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Rumi x F!Reader Pre-Dating Headcanons

My first tumblr post. I think this tag is too empty. Should I keep writing more?

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Miss girl here has absolutely no idea of what romantic feelings are supposed to feel like, and so, the first time she ever laid her eyes on you and her heartbeat fastened, senses all focused on you and a shiver ran down her back - well, she thought you were a demon.

Mira and Zoey were not convinced their new assistant manager, whom Bobby was so enthused about, was a demon — but they tried to help Rumi figure it out anyway.

"Have you seen her smile? It's all... weird."

"Look! She has patterns in her arms?" "No, Rumi, those were just her bracelets." "Well, why does she have so many? Suspicious, huh?"

"She literally brought donuts this morning, guys. She's trying to poison us."

Cue a week-long investigation where Rumi stalks you like a determined cat, with her Honmoon sword in one hand and phone to take pictures (proof!) on the other.

You notice, of course you do, and your first thought is that she must hate you so much she's trying to get you fired.

Eventually, Rumi has to concede that you're not a demon. Just... overwhelmingly pretty. Which is, frankly, worse. Much worse.

After that, she avoids you like the plague. Eye contact? A war crime. Casual conversation? Emotional waterboarding. Touching fingers when you both reach for the same pen on the conference room? A near-death experience.

"You were wonderful today, Rumi-ssi." along with a smile of yours was enough for her face and ears to get so terribly red that Mira got legit worried.

Zoey, of course, is living her best life having a live k-drama happening around her.

Bobby is THRIVING in the middle of the drama, by the way. He thinks it's a slow burn enemies-to-lovers. He’s not wrong, but he needs to stop narrating it like it's a k-drama. Out loud. In meetings.

Mira eventually corners Rumi and is like, "Hey, if she's not a demon, maybe you just like her?"

And Rumi short-circuits. Has to sit down. Has to stare into the void for 20 minutes.

The next time you smile at her, she tries to flirt.

Unfortunately, Rumi’s version of flirting is: “You have very symmetrical facial features. Like a statue. Or… a really expensive mannequin.” — while shoving a ramyeon with her face on it at you.

You're like: “...Thanks?”

Rumi, internally: nailed it

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Rumi x F!Reader Pre-Dating Headcanons

My first tumblr post. I think this tag is too empty. Should I keep writing more?

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Miss girl here has absolutely no idea of what romantic feelings are supposed to feel like, and so, the first time she ever laid her eyes on you and her heartbeat fastened, senses all focused on you and a shiver ran down her back - well, she thought you were a demon.

Mira and Zoey were not convinced their new assistant manager, whom Bobby was so enthused about, was a demon — but they tried to help Rumi figure it out anyway.

"Have you seen her smile? It's all... weird."

"Look! She has patterns in her arms?" "No, Rumi, those were just her bracelets." "Well, why does she have so many? Suspicious, huh?"

"She literally brought donuts this morning, guys. She's trying to poison us."

Cue a week-long investigation where Rumi stalks you like a determined cat, with her Honmoon sword in one hand and phone to take pictures (proof!) on the other.

You notice, of course you do, and your first thought is that she must hate you so much she's trying to get you fired.

Eventually, Rumi has to concede that you're not a demon. Just... overwhelmingly pretty. Which is, frankly, worse. Much worse.

After that, she avoids you like the plague. Eye contact? A war crime. Casual conversation? Emotional waterboarding. Touching fingers when you both reach for the same pen on the conference room? A near-death experience.

"You were wonderful today, Rumi-ssi." along with a smile of yours was enough for her face and ears to get so terribly red that Mira got legit worried.

Zoey, of course, is living her best life having a live k-drama happening around her.

Bobby is THRIVING in the middle of the drama, by the way. He thinks it's a slow burn enemies-to-lovers. He’s not wrong, but he needs to stop narrating it like it's a k-drama. Out loud. In meetings.

Mira eventually corners Rumi and is like, "Hey, if she's not a demon, maybe you just like her?"

And Rumi short-circuits. Has to sit down. Has to stare into the void for 20 minutes.

The next time you smile at her, she tries to flirt.

Unfortunately, Rumi’s version of flirting is: “You have very symmetrical facial features. Like a statue. Or… a really expensive mannequin.” — while shoving a ramyeon with her face on it at you.

