#I still love you Lara Croft but move over

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Absolutely nobody: ...

Me: (literally 30 years late to the fandom) Guys have you heard about these Metroid games?!

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The Doctor's In - Part 3

Summary: Wanda gets a little jealous and you're in trooouublee.

Wanda Maximoff x F!R, Carol Danvers x F!R.

A/N: Part 1 & 2 are recent, so you can find them on my blog. Sorry I'm tired and lazy to link them. Will do that later lol.

Coffee in an IV, that’s what you need. However, drinking it is the next best thing so you get one from the cafeteria and give the other cup to Darcy, who’s yawning in one of the stretchers that people leave in the hallway.

“Bless you”

You hum in acknowledgment, sitting next to her.

“Duty or booty?” she asks when your phone pings.

“Ha, good one. You should do stand up” you say, ignoring her.

“So, it is a booty call” Darcy insists when you begin typing, a smile on your face.

“It’s not. My neighbour was telling me something about her children. You remember them, the Maximoffs”

“The broken arm?” you nod, sipping from your cup. “Ok, so now you text her about her children? To get into her pants?”

“No! Not everything is about sex, Darcy”

“If you really think about it, it kinda is. And you still haven’t told me why she’s texting you”

“I took care of the twins the other day, when she went out on a blind date. With a man” you give her a pointed look. “And I showed them a videogame I loved when I was kid, and apparently helped to create a new obsession”

“Which one? Lara Croft?”

“Spyro”

“The purple dragon? You are such a dork” she says, scrunching up her face. You roll your eyes, ready to give her the middle finger when her pager goes off.

“Karma” you cough up and she glares.

“This conversation is not over!” she threatens, leaving you alone.

You look at the chat with Wanda.

Wanda: They both want to be Spyro for Halloween!

Y/N: Sounds cute! They could have a little Sparks floating around on their shoulder.

Wanda: It’s all they talk about every day, I swear I’m dreaming about dragons.

Y/N: Sorry?

Y/N: I do have a plan to make it up to you.

—

You’re done with the coffee, at least if you want to get some rest. Still, you pick up a latte and a scone for Wanda, and carry the new videogame as you knock on the woman’s door.

“Oh, hi!” she looks at you, confused.

“Hey. Sorry, I don’t know how you take your coffee. It’s a latte, dairy free” you hand over the cup and the scone. “And I have something for the twins”

“That’s so sweet, but they’re at school”

“Today’s not Saturday?” you say, confused. Wanda giggles at that, making you blush.

“Today is Tuesday. Come on in”

“I didn’t mean to interrupt, I’m sorry” you say, following her to the kitchen.

“I don’t have to be at work for another hour, so it’s fine” she assures you. “Plus you saved me a trip to the coffee shop”

“You know, I’ve never asked about what you do for a living” you say apologetically, only now realising that you’ve barely interacted with Wanda since you moved here.

“I’m an author and illustrator” she says.

“That’s so cool! Anything I’ve read?”

“Only if you like children’s books” the woman smiles.

“Can’t say that I have read any lately. But that’s awesome. I’m a little starstruck, I’ve never met a writer before”

Wanda laughs at that, and you blush a little.

“Oh, before I forget. Maybe this will distract them from dragons” you hand over the new videogame and Wanda arches an eyebrow.

“The solution to a videogame is another videogame?” she says with her mom voice.

“Uh… yes? It’s Crash. It’s really funny. Sorry, it was dumb, forget it” you begin to regret it, reaching for the box, but Wanda does the same thing, her hand landing on yours.

“I’m kidding. It’s very sweet of you, Y/N”

The way she says your name is almost hypnotic, and once again your eyes travel to her lips.

For the first time, you’re willing to admit that it wasn’t the alcohol that made you wanna kiss Wanda.

Still, your hands are touching and you want to lean forward.

Your phone interrupts the moment, and you apologize, thinking it might be from the hospital.

Carol: I’m outside your house :)

What?

“Work?” Wanda says when you frown.

“I’m not sure… I should get home. Sorry”

“I’ll walk you out. If you want to come by for dinner and show the boys the new game, you’re more than welcomed” she offers.

“Yeah, that sounds like fun. I’ll text you later” you promise, waving the woman goodbye.

Carol is leaning against her motorcycle, and she does a double take when you walk out of the house across the street.

“Did I get the wrong house?”

“No” you laugh. “I was at my neighbour’s, I got something for her kids”

“That’s very thoughtful” Carol holds your hand, and you try not to blush at the sudden contact.

“So, what’s up?”

“I was wondering if you’d like to come to my place tonight. I’ll cook something nice, we’ll have a lot of sex and you won’t have to hold back those pretty moans of yours”

“Such a romantic, Danvers” you roll your eyes, but smile nonetheless. “I’m in”

“Alright. See you tonight” Carol says, kissing you. That’s another thing that takes you by surprise, and you don’t know what’s gotten into her.

Walking inside your home, you open the fridge and it doesn’t hit you until you see Billy’s drawing.

You told Wanda you’d be there for dinner.

Crap.

It feels cheap to cancel over what is esentially a -very tempting- booty call, but you’re also aware that you might be thinking too much of yourself. The truth is, Wanda probably doesn’t give a crap about whether or not her workaholic neighbour comes to dinner.

A few hours later, when you’re still thinking of a way to politely reschedule, you get a text from Wanda.

Wanda: I forgot we had a thing with friends from school. Maybe some other time?

Y/N: Yeah, no worries!

You try to ignore the disappointment you feel over not seeing Wanda again, focusing on the night ahead.

Here were the facts:

Wanda dated men, obviously.

Darcy would kick your ass if she even suspected you had a crush on your straight neighbour.

And maybe, just maybe, that’s what is happening.

—

“I hope you like parmesan chicken” Carol says, as you look around her apartment. The decoration is very modern and you admire the collection of books she has. You’re more of an online article person, but right now you’re reconsidering your stance.

“Smells great” you comment, opening the bottle of white wine you brought. You hop on her kitchen counter, watching as she finishes the food.

“So, what did your neighbours say about that thing you got them?”

“I don’t know, they were at school, but maybe I’ll stop by tomorrow”

Or maybe not, considering you’re developing a crush on their beautiful mother.

“I didn’t know you liked kids so much” she comments and you shrug your shoulders.

“I mean, I’m ok with kids, but these two are really sweet and nice. One of them was at the hospital recently, he broke his arm”

“Really? And how come I didn’t hear of it?” Carol raises her eyebrows, always on top of everything that happens at her department.

“Relax, Ortho Goddess. I drove them there and took care of everything, your intern just helped with the cast” you take a sip of your wine. “I don’t even know if you were at the hospital”

“So, no dad?”

You shrug your shoulders, a bit impatient. You were hoping to push Wanda out of your mind, and Carol kept on bringing her up.

“I’m not sure what happened, if there’s a father in the picture or not… but enough about this. How’s the grant application?”

“It’s hell. But I’m glad Kamala is so committed, I’d go nuts without her”

“Must be nice, to have an intern like that” you say, thinking about the rotation of doctors you get. They’re helpful, but none of them stay long enough to understand the logistics of an ER.

“No more chat about work” Carol proclaims and you laugh.

“Oh, what else can we talk about?“

“You’re right. Maybe we shouldn’t talk at all”  she pretends to think about it, standing between your legs. Your laugh is cut off by her lips on yours, moving impatiently until you let her explore your mouth with her tongue.

“Food’s gonna get cold”

“We’ll heat it up” Carol says, pulling your legs around her waist and carrying you across the apartment. “Let me show you the bedroom”

“We’re skipping the rest of the tour?”

“No, we’re definitely having sex in the shower” Carol says, making you laugh.

As her kissing becomes frantic, and you lose yourself in the feeling of skin against skin, for a brief moment, you forget those green eyes and auburn hair.

—

The rest of the week goes by in a blur. An accident in the highway keeps you locked in the hospital for 48 hours straight, and all you can manage is sleep and shower between surgeries.

You get to be for eight hours at home before returning for a day and a half shift. The only thing in your mind as you finally get in the car is working out, because you’ve seen horrible situations for the past four days and need to be so exhausted that you’ll pass out as soon as your head hits the pillow.

You go out in a sports bra and shorts, hoping the exercise helps with all the stress. After a good thirty minutes, you return home, sweating and panting.

You turn to the garden hose to pour some water on your face and neck, when you hear someone cursing and something falling.

“You ok?” you run to Wanda, trying to get her garbage can back up.

“Yeah, thanks” she says, looking anywhere but you. “Busy lately?”

“God, you have no idea” you sigh, crossing your arms. “Heard about that crash in the highway? We had like twelve people come in”

“That’s horrible” Wanda says, finally looking at you.

“It’s the job I guess. How are you? And the twins? Did they like the game?”

“Oh, they actually haven’t had…”

You hear a motorcycle pulling up and have to stop yourself from rolling your eyes. What’s Carol’s game? The blonde eyes you, and you want to smack that smug grin off her face.

“Sorry, you were saying” you ignore her, turning back to Wanda.

“It’s not important, I have to get back and make dinner” she says, saying goodbye as fast as possible. You turn back home, feeling dejected.

“Was I interrupting?” Carol asks.

“Is that supposed to mean something?”

“I don’t think you notice the way she’s looking at you, Y/N” she insists as you both step inside your house.

“Wanda? Don’t be ridiculous, she’s just my neighbour”

Your perfect, funny, beautiful neighbour who has her life together and no time to entertain a workaholic like you.

“And last time I checked, we weren’t exclusive” you add.

“Why are you trying to pick a fight with me?” she smiles, cornering you against the wall.

“Because, I don’t know what’s up with you, having me over and then showing up out of the blue. It’s very… couple-y”

“Is that so?” she leans forward, her lips barely touching yours.

“Y-yes”

“Maybe I just had a bad week, and I know for a fact you did too. So we can take a bath together, have some pizza and then fuck each other’s brains out”

This time, her lips do actually meet yours and inspite of everything, you give into the kiss.

“Unless you wanna invite your neighbour over to join us, which I’m definitely not against”

“Ugh, you’re such an ass” you break apart, rolling your eyes and going upstairs, laughing with Carol as she follows you eagerly.

—

They’ll have to move. That’s the only way to escape.

Wanda closes the door, leaning against it, hoping that the image of you, walking in those sinful clothes disappears from her mind.

Of course she had to make a fool of herself, dropping the garbage and attracting your attention.

If only she had gone out earlier, Wanda could have saved herself the trouble of witnessing that mysterious woman, who was very obviously your girlfriend, looking at you like you were an entire meal.

What if she moves in with you? What if Wanda has to see you everyday, kissing the blonde goodbye or hanging around or…?

“Mom” Tommy calls for her, and she has to pull herself together.

“Yes, sweetheart” she forces a smile, looking at her son.

“What are we having for dinner?”

“Well, I was thinking some mac and cheese”

And then, she’ll drown her sorrows in a bottle of cheap wine. Hopefully she’ll dream of you, sweaty and having your way with Wanda.

—

There’s an unfamiliar weight as you wake up, and as you turn, you look at Carol’s disheveled state.

“Blanket thief” you accuse.

“Shhh”

“Gotta pee”

“No, five more minutes” she pleads, nuzzling against your neck.

“What? Too tired after last night?” you taunt, remembering how she seemed to be insatiable and only stopped when you were too sensitive.

“Well, yeah. I rocked your world. Where’s my reward?”

“I can offer you coffee and scrambled eggs”

“Your fridge was empty, remember?”

“Oh. In that case, coffee and breakfast somewhere nice”

“Deal” she kisses your shoulder, moving to get her clothes.

“I can’t believe we have to be back in three hours” you complain, stretching. The sheet falls, leaving your entire body in full display.

“Maybe we can have something else for breakfast” Carol says, pulling you back down.

After another hour, you finally go down the stairs. You’re arguing over taking her motorcycle or your car when you hear voices outside.

Billy and Tommy are looking curiously at the motorcycle, touching the handle.

“Hey, kiddos” you greet, and they turn around, scared at being caught.

“Wanna get on it?” Carol offers and they nod excitedly.

Carol is busy showing them how it works when the front door opens, Wanda calling for the twins.

“You know you can’t leave the house like that. I am so sorry” she turns to you, but Carol is the one who answers.

“It’s no problem, really”

Wanda gives the blonde a tight smile.

“Come on, let’s get back inside”

“Oh, how long has he had the cast?” Carol says.

“Like a year” Billy says and you laugh, ruffling his hair.

“3 weeks?” you turn to Wanda.

“It’s actually 4. I meant to ask you when is he supposed to get it off”

“Come by the hospital and we’ll take a look. Children’s bones heal faster” Carol says, and it’s very obvious now that she’s inserting herself in the conversation so Wanda acknowledges she’s with you.

“Sure. I’ll text Y/N later”

“Great. I’ll make time to personally check Billy, did I get it right?” Carol turns to the kid and he nods.

“Well, Y/N has been his doctor, so I don’t think that’s necessary” Wanda pushes back, crossing her arms. All you do is look between them.

“Oh, we can both check it out if it makes you more comfortable, after all I am the head of Orthopedic Surgery”

“I thought you didn’t date other surgeons” Wanda turns, and you can finally get a glimpse of how scary she must be when one of the twins disobbeys her. She’s smiling, but her eyes tell a different story.

“I… well…” you mumble like an idiot.

“Time to go, or we won’t eat breakfast. Come on, I’m starving after last night” Carol takes your hand, pulling you away from Wanda.

You’d rather be doing an enema on a patient than witnessing this weird tug-a-war they have going on.

“Come on, boys” Wanda takes them back home, and Carol waves innocently at her.

“Seriously?” you say, ripping out the extra helmet from her hands.

“What? I was just messing with her. Come on, princess. Hold on tight”

Carol revs the engine loudly, leaving your driveway with a smile on her face.

She has the better sense to drop the subject during breakfast, picking out a small diner close to the hospital.

On the other hand, you are unable to stop thinking about everything that happened and, against your better judgement, do something that you’ll clearly regret.

You tell Darcy.

“Wait, wait, wait!” she says, holding her sides. “Your situationship and the MILF next door were fighting over you?”

“It’s not funny” you say, resisting the urge to choke her with her stethoscope.

“It so is. Girl, you gotta pick a struggle”

“You’re useless” you complain.

“No, ok, hear me out” she takes a deep breath, wiping away the tears and looking at you. “So, on one hand, you have a thing with Danvers. Do you really think she got over Rambeau already?”

“Of course not! Which is why I was fine with it being just sex. She’s the one who started doing other weird, couple stuff”

You weren’t an idiot; Carol and Maria had been together for years, and engaged until Maria left to work with Doctors Without Borders. Thought you didn’t know why they split up, it was fairly obvious that they were too proud to talk it out, but they still loved each other.

“Exactly. So, let’s say you start seeing Danvers more seriously, and then Maria comes back. You’re…”

“Fucked” you nod along, starting to understand Darcy’s point.

“On the other hand, you have the hot mom. According to you, she dates men. We have no clue if the father of her children is dead, missing, crazy… Maybe he'll come back eventually”

“And I’m fucked again” you rub your eyes, frustrated. “All I wanted was a way to destress. This is the exact opposite”

“I guess you’re very charming” Darcy shrugs her shoulders, and you’re about to thank her when she adds. “Or stupid”

In spite of everything, her words hold some truth. As you see patients and take care of the ER, you think of a way to fix everything.

Then, your phone pings and dread invades you.

Wanda: We’re in the foyer.

Fuck it, you’ll make sure you get to them before Carol and send them home before they get into another weird ass argument.

You run to find the Maximoffs, taking Billy to get an X-Ray.

“It’s urgent” you tell the technician.

But Carol is three steps ahead of you, because she asked to be informed of any patients that came to get X-Rays over cast removals.

So, by the time you and Billy come back, Wanda and Tommy are in the room, while Carol confirms Billy’s arm is completely healed.

“Hey, thank you for getting that X-Ray” Carol says with a smile and you curse to yourself.

Stupid, stupid, stupid.

“Come on, kiddo, let’s get your arm back” you bring him to the bed, where Kamala prepares to do the removal. Carol forgets her little feud with Wanda for a moment, reminding her resident how to do the procedure.

“Is that a saw?” Wanda says, pale.

“Yes, I know it looks scary but it’s perfectly safe, I promise” you say, holding on to her arm. She looks at you, nodding and you smile, letting your hand drop to her back, rubbing slowly to calm her down. Wanda leans into the touch, her shoulders relaxing.

It’s so easy, to reach out for her.

Carol doesn’t miss the contact, but keeps on observing as Kamala cuts the cast.

Billy moves his arm tentatively.

“It might be weird at first. Try to take it easy the first few days” you say and Billy nods, keeping the cast with all stickers and drawings from his friends.

“That’s pretty much it” Carol says, removing her gloves. “If you have any questions…”

“I’ll call Y/N. Thank you” Wanda cuts off.

“Mom, we should celebrate!” Billy says. “Can Y/N come over?”

“That would be fun…” you begin to say.

“Oh, sweetheart. Y/N is very busy” Wanda speaks over you. She’s not even looking your way and you hate to admit it, it kinda hurts.

“No more running down the stairs, buddy” you say, opening the door for them. The three walk out, Tommy and Billy waving goodbye.

Carol goes after you the minute you leave the room.

“What the hell was that?”

“Excuse me?”

“The touching and the love eyes” she insists.

“You’re the one that made it weird to begin with, Carol” you say, feeling a headache approaching.

“Well, yeah. We have this thing going on and you act like you’re in love with someone else”

“Now hold on” you stop in the middle of the hallway, pointing a finger to her chest. “You and I agreed it was just sex. We don’t talk about the massive elephant in the room because frankly, it’s none of my business. But be honest. If Maria came back right now, would you not to want to be with her?”

Carol takes a step back. This is the first time you’ve seen her speechless.

“I don’t know. Maybe. If she came back, I… she would come first. But that’s just hypothetical”

“No, it isn’t. Because she is right there, Carol”

You point behind her, watching as Maria Rambeau, former head of Pediatric Surgery is talking to Chief Fury.

