#v; lara survives

[elderbloodcarrier]

Cover your ears. Keep your head down. Don't stay in one place for too long.

It had practically become a part of Lara's life for these last centuries. However, just as she was getting ready to leave the inn, the wonderful sound of music caught her attention. She was drawn in, seeing the bard sing his song.

Once it was over, she couldn't help but make her way over, careful not to reveal her elven nature. "You have been blessed by the muses. That much is obvious!"

@stellanimarum liked for a starter (for Jaskier!)

[starwrittenfates-a]

@caelmewedd liked for a starter (for Avallac'h)

Riannon had been warmly welcomed to the kingdom of the Aen Elle elves. At last Lara could finally calm down and focus on other matters, like her upcoming wedding to Avallac'h. She had woken early in the morning, enjoying the peace and quiet as Riannon slept in her cradle. Spending this time to think, the princess also enjoyed the sunrise. Cerro was down the halls of the palace, away in her own room. Of course Lara was going to make her best friend her maid of honor and help her pick out a dress.

Feeling like her stomach had butterflies dancing around inside, the mother glanced to her child, noticing green eyes peering back at her. Riannon had awaken. And then there was a knock at the door. Lara gently lifted her up into her arms before going to answer it. "Ah, Crevan. Good morning! Did you sleep well?"

[hadesoftheladies]

FEMALE MOVIE/TV RECS (PART 6 / ACTION & THRILLER)

got inspired from a recommendation post so decided to make a list of movies and shows with female-centric stories/female protagonists. since i can't post all of the genres in one post, i'll split it into multiple posts and y'all can save or add to the list as you wish. (disclaimer: i have watched most of these, but i only know about the existence of others. not every movie/show on these lists will be my recommendation. my recommendations will be beneath the list with reasons. also some of these are way better than others in terms of storytelling/performance--which is why i'll list my faves separately):

Common Themes:

-Being betrayed by men you trusted

-Being hunted down by men (usually working for the government)

-Protecting/saving children

-Survivalism

-Family issues and strong family themes

-I'm Such A Loner (TM) Because I'm So Exceptional (TM)

-Guns or swords? Those are your two options.

-Fast and reckless driving and jumping off of things (and a 100% survival rate)

-Getting beat up by men, and then beating up men worse

LIST OF MOVIES

Hanna

Resident Evil

Haywire

Mad Max: Fury Road

Kill Bocksoon

Heart of Stone

Kill Bill

The Old Guard

Terminator

Black Summer

Blindspot

Lou

The Mother

Atomic Blonde

Gunpowder Milkshake

The 355

Zero Dark Thirty

Miss Bala

The Assignment

Anna

Kate

The Hunt

Bandidas

Proud Mary

Monster Hunter

Lady Snowblood

Tomb Raider

Ocean's 8

Red Sparrow

Those Who Wish Me Dead

ONES I HAVE WATCHED:

The Mother

The 355

Yeah this is a very short list. But I shall remedy it soon.

ONES NOT LISTED BUT WORTH MENTIONING:

Colombiana

High Heat

The Heat

Elektra

Ava

Lara Croft: Tomb Raider

Street Fighter: The Legend of Chun Li

Crouching Tigre, Hidden Dragon

V for Vendetta

Charlie's Angels

Argyle

The Assassin (2015)

Revenge (2018)

Furiosa: A Mad Max Saga

[jadegretz]

2B: Threads of Destiny by Jade Gretz

The world was a desolate graveyard of twisted metal and fractured memories, a post-apocalyptic landscape where the last remnants of humanity were long gone, and the silence reigned supreme. This place, a forgotten ruin on the edge of the once-thriving Earth, was now home to the creatures that slithered in the darkness—beasts born from the corruption of machines and the desolation of time.

In the heart of this forsaken wasteland stood 2B, her lithe figure clad in the sleek, black combat gear of the YoRHa androids. Her white hair, flowing freely in the wind, contrasted sharply against the dark backdrop of a dying world. She was a weapon of precision and elegance, engineered to fight, to survive. But even she could feel the weight of the eerie silence, the oppressive air clinging to her like the remnants of a forgotten nightmare.