You're like: “...Thanks?”

Rumi, internally: nailed it

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Rumi x Reader Pre-Dating Headcanons

My first tumblr post. I think this tag is too empty. Should I keep writing more?

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Miss girl here has absolutely no idea of what romantic feelings are supposed to feel like, and so, the first time she ever laid her eyes on you and her heartbeat fastened, senses all focused on you and a shiver ran down her back - well, she thought you were a demon.

Mira and Zoey were not convinced their new assistant manager, whom Bobby was so enthused about, was a demon — but they tried to help Rumi figure it out anyway.

"Have you seen her smile? It's all... weird."

"Look! She has patterns in her arms?" "No, Rumi, those were just her bracelets." "Well, why does she have so many? Suspicious, huh?"

"She literally brought donuts this morning, guys. She's trying to poison us."

Cue a week-long investigation where Rumi stalks you like a determined cat, with her Honmoon sword in one hand and phone to take pictures (proof!) on the other.

You notice, of course you do, and your first thought is that she must hate you so much she's trying to get you fired.

Eventually, Rumi has to concede that you're not a demon. Just... overwhelmingly pretty. Which is, frankly, worse. Much worse.

After that, she avoids you like the plague. Eye contact? A war crime. Casual conversation? Emotional waterboarding. Touching fingers when you both reach for the same pen on the conference room? A near-death experience.

"You were wonderful today, Rumi-ssi." along with a smile of yours was enough for her face and ears to get so terribly red that Mira got legit worried.

Zoey, of course, is living her best life having a live k-drama happening around her.

Bobby is THRIVING in the middle of the drama, by the way. He thinks it's a slow burn enemies-to-lovers. He’s not wrong, but he needs to stop narrating it like it's a k-drama. Out loud. In meetings.

Mira eventually corners Rumi and is like, "Hey, if she's not a demon, maybe you just like her?"

And Rumi short-circuits. Has to sit down. Has to stare into the void for 20 minutes.

The next time you smile at her, she tries to flirt.

Unfortunately, Rumi’s version of flirting is: “You have very symmetrical facial features. Like a statue. Or… a really expensive mannequin.” — while shoving a ramyeon with her face on it at you.

You're like: “...Thanks?”

Rumi thinks she’s doing great.

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Galinda: [takes off Elphaba’s glasses]

Galinda: [feeling the last shreds of her heterosexuality slipping away]

Galinda: We’ll just…leave these on…

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It really is nice how obviously fond Elphaba is of Glinda right off the bat in the movie, with What Is This Feeling showcasing how much Elphaba enjoys their little feud. For the first time in her life, someone's judging her for her, rather than her skin or her magic. Glinda doesn't give a shit that she's green, she's mad that Elphaba's taste in clothes and decor clash so severely with her own! She doesn't care that Elphaba could accidentally kill her if she got too angry, she's too busy being upset that Elphaba keeps minorly inconveniencing her! How refreshing that would be, to meet the most annoying person in the world and discover that her own narcissism has caused her to be the only person who sees you for who you really are. Of course Elphaba would take the hat seriously as a gift -- has anyone other than Dulciebear ever gifted her anything? Of course she would gamble her own self-confidence at the Ozdust -- at worst, Glinda's ego is so massive that she would never allow her mortal enemy to be the butt of someone else's joke. And in the best case, well, Glinda recognizes how important she is to the one person that she knows has no one. The only one who gets her, the only one who has ever understood her, standoffish and rude the way a stray cat is before it finally follows you indoors.

It's a real shame this story couldn't be anything other than a tragedy, huh?

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The Wizard and Madame Morrible both definitely thought Glinda and Elphaba were fucking, it’s so funny

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top!glinda and bottom!elphaba are canon

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“Why are they making Wicked gay??” Baby, Wicked’s BEEN gay. You’re so late to the party.

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Something about rooftops and confessions...

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dude something about the way victoria neuman pretended to look shocked and scared about the great head poppin' of s2e7. she was effortlessly exploding heads left n right, half of her kills were in this episode. need her in absolutely vile ways.

she's so gorgeous i want her so bad its gross 😿. @woahtherescouter 🤗

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DATING VICTORIA NEUMAN ♥

Headcanons for Boss!Victoria Neuman x Reader

⌗ female reader ⌗ age difference ⌗ power imbalance ⌗ but make it cute?