Carol turns her head so fast you’re shocked she didn’t snap something.

The look of adoration, longing and sorrow in her eyes tells you everything you need to know.

“Go” you smile, squeezing her arm. “You should always go after what you want, Danvers”

She nods, still too shocked to move.

You’ll let them have their reunion in private and will use the rest of your shift to mope about Wanda.

“Go home” Fury says when you stick around long after your shift. “Sorry about Danvers”

“Sir, you knew?”

“I know everything” he shrugs his shoulders and you can’t help but smile.

Of course, Carol drove you here so you take a cab home, which is fine. You’re too tired and distracted to drive anyway.

Truth is, you’re not sad about Carol. The only thing you can think about is Wanda and how she left without so much as a look in your direction.

“This the place?” the driver says and you snap out of it, handing him the money and some extra. “Sweet, thanks. Have a good night”

“You too, man”

After a shower, and eating pizza leftovers, you’re still thinking about Wanda. As you sip from your beer, and look at the tv without paying attention, someone knocks at the door.

“Who is it?”

“It’s Wanda”

You jump from the couch, spilling some of the beer on your pants.

“Sorry, if it’s a bad time I’ll come back later”

“No, wait” you run to the door, opening and looking ashamed. “I spilled beer on myself. I seem to do that a lot when you’re around”

“I should have texted, I’m sorry”

“No, you can come over whenever you want. Is everything ok, are you ok?”

“Well, no” she runs her hands through her hair, and starts ranting. “I came to apologize, I was so rude to you, and I have absolutely no right to be. You have been nothing but nice, helpful and kind and I… I was a total bitch”

“Hey, hey, stop it” you take her hand, pulling her inside. “Wanda, it’s fine, I get it. I’m not mad at you”

“You have every right to be” Wanda insists, and you can see she’s spiraling, so you pull her against you, hugging her.

“I’m here. Not going anywhere”, you say against her shoulder. You only let go when you feel Wanda’s breathing going back to normal. You take a step back, your hands dropping to her waist. “Want some pizza and beer?”

“Uh… that sounds good, yeah. Can we sit on your kitchen? That way I can look out the window, just in case the twins wake up”

“Yeah, come on” you take her hand, closing the door as she enters your place.

You stay silent as you warm a slice of pizza and get another beer for you, offering her a bottle.

“I don’t think I’ve drank beer since college” she says, smiling.

“Only fancy wine?” you joke, taking a seat next to her.

“Not even that these days. Listen… I really am sorry and though it may not seem like it, I’m happy for you and Doctor Danvers”

“Oh, that’s not a thing” you interrupt her.

“Was it something I did?” she says, looking mortified.

“No, it was just… uh, never serious. I think she might be fixing things with her ex so that’s the end” you explain, removing the label of your bottle.

“Are you ok?” Wanda reaches for your hand and you blush.

Yeah, I’m ok because you’re here now.

“I am, it wasn’t serious. Honestly, it was just sex”

“Oh” Wanda blushes, and removes her hand from yours, taking a large gulp of her beer.

“I mean, we all have needs, wouldn’t you agree?” you tease, leaning forward as if you’re telling her a secret.

“I suppose so, yeah” Wanda gets lost in your eyes, hoping you close the distance.

And you want to, you really do, but Wanda gave you a hard time and you might make her sweat a little before giving in.

So, you lean back on your chair, smiling mischeviously at the other woman.

“How’s Billy? Happy to be cast free?”

“Yeah, he’s excited about getting to play that dragon game you gave them from the start”

“I guess Crash wasn’t good enough to replace Spyro” you say, understanding the twins. You always had a soft spot for the latter.

“Actually… I didn’t give them the other game” Wanda admits, chewing her lip nervously.

“Why?”

“To be honest, I wanted you to give it to them so I could… I don’t know, have an excuse to see you again”

As Wanda admits her reasoning, red invades her cheeks. Your heart skips a beat at the sweet admission, and you stand up, walking to where she’s sitting.

“You don’t ever need an excuse to talk to me”

“No?” she says, fidgeting wih her bottle.

“You can text me, call me, fax me, page me. I’ll give you my email so you have that option as well” you say, making Wanda laugh.

“I just don’t know what to talk about sometimes, I get nervous”

“Well, we could talk about the weather, how inflation is crazy high… you could tell me about the Scarlet Witch”

“You looked up one of my books?” Wanda says, blushing.

“Yeah, I have it, ready to get an autograph from the author herself”

Wanda blushes even more at that, chewing on her bottom lip. You take another teeny, tiny step towards her, eyes going to her lips.

“Or, we could not talk. There’s plenty one can do without verbal communication. Like bird watching”

“Crossword puzzles” Wanda jokes, following along.

“Kissing” you say, leaning forward until you’re inches apart. You let her decide if she wants to close the distance, and Wanda does, her lips tentatively moving against yours.

She tastes like vanilla and you sigh against her mouth, pulling her close to you.

It’s everything you imagined and more, her pretty sighs spurring you on until your hands go down her sides, and to her waist.

At the movement, Wanda breaks the kiss, making you whine.

“Is this… do you want this to be just sex?”

“You deserve more than that”

Yes, the thought of Wanda naked, moaning your name make you weak in the knees, but you also want to bring her coffee and have lunch together.

“So, does that mean…?”

“Go out on a date with me” you blurt out, trying to catch your breath.

“Yes” she nods, pulling you in for another kiss. This time, you’re not so sure you’ll be able to resist the urge of worshipping her body right in the middle of your kitchen, for all the nighbourhood to watch. “I should go”

“You only just got here” you complain, kissing down her neck.

“And if I stay, you won’t get your beauty sleep”

“Sleep is overrated” you mumble, biting down her neck playfully.

“Ok!” she holds back a moan, jumping as if your touch burns her.

“Did I hurt you?” you say, worried.

“No, it wasn’t pain that I felt” Wanda admits, turning red.

“I’ll behave” you raise your hands and Wanda steps back, not sure that she believes you. “How about next Thursday?”

“That can work, yeah. Let me just check with the nanny”

She walks to the door, lips slightly swollen.

“Sounds good. I’ll see you before that, though”

“Right, because I live across the street”

“And I might need to borrow some sugar” you joke, leaning forward to open the door, trapping Wanda’s body. “Or other stuff”

“I should go”

“You sure?”

“Yes” the woman nods, biting down her lip. Still, she pecks your lips one last time, and takes advantage of how flustered you get to walk out the door.

“Text me when you’re home” you joke, making her giggle. Still, you don’t get inside until she opens her own door, waving at you one last time.

You take your phone, reading a lenghty text from Carol saying she was really sorry about everything. And then another one comes in.

Wanda: I’m home.

Y/N: Come back.

Wanda: I wish.

Wanda: Night, Y/N

Y/N: Night, Wands.

[ch-4-eri]

So It Goes — Lara Croft.

lara X fem!reader.

warnings: phone sex, masturbating, pet names (lots and lots of them, baby princess sweetheart etc) edging if you squint, let me know if i missed anything else.

word count: 1.6k

idk about y’all but she makes me lose it.

your eyes were glued to your tv screen, but your thoughts were elsewhere entirely.

you were debating whether to go to bed or touch yourself as you hadn’t in a long long time, and you were in the mood.

the only problem was that you hated to touch yourself with your own fingers, you’d have much preferred if it were lara’s fingers instead, your girlfriend who’s too busy working, travelling at the moment.

with the thoughts of lara’s fingers, her calloused hands, the way they were thick and would fill you up— you quickly jumped taking off your panties and lying down on the couch, keeping the image of your girlfriend’s fingers and her sweet voice in the back of your head as you stuck two fingers inside of yourself.

surprised to find yourself already wet at the thought of lara, of course.. you never doubted how much she’d turn you on when you needed it.

as your fingers were moving up and down your pussy, your back arched against the couch, the nightgown you had on pushed up to reveal your belly, noticing how much your breath hitched and faltered, your free hand gripped the cushions as you tried to focus on the feeling.

collecting your slick and smearing it all over your clit as you let out a moan, you usually never made noise as you were touching yourself, but all you thought of was lara, which made you rock your hips back and forth as you fucked yourself with your own fingers, your breathing heavy and your moans so loud that you felt her there, like she’s the one touching you.

your eyebrows were furrowed with sweat breaking out on your forehead and between your breasts, the same ones that bounced as you were drunk on the feeling of your own fingers.

your goal was to cum, you wanted it so bad, but the more you thought of it the more you started to be more aware that you were alone; and lara was not here with you.

god you missed her, you missed her so bad you frustratingly stopped, removed your fingers out of your throbbing wet pussy while your legs twitching as you edged yourself, your body had other ideas but you just couldn’t take this anymore.

your breathing was heavy as you reached for your phone, your eyes staring at the ceiling as you dialled lara’s phone number, please pick up please pick up.

it took three rings until lara picked up.

“hi, love.. what are you doing calling this late?” she chuckled through the phone, her thick british accent making you even more frustrated.

you bit down your lip, what kind of excuse do you have for her? that you couldn’t finish because she’s not there? lara would probably never let go of this one; ever. and you weren’t in the mood to get laughed at…

“hello?” lara spoke once again. “love, you okay?”

“hi.. sorry is this a bad time?” you asked, sitting up on the couch, your core brushing against the silk nightgown, driving you crazier.

“not at all.. was just grabbing some tea.” lara says, hearing the crinkling of the spoon against the glass as you squeezed your eyes shut, still unsure of how to come clean with this.

you played with the hem of your nightgown, hearing lara shuffling and moving things around, still trying to come up with a proper way to tell her this, rubbing your thighs together as you did so.

“alright..” lara whispered into the call, probably sitting down somewhere as you heard the sound of fabric and the mug being placed on a table. “you’re not speaking, did you just call me because you missed hearing me talk?” lara giggled, she seemed in a good mood; which was a good thing.

you was were a mess right now and you had no idea what to do.

“i did… actually.” you finally said, keeping your head tipped back as your eyes scanned the ceiling. “hm… satisfied now huh?” lara gave you a cheeky chuckle, knowing how flustered it gets you, even if it’s from the damn phone, your cheeks went red and your thighs rubbed together.

“erm— not yet.” you finally confessed, but then the other line went silent, but it wasn’t long before you heard lara laugh a bit.

“ah, i get it now.” she cleared her throat. “you’re being a naughty girl right now.” lara adds.

“…. lara, i need you.” you desperately let it out, not caring anymore, you were indeed desperate and would do anything for her to talk you through it.

“you’re so selfish.” lara chuckled through the phone. “but it’s okay, i’ll be nice… give my girl what she wants.”

you felt absolutely terrible at her words, but knowing lara— she’s just teasing you, riling you up so you need her even more, and you do as your legs involuntarily spread on their own.

“so, how are we gonna do this?” lara began, her tone soft and sultry. “your fingers hm?” she guessed making you hum a response.

“alright… now, lick them and rub your clit.” lara gave you a command as her tone was quiet, like it’s just for you to hear.

you put your already wet fingers inside your mouth and filled them up with your saliva. “get them real wet okay?” lara says through the phone, your core burning with a sensation at her words and your actions, you’ve never felt this horny before, or done anything like this before.

you did what lara wanted; you were sucking on your fingers and made them as wet as possible. “you can start now, okay baby?” lara’s voice carried you through it, your fingers dipped between your thighs once again, touching your pussy in gentle circular motion, letting out a stiff moan.

“there we go… i’ve always wanted to do something like this with you.” lara chuckled, making your fingers rub faster.

“tell me what you’re doing.” lara requested after a moment of silence; your squelching filled the room, unsure if lara could hear it though.

“i’m.. hm..” you moaned, your cheeks burning red.

“don’t overthink it now, you’re doing good.” lara praised you, your fingers still moving as you pleasured yourself hearing the way lara breathed into the phone, you could cry out for how much you missed her.

“i miss you… i miss you so much.” you gasped, your lower belly tightening.

“i miss you too honey… and i miss fingering you myself, i miss how wet you are, god… you’re so perfect.” lara teased you, her tone so quiet and sultry as you felt your pussy twitching and throbbing as you were so damn close, just one more praise and you’re coming undone.

“lara—“ you moaned, her name sounded amazing coming from your pretty mouth, lara could cum in her own pants at the sound of you like that, her panties were stuck to her own cunt as she was listening to everything and barely breathing.

“cum for me… hm? do it for me baby, i know you can do it.. imagine yourself sitting on my face, and ruin me.. come on baby.” lara says, her voice coming out breathier, moving her own fingers around her clothed cunt as she manspread on the couch she was seated on and touched her needy self, she’d so take care of this when she’s done with you.

“hm.. fuck i can’t..” you rasped, your fingers were so wet, the couch probably stained as well as your nightgown.

“come on princess, you know you can do it.. goddamn it i bet you look so fucking beautiful touching yourself like that for me..” lara breathed, her own fingers teasing her hardened nipple, biting her lip.

you were driven crazy at her words, so crazy you couldn’t contain your whimpers and writhing, your hips rocking themselves against your fingers, letting a gasp out each time you moved, your vision became so blurry as you came all over your fingers and on the couch.

all while lara was trying so hard not to touch herself, not right now.

this was your time, she wanted to focus on you, give you whatever you needed.. she can hardly wait.

“good… good girl you did so good.” lara breathed into the phone and let out a satisfied chuckle.

you on the other hand, sweating your bum off, your breathing heavy and your fingers wet and sticky, your knees wobbly as you were trying to catch your breath. “thank you.” was all that came out of your dry throat.

“you’re very welcome, sweetheart.” lara responds after a second or so, trying to collect herself, you got her so worked up she couldn’t think straight, her tea turning cold.

“go wash yourself, and get some sleep.. i’ll call you in the morning, kay baby?” lara says, standing up on her own shaky legs.

“mmhm... lara, i love you.” you finally managed, sitting on the edge of the couch, listening to the way she breathed, your toes curled, grabbing the hem of your nightgown. “i love you, too.” lara said, you can hear a grin in her tone which reassured you she’d call like she said she would; she always did.

you hung up then, your body still so tense after such a long overdue orgasm.. it felt amazing, your skin was so tingly, your cheeks flushed, nothing felt better than this right at this second.

as soon as you hung up the phone call, she put her cellphone aside while trying to control herself, took a sip from her tea, rubbed her face, then rubbed her hands on her thighs.

but every time she recalls your moans through the phone she just couldn’t help the way her nipples were hard, seeing them through her shirt, her wet panties, she had to do something about it.

[slutforln4]

needed me.

🖇️ single life felt good after lewis broke your heart, but being taken felt even better after he fixed it.

🖇️ lewis hamilton x actress!reader

🖇️ social media au, no face claim.

🖇️ requested by a lovely anon, but i decided to make it into a smau because i felt like i could portray it better. enjoy 🤍

instagram—

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yourusername single never looked this good

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user1 mother???

user2 wait... they broke up????????????

user3 he fumbled BADLY

charles_leclerc carlos and i miss you cherie, when will we see you at the races again?

yourusername i'll be there when i can ❤️

yourbsf1 good riddance lh 🤍

yourusername haha stop 💋 come over, pasta night yourbsf getting in my car as we speak

user4 not yn's bestie putting his initials 😭

user5 iconic, i can't lie

user6 notice how lewis is still in the likes

user7 yn is so powerful that the men just can't resist ❤️

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ynactressnews yn ln cast as Lara Croft in the upcoming "Lara Croft: Tomb Raider" movie!

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user8 OH MY GOD

user9 MY FAVOURITE ACTRESS AND MY FAVE GAME???? i'm unwell babe

user10 this is beautiful, i'm in awe of this woman

user11 she's about to serve so much cunt.

yourbsf i know that's right!

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user12 i'm foaming at the mouth

user13 mommy.

user14 reject me so i could move on. PLEASE.

user15 how does lewis live with himself knowing he lost all THIS

yourbsf pretty girl ❤️

user16 i'm heartbroken for hamilton actually. lost the baddest bitch in the world and for what

yourbsf for the eight championship he can't seem to win ❤️ *this comment has been deleted

user17 YN'S BEST FRIEND IS FUCKING BADASS LMAO

user18 okay we get it, can the f1 stans shut up now

user19 right like we know your fuckass driver lost yn, pack it up and move on

user20 it's as much our loss as it's his, and we're here to support mother slaying!

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user21 omg

user22 i forgot she's friends with charles omg this is cute

scuderiaferrari ❤️❤️❤️

charles_leclerc was lovely having you back at the paddock, yn❤️

yourusername it was lovely being there, charlie. always fun with you two around

user23 they're so cute i love them

user24 lewis and yn? OUT. charles and yn? IN.

user25 can we not... they're just friends

user26 i wonder how lewis is gonna take the news...