Her visor reflected the pale light of the broken moon above, casting shadows across her face. 2B's hand rested on the hilt of her blade, a sleek katana with a razor edge. Her senses were sharp, alert to any movement. She had come here for a mission, sent by YoRHa Command to investigate a disturbance in the sector, but something about this place felt wrong—unnatural.

The ruins stretched out before her, once a thriving city now swallowed by time and the encroaching wilderness. Buildings were reduced to skeletal frames, their foundations twisted and crumbling under the weight of their own decay. Vines had crept through the cracks of shattered windows, and rusted vehicles lay half-buried in the dirt, their purpose long forgotten. But it wasn’t the ruins that made her skin prickle—it was the stillness, the oppressive quiet that hung in the air like a thick fog.

She continued forward, her footsteps barely making a sound on the cracked pavement. The silence seemed to grow heavier with each passing second, pressing down on her like a leaden blanket. Her pod, a small flying robot equipped with weaponry and support systems, hovered silently by her side, its sensors scanning the surroundings for any threats.

"2B, analysis complete," the pod chimed in a monotone v …(see the rest of the story at deviantart.com/jadegretzAI). For more supergirl, chun li, batgirl, tifa, lara croft, wonder woman, rogue and much more, please visit my page at www.deviantart.com/jadegretzai - Thanks for your support :)

[justinspoliticalcorner]

Liz Skalka at HuffPost:

BUTLER, Pa. — To hear it from attendees, speakers, vice presidential nominee JD Vance, the former president’s middle son, and even Donald Trump himself — it was nothing short of a miracle that Trump survived the attempt on his life at this very spot 84 days ago. “I believe there was divine intervention that he didn’t end up dead after he got shot,” said Abigail Jones, a 43-year-old Trump supporter from Pittsburgh, one of the thousands who trekked to see Trump return to western Pennsylvania on Saturday. “And so if God saved his life that day, there must be a reason for it, because God uses people.”

Lara Trump, the former president’s daughter-in-law and his handpicked chairman of the Republican National Committee, told the audience at the Butler Farm Show fairgrounds that God spared the former president’s life “not once, but twice,” alluding to the armed man arrested last month outside Trump’s Palm Beach golf club. But Lara Trump took that idea to its darkest extreme when she framed the 2024 election as “no longer a fight between Republicans versus Democrats, left versus right. It’s good versus evil.” Trump’s return to Butler, where a gunman grazed his ear with a bullet on July 13, was, throughout much of it, a chaotic split screen. The speakers mostly lauded Trump’s resilience, praised the physical and religious forces that protected him, and paid tribute, with a moment of silence and a live performance from a noted opera tenor, to the man killed that day, Corey Comperatore. There were moments of quiet between the songs that fill the time between speakers — and a line an hour long for funnel cake. If you were far enough away from the stage, out in the grass, it was sometimes hard to hear what was happening on stage, far from the norm for a Trump rally.

But there was no shortage of the things that make a Trump rally a Trump rally: An Amazon warehouse’s worth of provocative shirts (“Missed Me,” with Trump flashing two middle fingers, was a popular one this weekend, as were references to pets) and nasty rhetoric from the speakers. There were no calls to take down the political temperature, like Trump’s brief call for unity at the Republican National Convention just days after the close call in Butler. Vance, coming off a more subdued performance in this week’s vice presidential debate, suggested Democrats were to blame for inciting the Butler plot — even though law enforcement never uncovered a motive for the gunman, and what little was known about his political leanings suggests his affiliations were mixed.

[...] “They tried to take away someone we all loved,” he said, also mentioning the death of Comperatore, a volunteer firefighter who died trying to shield his wife and daughters from the gunfire. “I love all of you so much, I really mean it,” Eric Trump told the crowd, not long before his father took the stage. “This isn’t politics, guys.”

Saturday night in Butler, PA, the site of the 1st assassination attempt on Donald Trump nearly 3 months ago, Donald Trump and various speakers and rallygoers used “divine intervention” and good v. evil themes to talk about the day that could have upended the Presidential race.