Meeting

Fresh out of college, you started working at the Federal Bureau of Superhuman Affairs (FBSA, thank you very much). Your family had an awful history with Compound V, with your mother's side shooting it up into their kids like candy to make mini-superheroes, so you wanted to make sure work and restrictions were enforced that enforced everyone's safety. You never wanted anyone to go through what you did.

You had an impressive resume and an even more impressive academic history, but that came with few friends. You bonded with Hughie first — he was the one to interview you and, unbeknownst to you, sing your praises to Victoria — but you weren't expecting to really bond with anyone else.

Since you hadn't had any other experiences outside of internships, academics, and part-time jobs you held during college and high school, you were assigned to very low-level work, and the colleagues you met with, while amicable, weren't anyone you really had much in common with, so you mostly stuck to daily texts and meme exchanges with Hughie.

However, Victoria made it a point to treat you better than anyone else at your internships (or even university) had. It started small, with her coming over and making conversation with you since you both had shared the same alma mater. She would bring you your favorite coffee when she stopped by Jitter Bean, which she inexplicably knew, and give you little knick-knacks like gum and stress balls to keep you occupied. It was sweet.

Eventually, though, it became larger. She’d ask for a work meeting, and while you’d meet up at one of the lovely but stuffy cafés in SoHo and talk this-and-that about work, it always devolved into you smiling and laughing with each other. Too,

Throughout this, you started seeing Victoria as a friend, honestly. You exchanged numbers and sent her photos of your crafts and pets, and she, her cooking. You talked to each other about your hopes and aspirations.

Eventually, the supposed work meeting invitations stopped, and she began flatly asking you out to coffee or lunch. Eventually, she started inviting you over to her house, too, and you met her daughter and pets.

Meanwhile, all this time, you're freaking out because you are very quickly falling for her, but she is your boss, goddammit. It's your first job, ever, and you feel like a fish out of water. Anyway, you're probably reading way too much into it, and it's inappropriate to think of your boss in this way.

However, when Victoria shows up outside your apartment one night with flowers and a small, coy smile on your face, things change.

During

You are always her plus-one. Always.

Food and drinks are a very big part of your relationship; growing up in Red River Institute, Vicky didn't have access to very good cuisine, so she always makes it a point to cook, eat, and drink yummy things. You love taking each other out to places in NYC, whether they're extravagant eateries or small family businesses, and treating each other.

And, to a similar point: coffee, coffee, coffee. Vicky's not particularly picky about her coffee — most of the time, it's to fuel her throughout her long shifts — so you two often go to the 24/7 Jitter Bean at least twice a day.

Vicky has a hard time taking care of herself; as much as she loves to cook, she oftentimes forgets to eat, and puts her main focus on her daughter. Because of that, you make it a point to always bring her water, food, snacks, etc. throughout the day, and hijacked her phone to set reminders to take care of herself when you weren't there to pester her (she finds it very cute, though, even if she'll playfully wave you off).

You both have each other on Life360, with Vicky suggesting it after the courtroom incident, and you both definitely do that dorky thing couples do where they send stuff like "charge ur phone" or, when the app is glitching and showing you in a river or some weird location, "what are you doing at __?" .

Even though you're dating, Vicky still expects top-notch work, and pushes you to work your hardest. You may be cute, but that's not how you get promotions, pumpkin.

(Expect at least two promotions during your relationship, though).

Vicky will often ask you to work after hours on random stuff (that does need to be done, for what it's worth) and surprise you with a kiss and something sweet, whether it's a trinket she found that reminded her of you or a bar of chocolate.

While Vicky was charmed by you from the start, the end-all-be-all to her was you and Zoe getting along, and you two do, stemming from you and Zoe's bonding over the Warrior Cats series. You help Zoe with her math homework every Tuesday and Thursday, and you three go out for a fun activity and lunch on Saturdays.

It's moments you share like these where Vicky really, really knows she wants to marry you.

However, Vicky does have her anxieties about your relationship. While she's let one or two things slip, her past isn't full knowledge to you, and she fears that you'll see or think of her differently if you knew who she was, what she'd done, and what she'd be capable of.