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user27 THE WAGS AND YN (??!/?:&:@;

user28 i'm having a stroke. wdym lily and yn's best friend and carmen and kika and yn had a fucking boy talk sesh in an elevator in MILAN. peak girlhood.

yourusername it was a beautiful experience

user29 notice how yn's in italy now...

user30 boutta pop up at another race

charles_leclerc monza will look much brighter with you there, soleil

yourusername i only reflect what ferrari's golden boy shines on me 💋

charles_leclerc you flatter me, cherie

user31 is it too early for charlesyn allegations?

user32 i'm calling all the yn and ferrari girls for a collective meeting, effective IMMEDIATELY

scuderiaferrari

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scuderiaferrari Always a pleasure having @/yourusername in our garage 💫

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user33 she's either being so supportive of her friends or she's doing this to drive lewis insane

user34 could be both, probably liked by yourusername

user34 yn's paddock fits >>>

yourbsf her paddock fits always slay liked by scuderiaferrari

user35 this is so funny to me

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yourbsf TWO plates? girl you better be bringing charles leclerc himself as an early birthday present.

yourusername can you blame me? lu knows the way to my heart ❤️

yourbsf so he also knew the way to your heart when he called you his friend on live tv after you had posted a hard launch that HE suggested?

yourusername he's drowning me in fucking prada heels and brand name gift bags

yourusername he got you a louis vuitton purse too babe

yourbsf never once doubted him 🤍 great man

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user36 so... about that insta story.

user37 two plates...

user38 idk if this makes me sound dumb but why is that relevant at all

user37 yns best friend is a popular youtube star and she's filmed a few videos with yn. in a vlog of their trip to barcelona, yns best friend exposed yn for always sitting alone on her jet. and in a future video where they were travelling with lewis to the abu dhabi gp, there was a shot with lewis and yn sharing a seat on the jet. yns best friend said that the only person yn sits with is lewis, so everyone's freaking out.

user38 oh!!! that's cute

yourbsf playing detectives here damn

yourusername they're better at it than you, i fear

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lewis 💋

you think they’ll stop attacking you now?

my girl ❤️

i didn’t really care that they did baby, but thank you

lewis 💋

i still think you should hard launch me again

that pic of me with roscoe

my girl ❤️

so you could friendzone me on live tv again?

in your dreams, honey

lewis 💋

true

i do dream about you

and i want to do it right this time

my girl ❤️

if you promise to buy me a benz next, i’ll consider

kidding, check insta in a few x

lewis 💋

way ahead of you, princess

check your driveway

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yourbsf sick of seeing you two gushing over each other again. gross.

yourbsf kidding 💋 i love you guys, thanks lewis for lending me the mansion and your 12 lambos, 36 mercs, 4 ferrari’s and 7 porsches!

charles_leclerc it’s funny how all of these are true

yourbsf you just called me funny… i’m free whenever you want me

charles_leclerc oh, how sweet. does tomorrow 8pm work?

yourbsf anything works for me baby 💋

lewishamilton i’m ignoring how insufferable my future teammate and your best friend is.

lewishamilton anything for my girl ❤️

yourusername what was that?

lewishamilton my GIRLFRIEND! my PARTNER! my SIGNIFICANT OTHER! the girl i will MARRY!

yourusername that’s better x

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🖇️ this is kinda hot, i dig it

[depressed-simp-writes]

lara croft x fat!afab!reader

I Said Sit

"Thats the point, love. I want you to crush me, cut off my breathing, please baby, let me make you feel good, sit. down." she grabs your hips trying to get you to relax, so she can eat you out like the starved woman she is after coming back from a grueling mission. "but-" "I. said. sit" and you finally do.

warnings: facesitting, reader is self conscious, smut, oral

summary: Lara's been really into the idea of facesitting recently, however she's not the one who wants to do the sitting. youre concerned about crushing her, she doesn't care.

you dont know whats gotten into your girlfriend Lara recently, but she's been talking non stop about you sitting on her face. you would but you felt so self conscious about your weight. you always did in reference to her.

you'll never understand how someone like Lara ended up with someone like you, much less how she absolutely worshipped your body.

you were her most precious treasure and she just wanted to worship you the way the thought you deserved.

"please baby, just sit on my face one time and ill let it go" she begged again pouting up at you from her spot laying on your thighs. she had just gotten home from a particularly grueling expedition/mission dealing with trinity. all she wanted to was to lie back and have a delicious snack and what more delicious than her sexy partner. the only problem is well you didnt feel like you were light enough. lara is so fit and strong and you were the last person anyone would imagine her with some even accusing her of a fetish which was not the case. she loved you for you. your laugh. your jokes. your intelligence. she loved all of you. she just wanted to show you that.

"youre not gonna crush me i promise if i die itll be worth it, please sit on my face, i need it" she whined pouting still. you laughed. "i dont know Lara, im just a little nervous" you wanted to do this for her. "ill hold your hand" she bargained. you laughed harder. she was sweet. a dork, but sweet.

"ok, we can do it just let go slow" you finally relented smiling at her cheer of victory.

she pulled you up to your shared room, slowly working you up to where you currently sit, naked hovering over her face much to her dismay as your glistening pussy is just out of reach. "sit love, i want to taste you" she whined pulling on your hips. "but i dont wanna crush you Lara, im-"

"Thats the point, love. I want you to crush me, cut off my breathing, please baby, let me make you feel good, sit. down." she grabs your hips trying to get you to relax, so she can eat you out like the starved woman she is after coming back from a grueling mission. "but-" "I. said. sit" and you finally do.

you yelp as she attacks your pussy with licks, and sucks on your clit. you moan out at the feeling, so overwhelmingly delicious. Lara moans into you at your taste. shes in heaven that you finally let her do this.

she circles your clit with her tongue before sucking it into her mouth, your taste drives her wild. she lets go before sliding her tongue through your folds to tease at your entrance, oh she is in heaven right now as the taste and smell of you clouds her senses.

you buck your hips slightly as Lara slips a finger into your hole, you blush at the noises being produced from your ravenous girlfriend. she slurps at your slick pussy for what feels like hours, you look down and catch her eyes staring up at you twinkling in delight, pupils blown wide with lust. you cum with a yell, gripping the headboard and shaking trying not to move wildly on top your girlfriend's face. she cleans you up gently before you lift yourself off of her face, she whines "i was enjoying that" she states her mouth and chin glistening with your slick.

"i was worried" you say kneeling beside her, "im glad we did that" she smiles kissing you. "im glad you trusted me enough to do that, perhaps you'll do it again soon, right now, please" she says trying to get you back on her face, you laugh as you shake your head, "maybe another day, im so sensitive now" you say. she hums, "but i like you sensitive" she slides her hand up your thigh, "you're insatiable" you say as she pushes you down for round 2.

much to her joy you do end up sitting on her face again in the future.

an: took me awhile to write bc i didnt know how to go about it hope you enjoyed it tho 💚 love lara croft

[blazehedgehog]

What do you think of the Horizon series?

I'm sure they're fine. They sound fun. They look fun. But there's also this weird vibe where they are maybe the most "Here is a shrine we built to spending a lot of money."

There's this sense that Horizon games kind of "fake" being important. They fall in to a specific archetype of open world game but never really set any standards or really evolve the genre or have much lasting impact beyond the standard six month release window.

Like, I'm still seeing people sharing Breath of the Wild videos of crazy things they pull off in that game. They never stopped. That game came out in 2017 and regardless of how close or far away the sequel was, people have always been buzzing about Breath of the Wild.

Same might be true Elden Ring. That game's over a year old and people are still doing weird things with it. It still has a presence.

I mean, heck, people are still doing wild things in GTA5, and that game is like a decade old!

Neither of the two Horizon games have that kind of presence. They came out, the mainstream said "yea that's good" and then moved on. Nobody in my purview is like "yeah guys I really love Horizon Zero Dawn so let's start a weird gimmick run where I try something new."

Which is fine. Games don't always have to shake the pillars of heaven. You can just be a regular old " good game" and that's okay.

But Aloy gets treated like this big important ambassador of a titanic Sony game franchise. I remember when Fortnite started doing game crossovers, we got Master Chief, Kratos, Lara Croft, Ryu and Chun-li, and then the next big character was... Aloy.

Who, at the time, only had one game to her name. And Fortnite was putting her in the "Gaming Legends" series next to people with decades of success behind them.

And now, y'know, there's a Genshin Impact crossover, there's all this merch, and she's on the cover of Vanity Fair... and it's like, really? For Horizon? The robot dinosaur game?

Like I said, I'm sure they're good games. I'm not doubting that. But they're not industry defining. They're not really risk taking. But they're being treated that way, when I have a hard time seeing Horizon being this timeless, eternal franchise with much staying power past, say, a third game.

It'd be like if Fortnite added, I dunno, Cole from inFamous as a "gaming legend." Like, in 2023, you're like "Who? Why?"

Horizon's popularity feels forced to some degree just because they throw a lot of money at it, but if it wasn't for that, it wouldn't get nearly as much hype or merchandise. And it's weird to realize that.

I have no immediate desire to play either of them.

[cinewhore]

To the Ends of the Earth (1)

Pairing: Lara Croft & Marcus Pike (Tomb Raider AU)

Rating: Mature

warnings: mentions of postpartum depression (not in full detail). All clean otherwise. 

Summary: After obtaining a seemingly normal piece of art from a flea market, Marcus Pike enlists the help of an old friend in tracking down its origins. They both get more than they bargain for. 

A/N: an repost. I really have some bangers stored in my google docs. I obviously love putting Marcus Pike into situations. Credit to the gif maker. Divider by @saradika​

Lara tightens the straps on her tact vest, keeping her breathing steady. She had easily become outnumbered and the enemy was moving in quickly.

“Lara, what’s your position?” Alex’s voice crackles over her earpiece. She looks over her right shoulder, scanning the empty garden for any signs of movement, to which she found none.

“I’m behind the shed.”

Alex clicks his tongue. “Not a good place to be, you’ve got to get out of there.”

Lara keeps her weapon close to her chest, counting in her head before making a dash across the yard.

“How many are there?”

“Hm...I’m counting five.”

Lara shakes her head. “That can’t be right.”

“You want to do my job?” Alex sasses her, a cocky grin plastered onto his face. Lara ignores him, continuing her stealth mission to get to safety. Everything started out just fine but somewhere along the lines it became more hectic. In order for Lara to succeed, she was going to need to keep a level head.

Settling behind a tree, Lara tenses as she hears the familiar sounds of footsteps trailing her. They were coming from all around her, she cusses herself silently. The bastard was right. It was do or die.

Lara takes a deep breath and shoots out from behind the large trunk, gun held confidently in her hand. Five were aimed right back at her.

“We've got you surrounded, you know.” One voice says matter of factly.

“Five to one. I like those odds.” she smirks, tilting her head.

“On my count, I say we blast her!”

Lara tuts. “Oh come now, that’s not necessary…”

They don’t care, raising their weapons in unison. The leader yells out. “On my mark,”

Lara shifts in her stance, nervousness setting in.

“Get set...GO!”

Lara screams out as she gets drenched with water, firing back in one last chance of self defense. As her attackers pile on her, she falls to their advances.

“Oliver! Tessa! Please put the toys away and leave your aunt Lara alone.”

Ginny calls the kids over, letting them know it was time to eat. The children snicker and roar in success, hollering out their victories. They all scamper over, eager to stuff their faces with pizza. Marcus kisses Ginny once and leaves her to regulate the festivities along with Hillary.

Lara waltzes over, admiring the scene. She shakes some water off of her, splashing Marcus lightly. “It seems like yesterday they were teething and biting everything.”

Marcus chuckles, swirling around the beer in his bottle. “Well, we still have one more to go.”

Right on cue, the tiny infant strapped to his chest gurgles, kicking her feet around freely. Lara leans over and runs a finger along the baby’s cheek, garnering a laugh.

“You think Ginny would be up for more?”

Marcus smiles bashfully, a certain fondness in his eyes as he watches his wife handle the kids with ease. “We’ve talked about it but this last one was a bit hard. I haven’t mentioned it but she’s been dealing with postpartum depression with Ava.”

Lara hums. She enjoyed watching Ginny and Marcus grow together, remembering the days where Marcus would go on and on about how much he liked his real estate agent until Lara prompted him to make a move. He wasn’t as confident as he was before the disaster with Teresa took place and it definitely took some reassurance that Marcus was more than capable of asking Ginny out before he actually did.

Ginny was helping Marcus look for a new house since the one he agreed on with Teresa had fallen through. Small banter turned into flirtatious conversations which led to dinner dates. Lara had to admit that she didn’t see him being with someone like Ginny, a bubbly real estate agent who was also a micro lifestyle influencer on instagram. They completed each other.

A year after meeting, they got married and discovered during their honeymoon that they were expecting. What was meant to be one addition to the newly formed Pike family became two, the doctors were unsure exactly how they managed to miss the second baby for so long. You could never miss them now, as loud and rambunctious as they are.

The twins were a handful but Marcus enjoyed becoming a father. Lara was appointed as the favorite aunt who spoiled them tremendously, sending them many gifts from her travels. Marcus later asked her to be the godmother of his children, knowing that if anything should happen to him or Ginny that she would do everything in her power to make sure that they were taken care of.

Ava wasn’t planned but she was happily welcomed nonetheless. It was then Marcus decided that he was done with work and retired early, settling on becoming a full time stay at home dad while Ginny continued to work. Their schedules worked out perfectly, allowing them both to be home for extended periods of time to enjoy the kids.

“When are you going to give our kids some playmates?” Marcus teases, bumping shoulders with Lara.

“Over my dead body.” she snorts, side eyeing her friend. “These three are more than enough for me. Besides, you forget that I take care of Alex as well.”

“He still living in a trailer on the lot?”

“Of course.”

Ava cries out, rubbing her eyes with her fists.

“Uh oh, looks like someone might be a little sleepy.”

Lara observes Marcus as he sways gently, attempting to put the fussy baby to sleep. “If you want, you can put her down in the library. It’ll keep her out of the heat and I can stay in and watch her.”

“That sounds great, I’ll grab her bag from Ginny and meet you inside.”

Lara looks up from her desk as Marcus enters the room, the baby bag colliding with his leg as he walks. Ava remains strapped to his chest and he moves in a calculated manner in order to lay out her sleeping pad.

She smiles softly to herself, gazing on as Marcus makes sure Ava is comfortable before leaving her side.

“You’re a good dad.” Lara muses. Marcus blushes, nodding to Ava.

“She makes it easy.”

“I find that hard to believe.”

He shrugs. Lara raises an eyebrow, returning her attention back to some documents Hilary left on her desk neatly. Mostly having to do with the estate, maintenance, the likes. Boring stuff.

Marcus clears his throat, pulling out his phone from his back pocket. “While we’re here, I got something you might like.”

“Oh?”

“Mhmm, I found this at the flea market the other weekend. I wasn’t looking for much but this caught my eye as I was walking by a vendor. The young man selling it didn’t speak much English, he did manage to tell me that he was tasked to clean out his great-great grandfather's attic and found this. Figured it could be worth something.”

Marcus hands Lara the phone and she holds it close to her face, brows drawing in tightly as her eyes scan across the screen.

It was a large artwork, piece of an epitaph, that was covered in detailed work. There were many scenes within the one piece, many stories unfolding for the world to see.

“It looks to be from the 15th century, missing the other two panels. I contacted a few folks down at the office but we weren’t able to find who the artist was.” Marcus grabs the phone from Lara, looking at it again. “Looks...Dutch. That’s a gut feeling.”

Lara chews on her bottom lip, deep in thought. In a flurry, she glides over to a particular bookcase, fingers roaming along the spines until it stops. She brings the book back over to her desk, pushing the papers out of the way to make extra room.

She flips through it quietly, landing on a particular page. “Marcus, how would you feel if I told you that what you just showed me has been missing for thousands of years?”

Marcus sighs. “Well for twenty two bucks it sure as hell didn’t feel missing to me.”

Lara flips the book over, showing him the page she has bookmarked. “It is the epitaph of the old gods. An ancient relic that protected the Umrah people for centuries. It is said to hold valuable secrets, texts from the hidden world, and so on.”

“So..it’s magic?” Marcus muses. Lara scoffs.

“History.” She takes a second. “It is something my father has been obsessed with his entire life. He thought that the Umrah held the key to a portal, a portal which he could use to discover where my mother went.”

Marcus grows quiet, contemplating on what to say. “Lara, you know-”

She holds up a hand to stop him. “It’s ok. You don’t need to explain anything to me.”

“Do you really believe in this?” He points at the images in the book.

“There’s only one way to find out.”

Hillary bursts into the room, feet squelching across the tiled floor. He was soaked from head to toe but still remained professional. “Miss Croft, you have guests arriving.”

“Christ, Hillary, you’re soaked.”

“I was put up for execution.” he says plainly.

“Guests?” Marcus looks to Lara. “It’s a bit late for extra guests.”

“They are not here for the party, I’m afraid. At least, I don’t think parents escort their children to a birthday party in a three car all black SUV convoy.”

Lara smiles. Hillary knows this smile all too well. “Well, Marc, shall we move this party inside?”

He nods.

Hillary hums, turning on his wet heel to leave but stops midway. “Oh, and Mrs. Pike wanted to relay the message to you about the water guns.”

“That is?”

“They’re fucking despicable.”

Marcus barks out a laugh. “Attagirl.”

[romilly-jay]

I want to love you (more than I love you)

***spoilers***

I was pretty sure I was the ideal audience for The Lost City. And - TLDR - I did really enjoy it the first time I saw it but have struggled to get through it on the second time of viewing, a year later. (WHY?)

Still loved the opening though - the setting and the scrubbing out.

First - why am I the ideal audience?

Do I love Romancing the Stone? Back in the day, wholeheartedly. These days? Probably, definitely, undeniably not ALL of it. Hasn't ALL aged very well, has it? But Kathleen Turner's Joan Wilder and the journey/s she goes on, particularly the emotional one? YES PLEASE.

Sandra Bullock is Loretta Sage who is a sort of Joan Wilder for the 2020s. Both are super successful romance novelists, but LS leans academic and tough, plus also - grieving - whereas JW is ALL Mills and Boon, soft, longing for love, cat-lady-in-training material. Both end up on a treasure quest because someone took their books a bit too seriously (although, sometimes having your books taken seriously can be a good thing, per this lovely clip via YouTube, below).

Do I love Lara Croft? Not as much as I feel I should. Shout-out to Brad Pitt's character cameo (I think it's a cameo?) as a guy who surely would be at home in either of those movies IMO.

Do I love Indiana Jones? Is the Pope a major figure in the Roman Catholic church? Does Indy have a fraught relationship with snakes?

See - makes sense of the snakes, right (and I can 100% imagine the writers being like FINALLY I have chance to question the snake logic!)

Big shout-out to Daniel Radcliffe who for me was the absolute and slightly unexpected highlight of this movie, especially on the second run at it, and who could have credibly villained up in any of the previously mentioned flicks, or, another obvious inspo - James Bond.

Closer to home - am I a big fan of Sandra Bullock?