See Also:

The Guardian: Donald Trump makes a theatrical return to Butler, scene of assassination attempt

[skylinx2o]

What’s your most favorite games

Geez, this is a hard question ; -; Because I like a lot of games to be honest...

So, the one I like the most at the moment is 'Corn Kidz 64' on switch. It's a retro styled platformer (not a coincidence, it will become pretty obvious I'm really into retro games). It's pretty silly, kinda difficult sometimes but to me at least pretty relaxing and engaging. The main character is a goat lol Tho, this game's humour might not be up everyone's alley :v

Other games I play most frequently on switch are Animal Crossing and Sky: Children of The light. Not much to say here, just cute cosy games to relax with.

Now let me think.... I played Oblivion a lot on my PC some time ago, tho, it was more messing around and exploring plus adding mods. I don't know, the storyline is interesting, but it's not my fault that then sights are so pretty for such an old game (even more so after I modded the hell out of it.) Plus the random things happening around the map make for some fun stories

I also played Sims quite a bit. Both the Sims 4 and 2, but I like 2 more because it has more subtle and cool details. I'd argue it's even more realistic than 4 despite older graphics. But even more than the main game, I like the spin-off for the Sims 2, the Sims castaway. Basically, the Sims 2 but you're stranded on a tropical island.

Oh, and just remembered! From more modern games, I really loved both Unravel games. It's another platformer, and it has gorgeous scenery! You play as yarn creatures in this one :3 It has no dialogue, and story is shown in scenes of memories that appear in the background as you play. And the stories are rather moving

As for mobile games, I think I liked the Cookie Run games the most. I played a lot of mobile games, but non aren't really that good. Pok��mon Go and Pikmin Go are fun to Play from time to time, I guess, but I wouldn't call them my favourite.

I really liked the Rayman series a while ago, you can still find some old Rayman art on my Instagram account… But not so much now.

And I liked playing the old Counter Strike (is it called Counter Strike Source? Idk, I think it was even older version) but only with other people, and I have no one to play it with now.

There are a lot more games I like, but some are retro games, like all the classic survival horror games, and emulation can be tricky since, some of them never came to PC. So I haven't really played them… But I like a lot of retro-styled indie games like that, I should play them… I'm sure I'm forgetting some games, but that list would be too long anyway

Ah! How could I have forgotten! Lara Croft/Tomb Raider. This series was why I wanted to be an archaeologist (plans didn't work out tho.) I'm planning to buy the three first games for my switch, since they re-released it not long ago with some graphic improvements! :3

Oh, and one more game I feel like I'd really like would be Vintage Story. It has the look of Minecraft, but is more focused on survival and has some more complicated mechanics. Plus eldritch horror. And underground abandoned cities! My jam really - w-

[daenaerionism]

masterlist!

the events will be divided by the reign of a current king/queen

before conquest

after conquest

aegon i, rhaenys i, visenya i

children of aerion and valaena velaryon. married each other.

aenys i

aegon's heir, son of rhaenys i. married alyssa velaryon.

maegor

usurper, son of visenya. his line ended. had six wifes.

jaehaerys i

son of aenys i and alyssa velaryon. married his sister alysanne.

viserys i

grandson of jaehaery i, son of baelon the brave and his sister alyssa. married his cousin aemma arryn. (daella was her mother, jaehaerys' and alysanne's daughter. his rightfull heir was rhaenyra i. later on, married alicent hightower. had four children together.

rhaenyra i/aegon ii

civil war. aegon's line died. rhaenyra won. aegon married his sister helaena. had twins and maelor. sons were killed and jaehaera commited suicide.

aegon iii

son of rhaenyra i and daemon targaryen. married daenaera velaryon. had five children.

daeron i

son of aegon iii and daenaera. never married, had a relationship with ser jeremy norridge. died quite young. conquered dorne.

baelor i

son of aegon iii and daenaera. was more into religion. married his sister daena. never had children.

viserys ii

son of rhaenyra i and daemon. married larra roager, had three children.

aegon iv

son of viserys ii and lara roager. had mistresses. married his sister naerys. had many children and bastards.

daeron ii

the rightful heir of his father aegon iv and his mother naerys. married dorsnish princess, myriah. had few sons.

aerys i

daeron's and myriah's son. was not into politics and his marrige. married aelinor penrose, no children.

maekar i

youngest son of daeron ii and myriah martell. married dyanne dayne. had sons and daughters.

aegon v

youngest son of maekar i and dyanna dayne. married betha blackwood. had sons and daughters.

jaehaerys ii

second born son of aegon v and his queen. married his sister shaera. had two children.

aerys ii

son of jaehaerys ii and shaera. married his sister rhaella. had many children who didn't survive.

daenaerys i

the rightful queen, daughter of aerys ii and his queen rhaella.