When you notice what's wrong, she wouldn't be fully forthcoming about the reasons why, but as long as you responded with care, comfort, and an affirmation that you'll always be by her side, she'll be able to loosen up.

I don't imagine her being very public about your relationship, but I doubt she'd hide it, either. I think it would be very much an "open secret" in the office.

After-Hours (NSFW)

18+ only.

Victoria loves giving you hickeys. One of her favorite things to do is give you a hickey dangerously close to your collarbone — just enough that a hint of it can show if your blouse slips — for the danger of it.

Really, she's heavy on the adrenaline aspect of sex. She loves risk. She has a huge thing for semi-public sex, and oftentimes will take you into the bathroom or storage closet and whisper in your ear to keep quiet. Once, she tried a remote-control vibrator on you during a work meeting, pushing you to a crescendo, making you horrified of cumming, before denying you. You almost cried in front of Hughie.

So, suffice to say, that had to stop.

To that extent, though, she always tries to make you blush during work meetings; whether it's giving you the look or sneaking a message with heavy undertones to you while Goldwater is prattling on about whatever-the-fuck, she tries pushing your limits and enjoys seeing you squirm.

Victoria prefers to have sex in ways where she fully feels control over you, where your euphoria comes from her own body; she goes crazy for fingering you and especially for eating you out.

However, she's not opposed to strap-ons and other toys, and finds them pretty fun and a way to spice things up.

She would definitely be into bondage, but hasn't given it much thought; if you asked, though, she'd do research and do it head-on, adorably so. When Vicky commits, she commits, and when she commits, she takes color-coordinated notes on BDSM etiquettes, different toys and their uses, so on and so forth.

When she has particularly stressful days, she prefers for you to take the lead, leading to soft, gentle, intimate sex where you slowly unravel her with your tongue.

Aftercare galore for both of you.

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Would Eda be afraid of the IRS?

From the most recent Owl House Voice Actor panel

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Keep Your Head In The Game

Yandere! Victoria Neuman x reader

(Warnings: threats of murder, non con touching/kissing, implied captivity)

Working at the Bureau had been your dream job. 

Vought had ruined so many people’s lives. It felt good to be part of something that stood against that company for those who couldn't. Despite not having powers, even you could be a hero. You'd worked under Victoria Neuman for years. You knew everything about her. 

And then Hughie Campbell ruined everything. 

You’d like to think of him as a friend. You and him had lunch together sometimes. You’d sit and smile as he went on and on about his girlfriend. He was a nice guy. You’d like to think that he and you were close. 

But Hughie broke you.  

Evidence. He’d shown you evidence of what she’d done. So much blood. So much gore. The orphanage, the files. 

“She’s one of them,” he’d whispered right before he fled into the night, “stay away from her. Quit. Please, for your sake, don’t go back to that fucking snake den.” 

And then he was gone. Just like that. 

Work in the Bureau continued as normal. Safe for the rumors of Soldier boy sightings, everything was so…fine, even without him. 

Even Neuman was unphased. 

She still smiled and laughed and told jokes as she surrounded herself with regular humans. She curled her lip when Supes were discussed. You used to love it when she brought Zoe around, but even her daughter you couldn’t even trust to be real. 

Victoria didn’t act like a Supe. 

But Hughie wasn't lying. 

Friday night. The bureau had a party going on tonight. Another Supe had been successfully put away. Those were always a sight, especially considering Gina would get shitfaced. You couldn’t go, feigning illness before you slipped out the night. You couldn’t enjoy yourself, not when you had so much to think about. 

Instead of enjoying the night with coworkers, you found comfort in the hardest liquor in your cabinet. Your one true friend. 

Not Hughie. Not anymore. Hughie left. Or maybe he was killed. Who knows. Who fucking cares. 

There’s a knock on your door. When you ignore it, it comes again louder. You groan, but you pull yourself off the couch eventually. Your neighbor again. You need to have a talk with her about disturbing you at odd hours of the night. 

“You look like you’ve seen better days.”

You can only stare. Victoria tilts her head. 

“Gonna let me in or will I have to stand out here?” 

Against your judgment, the instinct of always listening to your boss kicking in, you open the door. She elegantly steps in, surveying your home. 