Yes, really am, and I think my favourite of her movies remains 1995's While You Were Sleeping though I accept that the dumb McGuffin that gets the plot going is now considered ethically ICK (and, it was never, as such, a move we were supposed to approve of?)

But come on - is this guy... leaning? Still (to me) adorable.

BTW had absolutely not realised how Proto-Sopranos the landlord guy is (can't remember - is that his role/relationship to the SB character? - can't quite summon the energy to go and find out). And, indeed, having looked up the actor, he was considered for Tony Soprano when that series was created a few years later (greenlit 1997 and on screens from, I think, 1999) and played a small role in S1.

I did really enjoy the Channing Tatum character, though he was playing, of course, a zillion times softer than in my current favourite of his movies. No, not Magic Mike. Not even Step Up* (which I liked).

[*There's a moment later on in The Lost City where they dance and - wow - it's really something to see someone on screen who can REALLY move. SB perhaps not so much, but CT? Fluid to the max.]

For reasons that probably speak to some personality deficiency or psychosis, my fave CT movie is 2013's White House Down, naturally:

So - the issue? The out-of-water environment was GREAT. The constant references to ridiculous treasure hunt / action adventure movies also really worked for me. I think big picture the movie stands or falls on how much the viewer can believe there's a soft, worthwhile person under the surface of SB's dismissive, superior veneer and whether it's fun to watch Person In Position of Power Being Mean to Lovely Softer Person Who For No Obvious Reason Adores Them.

Turns out that I can go with that only once.

Perhaps 1st time through I'm expecting the Mean Person to get over themselves faster. On a second viewing, my patience is lower and I want her to behave better, faster. No, I don't think that being scared of moving on or commitment or fresh heartbreak is a good excuse.

It's also a close revival of The Proposal - except that CT is all sweetness, no snark while RR is always at least a little bit of a blend.

I enjoyed The Proposal - but I didn't entirely enjoy it. (And again, there's some secondary material that hopefully wouldn't make the cut if it was being made now and that would be frankly unregretted.)

PS Thought RR's snark was on point with his birthday message to SB last year - how very on brand to reshare this Gorgeous Bodies image while simultaneously joking about how industry standards have changed AND, I think, by doing this publicly, jokily, reaffirming the idea that this was one of the movies With Nothing To Hide.

[pjisskullourful]

𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓲𝓷𝓮𝓭 𝓼𝓱𝓮𝓮𝓽𝓼

➴➵➶➴➵➶➴➵➶➴➵➶➴➵➶

🌼Damiano × reader

part12 of ?? [parts 1-11]

NSFW🔥 kinky rude swearing smuttastic sexytimes

° Damiano David & female reader insert

wordcount:::     7,259

° anon request to the power of 2. origin of the series:  i was wondering if you could do a corruption kink fic with damiano and a female reader. & another anon who wrote in, requesting: with how sweet d is with consent and asking if everything is ok and everything [...] I would love to see his reaction if gf uses her safeword - like if she’s being punished or something and she gets overwhelmed and needs to be reassured that he loves her and it’s only play or something like that  [ask & it shall be given- requests are open] [but commissions are priority!]

° inspired by this spicy audio erotica

"Ew, oh my God, ew, what is- what the Hell is this?"

You snickered, looking away from the currently-stationary character on your laptop screen. Max's voice came from your phone, resting next to you on the coffee table. "What's wrong, honey?"

"Did I just crawl up into someone's asshole?" Your friend sounded highly disgusted by the part of the video game you had instructed her to.

You laughed harder now, considering the setting that Lara Croft waited in - the corridor imitated the appearance of human muscles, almost blood-red in colour. It was drastically different from any of the other corridors in the preceding thirteen levels of the original Tomb Raider game, which had all been made of typical materials like stone or sand. During your previous playthroughs you had thought this shift in design was gross, but Max's observation was beyond any comparisons you could have thought up.

You had been trying to talk her into playing this game for months, happy to help her with insights of how to get through the more vexing obstacles now that she had been willing to buy it for herself. She was so close to the final level, you didn't want her to quit because of this gory scenery.

"No, no, no, you're still in Atlantis. It's just, like, you're surrounded by the material that's making the mutants-"

She groaned. "More mutants?"

"-so it's alive like they're alive. I guess it's, like, a giant alien organism or something. But it's definitely not a butthole."

"Right, aliens, whatever. You cannot tell me this doesn't look like a goddamn booty hole." She said. "It's pulsing like an asshole and everything."

"How much time are you spending looking at buttholes?" You asked through your laughter. "Is there a more serious conversation you and me need to be having, wifey?"

She was laughing as well. "Shut up, shut up."

"I'm home…" Damiano's voice called out, surprising you after you had failed to hear the sounds of him unlocking the door.

"Oh, hey babe." You hit the pause button on your game and picked up your phone. "Do you think you can handle this ass on your own, honey? 'Cause Dami just got home and…"

"I can do it." She said, her voice full of confidence. "I'm gonna show this ass who's the boss. It's me. I'm the ass boss, the boss booty hole bitch."

"Okay, text me if you need help." You said, looking over your shoulder once the call was disconnected. You found your boyfriend coming into the room. "Hi baby."

There was a strange look on his face as he came over to sit down at the couch behind you. "Do I want to know what that call was about?"

You smiled, giving his knee a pat as he removed his leather jacket. "Just gaming stuff."

"Oh, the gamer girls- you've had a busy afternoon, then?"

"Yeah. She needed help getting past the creepy dopplegänger." 

"Right…"

You saved your progress and closed the game so that you could give him your full attention. You turned around on your spot on the floor, watching as he was taking off his shoes, getting comfortable. But the look on his face remained, his eyes not focusing on your face, instead moving around the room.

"Are you okay?" You asked, stroking your hand across his knee. "I thought you were looking forward to work today- were none of the outfits right?"

The band had been doing fittings, trying to find the perfect outfits for their appearances at Eurovision. They needed to dress in a way suitable for the winners. Usually, he had a lot of fun on days like that. He loved to play around in clothes, delighting in little fantasies of being a model and striking ridiculous poses.

"It was fine, maybe not exactly what we're looking for, but nothing explicitly bad."

"So, what's wrong?"

His nostrils flared and there was a darker tone in his eyes. He sat forward a little, his eyes moving around the room again. "What is wrong?"

You felt unnerved as you watched him, your mind racing. You weren't seeing a clear path to making him laugh, to finding a way to crack this icy exterior he was currently holding up.

"I'm just wondering how long you spent playing video games, in comparison to how much time you spent unpacking your boxes. What do you think the ratio would be?" He asked sternly.

"I didn't…" You curled your hand into a fist, looking down at where it rested against your leg. You had lost track of time, intending to get to unpacking later, but unintentionally disappointing him. "I haven't unpacked at all, it just slipped my-"

"Hey, can you look at me when you're answering my questions?" He asked and he snapped his fingers, making you flinch.

You looked up, intimidated by him at this moment. "I'm sorry, I didn't unpack anything in the whole time you were gone, 'cause I got distracted and I was tired of it from this morning and…"

"You were tired of it? Do you wanna know what I'm tired of? Looking at all these boxes, you've been here for over a week and yet every room that I'm in, all I'm looking at is cardboard boxes. There's five in this room, five- and you couldn't be bothered to unpack even one?"

"I can unpack right now." You said, preparing to get up. "Most of them are books, it'll be quick once I get started on it-"

He leaned forward, coming into your personal space and making you hesitate, as you were stuck under his deep stare. He put his hands onto your cheeks, guiding your head. "No, I don't think that's-... Too little, too late, kitten." His voice was low as his fingers moved tenderly over your face. "I'm irritated now and I'm feeling the need to blow off some steam."

You nodded your head as his thumb moved over your bottom lip. "I understand, let me help." You moved your hands to his belt, beginning to undo it. 

"Hang on, hang on, stop." He said. "This is gonna be a punishment, do you get that? It isn't much of a punishment if you get satisfaction out of it and I know how you work, I know how much delight in getting me off. You'll be feeling all proud of yourself and that's not what this is about. Do you wanna be an obedient girl and come with me into the bedroom?"

"Of course."

You got to your feet, following him out of the lounge room. You weren't buzzing with the excitement of what was to come, and not just because you weren't expecting to get off anytime soon. You weren't thrilled to take on the challenge of cheering him up and proving yourself, you weren't thinking up tactics.

Your mind was crowded, especially as the path to the bedroom took you past more full cardboard boxes. You were sick of looking at them too, tired of having to pause and search anytime you wanted something. But the hours had slipped by without you noticing, leaving you to look at a far less productive day than you had expected for this Sunday.

"Being this messy and lazy and selfish- it's very out of character for a good girl." He said, gesturing over to the bed. As you walked toward it, his hand collided with your butt, making you squeak in surprise and you sped up. He didn't join you on the bed right away, instead going to the wardrobe. "But maybe you're only a good girl when Daddy gives you strict instructions, is that the case?" 

"No, that's not necessary…"

He was looking through a large plastic box that sat on the top shelf, a box you recognised on sight. "Are you sure?" The toy that he pulled out wasn't familiar to you. "'Cause there's a lot of evidence to the contrary here."

"I'm not-... what are you holding?" You asked, your eyes constantly moving back to the stout black cylinder held in his hand.

"Oh, this?" He extended his arm, but it still wasn't close enough for you to see any enlightening details. "This is one of my toys, a toy that is just for me. It's a fleshlight."

"Flashlight?" You narrowed your eyes - that name matched what you were looking at, but it didn't match the current setting. "What is that for, you're gonna shine it in my eyes and interrogate me to get the real answers? 'Cause I'm telling you the truth."

"Nuh-uh." He showed you the thicker end of the device, its rigged, clear plastic top not revealing any of its secrets to you, prompting him to break the word down to its syllables. "Fuh-lesh-light."

"Huh?" 

"You've never…?"

"No." You said, you started to hold your hands out then drew them back, unsure if he wanted you to hold it or not. "What is it?"

"It's a cock-sleeve, basically." He handed it to you as he came closer to the bed. You held the lightweight tube in your hand, looking at the strangely-textured plastic that covered one end - the rest of it was plain black, reminding you of a torch. "It's just a nice little aid, that gives me an option other than just my hand, when you aren't around.

"It's a tight-little hole, full of ridges and it kinda simulates getting my cock sucked." He said, standing at the end of the bed as he removed his belt and then his shirt. "Of course, toys are never as good as the real thing. But I have to use it now, 'cause I need this tension released, but you don't get to have my cock, 'cause only good girls get cock."

"But I wanna be your good girl." You said. Even though you didn't know what to do with this toy, you knew what he wanted to hear, you could fall back on the phrases that he had proven to like in the past. "Please tell me what to do, Master."

His jeans had been shed and he placed his knee on the bed, his eyes meeting yours as he leaned in. "You're gonna get naked and hold this in between your legs, so I can fuck it and you can watch me getting off with absolutely no help from you- that'll put you in your place."

"Okay." You started to take your clothes off. As you placed them aside, off the bed, you couldn't help but notice the two boxes that were stacked in the nearby corner - more boxes.

He got your attention back to him, his fingers beneath your chin, guiding your head around. You smiled weakly as you found him kneeling directly in front of you. He licked his lips as he leaned in, your lips meeting in a slow kiss.

This succeeded in getting you to shut your eyes, the boxes gone from your sight as you sank into the kiss. You tried to turn your thoughts off - to just enjoy what you could feel. You let your senses prick up, to be entirely of this moment, beginning to indulge in this tender kiss.

But it wasn’t a nice or sweet kiss - it was a trick. He gained the advantage of surprising you when he pulled away abruptly. You weren’t able to follow him, to initiate any further kissing, because his hand went to your throat, with the slight amount of force that was enough to hold you back.

Before you had enough time to react, or even open your eyes, this hand was pushing you. His body easily overpowered yours and you were falling back onto the mattress.

Once you were flat on your back, you were held here by his set grip on your throat. Your breathing was mostly unaffected as your eyes fluttered open, finding him hovering over you.

He was all that you could see, looking up and trying to read the expression on his face. You wanted to find that familiarity, to see the cue that would call back to a past encounter, so that you could win him over.

He leaned to the right and you heard a draw slide open, then you heard the plastic cap on the tube of lubricant being pushed open. Then his hand left your throat so that he could take the fleshlight from you.

“Spread your legs a little. Yep, that’s good.” He said, placing the end of the toy into the new space between your thighs. You brought your legs together on either side of the fleshlight, keeping the open end pointing up at him. “I’m gonna need you to keep it there with just your legs, you got that? Because these naughty hands…” He gave your wrist a flick from his fingers. “I don’t wanna see them unless I say.”

You lifted your arms, wondering if he might put restraints on you as you laid your hands above your head. “Yes.”

He swiftly flicked your wrist again. “Yes, what- who are you saying yes to?”

“Daddy, I’m saying yes Daddy.”

“That’s better.” He changed his positioning on top of you, sitting up and you heard the slicking of the lube being spread. “God, you really need to be put in your place.”

Your eyes followed the movement down, seeing where he was massaging the gel over his dick, which was already fully erect. Your fingers twitched, a deep desire to touch him wanted to take over. But you curled your hands into fists, trying to ignore the mental itch - just as you were endeavouring to ignore the way your cunt throbbed for attention.

You heard how shallow his breathing had become, this cycle unpredictably punctuated by some light moans as he shifted his body weight forward. He was hovering over you again, but this time you weren’t absorbed in reading his face.

You tucked your chin down, watching how he interacted with this device that you had never seen before. You tensed your muscles around it as his tip got closer. He held the top of the fleshlight steady with one hand, while his other hand guided his cock.

Without your comfort to worry about, a gentle penetration was not necessary. He could sink in as quickly as he liked, shuddering as so much of his shaft disappeared into the toy. Directly in front of your pussy, you saw his length plunging into a tube of plastic.

“What’s that look on your face for, babygirl?” As soon as his hand left his dick, it was returned to your throat. “Is your pussy feeling a little sad and neglected?”

You lifted your eyes to his face, which was now only a few inches away from yours. “Yes, Daddy.”

“That’s too bad, because this isn’t about you or what you want. You got to be selfish, now I do, too.”

There were some sounds that got stuck in his throat as he started to fuck himself into the toy. Your body was soon being worked over by this momentum and you found that you could feel some friction building within you.

“You’re gonna lie there and take it, take this punishment.” He said, his breathing coming through more ragged as he started to pick up speed. “And you’re gonna learn your lesson. You’re gonna learn why there can’t be one selfish person in a relationship. It doesn’t work, we’re supposed to be a team. Nod your head so that I can see that you’re listening…” You nodded jerkily, unable to keep a whiny sound trapped within you as you did so. “That’s right, nod so I know you understand what I’m saying.”

You went on nodding your head as heat pooled in your cunt. You were receiving a pressure to your pelvis, but there was nothing for it to connect with, as your pussy clenched around a similar amount of nothing.

“You’re lucky that you have a daddy that loves you enough to put time into training these bullshit bratty behaviours out of you.”

“Yes, Daddy.”

You could feel that your nails were beginning to press into your skin, but you couldn’t relax your hands, not when they were so desperate to get on him. If you lowered your defences, you weren’t certain that you would be able to keep yourself from giving into your desires, to follow your instincts.

You wanted to have your hands all over him, you wanted to throw your arms around him, you wanted to have your fingers in his hair.

You could hear and see what was happening to him - but there was a strange disconnect, almost like wearing a VR headset. You could accept that everything was real, but it wasn’t fully real to you.

The reality became more tangible to you when his mouth met yours, reminding you that you weren’t an audience member. You could settle into something of a rhythm with him, letting your jaw relax as he sucked your bottom lip into his mouth.

You could enjoy his noises all the more as they were vibrating directly into your mouth. All of his moans were incredible to listen to, as he clearly shared his mounting arousal with you. You were ready to be intoxicated when you felt his tongue gliding between your lips. These sounds unlocked memories and you began to arch your back, wanting to transcend into these feelings with him.

But you kept your legs firm, unwilling to let the fleshlight slip.

He pulled away from your mouth with a gasp for air. You were licking your lips as you listened to him start to speak again. “Maybe when I’m finished, I’ll take my cock out of this thing and slap it on your tongue a bit and you can taste what you could’ve had- if you were a better behaved kitten…”

His hand left your throat as you felt the collision of his body with greater impact, more of his body weight pressing into you. One of his hands held your hip, the other grasping at the bedsheets and you thought you were beginning to witness the signs that he was getting close.

He let his head fall to the curve of your neck and you bit into your bottom lip, trying to ignore the way that the hard plastic rubbed at your skin. Because he was almost finished.

Just as you were almost getting fucked. Having him so close, yet not actually stimulating any part of your pussy - it was almost enough to distract you from all of those boxes that you needed to unpack. You almost didn’t feel guilty for the mess you had made in the house.

But almost wasn’t good enough and you snapped, before he could snap to gain his release. The way that the plastic casing was rubbing began to burn. And upon opening your eyes, your gaze immediately landed on the boxes - and you knew that this moment needed to end.

“Puh-pumpkin.” It came from your trembling lips and you could feel your chest tightening as you tried to raise your voice. “Pumpkin, I’m sorry. Sorry, sorry.”

Straight away, his body lifted off of yours. “I’m sorry. Sorry, shit, I’m sorry.” You felt the toy pulled away from you before he cradled your face in both hands. “Are you okay? I’m sorry, what happened- was… sorry.”

You started to sit up, finding a completely different look on his face than before. You smiled weakly. “I’m okay. It’s not, like-... I’m sorry.”

He had gone back into the bedside draw, this time bringing out a small, battery-operated fan. He switched it on, directing the cool air at your face. “Hey, you don’t have to apologise. Are you hurt?”

“No, maybe some chafing, but I don’t think it’s anything major.” You said, feeling that you were thinking clearer now that your lungs were filled with enough air again.

“Was I too mean? I’m sorry, I totally got too carried away and I was fixated on this idea. But it’s all just play…” His hand rested on your shoulder, his fingers tenderly stroking your skin. “I didn’t mean to upset you, or anything like that. I’m sorry, kitten.”