[rosellabascomacapinlac]

That nasty skinny pest

Raymond V Lara my ex classmates stole many of my money! (cries) then he offended me and called me offensive words! He kept pestered me, fat shamed on me, he disrespected me, he hurt me, and he even stole my money.

He is a huge fan of castlevania and me too, but he never show respect and even giving me gifts and food, he said I am gluttony and he called me gluttonous because I asked him for food because I am hungry.

He is too disrespectful, I am supposed to be rich if those imbeciles never robbed and harbored my money before. The likes of him stole my food and tortured me. They’re already rich then why they stole money from my grandma. Today, they should go away, I shunned them because it deserves them right.

I shun them, abandon them, and ignore them to save myself, to earn money, to buy things what I need and whatever I want, to be happy, and to survive.

My highschool teachers should explain this, I sue my ex classmates because their parents sued me first

[elderbloodcarrier]

Lara felt her heart skip a beat from fear at the mention of her name being part of history. She was hoping he hadn’t caught onto her, and she appeared to still be safe…for now.

Listening to him speak of himself, she smiled, moved by his view of the world and life itself. She remembered being so optimistic once. His next question took her off guard, making Lara pause, and frown a little, as if deep in thought but also stumped at the answer to it. In another world and age (or so it seemed), Lara thought she knew the answer so easily. After all, her life was predestined for her before birth. Her only role and expectations in the endless wheel of fate was to give birth to a special child and save all the elves…but then, at some point, she began to question it all, which only led to disaster, as one could not defy fate.

But now, after all her experiences and tragedies, what moved Lara? Where was she being guided? It was a great question, but one she didn’t know the answer to. She hadn’t even visited her home — the world of the Aen Elle — or seen her people…her own father in centuries. “I’m…not sure, Jaskier. All I know is I’m not the same person I was anymore. I’ve changed, but I don’t know if it’s for the better or worse. I’m hoping to find the answer to that question someday, and then maybe, I’ll find my way back home…if that’s where I’m supposed to end up.” She let out a slight sigh, glancing up at him. “What do you think happens if one tries to defy fate and destiny?”

elderbloodcarrier​:

She couldn’t very well give out her full name. After all, she had been hearing the stories being spoken about her by both elves and humans alike. Although both sides were never really quite accurate…

“I’m Lara…” she said, clearing her throat after. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Jaskier. So, where do we expect the muses to be taking you next? With everything going on out in the world, it’s always nice to come across a bard inspiring hope in the hearts of people.”

Curious to know if he had heard the stories about her, Lara didn’t doubt it being possible. It was another reason she tended to lay low, at least on both sides. Lara Dorren aep Shiadhal was either an evil witch to some or a tragic victim to others…but most thought she had died without realizing she was still walking among them, very much alive.

"Lara," Jaskier repeated, testing the name on his lips. "A beautiful name of history."

He chuckled softly, his blue eyes sparkling with curiosity. "As for the muses, well, they're a fickle bunch, but I believe they have some grand plans in store for me. I travel wherever the winds of inspiration blow, seeking stories to tell and songs to sing."

Jaskier tilted his head slightly, studying Lara's face with a keen interest. "And what about you, Lara? What moves you? Where are you being guided?” 

[elderbloodcarrier]

@caelmewedd continued from X

After wishing Riannon goodnight, Cerro was taken to her room and turned to address the sage. "No, I will be alright. Thank you for such wonderful hospitality!" And with that, she wished him and her best friend a good night.