She’s wearing that blue suit you’ve always complimented her on. Earlier, you would have admired her professional elegance. Now, it makes her look more inhuman. She looks even more out of place in your shabby apartment, studying your upkeep. 

“Sorry,” you say when you stop gawking, “I…I hadn’t had time to clean up.” 

“Don’t worry about it.” Victoria waves you off. “Just checking in on my favorite employee. How’re you feeling, by the way.” 

“Good.” You quickly reply. “I was just feeling a little under the weather earlier. I hope I didn't worry you." 

"Why wouldn't I be worried?" She tilts her head, grinning with straight white teeth that get increasingly eerie the longer you stare. "We're friends, aren't we?" 

Before, you wouldn't have blinked twice at her words and tone. You would have mindlessly agreed, smiled even. But things were different now. You were playing pretend with a known murderer. 

If you close your eyes, you can still remember the faces in that court before their heads exploded. You'd been behind a screen, watching it all in horror and you remembered closing your eyes and begging for Victoria to be alright, praying that it would be okay if everyone died but her. 

And now to realize she caused all that? 

"Maybe you have a fever. You're shaking." 

You were. You clasp your trembling hands together, trying to ease your nerves. 

"Yeah." Even your voice was wavering. Calm down. Calm down. "I still might not be over...whatever I came down with."

The predator clicks her tongue in sympathy, cooing as she nears her prey. You force yourself not to stiffen when she wraps a sturdy hand around your shoulders, leading you over to the couch. You sit next to her with your thigh pressed up against hers. You feel like you're about to vomit. 

"You should rest," Victoria says, "take a few days off work. I'll let everyone know." 

"Yeah," you say because this is good, it'll help you focus on what you need to do next, "definitely, thank you." 

"Oh, please, don't thank me." She laughs. "I'm glad you're not in the office because you're sick. For some reason, I thought you were avoiding me. Y'know, 'cause you were scared, I would pop your head." 

One second. Two seconds. And then you're up, scrambling off the sofa. It's instinct to run from monsters, no matter if they would take your head off your shoulders on a whim, whenever they want. It's instinct to be stupid and careless and run. 

If anything, you should be grateful this monster is her. 

She's strong, like all Supes are. Even though you know what she is, it takes you a moment to realize it's Victoria who had pinned you against the couch, keeping you underneath her. You used to win arm-wrestling competitions against her. The pressure caused your lungs to tighten, making it hard to breathe. Even has you struggled, tried to claw at her hands, tug on her pristine clothes, she didn't budge. You think the worst thing about all of this was that it didn't even look like it took much effort to keep you down. Like she was wrestling a kitten. 

"Easy, easy." She hushes, tone soft and condescending. "C'mon, we're both adults, aren't we? Let's be civil here." 

Civil. Like she had any right to use that word after what she's done for months, perhaps all her life. Your heart is a hummingbird frazzled with fear, but you can feel that twinge of anger and resentment even then. Something else too: betrayal. 

"Why?" You asked, your voice failing. "Why, Vicky?" 

For the first time tonight, her mask cracks. Her eyes flicker, looking at your defeated body before coming back up to your face. She looks remorseful, but not guilty. 

"I didn't....I didn't want you to find out this way." She admits, slightly easing off you, enough to ease the force in your lungs. "Or maybe ever, actually. Fucking Cambell, leaving a mess, and then running off. What else can you expect from that guy, right?" 

You just stare. Victoria sighs. 

“Of all people, I thought you would understand.” Her voice wavers. “I thought you’d get it, somehow.” 

You look at her, and you feel like you’re staring at that girl from Red River. Scared and Trembling Nadia, who just wanted love, someone to lean on. Someone who wasn't scared of her. 

Then it flickers, and then Victoria's back. 

"You murdered a whole room." You finally say. "How could you possibly ask me to understand that?" 

She glowers, her frown deepens, and then she's sitting up, getting off you. You learn your lesson from last time, but you still huddle in the corner of the sofa, watching her. 

"Right, because I'm supposed to believe you feel bad for them." Victoria rolls her eyes. "Half of those guys vacationed on Epstein's island before the brand change, and you were there when those deep fakes came out. Remember Congressmen Davis? He kept staring at your ass on the House Floor, so I'm not sure why you're acting like they're suddenly men of valor." 