Once you had secured your hair back into a tidy ponytail, you reached for him, placing a hand on his cheek. “If I don’t have to apologise, neither do you.” He didn’t instantly buy this idea, you could tell from the look on his face, and when he opened his mouth, drawing in a deep breath, you were certain he was about to present his reason behind not agreeing.

But you had something to distract him, pointing down before he could start talking. “Is it okay if your little friend isn’t included in this conversation?”

He looked down to where the black toy still encased his cock, and burst out laughing. With the erotic atmosphere now spoiled, you laughed as well, watching as he grabbed the toy from where it had remained suckered to his dick. He had taken it away and set it aside without any fanfare, without any swearing - the scene swiftly concluded.

“I literally forgot it was there.” He said with a sheepish smile. “All my adrenaline went into that protector part of my brain and I just had to make sure you were alright. And I guess that I stopped feeling my body, cock included.”

You put a hand over your eyes, still laughing. “Oh my God.”

“How do you feel?” He asked and you pulled the giggling side back, following him to this shift of something more serious. You took your hand away from your face, feeling the cooling from the handheld fan as he kept it pointed at you. “Do you know what happened?”

“I just didn’t- I wasn’t in the right headspace and it was like there was this block in my mind and I couldn’t really relax or, like, enjoy myself. I was getting tripped up on these negative thoughts, and I guess it… well, what’s the word for people with vaginas having their boners killed?”

“We can say boner killer.” He said.

“Great, that- I really hated that I disappointed you, or disrespected you in any way with the mess. And I was annoyed at myself and I felt guilty. And all of that kept me from getting properly aroused and having fun.”

He was staying mostly out of your personal space as you came down from the heightened moment of having to use your safe word. But he was attentive without touching - listening without interrupting and studying your body language. “I’m really proud of you for saying the word.”

“Thanks.”

“But I hope you know that I’m not actually disappointed in you, or anything like that, oh at all.” He said. “Of course having boxes everywhere is annoying, but is it the worst thing that’s ever happened to me? God, no. It’s not even the worst, most annoying thing that’s happened to me today.”

You raised your eyebrows. “Is that right?”

“When we first got there, they gave us coffees and teas- you know, being good hosts before the stylist started showing us the clothes. And I jumped the gun and had a sip too soon and the tea burnt my tongue.” He said. “It still feels weird and uncomfortable, and that’s the worst thing to happen to me today.”

You leaned forward, putting your head on his shoulder as you couldn’t help but laugh again. “Aw, my poor Damiano, his wounded tongue.”

“My point still stands that your boxes being around the house isn’t the end of the world.” He said, linking an arm around your waist. “Because I get it, moving house is hard, it is so draining. And this is your weekend, of course you wanna relax and have some laughs with your bestie. You’re allowed to do that without guilt, kitten. And I’m sorry for making you feel the opposite of that.”

“Thank you.” You said, straightening up so you could kiss him on the cheek.

“If you wanna go back to your video game, please don’t feel like you can’t on my account.” He said. “I know how much you enjoy getting into your nerdy gamer space.”

You made a face of exaggerated disgust. “Excuse your mouth, Lara Croft is not a nerd. But I think that I’ll find it easier to relax if I unpack a few boxes.”

“Only if you want to.”

“Yeah, I’m sick of not knowing where my favourite hoodie is.”

“I can help. I mean, I should probably shower first, ‘cause I’m all lube-y and gross. But, after that?”

“Yep, I’ll let you know if I need a hand. But it should be fine.”

“I’m always happy to give you a hand.” He said, finishing his sentence by laying an open-hand upon your breast.

— — —

“What is it about having books up on a shelf that makes the house look so much more grown-up?” Damiano asked.

The day had only improved since the unfinished scene play. He had emerged from the shower full of an energy so far removed from the mood he had come home in. Your strange feelings of being disconnected from reality were long gone.

Your safe word had possessed a power beyond what you had already known. It was like a magical spell and speaking it had cleared the fog, now the two of you were back in sync.

You had unpacked a few boxes of clothes - filling out the empty side of his wardrobe with bright dresses and more conservative, ‘real world’ clothes. He had unpacked some of the boxes labelled fragile, before unpacking most of your books.

There were still boxes scattered around the apartment, but (as you looked back to where he was relaxing on the couch) you didn’t think he was begrudgingly keeping a count of these in mind.

You had been standing in front of one of the bookshelves, trying to determine the best order for the framed photos now on display. He had found these in a box, instantly distributing them out to sit alongside his own framed photos and mementos. Photos of the two of you together were now beside photos of childhood pets. He had been thorough, finding a place for each one - photos of your since-deceased grandparents next to photos of his parents' wedding.

You took a step back, finding that you didn’t need any kind of uniformity in how these memories were displayed. The photo that you held in your hands (a selfie of yours from a day at the beach with Max) had looked just fine where he had set it out (next to a childhood photo of him, smiling a mostly-toothless smile, with his brother). You returned it to the shelf and took in this sight of how your lives had merged together.

He would soon know the story behind every single one of these photographs. Then the two of you would set about capturing your own stories.

“Okay, now you’re just stretching to call me a nerd.” You said, walking over to sit with him on the couch. “Don’t act like you didn’t have any books in this house before I moved in.”

“No, you’re right, I did. But just not this many. That bookcase is full of books- full. And I dunno, it’s got me feeling like a proper adult.” He said, making you giggle as you stole his glass to have a sip of wine. “I wasn’t sure if they were in an order of, like genres or whatever, so I just tried to get all the similar size books together.”

You glanced over your combined library, none of the placements hitting you as offensive to the eye. “It all looks great to me, babe.”

You consumed one more sip before he was taking the white wine back for himself. The two of you fell into a comfortable silence (not needing the background noise of the television or any music playing) and you snuggled into his side, your head coming to rest on his shoulder. He put a hand on your thigh as you let your eyes move around the room. You mentally noted all of the differences, seeing more of your fingerprints in this space.

“Do you remember how terribly they had staged this place for your first viewing?” You asked - to look back on it now made it feel like so long ago.

But it had been less than a year ago. This time last year, he had been a song you might hear on the radio.

In April, your boss had been so excited at the prospect of securing a buyer for a luxury penthouse that had been passed over numerous times. But it had been the perfect fit for Damiano, he loved the location, it met his expectations of a private residence, it was big without feeling like a warehouse.

“Yeah, they had two chairs at the dining table and then so many empty vases, like, would it have killed them to put a single flower in one? It was so strange and sterile. Did they think I was a minimalist or something?” He asked.

You shook your head. “I really don’t know what they thought was inviting or homey about that set up. I guess they were going for that whole blank canvas thing- like it’d be easier to imagine how you could live here, if you weren’t focusing on a particular couch that looks uncomfy as Hell. So, in that sense, it worked. But it was weird, and I need the record to show that I had nothing to do with it.”

“Well, how about now?” He asked and you sat up, turning your body to face him. “Now that you have helped with the decor- do you like it better?” You crossed your legs in front of you and he passed the glass to you again. “Is it homey enough?” He trailed his fingers down the side of your neck. “Is it suitably inviting?”

“Hmm.” You pretended to put serious thought into this as you took a sip of wine. “It’s an improvement, that’s for sure. I like that painting…” You pointed to a canvas on the far wall. “I don’t know if I would describe it as homey, but it’s interesting, it’s good. This is a good spot for the couch, under the lights and it doesn’t block off any walkways.

“Let me see…” You looked around the room, gasping in false-surprise when your gaze came to him. You placed your fingers under his chin. “Yes, I love this part.”

He rolled his eyes, but allowed you to kiss him, regardless of how cheesy he thought your joke was. You tilted your head, deepening the kiss until you could taste him. His hand moved up, gently holding you at the back of your head. You were leaning in closer and you put your unoccupied hand to his chest, grabbing the fabric of his shirt.

You were smiling, listening to his heavy exhale as you pulled back just a bit. While his eyes remained shut, you lowered your head, moving in for his throat. “If you wanna talk about inviting…” He sharply inhaled, clearly caught off guard when you dragged your tongue across his skin. “This part right here is so very inviting.”

You handed the wine glass back to him, not wanting any distractions as you started to lavish his neck in so many enthusiastic kisses. You didn’t know where the glass went after this, all you knew was that both of his hands were on you. His fingers were sliding into your hair and he was pulling you in closer, with a firm hand on your back.

You slipped your hands in under his shirt, pushing the fabric up without a single act of resistance from him. “And all of this…” He was wearing a smirk as he helped you remove the shirt. “This is especially inviting…”

You let your fingers roam all over his body, tracing the contours of his chest with the lightest touch. He released a shaky sigh, eyes fluttering shut as he brought you in for another kiss. You moved your hands to his pectorals, feeling the hot skin here.

You let your fingers go to his nipples, earning you a startled groan from him. When you gave them each a pinch, his arms around you tightened as he showed you just how receptive he was to this teasing. You were being brought into his lap as you gave his unpierced nipple a slight twist. His hands were so firm on you that you only wanted to play more, to bring more reactions out of him.

“What about the bedroom?” He asked in a whisper.

“Oh, I’ve always found that room to be very inviting.”

He agreed with a smile and another kiss, before getting up. He took your hands in his and you started down the hallway together.

Once in the bedroom, he turned to face you, a serious look in his eyes. “Are you, is this the right headspace for you? ‘Cause if you don’t feel right…” You interlocked your fingers with his, bringing your hands up into the space between your chests. “We don’t have to do anything that you don’t feel like.

“I love you.” He said and you maintained eye contact with him as you started to kiss across the backs of his hands. “We can literally just cuddle, if that’s all you wanna do…”

“I want more than a cuddle.” You said, bouncing up to kiss his lips. “The best thing that came from before, were all of those horny noises you were making and I wanna hear more, I wanna hear what you’ve got when I’m contributing. What do you say?”

“I say that you need to get your ass on that bed right now.”

You undressed each other, the process delayed by how often you were grabbing at him for a kiss, and vice versa. In the wake of these heated collisions, his eyes were on you - taking in every detail, like the most astute student. You were already feeling a different energy to the earlier encounter, almost as if it had happened in a separate home.

“No punishments, no characters, no rules.” He was saying and you laid yourself back from where you had been sitting at the edge of the bed. “Just you and me.”

You sighed happily, closing your eyes as you waited for him to join you. You heard a drawer opening and you heard the crinkling of a condom wrapper being ripped.

The noises that followed this were slight and, as you held your eyes shut, you weren’t sure what he was doing. He just kept you waiting.

And when you did open your eyes, sitting up a little as you did so, you found no obvious explanation for the delay. He was standing and looking straight at you, with nothing in his hands to distract.

“What are you doing?”

He shrugged a shoulder, wearing a small smile that would have looked shy on anyone else. “Looking at you. Do you have any idea how incredible your body is?” This got you blushing and grinning. “I don’t think I would ever get tired of looking at you.”

“What about me?” You asked, raising an eyebrow. “What if I get tired of waiting?”

“How rude of me…” He said, placing a knee on the mattress alongside you. You saw him raise his other leg, but then he paused, seeming to change his mind over climbing on top of you. “Actually, I might like to stay standing.” He touched his tongue to his finger briefly, then reached down, caressing your exposed stomach with this finger. He had started to grin as he drew an invisible line down your front. “Then I can just watch you, I can take in all of this body. Is that okay with you, kitten?”

“Yep, but…” You laid your back flat upon the mattress again. “I was expecting kisses, so I hope you know that you’re gonna owe me a whole lotta kisses later.”

He blew a kiss in your direction. “I’m gonna save all of my kisses for you, baby.”

As you laughed, he readjusted, placing both feet onto the ground and standing between your parted knees. Your legs were moved further apart as he placed his hands beneath each of your knees. With your legs spread far enough, he could now stand directly against the bed - the distance between the two of you greatly decreasing.

Next, he lifted your legs a little, tilting your hips. Your eyes met and you could see a fire burning in his eyes - this matched perfectly to what you were feeling in your gut. From this thorough gaze, to the firm way that he was holding your legs, it felt like so many things were being said.

All of the reassurances, all of the validation - these were present.

Even though the next noises in the room didn’t come until you were gasping as his body weight rocked forward, his length beginning to fill your pussy. You hummed happily and let your eyes flutter shut, sinking into this feeling. Gradually, he eased himself further in and you heard groans in response to the excited spasming of your pussy.

You smiled, revelling in every sensation currently on offer to you. You didn’t lament the things you weren’t receiving - like the feel of his lips on yours or his body heat covering you or his tongue in your mouth.

You became so consumed by what you could feel, you concentrated on the connection, which only got better, more exciting, when he started to pump into you.

“Oh Dadd-ee…” You croaked, arching your back.

You started to grind against him, meeting his movements and increasing the impact. Your hands curled into tight fists around the bedsheets on either side of you, more of your muscles clenching as the pleasure swelled up within you.

He found a consistent rhythm for his rocking, plunging relentlessly into you, with only one hand that held your hip, to help brace him. His other hand couldn’t land on a set spot - it seemed there was too much of your body that he wanted to explore. Each time that you opened your eyes, it was to find him greedily taking in every inch, his eyes committing every feature of your body to memory.

It was a thorough inspection, his touch moving just as much as his eyes did. He had so many different parts of your body tingling, with certain spots bringing out louder reactions than others. With that look of fierce focus on his face, you were beginning to feel like an instrument - something for him to play with as he saw fit.

His hand glided over your breast, ghosting over the stiff nipple, eliciting a sensation like being tickled. The next moan that this brought from you bubbled, similar to a giggle, and you squirmed under him. He licked his lips, watching you as he brought his hand back to your breast. This time, he placed his fingers to your nipple, your breath catching in your throat. When he gave the hardened peak a gentle pinch, you couldn’t help crying out.

This was immediately followed by his loudest moan yet. “Fuck me- unf…”

He bit into his lip and you felt him pinching your nipple a little harder. You felt a sharp spike of the arousal inside of you, your nerves dancing. The increase of your sensitivities was instant and daunting, so much so that you started to pull back from it - to save yourself from coming too quickly.

Even though it felt fantastic, you put your hand around his wrist, aiming to detach him. He went with this and you met his gaze. You pulled his hand up, and he didn’t need any instructions, his fingers fixing around your throat once it was close enough.

“Is that good- do you like that?” He asked, his fingers conformed to the shape of your throat, without squeezing.

You purred, bending your knees so that your feet could meet at the small of his back. You crossed one ankle over the other. “God, it’s so good. Give it to me, Damiano. I fucking love it.” You were lifting your butt from the bed, all of your energy put into matching his intensity. “I love it, ah, oh, God.”

Having his hand at your throat brought a delightful rush to you and you were reminded of how breakable you were. It would be effortless to give in and be entirely weakened before him.

You got closer to losing it altogether when he pressed his thumb to your aching clit. You jolted up into him, a shock to your entire system.

“Daddy, oh fuck…” You whined, louder than before.

His tempo had been ruined when you jerked into him. As he sought to recover his momentum, he also employed a new position. He lurched forward, his torso coming closer to you. Now you could hear just how short of breath he was, but he didn’t give up this desperate chase for the release.

The pressure building up inside of you was incredible, so much heat rushing to your pussy as you gasped, slack-jawed and ready to go completely limp. It was overpowering you as you squirmed, making every effort to rub yourself against his body.

His hand left your throat, grabbing for the sheets above your head as more-and-more of his body crashed into you. “Mm, fuck- fuck.” His hot breath coated your chest and you grabbed a handful of his hair. “You’re so goddamn tight, it’s- oh, shit. You’re gonna drain every fuckin’ drop out of my balls.”

“Yes, Daddy.” You whimpered, feeling a wild passion taking over you. “Yes, fuck yes.”

He broke first, your name filling the room as he achieved the climax he had been awaiting since the fleshlight’s introduction. His movements halted and stuttered, losing all momentum, until he was quivering on top of you.

“Oh God, babygirl…” He panted.

You were still so close to that edge, your signal to keep going coming from his hand on your ass. He was lifting you up, pushing you into motion. You moved slower than before, trembling as the dazzling tingles radiated through your body.

Your walls fluttered around him stronger than before as the stimulation from the inside and the outside reached a perfect peak. You wrapped your arms around his head, jerking into him one last time.

Then you were dissolving with a cry. You fell back onto the bed, with no more energy left. You had given everything that you had to that perfect connection - satisfied as the afterglow covered you.

You came back to reality, feeling like you were glowing as he covered your cheeks in kisses. He moved up to your sweaty brow as you relaxed, letting your limbs fall away from their tensed positions. 

“How do you feel?”

You smiled, your eyes opening as he moved to lay beside you. “I feel like I’m your good girl again.”

“That’s because you are.” He said and poked you on the nose, making you giggle. “When do you want your kisses, now or later?”

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Lara Croft x f!Reader

Title: “The greed of man” / see on ao3

Summary: You and your darling Lara are going to a fancy gala party.Or that was the plan, at least.

Contents: vaginal fingering, kissing, nipple play, fluffy lovers, tiny reader, tall Lara Croft, possessive behavior, slight makeup kink,  jealous Lara

Words:1289

In spite of both her social status and profession, it was not often that Lara had to attend any fancy events or galas, but when these inevitably took place, it was always rather exciting to attend with her.

You had put on your most expensive gown, a red piece with rubies and gold accents that Lara had bought for you. A great meticulous effort was always put into your appearance for all the fancy things, not because you wanted to be impressing or fitting in with the upper crust, rather you simply wanted to always look your best for your darling Lara.

When you had finished doing your hair and makeup to perfection, you stepped out of the walk-in closet to see your girlfriend patiently waiting for you, sitting on that antique couch in the middle of her large bedroom.

She wore a sleek black dress that accentuated her beautiful curves in all the right places, her hair left in a carefree ponytail that still managed to look great on her. Looking up from an old, dusty book, her brown eyes glistened in delight as soon as she caught sight of you. The book was quickly put to the side and forgotten.

