoman x Male Reader x Batgirl
The only Indigo - Nia Nal G!P x Male Reader x Kara Danvers
All the lights followed - Gwen Stacy x Male Reader
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Video game characters x Reader
read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2u7mEvJ
by EllanaRavenwood
Title is pretty self-explanatory!
Words: 5865, Chapters: 2/?, Language: English
Fandoms: Uncharted (Video Games), Metal Gear, 龍が如く | Ryuu ga Gotoku | Yakuza (Video Games), Resident Evil - All Media Types, Mass Effect Trilogy, Dragon Age (Video Games), Deus Ex (Video Games), God of War (Video Games), Tomb Raider & Related Fandoms, BioShock 1 & 2 (Video Games), Dishonored (Video Games), Fables: The Wolf Among Us (Video Game), The Last of Us, And Many More - Fandom
Rating: Mature
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Categories: F/F, F/M, M/M, Multi, Other
Characters: Samuel Drake, Nathan Drake, Victor Sullivan, Joel (The Last of Us), Ellie (The Last of Us), Elena Fisher, Rafe Adler, Nadine Ross, Chloe Frazer, Cullen Rutherford, Fenris, Solid Snake, Otacon, Garrus Vakarian, Blackwall, Iron Bull, Dorian Pavus, Sera, Anders, Hawke, Commander Shepard, Kratos, Lara Croft, Bigby Wolf, Snow White, Booker DeWitt, Jack Ryan bioshock, Kiryu Kazuma, Majima Goro, Adam Jensen, SO MANY CHARACTERS GAH, I probably forget a lot of them...
Relationships: Samuel Drake/Reader, Nathan Drake/Reader, Joel (The Last of Us)/Reader, Bigby Wolf/Reader, Solid Snake/Reader, Big Boss/Reader, Kazuhira Miller/Reader, otacon/reader, Chloe Frazer/Reader, Nadine Ross/Reader, Rafe Adler/Reader, Ellie (The Last of Us)/Reader, Revolver Ocelot/Reader, Harry Flynn/reader, Fenris/Female Hawke, Fenris/Male Hawke, Female Inquisitor/Cullen Rutherford, Blackwall/Female Inquisitor, Female Inquisitor/Iron Bull, Iron Bull/Male Inquisitor, Female Shepard/Garrus Vakarian, Male Inquisitor/Dorian Pavus, Anders/Female Hawke, Anders/Male Hawke, SO MANY RELATIONSHIP !, Requests open for them just ask, chances are I'm in the fandom of the video game ya like, Kiryu Kazuma/Reader, Majima Goro/Reader, Adam Jensen/Reader
Additional Tags: Smut, Fluff, x Reader
read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2u7mEvJ
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Pouvez vous faire une histoire par rapport a lara quand elle meme a ressentit se désire ,latirrance en vers les femmes et que les hommes ne les l'intéressaient pas
Merci beaucoup pour la demande! J'espère que ça vous plait! X
To me, Lara croft is Bisexual rather than lesbian but everyone has their own headcanons and opinions and that’s okie :) This is very short and probably not the best thing I’ve written but I haven’t written anything in a while sooo *awkward finger guns*
SUMMARY: Lara realises that she likes women more than men.
FORM: Ficlet (Lara x Female!Reader)
WARNINGS: Bit of a cliche coffee shop meeting haha
MASTERLIST / PROMPT LISTS / RULES
Lara knew she was screwed from the moment she first saw her, from the way she walked from table to table serving people their warm beverages to the way she would tuck loose strands of hair behind her ear whenever it got in her way. Lara was completely captivated to the young woman who worked in the coffee shop she frequented. She had been pining internally for the last couple of weeks over her. No other being, man or woman compared, nor captured her interest so strongly. No other man could make her feel nearly as giddy as the young woman did whenever she spoke or smiled. Lara was broken out of her reverie by Sam elbowing her in the ribs.
“You’re drink is getting cold Lara… again. Perhaps on purpose so your little crush can come warm it up for you.” Sam teased, taking a sip from her own drink. Lara rolled her eyes but when she didn’t defend herself, Sam’s smile only grew.
“And maybe the drink isn’t the only thing you want her to warm up,” she winked suggestively.
“Oh shush!” Lara finally said, her eyes darting back to the computer screen before she was caught staring. Sam continued to tease Lara but she began to tune it out, her thoughts once again drifting back to the beautiful girl who served her coffee, admiring the beautiful smile that graced her lips as she waved a customer goodbye. Oh how screwed Lara was…
#lara croft#lara croft imagines#lara croft x reader#tomb raider#tomb raider imagines#lara croft imagine#female X female
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