"Yes, yes, yes, they were terrible people." You press your hand to your forehead. "But you-we-we can't kill people. We-we're supposed to do things the right way and I just-" You choke on your words. 

"Hughie got to you," she notes, "I knew I shouldn't have paired you up with each other." 

"You lied to me." You murmur. There's no anger anymore, just heartbreak. "You lied to everyone. I thought we were fighting against Vought, but we've been in their pocket this whole time." 

"We're still fighting-" 

"You're Stan Edgar's daughter. We're in their pocket."

You press your hands to your face, squeezing. All the while you can feel Victoria watching. You ignore her. There's no point in talking to her, not anymore. You might not have known Victoria, but you know the Supe that committed a massacre. Her cover was blown. You were a leaking faucet she needed to turn off. 

"What now?" You ask, drawing up to look at her. "Are you going to kill me?" 

Her mouth twitches. Her eyes flicker with realization. A soft coo comes from her lips, utterly condescending. Suddenly, her posture changes: less intimidating, more welcoming. 

"Oh, sweetie, is that why you're so upset?" She shifts until you're trapped in her arms. You don't bother fighting. Your bravery has run out. Tears are already dripping down your cheeks. "You thought I was gonna...." There's a laugh spilling off her lips. You squeeze your eyes shut when she hugs you tighter. 

"I'm not gonna hurt you," Victoria says, a smile in her voice. "Not to you. Never to you." 

Her hands are so warm as she cradles your face, forcing you to look at her. It's a gentle type of cruelty, forcing you to face your fears while the monster gives you a beautiful smile. 

"I cherish you too much to do that." 

You must look so lost. She laughs even more at that. 

"Seriously? It wasn't obvious? C'mon, Zoe is crazy about you, she never shuts up. And I...I think it's better if I just..." 

Her lips are soft. Gentle. You don't kiss back. You can't. You're frozen in ice. 

"I won't hurt you." Then, her tone tightens just the tiniest bit. "You're friends and family, on the other hand..."

When she pulls away, she's the most relaxed you've ever seen her. You wish you could say the same. While her smile grows larger, so does the gaping hole in your stomach. 

You close your eyes, slumping in defeat.

"What do you want?" You plead. 

You can feel her lips press on your cheek. Victory.

When you walk through the door, Zoe looks elated. 

She calls your name with a delighted giggle, reaching out to hug you. You wish you could return her enthusiasm, but you can barely pat her head. 

"What're you doing here?" She asks when she's done hugging you, looking up at you with pretty eyes. Her eyes are much like her mother's; they just haven't lost their innocence yet. 

Neuman steps in, a strong hand on your shoulder. That same gentle smile that holds the comfort a mother has for her daughter. 

"Gas leak, right?" She turns to look at you. "Real nasty. So, I offered our home for a little while." 

Zoe nods. She's the only thing so far that's remained stagnant. Maybe that's why you're more than eager to listen to what she did at school that day. She rambles on and on, and there's nothing left to say anymore. Until Victoria sends her daughter to bed. 

"It's probably best to keep the real reason hush-hush," she tells you later, shutting the master bedroom. 

You're seated pliantly on the bed, watching her shrug off her cardigan. The mattress sinks underneath your weight. Silk covers. It's too big for just one person. 

You're not a captive, she explained in the back of her fancy black car. You could roam around, meet up with friends, call people, do whatever your heart desired. It would just be under her eyes from now on. 

"A safeguard." She charitably explained, perfectly manicured fingernails drumming on her thigh. "Just so you don't do something we both might regret." 

You don't know if she'd been telling the truth when she insisted your head was off-limits, but you knew she had your family's names and addresses. So you sat pliantly in that car, pliantly listened to Zoe, and pliantly followed Victoria into her bedroom. 

On paper, you weren't a captive. But you and Victoria both knew better. 

"Is Zoe also...?" You trail off, averting your eyes when she unbuttons her blouse. You can hear her clothes drop to the floor as she unabashedly rifles through her drawer. 

"No," Victoria answers. And then your heart drops when she adds. "Not yet." 