"Golly!" She exclaimed with a teasing smile. "Now that's a sight for sore eyes, no wonder you took so long. You look just marvelous."

"Well, you are one to talk, beautiful." With a giggle, you walked over to her. A muscular, yet lean arm quickly wrapped around your waist as she pulled you close against her, it was so nice how the curvatures of her body fit so perfectly with yours, like two puzzle pieces made for eachother. Soon her lips were gingerly kissing your temple, trailing a careful path up your hairline towards the crown of your head. Lara dwarfed you in height, so it was quite easy for her to.

"Nonsense!" She laughed against your hair, as her free hand waved at the air with playful, dramatic dismissal. "Whenever we go out like this, I can see how all those blokes stare at you like slobbering dogs."

You giggled again, leaning yourself against her taller frame with certain neediness, playful in nature. Lara joined you in your laughter, with both her arms around you she embraced you tighter, making so your face gently rested on top of her bust, as you stared at her with loving eyes.

"Are you kidding me? It's you who they look at!"

You meant it, and truly, how could you blame them? Lara was stunning in more ways than one, a woman of power and beauty that made you wonder sometimes just how an adventurous lady of posh status and you, a rather average person in most accounts, ended up together. Not that you were complaining of your luck, of course.

"Believe me, they are always looking at you, luv." She reaffirmed, one of her hands traveling to your face, her thumb playfully patting the plumpness of your lower lip. Those brown eyes burned with something, a strong longing that the tomb raider only ever felt towards precious treasures. "You're so beautiful, and men are a bunch of greedy bastards..."

It was a quick way to make your body feel hot, heat rising to your face as you stared into Lara's smoldering gaze. A cheeky smile on her face showing her delight at managing to make you flustered, as always.

"I can't believe it, you're jealous!" You breathed, smiling softly.

"I'm terribly jealous." And with that her lips claimed yours. The kiss was soft at first, the feeling of her soft lips like the touch of a feather, but soon she wanted more, and so did you. Pressing her mouth harder against yours, lips molding perfectly with each other, her tongue slid its way into the sweet inside of your mouth, allowed by your eager need to taste her. You did not even care about ruining your lipstick, because the moment Lara would kiss you all you could think of was her, and only her.

It was like she felt the same, the hunger in which she devoured your breath proving as much. Moaning into the kiss, your hands instinctively went to gently paw at the exposed back of her dress, the feeling of your nails on her skin making Lara groan against your mouth. You could feel your stomach burning with heat, a need for your lover's attention on your pussy growing with each second.

Her strong arms held you tight, hands soon moving to your ass, squeezing through the layers of fabric, making you whine softly. That sound seemed to be enough for her, quickly she was lifting you up effortlessly.

"Lara!"

You yelped, breaking the kiss just as she started walking towards her bed with you. A brief moment of lucidity as you whined. "We are going to be late...!" But you really didn't want her to stop.

And so she didn't. Laying you on the fancy mattess, your body bouncing on it's softness as Lara crawled above you, staring at your red face and ruined lips with positive pride, and possessiveness.

"Oh, let them wait." She reassured, her hand moving to the top of your dress before yanking it down, exposing your tits bare for her. "Right now, you're my treasure."

You gasped. Her lips were drawn to your supple mounds, peppering them with wet kisses as she sucked at the tender skin to leave love bites behind. One of her hands quickly lifted the layers of skirt of your dress until her fingers graced the silk and lace of underwear you wore underneath.

"Oh, Lara..."

Her attention on your tits moved to your tender erect nipples, her mouth latching to one of the hard buds. Her expert tongue teasing them as she suckled from your breast.

Meanwhile, her digits were already playing with your clit, the pad of her finger rubbing and stimulating the little bundle of nerves, making your toes curl, your body writhing underneath her. Soon Lara's fingers were teasing your slick folds, playfully and agonizingly.

But it wasn't until you felt two of them breaching into the fleshy insides of your pussy that you cried loudly to the vast echo of her room.

"Fuck, fuck, Lara...!!"

Your hands found purchase on her hair, messing up her ponytail. She groaned against your breast, pleased and proud to know she was already making you cry for her like that, so needy and desperate, for her an only her. Lara's fingers slid into you easily, pressing against your tight walls to find that sweet spot, curling and twisting until she had found it. You cried again, back arching against her frame, tears pricking your eyes made your mascara run down your cheeks.

"Oh my god, fuck..."

She pumped them into you with loving roughness, stretching you around them and hitting that perfect spot that soon had you pulling at her messy ponytail, you were so close to your peak that your head was turning blank, dizzy.

"Cum for me, darling."

When she whispered those words against your hot skin, you felt yourself overcome by pleasure, an orgasm ripping through your body making you see stars.

"Lara, Lara, LARA!!!"

You screamed, cumming on her fingers. Lara groaned, feeling your juiced coat her digits while your tight walls clamped around them.

As you breathed for air, she started kissing your face, with make up all smeared on it, tenderly before leaning back and watch you like the cat who got the cream.

With a triumphant smirk, the archeologist let out a breathy laugh."So, you still fancy going to the gala?"

"Oh, shut up, you idiot."

You pulled her down to kiss her on the lips again.

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3, 18, 21, 22

3) What is that one scene that you’ve always wanted to write but can’t be arsed to write all of the set-up and context it would need? (consider this permission to write it and/or share it anyway)

Oh now this is a hard one lol Not that they don't exist but braining it rn is hard.

Plus a lot of those kind of scenes are parts of WIPs!

I can say the scene where sylvanas tells jaina she loves her in HoD is like, 75% of the reason that fic exists.

There's a scene in my very first sylvaina fic, the one I started before LR, that I will one day get to write. But I'm not sharing it ;)

There's a scene where Lara Croft has nightmares related to her guilt over how many people she's killed, and Mercy rescuing Widowmaker in the Tolkien AU.

Oh! Okay yeah this may never see the light of day. Star Wars, sabepadme, Padme Lives AU.

context: She becomes the face of the rebellion, but no one knows what she looks like because Sabe crafted her a mask. "The galaxy believes amidala has died." "Who shall I be?" "Liberty."

Anyway it's the inevitable Vader/Liberty meeting. Something something floor collapses and they're trapped together. I'll just share my notes where I often sketch out a scene:

padme keeping her distance, can feel the hatred seething off of vader, can feel the hatred of him in herself, has her pistol trained on him, neither moves though padme suspects she's a dead woman anyway and vader is likely biding his time

vader talks about how much of an annoyance she is, she gets snippy with him, argue, padme reveals something that only she and anakin could have known and…

vader's lightsaber clatters to the ground and he fell to his knees before her. 'Padme…?' and she stared, a sick feeling in her heart, before she reached out and removed vader's helmet, and stared into Anakin's eyes. They were yellow and hateful and yet they were anakin's and padme stifled a sob before removing her own mask. vader's eyes flickered, and for the most brief of moments he was anakin 'he told me I killed you' padme just kneels in front of him, cupping vader's face, and yes, yes her love for him was real, but that was a long time ago and this man was not her anakin but she'd been right, there was still GOOD in him she feels him press his lightsaber into her hands and he says 'I once told you that my lightsaber was my life'. and now, now while that goodness was there, now, before darkness could prevail again, padme did not hesitate in activating the lightsaber. She had loved him a long time ago and yet it was like cutting her own heart out

18) Do any of your stories have alternative versions? (plotlines that you abandoned, AUs of your own work, different characterisations?) Tell us about them.

Not really! At least nothing I've ever really written down. I might have considered some ideas, and I suppose TECHNICALLY Handfuls of Dust was originally going to be an AU before I decided to make it an actual sequel. But it wouldn't have been written otherwise.

Like I'm pretty sure Jaina going undead was something I considered for LR originally

21) What other medium do you think your story would work well as? (film, webcomic, animated series?)

Depends on which stories. When I visualize a scene I typically imagine it as an animated or live action scene. Most of my larger fics would be best in a mini-series type format. I prefer animation in 75% of all cases, though I'd love for Starlight to be live action.

22) Do you reread your old works? How do you feel about them?

I do sometimes. I can't think of any that I hate and I enjoy rereading most of them. Sometimes it's like 'wow I really wrote this? amazing!'

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Can you do word 2 and dialogue 3 for kenma please thank you! 😊

OMG first time writing for Kyenmaaa!! Thanks for requesting, hope you like it!

Meeting his S/O at a Halloween festival

―Kozume Kenma x f!Reader

Word: Vampire

Dialogue:  “Is it–Is it me or everything went...silent?”

Genre/Warnings: Fluff/suggestive

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“Come on Kenma, change that face”

“Is wearing costumes really necessary?”

“Of course, it is! We are in Halloween!”

The setter only sighs as Kuroo pats his back, taking the next spot in the line for the Haunted House ride. He turns his phone on as he begins to feel the exasperation bubbling in his stomach, standing among people for the last hour wasn’t fun.

There is no one behind him when they reach the front of the line. He reorders his fake fangs to stop them from keep bruising the inside of his bottom lip when he catches a figure running up to him in the corner of his eyes.

“Wait!”, he turns slightly to see the owner of the voice and his eyes widen at the girl with the best costume he has seen so far, “Is there a spot for one more?”

You say, panting with difficulty, your hands resting on top of your knees as Kenma stares up and down at you. He pulls the neck of his cloak up with the purpose of covering the red on his cheeks.

“Okay, you are the last of the night”

“Thanks!”

Your costume couldn’t be more recognizable. The tank top that wraps your torso showing some cleavage, the shorts that barely cover your legs and the commando boots are easy to distinguish, but your hair pulled back into a messy ponytail and those commando gloves are the last cherry on top of the cake.

“Guys, please keep your arms into the cart in all moment, do not…..”

Kuroo smirks at Kenma as he takes a few steps ahead of the blonde, entering in a cart with an unknown girl. Kenma narrows his eyes at him sitting in the two-person wagon as you gaze at him, smiling.

“Cool vampire costume, where did you get it?”

“I–A friend got it for me” he lowers his eyes, whispering as you tighten your commando gloves around your wrists, sitting next to him, “Lara Croft?”

“Oh! YES, I love the Tomb Raider videogames! I-I was afraid people wouldn’t get it!” you chuckle nervously

Before you could ask him anything else, the cart moves, making you grasp onto the safety bars as Kenma straightens.

As soon as you enter your vision is darkened and you can’t see a thing except for your silent companion.

You hear the screams and giggles from the cart ahead of yours as Kenma sighs, bored.

“Somewhere else you rather be?”, he nods making you quirk your head,“Oh, something important?”

“Finishing a game”

Until now, there has only been a few flying skeletons, some lame zombies and a pair of decent demonic clowns that made you jolt a little when they jumped in front of you.

“What ga–“,  you stop talking as a crushing silence settles in. Kenma’s honey-eyes squint, searching for any other costumed person lurking in the dark, only to catch your worried gaze, “Is it–Is it me or everything went...silent?”

“I don’t hear the others either... “, the hairs on the back of your neck straighten up when Kenma’s eyes glisten at the figure that comes out of the shadows, “Behind you–”

A woman shrieks horribly in your ear, extending her arms at both sides of your head, causing you to jolt forwards with a loud scream. Kenma instinctively grasps your shoulders, steadying you.

“S-sorry”, he mumbles, quickly retracting his hands as if he had touched a burning pot, placing them on his lap not crossing eyes with you.

Without more words to say, your chest rises and falls at an unhealthy pace in an attempt to regain your composure from the heart attack you almost had. The neck of your tank that lowered with each of your exhalations had Kenma’s eyes fighting temptation vigorously.

Kenma’s body stiffens at the feeling of your bare leg touching his over the thick fabric of the trousers, your body involuntarily leaning to the setter’s spot, the shock from a couple minutes ago still fresh on your mind.

“Sorry, I’m not use to be this jumpy”

Kenma is thankful that the only light that falls upon the cart comes from a few decorations. His face is flushed red, and for the first time he doesn’t mind the sudden intromission to his personal space.

“It...doesn’t matter, so you like to play?” 

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The alluring charm of Henry Cavill - Epilogue

Summary: A few months have passed. How are Adelaide and Henry holding up? 

Henry Cavill x Adelaide Park (ofc)

Wordcount: 2k

Warnings: None

Masterlist // Previous chapter //

‘Hello everybody,’ Henry says into the camera.

His beautiful girlfriend sits next to him on a chair, but since she is so short, her legs are dangling off the chair, while he has planted both of his feet on the floor. He looks to the side, simply to take in her beauty, even if it’s just for a short time. ‘My name is Adelaide Park.’

‘And I am Henry Cavill and we are doing the Wired Autocomplete Interview.’

Henry watches these types of interviews religiously and he always wanted to do this. And now he gets to do it with his gorgeous Adelaide.

They recently starred in a new romantic comedy: I’m sorry I hit you with my car. It’s about a woman named Jazz Mitchells, who accidentally hits one of the top attorneys in the country Declan Stanford with her car.  Because of the impact, Declan permanently loses his vision. Jazz feels so guilty, she decides she should become his assistent, since she has a law degree, but due to personal matter hasn’t used it. Obviously—it’s a romantic comedy—they fall in love with one another, though Declan has never seen Jazz. It’s hard on him, since he—surprise surprise—is extremely superficial and only cares about looks.

When Henry read the script, he was slightly intrigued, however when Adelaide was sent the script as well, because the director wanted her as Jazz Mitchels, he was more than intrigued. Starring alongside his crazily talented girlfriend made the experience worth while. People already speculated they are dating again, however they have yet to go public. They made up nine months ago, but keep their relationship pretty under the radar. They started out in the public eye and that went south. Despite the two of them not being involved in reality tv, they wanted to take it slow, without the hot and demanding breaths of the fans and paparazzi in their necks.

Henry holds the board for Adelaide, as she peels off the sticker to reveal the first question. ‘Is Adelaide Park Korean?’ She nods as she looks into the camera. ‘One hundred percent.’

Henry can’t help but stare at her and when her eyes meet his, she flashes him a lovely smile. He’ll never get tired of seeing that smile.

‘Is Adelaide Park related to Park Jimin from BTS?’ She starts to chuckle. ‘No, but I wish. Wouldn’t that be super awesome? If that were the case though, I’d rub that fact into people’s faces everywhere I go. Okay, next one: is Adelaide Park tall?’

Henry can’t help but snort. ‘She is everything but tall,’ he says, before she gets the chance to answer it.

She pouts as she looks his way and his heart swells at the sight. ‘No?’

‘Sorry, Addy.’ He bumps his knee against hers.

‘Is Adelaide Park Lara Croft?’ Adelaide’s smile becomes brighter and brighter. ‘Well, I’m going to portray her very very soon. I’m so excited, because this will be my first action packed movie.’

Henry looks to the side again, as he watches her beam with pride. When she got the dreading phone call she had been waiting for and the director told her she got the part, she kept it very professional over the phone. However, the second she hung up, tears filled her eyes and she stood in the middle of the kitchen, as she cried with happiness. For the first time she was going to broaden her movie horizon, something she wanted to do so for such a long time. Adelaide is already training pretty hard, so she’s got a more athletic appearance.

He loves the way she is, but the determination she has for this movie, is something he recognizes instantly. Besides, he loves spending even more time with her, as he goes to the same gym as her and together they work out. He even came to the point where he threw everything remotely unhealthy out, so he can eat healthy with her. It’s hard enough already to eat healthy, let alone when he is going to eat his usual snacks right under her nose.

Adelaide has reached the end of the board already and Henry hands it to the woman who gives him the next board. His girlfriend pries the board out of his hands, so she can hold it for him, just like he did for her.

‘Okay, let’s see,’ he says, as he peels off the top sticker. ‘Is Henry Cavill Superman?’ He looks to Adelaide. ‘Am I? I’ve heard I look like the actor, but I don’t really see it.’

She studies his face. ‘Hmm… No, Superman is way hotter than you.’

He spots the mischievous smile on her face that he has come to love. She sticks out her tongue and he can’t help but smile at her.

‘Is Henry Cavill a nerd? I think I qualify as a nerd.’

Adelaide’s eyes widen. ‘You think? You are the biggest nerd I have ever encountered, you dork.’

Henry bumps his shoulder against hers. ‘Is Henry Cavill dating Adelaide Park?’

After they talked about it over coffee and took a swim, they have been on multiple dates and it didn’t take long before they simply fell into their trusted routines. He moved into her apartment when filming and promoting became a daily routine for awhile and the second he stepped in, he realized he was home.

Not long after that, he met her parents. Adelaide is a copy of her dad, look wise and personality wise.They have the same smile and share the same adorable traits; when they eat, they pout, when they watch a movie, they frown. Her mother on the other hand, is a lot more serious and continued to threaten him. She told him multiple times in an ice cold way how she’ll run him over multiple times with her electrical wheelchair if he ever hurts her again.

He is not doubting her at all, but he can guarantee he’ll never do something that idiotic again. He loves Adelaide more than anything in the world and he would be an absolute moron if he ever let her go.

When they were casted for this romantic comedy together, it was such a magical moment. Despite him playing a blind man for seventy five percent of the movie (minus the beginning and the multiple flashbacks), during certain scenes he couldn’t stop staring at Adelaide. Taking in her beauty was becoming so normal for him, that not doing that felt wrong.

During their sex scene, the director wanted to put the focus on him taking in her beauty with his touch, instead with his sight. Touching her wasn’t a problem for him, because he loved touching her, but not getting turned on by her was the hardest part of it all and let’s just say he had to drag her to his trailer afterwards.

‘I am dating Adelaide Park,’ Henry finally says with a disgusting grin on his face. ‘I know a lot of people have been suspecting it for awhile now, but I can confirm that as a matter of fact, we are indeed dating.’ He holds her hand and she starts to blush, because he looks at her, probably with heart eyes, since that always makes her blush. ‘And I’m so incredibly lucky.’

◎ ◎ ◎

When they are home, Adelaide kicks off her shoes and rushes to the couch. With her eyes closed, she is sprawled out on the cushions. ‘Henry,’ she calls out for him, causing him to walk over to her. He sits on the edge of the couch and she holds out her hands for him. ‘Can I have a hug?’ she asks with a slight pout. ‘I don’t feel too good.’

‘Why, love? What’s wrong?’ Henry asks, placing her hand on her cheek.

‘I think I’ve got that nasty flu,’ she says. ‘I felt a little funny during the interview, but now I can finally relax and I feel even worse than before.’ Adelaide sighs and closes her eyes again. ‘Please? That hug?’

He gets on the couch with her, lifting her on his chest and wraps his arms tightly around her. When Henry gently kisses her forehead, he notices she is already heating up a bit. ‘Ah, my love, I think you might be right. Good thing I love taking care of you. You’ll be better in no time.’

‘We need to cancel my parents,’ she mentions. They were supposed to meet them tomorrow, but knowing Adelaide she doesn’t want her mother coming down with this, something that he completely understands, though he is a bit disappointed they are not going to her parents. Spending time with the Parks, is always nice and he loves her parents as if they were his own. Hearing their stories from pre-actress Adelaide are both heartbreaking and encouraging. They love one another in a way they’ll know they can rely on each other. ‘How about we’ll prepare the couch, so it’s a bit more comfortable for us and I’ll make you some chicken broth? You want to watch some tv or a movie?’

She looks up at him with glassy eyes, a clear sign she is indeed coming down with something. ‘I know you wanted to hang out with David tonight and you can still do that. I’m a big girl, I can manage.’

He was jealous of what Adelaide and David had. They were very close friends and a simply look was enough for them to tell each other a lot. Now David Castañeda is one of his best friends and he loves it when they can hang out together. ‘Not when you’re sick. David will understand.’ He lets his hand run over her cheek. ‘I’m sorry you feel like this.’

She shrugs. ‘There have been plenty of moments where I was all alone when I was sick. Now you are here with me, that makes it more doable. Besides, I took care of you and your upset stomach a few weeks ago. It’s only fair that you take care of me right now.’

He chuckles. ‘It’s my absolute pleasure, love.’

After he prepared the couch for her, even helped her changing into something more comfortable and removed her make-up, he heats up some soup for her, as she is watching television. He has already called off David, who actually has come down with a bit of a sore throat himself and rather hangs on his mother’s couch, so they’ll simply reschedule.

Henry plops on the couch again and Adelaide maneuvers herself between his legs, her back against his chest, as she eats her soup.

Henry prizes himself lucky every single day that he is dating this wonderful woman, who has shown him so much. He fucked it up once, but that is not going to happen again. They are in this together and they are going to stay in this together. The movie industry can be a tough one and at first he dreaded the times that he would be in LA, missing his family dearly. However, now he is with Adelaide and no matter where they are, as long as they are together, they are home.

His phone vibrates and he sees he has a message from his brother. He quickly opens it, discretely so Adelaide won’t see it.

Piers: I can finally officially tell you: the arrangements are made. Good thing you told me this far ahead, because that place is booked when it comes to proposals.

Piers: You sure you can wait nine months before you propose to her?

Henry smiles at his phone, before he presses a kiss in Adelaide’s nape. ‘I love you, Addy,’ he whispers to her. ‘You do know that right?’

‘Of course I know that,’ she says as she looks to the side. ‘I love you too.’ When she focuses back on the movie again, he quickly types back a message.

Henry: I can wait, no matter how hard it may seem. I love her a lot, Piers and I’m not letting her go.

Piers: I know you do. Now when are we going ring shopping?

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A/N: I can’t believe this is the end of this fic 😭😭 Adelaide and Henry are amazing, but I think this is a good place to end the story. I wanna say thank you to everyone who read this. You are fantastic and thank you for the kind words 😘

[writingandmore]

Hi!!! May I get a HP, Star Wars, Voltron, and Disney matchup?

𝗕𝗔𝗦𝗜𝗖𝗦 + 𝗔𝗣𝗣𝗘𝗔𝗥𝗔𝗡𝗖𝗘

19, Libra, Neutral Good, enneagram is 4w5, muggleborn Ravenclaw (with Gryffindor tendencies), and my patronus spirit is Hummingbird. Biromantic Pansexual Genderfluid woman using pronouns of She/Her or He/Him. Cherubic-like face, with short height (5'1") plus sized Southeast Asian woman with Spanish descent that has chic messy/wavy brunette medium hair that reaches to my shoulder, oriental skin, slightly upturned eyes, small lashes, chocolate brown irises, cute flat nose, heart shaped face, full cheeks, cupid's bow lips, a small beauty mark on the forehead, and naturally straight teeth with tiny gap in front (just imagine that it's a mixture of Marinette from 𝗠𝗶𝗿𝗮𝗰𝘂𝗹𝗼𝘂𝘀 𝗟𝗮𝗱𝘆𝗯𝘂𝗴, Musa from 𝗪𝗶𝗻𝘅 𝗖𝗹𝘂𝗯, and Alexandra Trese from 𝗧𝗿𝗲𝘀𝗲---cause' my friend told me that I kinda look like them). My sense of fashion is in between emo and boyish plus korean glam, I sometimes let my hair down or styled like Lara Croft reboot.

𝗣𝗘𝗥𝗦𝗢𝗡𝗔𝗟𝗜𝗧𝗬

Distant, quiet, and timid at first making people thought I'm a demure, modest, and self-effacing that looks "immaculate" or "one of a kind" (due to my protective mom, a reason why I've never been in a relationship) but the truth is, dunno how to initiate a conversation, but a total opposite if I open up---friendly, ambivert, witty, laughing loudly on a daily basis---like my happiness is too shallow, super talkative, eats a lot (yeah I can finish a huge slice of cake or a meal in one sitting), awkward, daydreamer (I got embarrassed from knocking at the door even I'm inside the classroom 😂), EXTREMELY CLUMSY (mostly gets bruises from hitting, bumping my head somewhere, walking into something on my way, and being careless to my belongings), secretly likes affection, easily overwhelmed, prone to melt over wholesomeness, flusters on compliments, lightly blushes on cheesy banters, eager to share what I know (especially about Catholic Church---my past teacher joked that I'll become a saint because of it 🤣), oftenly speaks full of sarcasm with a lowkey crackhead energy citing meme references, and talented girl who can be your no.1 supporter and unashamed to be true to myself but can be awkward to strangers. In terms of leadership, I only educate and guide than being a prefect (I might take the role seriously), will lift my group when there's lacking/incompleteness. About doing projects in school, I become too extra and prepared for efforts, but I'll forget the process in the end.

The extent, I'm expressive, warm-hearted, willig to help, kind, intelligent, supportive, nice, creative, enthusiastic, laid-back, determined, tough, competitive, and feisty outside, but a real softie that can be childish and dramatic that cries so easily (but will enlightened real quick by smallest things that makes me smile) filled with doubts, frustrations, and insecurities with fear of failure that pushes off the limits to to please everyone because they might get dissappointed from expectations---I simply can't stop proving myself too much because I'm a survivor of bullying. But I still managed to be stronger than ever after I stumbled, even it's a slow burn process. I can be blunt, intimidating, harsh, and a douchebag if I receive ends or I got interrupted while doing something. Immature, headstrong, perfectionist, demanding, hesitant, jumpy, forgetful, overthinker, quick-tempered, sensitive, and anxious (no joke, my nervousness makes me think worse scenario will arrive). Though can be procrastinator and arrogant, I raised as a religious 𝖺𝗇𝖽 diplomatic youth, willing to fight what I believe (including my dreams and what's important to me) and what is right. In addition, I have a habit of staying up late and doing sign of the cross to ease nervousness.

Rowdy and feeling-brokenhearted and bitter friend in the group who fangirl a lot, swears like sailor, will call out on people that we loathe, will make fun of your stupidity (in a good way) before helping, and bring gossips, but a hopeless romantic and cheeky (makes banter with sarcasms or pick up lines as an endearment, but gets annoyed if I received sappy or offensive one), Still generous and concerned person in a subtle and different way.

𝗛𝗢𝗕𝗕𝗜𝗘𝗦

My hobbies are singing, drawing, roleplaying, listening to music, chatting/browsing on social media, conceptualizing, writing, and reading some stuffs. I'll include making corniest jokes/puns, sleeping, and dancing when nobody's around or walking like a model if I feel so bold (even I'm terrible at both xD). I also used to learn Italian language a bit.

𝗟𝗜𝗞𝗘𝗦

Loves kittens, milk tea, singing at the karaoke, cartoons, iced coffee, memes, cute things, watching YouTube videos (mostly pageants, ASMR, edit audios, and mukbangs), also enjoys playing games on my sister's PSP. Sucker for arts, choir, poetry, night sky, makeup, fun/deep/dumb conversations, Christianity, documentaries (about saints, real crime stories, and inspirational people), reading interesting stuffs, talking about social issues, and creative writing, chilling both indoors and outdoors. Beside that, my music taste are like late 90s-2000s songs (mostly rock, pop, and country) sometimes Catholic songs, kpop and ppop, chocoholic, and a sweetooth as well.

𝗗𝗜𝗦𝗟𝗜𝗞𝗘𝗦

Things that I hate are stereotyping, HUGE creepy crawlies (spiders, toads, snakes, and cockroaches), firecracker sounds, thunder and lightning, being left out, loneliness, heart break, blackout, and judgemental people. If I found out that someone hates or backstabbing or being rude to me, I won't hesitate to throw offensive criticisms, leaving them with a "I don't give a f" attitude. One random fact about me is, I 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 vent out EVERYTHING I despise in my entire existence---from bad soap operas to toxicity, worse scenarios in real life, and how terrible is my love life from unrequited feelings that I got, because it's a big deal for me, and I consider forcing me to do what I'm not into and manipulating me as my major pet peeves.

𝗧𝗥𝗜𝗚𝗚𝗘𝗥𝗦

In terms of triggers...I only have two which are ta𝖨king about divorce/annullment/separation because I came from a generational broken family (it sucks that some people I knew assumed that the reason why I'm overly unaware that someone is interested in me in secret, is I have "high standards" looking for a partner, but the truth is I'm strict and I have a personal preferences...I know my worth and I don't want settle for less!) and religion/beliefs discrimination, cause' there are reasonings that doesn't makes sense because some, sounds too hypocritical, like as if you're a morally good person.

𝗥𝗢𝗠𝗔𝗡𝗖𝗘 + 𝗟𝗢𝗩𝗘 𝗟𝗔𝗡𝗚𝗨𝗔𝗚𝗘𝗦

My love languages are quality time and gift giving, but I actually swoon over physical touch (especially cuddles and cute kisses) and words of affirmation when it comes to having a partner, though I get attracted so easily, matured but can be a goofy person who's nice, friendly, kind-hearted, loving, faithful, and excels in academics is my cup of tea. Whenever I have a real life crush (which is rare), I act the same but deep inside, my heart is about to explode and will eventually share to my trustful friends how I highly admire that person, however if they spilled the beans out, I'll obviously deny it and will cry if they like someone else, it will take some time for me to move on, now I don't care for them anymore.

Best Friends to Lovers is my ideal trope because I find it very cute since you already knew each other before dating (which happened to my 2nd cousin, she married her best friend!)---perfect balance for romance, laughters, comfort, and tears when it comes to sharing your vibes, being there through thick and thin, safe with embraces, and helping each other to grow.

𝗧𝗥𝗜𝗩𝗜𝗔𝗦

My best assets are smile, eyes, personality, singing voice, artistic skills, writings, intelligence, oratorical skills and I have potential in hosting...so I can consider myself as a singer, artist, orator, speaker, and a top student who's a former active campus ministry member with three roles (choir leader, psalm singer, and reader).

May sounds different but I'm passionate for helping people through my talents and sharing my story to inspire everyone. I may look selfish, but I have a different way on how I show that I actually care also I have a biased sentimental value

Currently a college freshman, learning how to cook. I have so many interests, to the point I don't know what I'm into because of my dreams to become a popular Filipino YouTuber, a novelist, and being part of a successful chorale competing internationally...I also consider joining pageants at school too once the pandemic ends, but maybe.

HP: Remus!

- Remus is also quiet and a bit reserved when he's not in a familiar situation, so your own first impression on him would be a good one, as you'd seem similar to his own personality. He's sweet and is able to start up a conversation if he notices the other person is having a hard time doing so, so hopefully he'd be able to bring out your more extroverted and friendly self after a while so he can be around the more open you. He wouldn't mind you being a bit awkward-he's very much the same way-honestly, the comradery that would come from that would be more positive than anything else. He loves sharing knowledge and learning about new things, so your eagerness to talk about what you know would work really well also! He does a lot better when he knows someone has his back too, so your extra supportive nature would endear him to you as well.

SW: Han!

- Your nicer and more helpful personality would balance out Han's more standoffish vibes when first meeting. You might get on his nerves a bit first, but you'd quickly grown on him and, in turn, make him a bit of a better person. Your ability to be blunt and a bit harsh would serve you well if you ever needed to stand your ground on an issue that two of you have, as he can be quite stubborn.

VLD: Lance!

- Lance can be a bit immature from time to time as well, especially when it comes to trying to be funny or cheering up those around him-he's also headstrong and typically firm in what he wants to do, so your own determined personality would attract him to you a lot as well. He often puts off things he needs to do if they make him anxious too, but if you both recognize that you share that problem, helping each other might be a good solution!

Disney: Flynn!

- Flynn is quite a sarcastic and teasing person, so your own humor would match well with his. He's also quite a hopeless romantic as well, even though he's certainly not one to admit that right off the bat. He enjoys singing, and as he gets closer to someone he feels more comfortable doing so in front of them, so a partner he's been with for a long time would get to see him be more and more open with it. That also applies to activities like dancing.

[mosylufanfic]

The Game’s Afoot

Merry Christmas, @halflingmerry! I was your Secret Santa! You asked for a modern James Bond/Lara Croft AU, and I hope this delivers.

The Game's Afoot  

Report: Target arrived in town. She has been supplying herself for an excursion, indicating a local temple she wishes to investigate. The consensus is that she's just another bored, rich tourist who will probably die in the jungle.

Reply: Proceed as you see fit.

**

Jyn hired a guide in Merida. Tenoch spoke very little English, but Jyn's map and pesos communicated for her very well. He gave her a skeptical look when he saw the destination, but she added more pesos to the pile and he shrugged. 

They made good time the first day. She checked her GPS after they made camp for the night and did some calculations. If they kept this up, they were about two days out from the temple, which was what she'd planned for.

The satellite signal on her phone was a little shaky this far into the jungle but she could still get a video feed of her foster brother, Bodhi. "Oh good," he said when he saw her face. "You haven't been eaten by a jaguar."

"The night is young," she said. 

"You've got a good guide?"

She glanced at Tenoch, squatted down over the fire, stirring something in a little tin pot. "Seems to be. We're not doing a lot of talking. You know how crap my Spanish is."

Bodhi started to say something, then paused and changed it to, "As long as he stops you getting crushed to death by a - " He looked off into the distance. "Wait, what's that snake? The one that wraps around your throat and squeezes you to death?"

She rolled her eyes. "There are no boa constrictors in the Yucatan. I'm more concerned about falling down a cenote."

"What're those then?"

"Bloody great sinkhole with a lot of water in the bottom. If the fall doesn't kill you, the drowning will."

"Are you sure you're going to make it to that temple alive?"

"Probably not," she said cheerfully. "You'll inherit my millions."

"I'll be very sad about that," he promised solemnly. "I promise to wipe my eyes with thousand-pound notes at your memorial service."

"I only get a memorial service? Wanker."

"Yes, because your body is somewhere in the jungle, swollen to twice its size after being bitten by some hideously poisonous bug."

"Venomous," she corrected. "Poisonous is when you eat it." She thought. "Or touch it."

"Right," he said. "I stand corrected. I'm glad you called, anyway, and not just because it's proof of life. Saw Gerrera's been in touch."

She let out a heartfelt groan. "Come on, Bodes, none of that business stuff. It's so deadly dull."

Bodhi, who'd been neck and neck with her all throughout their MBA program, looked taken aback. She cut her eyes to his left, where his tall, dour new assistant was sorting out the day's mail.

He adjusted and sniffed, "Well, sor-ry, but it's your money, and you should know what's going on with it."

"No," she retorted, studying her nails, "your job is to know what's going on with it, Mister CEO. I'm the owner. I just have to sign the checks."

"And go gadding about the world."

"That too."

"As long as you're back for the founder's ball."

She sobered. "In twenty years, have I ever missed my mother's birthday?"

"No," he said, voice equally gentle. "Not even once."

They chatted a little more, Bodhi sharing some misadventure his youngest sister had got into over the weekend and Jyn telling him about her flight from London to Merida.

Just as Bodhi was asking her about her preparations for the excursion, his new assistant hove into view like an iceberg looming over the Titanic. "Mr. Rook," he said. "You have a meeting with the VP of finance in exactly seven and one-half minutes."

"Thank you, Kay," Bodhi said, giving Jyn a look through the video feed.

"I would end your call with Ms. Erso as soon as possible."

"Thank you, Kay," Bodhi said again. "Do you have the reports we'll be going over?"

"They are on your tablet."

"I'd like paper copies, please."

Somehow managing to impart that Bodhi was the most ridiculous and unreasonable boss in the world without changing his expression, Kay stalked away.

Jyn snickered. "Go on to your important and scintillating meeting," she said. "Me, I'm going to shovel down some rations and sleep like a log."

"Pace too rough for you?" he teased.

She flipped him off. "Jet lag, if you must know." She rolled her shoulders. "Love to your mum and the girls."

"Stay safe," Bodhi said, and signed off.

She shut her satphone down and leaned against a tree, thinking hard.

Bodhi's old assistant, Tivik, had left suddenly for a new job, and Kay had turned up as if by magic. They were neither of them stupid, and they knew Kyber Limited had its fair share of business rivals. Corporate espionage was to be expected. But she'd always felt it best to keep your enemies where you could see them.

Her satphone slipped from her hand and she made a grab for it.