You shudder, but she's already sitting next to you. She coaxes you to look at her with a hand on your cheek. Even dressed down, she's gorgeous. Unblemished skin was barely covered by a silk gown. 

You think she looks just as upset as you. Maybe even more. She pets your cheek thoughtlessly. 

"When I brought you to my bed for the first time, I thought things would be different, somehow." She laughs. It sounds bitter. 

"I never wanted this. Not for us," Victoria says, "but-but there's nothing else I can do. It...." 

A tear drips down your face. She's pushing it away. 

'You'll be okay." A kiss to your temple. "I know you will." Lips at your cheek. 

When she finally gives into her inhibitions and kisses you, you know she was lying about it all. 

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hiding from plain sight

— lara croft x fem!reader

summary | lara didn’t think that her last minute tactic to hide would end up with the two of you confessing

tw | R & L basically make out, SUGGESTIVE CONTENT, awkward confessions, they’re running from people wanting to hurt them

a/n | NOT PROOFREAD. this scene is following what happened in the game, but I obviously changed it a bit. enjoy :)

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Landing in Peru had a rough start. Going off of the plane crash you tried to have hope that it all would stop. The flood from before was sickening, everyone just barely surviving. Just before the plane had begun its descend, Lara had gone on about how she awoken something, but you still had hope this was all a fever dream. That she awoke nothing and was another tangent of hers.

That hope was a fantasy.

If you were a friend of Lara. Anywhere the woman went injuries and chaos followed.

You all were grateful for the support from a nearby city after the back-to-back death experiences. Lara and Jonah had been at these adventures far longer than you, so it made sense that they wouldn’t look as bothered. What didn’t make sense is for you to be just as unbothered, but you tried for the sake of not disturbing them.

Lara had gotten up from the table you all were sitting, saying she wants to look around.

“Are you sure you don’t want me to come,” Jonah starts but Lara waves it off, saying she’s told him before that he’s deserves rest.

“I could?”

Jonah puts a handle hand near you, “are you sure. You still look like you’re in shock.”

“I’ll be fine.”

You follow Lara out towards the city. The mountains and shrubbery surrounding were breathtaking, bringing life to the already crowded streets.

“Being out here makes it difficult to want to go back home, why would someone wish to stare at architecture all day?”

A glare is sent her way, “You seek out stone, Lara, and stare at it for days. Sometimes weeks.”

She hums, looking over to you with a small smile. A sigh comes from her then, sounding exhausted.

“I feel terrible,” she points at you and Jonah in a fluid motion, “I’ve dragged you through hell.”

She leans on her right hip, a new habit of hers as she rubs a finger over your cheek. You hiss when it comes into contact right where your face had unfortunately crashed into the broken glass on the ground.

“Thankfully it’s not too deep,” she looks like she’s going to continue her doting and you’re quick to shut it down with a playful swat to. her hand.

“I'm going to live with a few cuts and bruises. How’re you, I haven’t even asked.”

“I’ll live.”

The end of her sentence is cut off with a guttural shout, Jonah’s body barreling into hers being the cause. His hand comes on end shoulder to steady her.

“You have to move,” he shoves you forward, “go.”

He’s calm on the outside, but the constant looking over his shoulder makes you nervous. As you run he attempts to explain the situation, a hoard of attackers are running through the town. An arrow flies through the air, a sound sharp in your ear as it narrowly misses your head.

“Jonah I’ll call you on your radio, stay safe.”

He’s giving a curt nod, looking to the both of you, before sprinting to the opposite end of the city. With you all separated, Lara grabs your arm and drags you down a decently sized cliff. Her hands steady you but she’s barely giving you any time before she’s tugging you along again. You’re trying your best but you’re out of breath, every deep breath feels you’re allowing needles into your lungs.

“Lara,” you gasp, “please, I need a moment.”

She doesn’t make any sign that she’s heard you, but you’re too scared to ask again, feeling like you’ve used all your petty asks. When she begins to speak you realize she’s heaving air just as a rough as you.

“Okay,” a crevice between two buildings is where she leads you, “we can rest here for a minute, hide from the general view.”

Her grip slips from yours as you slide down the wall and fall onto the ground. Sweat drips down onto the ground with the way your head fit between your legs. Lara’s at the entrance, looking around and listening to every word someone’s speaking nearby.

“What’s happening?”