There was a high-pitched whistle and a reverberating thud. 

Jyn's head jerked up. Her guide was a dark shape looming over her, both hands gripping a machete handle. The machete itself was stuck fast in the tree that she'd been standing under.

If she hadn't ducked her head to grab for the satphone, the blade would have gone through her neck.

Her heart hammered in her chest as she stared up into his shadowed face. Only a faint glint showed her where his eyes were. She had a knife in her boot and the machete was stuck fast. Could she reach her weapon before he could retrieve his?

A thump and a rustle by her feet caught her attention.

Half a snake flopped over the ground, still writhing, the mouth gaping open and fangs glittering evilly in the dusk. Instinctively, she kicked it hard with the steel toe of her boot, and the body soared into the campfire.

Tenoch watched it disappear into the flames with sizzling, popping noises, and then said, "Una vibora."

Viper.

She swallowed hard. "Si. Yo se." She nodded stiffly. "Gracias."

"De nada."

He wrenched his machete from the tree trunk, and the other half of the snake crashed to the ground. Put together with the front half, Jyn guessed it had been two feet long at least, and she swallowed bile.

Seemingly unaffected, he used the bloody machete to flick the second half of the snake into the darkness. "La comida está lista," he said, jerking his head toward the fire and the little tin pot he'd been stirring.

Thank god he'd covered it.

She followed him back to the campfire with shaky legs, cursing at herself. She'd been so deep in thought she hadn't stayed aware of her surroundings.

She of all people should know that the jungle would kill you to death given half a chance. It was what had happened to her mother. 

She and Bodhi might joke about it, but Lyra Erso had gone into this jungle and hadn't come out. Jyn was well aware she might not find a trace of her mother at the temple that had been her last, failed expedition, but she'd been planning this trip for years, and she wasn't about to let a snake or a bug or a jaguar or a cenote or even a taciturn guide stop her.

**

They agreed that he would take the first watch, and Tenoch settled himself cross-legged, with his back to the fire to preserve his night vision. From the corner of his eye, he could see Jyn Erso crawling into the tent.

He listened to the rustling and shuffling sounds of her getting ready for bed. The zip of the sleeping bag, the further shuffling of her getting comfortable and settled. He waited half an hour more, eyes tracking the jungle for animal or human intruders, ears cocked to the noises from the tent, patient as the grave. 

Then he rose soundlessly and made his way to the tent. He eased the zipper open silently, eyes and ears both attuned to the slow-breathing form in the sleeping bag. 

She lay curled on her side, one hand knotted up under her cheek like a child. The traces of light from the campfire behind him outlined her face. The line of her chin remained stubborn even in sleep, and her chapped Cupids-bow lips were ever-so-slightly parted . . . 

He shook himself. He was here to do a job, not moon over a pampered English heiress.

Although for a pampered English heiress, she'd done very well on the trail today.

Her pack was settled at her feet, right at the opening of the tent. He closed his hand around any buckles and metal pieces that would jingle and lifted it out of its place, letting the tent flap fall closed behind him.

He checked the outside pockets first. First aid kit, extra foldable canteen, iodine tablets, sunblock, insect repellent . . . All manner of small necessary items, but no top-of-the-line satphone.

He moved to the central compartments, pulling each item out and mentally noting the way it had been packed so he could replace it exactly the same way. Rice, dried meat, beans, carefully and thoroughly wrapped in plastic. Extra clothing. Soap, again wrapped in plastic. Rain gear. Toiletries, in more plastic.

No satphone.

His own, with its mirroring app pulled up and ready to do its job, waited in its pocket against his thigh.

She'd kept hers on her all day, gripped in her hand or locked into its case on her belt. He'd attempted to mirror it this morning as they set out, jostling up next to her on the trail, but the security on it was rather better than most. He needed more than mere proximity; he had to get his hands on it, possibly unlock it, in order for his own to do its job. 

Did she keep it on her body even as she slept? When did she charge it? The things sucked down power like a drunk swallowing rum.

Their trip would take at least a week more - two to the temple, one or two to explore, and three more back to Merida. He would surely have a chance to hack into it. 

But the longer he took, the more information his superiors could miss. 

Frowning to himself, he re-packed everything scrupulously back in its place and fastened it tightly closed. He lifted it off the ground and turned to go put it back in the tent -

And found the supposedly fast-asleep woman standing behind him, her heavy walking stick ready to swing at his head. In a deadly pleasant voice, she asked in perfect Spanish, "Find anything interesting?"

He went still, staring up at her, calculating which of several stories he could use.

“Don’t waste either of our time playing innocent,” she said. She switched to English. “And don’t pretend you don’t understand me, either. I know you were listening in on my call."

Some of the possible stories were discarded.

“Do you blame me?” he said. He layered his English with extra helpings of his accent. “I could sell this pack and all its contents for many pesos.”

“And what would you have done with me?” she asked silkily.

“You have experience, hiking the jungle. You might have made it back.” He shrugged, as if to say it was in the hands of a higher power. “Then again, you might not.”

She gave a little huff of amusement. “I might buy that if you hadn’t had a brilliant opportunity to let me die of snakebite earlier this evening.”

He wanted to scowl. He did not. 

"You're not just some con man out to make quick money. Not the way you ignored all my easily pocketed supplies and tools. You were looking for my satphone. You've been pointedly ignoring it all day, after you tried to mirror it this morning."

He felt the scowl almost emerge, in his forehead and the corners of his mouth, and purposely blanked his face. He was usually much better than this at controlling his expression. 

Her mouth quirked up smugly. "Who do you work for? Alderaan Corp? Mos Eisley and Company?" She narrowed her eyes at him. "Not the Hutt brothers?"    

Calculations churned. 

It was a common misconception that spies always lied. Sometimes, if it would get them what they wanted, they told the truth.

He let the pack fall and rose to his feet, not missing the way she resettled her grip and her stance in response. "Interpol,” he said. 

"Interpol," she said with deep and withering skepticism.

He shrugged. Believe it or don't, the shrug said.

She eyed him. "And what does Interpol want with Kyber Limited?"

"Perhaps Interpol wants you."

She snorted. "It comes to the same thing."

Damn. He should have known better than to believe her loudly proclaimed disinterest in business. Not after she'd done an MBA at Cambridge. But the woman flitted around the world while Rook stayed in London at the Kyber Limited offices.

He tested her out. ""What do you know about Imperial Industries?"

She shrugged. “Weapons manufacturers. We don’t have much to do with them.”

“An energy company could have a lot to do with a weapons manufacturer.”

“Yes, well, the company my mother started doesn’t.”

“And your father works for Imperial.”

She snorted. “This is about Galen Erso? You’re barking up the wrong tree, Interpol. I haven't spoken to him since he left for California, the day after my mother's funeral."

"That's a very long time to ignore your only child."

"I didn't say he hadn't tried. I haven't responded. Kyber Limited does very well without Galen Erso." She frowned at him. "What's he done?"

"Interpol has reason to believe Imperial Industries is building a device that contravenes international standards."

"Those naughty boys," she said.

"And by international standards, I mean the Geneva Convention."

"A super-weapon, " she said. "How delightful. I'm sure we'll all sleep cozy in our beds, knowing the Americans have that."

"It may not be the Americans. Not if they're not the highest bidder."

A moment. Then - "Ah." Her thumb rubbed over a knot in the wood, the only betrayal of restlessness. "And my father's building that, is he?"

"His research has applications."

"Well, as I said, Interpol - "

"Andor," he said.

"What?"

"My name is Cassian Andor."

She could run his name and get proof that he was who he said he was, and he had no doubt she would at the first opportunity.

"Cassian," she said, and his eyes narrowed. "As I said, I'm not in touch with my father, and I don't intend to change that." She narrowed her eyes back at him. "I think if I did, he might get suspicious."

Cassian thought otherwise, but he kept it to himself. 

"So," she finished. "You can traipse off back to your superiors if you like. Let them know I'm a dead end."

"You hired me to guide you to the temple," he said. "I prefer to finish a job I've started."

"Do you even know the way?"

"I grew up in Merida," he said. 

"Merida's the state capitol. Lots of people grew up there. That's not an answer."

"I know the way," he said. "And I have my own reasons for wanting to check it out."

"Do you now? Because as far as I know, my father's never been here."

"No," Cassian said. "But his boss has."

"His boss," Jyn echoed.

"Orson Krennic," Cassian said. "In fact, he went at the same time as your mother's last expedition."

Her face went to stone. "What are you saying?"

"I'm saying nothing," he said. "I'd merely like to do some checking of my own at that location. See what there is to see."

Her thumb rubbed over the knot on her walking stick again.

Cassian tested the waters. "Or we could go back to Merida. You could hire some other guide."

"No," she said, and cleared her throat. "No," she said. "We're already a third of the way there and I don't feel like wasting the trip. As you say, we've both got reasons to go."

"True enough," he said. "And perhaps we could help each other."

"Let's not get ahead of ourselves, Interpol." She scooped up her pack. "Just you keep your mitts off my satphone, and I'll do the same for you."

**

Once back in her tent, Jyn slid her satphone from her pocket and texted Bodhi. You were right, he's Interpol. Counter-terrorism. Apparently, Imperial is being very bad indeed. What’s Kay after?

Bodhi texted back right away. Either his meeting was done or it was a crashing bore. So far he’s been digging through most of R&D. Nice to know he’s not going to sell the false leads I’ve provided. Have you got your fellow hooked?

Oh, yes. He even brought up Krennic himself. Now let's see where our two fish lead us.

**

Back by the fire, Cassian sent a text of his own. I dangled Orson Krennic in front of her and whetted  her appetite. Continue to monitor her communications with Rook. If her father reaches out again, she'll tell him. Galen Erso is the weak spot, and his daughter is our way in.

FINIS

[poepoe-thebunny]

Rudy/Tony and Fam during Quarantine

Cause this is where my life is at, apparently. I thought I escaped the “quarantine fever writing” that everyone else got. Apparently I was wrong. 

After another visit to the castle, the Thompson’s end up there in quarantine once miss rona hits the world. Thank god for WI-FI and working remotely, even if his parents look vaguely like zombies due to time zone differences. Tony can’t talk, his online schooling schedule is all sorts of weird and he’s pretty sure his teacher just wants to sleep until the whole thing is over. Honestly Tony can’t say he blames her. 

The Sackville-bagg clan, as it turns out, is a surprisingly overprotective bunch when they need to be, especially now that they have accepted their humans into the fold. Even with catching up on modern medicine and germ theory, they won’t allow anything to happen to their precious humans. 

(AU/headcanons incoming??

Rudy/Tony: 

- Think Rudy was protective before? Think again. 

- Rudy is over 300 years old, he’s old by human standards and he has met people who are old by vampire standards. He’s seen Things(TM) ok?

- He has been through more than one plague in his life. He has seen what it can do to the sick and the poor. He knows it’s a different now, that life-saving machines exist, that they’re working on a vaccine, that soap is widely available. 

- But he also knows it’s not. 

- Tony? Not going anywhere as far as he is concerned. Say hello to your prince, Rapunzel, cause Rudy is keeping Tony up in that tower if it kills him (again). 

- He knows where all of Tony’s masks are, and where he puts the extras. 

- He’ even shops online for masks with Tony, finding cool hand-sewn, gothic looking ones for Rudy himself to wear. He’s not sure if Corona even effects vampires, but Tony likes finding stuff to match his “aesthetic’ and it keeps his mortal happy. 

- He waits on his mortal hand and foot in between videogames and watching Netflix. (Tony likes How to Train Your Dragon and Paranorman, Rudy likes The Little Prince and Kubo and the Two Strings.). 

- Rudy’s first introduction to Tumblr is through Tony, and at one point they reach the Plague Doctor Aesthetics. While Rudy hasn’t spent much time in Italy, he doesn’t think they’re very accurate, and complains as such to his mortal. 

- Rudy is surprisingly easily offended about historically inaccurate things, and it sends Tony into laughing fits. 

- Rudy is Bad At Memes. Like, just in general he doesn’t always get them, and when Corona Memes become a thing he’s just constantly confused. Poor Rudy honestly. 

- Tries to learn to cook healthy human food, except he hasn’t had any major kitchen experience in 200-odd years and it comes out as a disaster the first few times he tries it. 

- It turns into a teaching session between him and the other adult humans, turns out the old couple who owns the castle like to feed people. Rudy walks into Tony’s room with a tray piled so high Tony can’t see his head. 

-Always offering to fly around the castle to get things for Tony, even if he isn’t sick. 

- TikTok dances. Tony shows him, then teaches him. Rudy is shockingly good at them, but Gregory thinks he’s cringy. 

Gregory: 

(Not me flexing my love of the good big brother trope, absolutely not, nope)

- Surprisingly rather take charge about the whole thing, he’s come around to the Thompson’s and the old couple. 

- While his parents help when they can, they sort of take a step back, and let the three siblings explain what’s happening in the world to the clan (if they are there). Being the oldest, Gregory sort of defaults to being the leader. 

-Checks in with the Thompson’s, as well as Otto and Emma (The old couple who run the place.) Asks if they need anything while they work/are in school etc. 

- Warns the clan to be very careful when visiting, not just for the Thompson’s, but also because Otto and Emma are getting on in years and could become sick very easily. Always asks for a heads up before a family visit. 

- Won’t tell anyone but, late at night if he’s not busy, he’ll do things around the castle for the humans, especially upkeep for Otto and Emma, while they sleep. 

- Dusting hard to reach spots like chandeliers, organizing books in the old castle library, moving heavy furniture and stuff since he can fly. 

-Low key drags Rudy and Anna into helping him clean 

(”But Gregory, this is our home now too! I’m sure they don’t mind.” 

“Humans are fragile, and they’re letting us stay here out of kindness, so don’t be rude. Clean up after yourself little brother.” 

“He’s right you know.” 

“Of course I am. And don’t think you’re getting out of cleaning the rafters Anna, and stop leaving your books everywhere for them to pick up.” 

 ‘hmph.” )

- Of the vampires he’s lowkey the best at cooking human food. Tony, Rudy, and Anna just walk into the kitchen at night and Fredrick is just watching his eldest, genuinely amused, as he dances around the kitchen in a “Kill the Cook (Too late, I’m already dead)” apron, blasting out dad rock from the stereo. 

-Bonds with the Thompsons over cooking human food, especially Tony’s dad after he teaches Gregory what an “air guitar” move is. 

-Gregory discovers pinterest food aesthetics, and is a machine of baking, mixing, and decorating sweet candies/cakes/brownies. He wants his food to look pretty dang it. 

- Anna and Rudy just watch, silently judging him. 

Anna: 

- She’s just thriving tbh. 

- She has internet access now, and her brothers have never been more terrified. 

-If Gregory is the vampire equivalent of a pinterest mommy, Anna is the vampire equivalent of creepy diy aesthetic tiktokers. 

-Not like, bloody horror diy, but like, the subtly creepy but still sweet kind, like the Addams family or Coraline. 

- She learned needle arts with her mom, so she’s out here sewing Coraline dolls, or patchwork dresses a la Nightmare Before Christmas cause she CAN. 

-Makes her own handbag with those felt cartoonish vampire faces and big fake bat ears on the side. 

-Learns more modern patterns and stuff, but will make masks for the humans as gifts, cause she doesn’t want them to get sick. 

- After watching Coraline together, she made “Other Me” dolls of her brothers, button eyes included, and stuck them in their coffins. She would make them “move’ by flying them around to different rooms when her brothers weren’t looking, just to freak them out. 

- Spoiler alert: it worked. They ran to Tony for help and she laughed over it for days. 

- Anna loves adventure books to Rudy’s poetry and Gregory’s fables/folk tales. She hates being excluded from her brothers “adventures”. 

-Tony introduces her to comics and video games and she just lives her best life. 

-One of her favorite comic book character is Cassandra Cain/Blackbat/The Orphan.

- She loves books like Matilda, The Chronicles of Narnia, and The Giver, as well as games like the Lara Croft/Tomb Raider series. 

-VICIOUS at video games, this girl has no mercy, she will blue shell you so hard. 

The Adults: 

-Life is Hard(TM) right now, but the Thompson’s try to make the best of it. They’re very grateful to Otto and Emma for letting them stay. 

-They’re both working remotely, so they’re a little messed up sleep schedule wise. But that’s ok, their vampire friends don’t seem to mind. 

- Freda teaches Dottie how to make proper tea, cause she likes it and Dottie is sort of addicted to caffeine. Dottie teaches Freda how to make mochas and smoothies, Dottie likes mango-pineapple smoothies and Freda likes hot white chocolate mochas with cinnamon. 

-Surprisingly, Frederick and Bob become pretty good friends. Frederick understands the stress of having to care for your family in very uncertain times, and the two men bond over unsure parental decisions. 

-Bob is also surprisingly good at making Frederick loosen up, much to Freda and Dottie’s amusement. While initially awkward, they have a surprisingly snarky and sarcastic sort of friendship. Frederick deadpans insults at him and Bob cheerfully annoys him into Being Nice For Once while being completely aware of the fact that he’s annoying Frederick. 

-Meals where Bob cooks often consists of him singing oldies into his spatula, making bad impression of certain singers, including Elvis and Cher. He is occasionally joined by Tony and Gregory, making the entire family laugh. 

- Anna’s bones may be old, but she can hand sew like a goddess, and has occasionally taken to fixing up the kids’ torn clothes, as Dottie can barely keep straight lines and Freda prefers knitting. 

- Someone (read: Freda) mentions that Frederick can play the cello, and after a rousing performance, it turns out that Otto can play an accordion, and of course Bob can play the guitar. A jam session occurs as the kids just stare in utter bewilderment.

- Tony’s grandparents were kinda hippies, so Bob and Dottie know a lot of oldies and folk songs, which while different than from what they normally hear, Otto and Anna connect too. They swap songs back and forth, and it turns out Dottie can do a mean Loretta lynn impression. 

- Dottie likes the Beach Boys, and teaches the others how to Twist. As in, the dance, and Freda actually likes it quite a bit.