Lara shakes her head and comes to rest beside you, “I’m not sure. Could be Trinity, or an enemy of the village we’re in.”

A minute passed and you feel it’s easier and even lighter to breathe again. Neither of you have said much for the sake of trying to saying hidden until the yelling in the distance quiets down. You’re hoping with every bone in your body you won’t have to run again.

“I think-“

“We could lead you to the mountain.”

Goosebumps line your body. Lara looks to you before walking towards the entrance of the alleyway. Judging by how fast she’s pushing her way towards you, you’re assuming it’s nothing good. Her hands find their way on your shoulders, face turned towards the little space between the buildings you’re squished between.

“Trinity,” she whispers, exasperated, “they’re here?”

“Do they know that we are as well?”

“It’s possible.”

The little stones in the dirt below you dig into you as her hands tighten around you. Her breath hot on your face as she mumbles nonsense under her breath.

“There’s nowhere for us to go,” you express your concern.

“That much is obvious, I’m trying to hear how far they are compared to us. Maybe we have a chance of running.”

That second she hears Dominguez’s voice what sounds like only a few steps away. She’s cursing, looking above and around you two.

“Lara,” you ask worryingly, hearing the footsteps getting clearer. Your eyes stay on her, frozen in fear if you two have to fight.

“Do you trust me.”

Your chest brushes hers with each breath. Her hair brushes your face with close she is. Your eyes are focused on her heavy ones as they search your face for an answer. Looking at how you two are, it’s almost funny how she thinks you don’t trust her. In the moment she’s your solid ground like she’s always been since you’ve ran into her.

“Yes,” you say and immediately her face is closing the distance between you two. A soft gasp comes from you as she moves her lips gently over yours. Hands push your legs apart, the space allowing for her body moves closer.

“Put your hands on me,” she murmurs against your lips.

You tuck your fingers into her buckle loop and tug her closer if possible. She kisses you with more passion now. Every sound coming from you is distracting when she’s trying to focus on the danger walking nearby.

“Lara is here in Peru?”

His tone is cold, scaring you. You act quick, weaving a hand into Lara’s hair and dragging her ponytail loose. Every second following you’re removing item after item to try and seem unrecognizable.

Her hands are fiddling with the buttons of your shirt. She’s pressing a kiss under your jaw, guiding down your neck. You’re embarrassed by the genuine moan that slipped.

You spot his figure come into view from behind Lara’s head and right away you’re shutting your eyes again. Ignorance is bliss.

Her lips find yours again, hands resting atop of yours. Thumbs rub soothing circles on the back of your hands as she navigates your arms to rest on her shoulders.

Another minute passes. The ministrations between you calming down as you realize he’s left. Your face heats when you look down to her rather swollen lips.

“I think he’s left,” she’s avoiding looking at you with the way her face is turned all the way around. “We can call Jonah and find where he’s at.”

She looks back to you and begins to ramble, guilt resting in her tight expression.

“I’m sorry. That was insensitive of me.”

“What?”

“I didn’t have to do that to hide. I should’ve thought more carefully about my actions.”

“It wasn’t unwelcome, I actually quite enjoyed it.”

She looks decently surprised, maybe satisfied, “yeah?”

“Yeah,” you smile.

Her face comes close so she can place one on your cheek, “like that?”

You nod and she’s leaning in again to kiss at your collarbone, asking the same question before and getting the same answer. You relax into a full kiss, bringing a hand to comb through her long hair.

“That too?”

You laugh, “I like the kisses and the one giving them.”

She returns your ecstatic attitude, placing one last kiss on the corner of your lips, “me too.”

You grin fully, fear almost fading into a distant memory. The sheer joy on your face finds its way through how you’re pulling her near to kiss at her cheek. Trinity could come back any second, but you’re on cloud nine, so what else matters?

“We probably should dial Jonah,” she tries but grows weak at now you whine in disbelief. You’re about to agree when you hear his voice coming up.

“I heard you two through the radio,” his forehead shiny from the sweat rolling down his face, “why are you on the ground?”

You let a snarky laugh, nudging Lara but she’s putting her hands up. Jonah blinks, looking down to your neck, “woah what bit you?”

“Lara?” you say meekly.

“Is that some kind of species here?”

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