Back at the party Lara watched the sea of Aen Elle, happy to be back home. Her eyes would every so often glance over to Ge'els, making sure he was okay. Her father seemed to be having the time of his life, the complete opposite of his viceroy.

[starwrittenfates-a]

Avallac'h woke up when he felt a small hand pulling at the blanket, when he opened his eyes he saw the weeping face of his little daughter Riannon, whom he immediately, instinctively took to the bed between him and Lara and hugged her tightly to his chest. His poor little butterfly must have had a bad dream.

"Shh…Riannon, shh…I'm here." Avallac'h whispered after which he gently poked Lara, who was sleeping next to him. "Don't cry, my little butterfly. Your mother and I are here for you."

Lara started to shift away, one green eye poking open hearing his voice speak. Once realizing Avallac'h was holding their daughter and Riannon was weeping, she jolted up, frantically looking her over. "What's wrong with our little Butterfly?"

She couldn't believe she had almost slept through Riannon's crying. Luckily the sage was there to notice and go after their little one. "Is she okay Crevan?"

[leossmoonn]

This Love

masterlist

pairing - matt murdock x fem!reader

type - smut, fluff, 16+

note / request - "academic rival!matt and you being each other's firsts <3333" Hope you guys enjoy!!

summary - after years of being enemies, you and matt finally get together

warnings / includes - language, fingering, hand job, oral (f receiving), p in v sex

————

*gif isn’t mine*

"What's up friends!" You grin. You sit down at the table, glancing over to your right. "Murdock."

"That's my name. Don't wear it out," he states. You roll your eyes and set your eyes on Foggy. "How's it going?"

"Better now that you're here," Foggy smiles. You chuckle. "Oh, I know. I'm the only reason why you're surviving Columbia."

"Ah, yes, because you are the center of the world," Matt remarks. "Jealous?" You smirk.

"The opposite, actually," he hums.

"You guys can just have sex already," Foggy states. You and Matt both groan.

"In her dreams."

"In his dreams."

You glare at Matt while he makes a face while reading braille.

“The day I dream about having sex with you is the day I die,” you snort.

Matt smirks, “how come you’re still alive then?” You raise your brows. “Excuse me?”

“You heard me.”

“I wish I didn’t.” You push your tray of food away. “And just like that, my appetite has diminished.”

“Don’t mind if I do, then,” Matt says and reaches out to grab your food.

“Hey!” You slap his hand away. A thrill runs up your spine as your skin meets his, but you ignore the feeling bubbling up inside of you, pushing it deep down. “I never said you could have it!”

“You basically did,” he scoffs. “And if you’re not going to eat it, then you’re basically wasting food. And who would I be to waste —”

“God, you’re insufferable,” you groan. “Fine, you can have my chips. But I’m saving my sandwich and soup for later when I’m not in your presence.”

“Good to know I have some effect on you,” Matt smirks.

You stare at the quirked corner of his lips, your mind wandering. You imagine how his lips would feel on yours, how soft they would glide across your body. How they’ll nip at your skin, his teeth creating love bites on the most secret parts of yourself.

“You good, Y/n?” Foggy asks. You snap out of your daze, seeing that Matt’s smirk is wider. You look down at your lap, your face burning with embarrassment. “Yeah, sorry. I’m really tired.”

“Maybe you should get some sleep then,” Matt states, plucking the bag of chips from your tray and opening them.

“Did I ask?” You snap. “Not verbally,” he says.

“Why are you so annoying today? Did Elektra leave you again for the like, what? Hundredth time?” You accuse.

Matt’s eyebrows knit and he frowns. “One, I left Elektra. Two, you’re the one being so annoying.”

“Oh, yeah? And how so?” You prompt, resting your elbow on the table and leaning close to him. You cross your legs and you see his nostrils flare.

“You’re just you,” he mutters, lowering his head and continuing to eat his chips.

“Some people would consider that a gift,” you remark.

Matt mutters something incoherent. You’re curious, but don’t push. From his expression, you two are done teasing each other until your next encounter.

“Are you ready for that test?” Foggy changes the subject, noticing the shift in the air. You flash a thankful smile, straightening up in your seat and conversing with him.

————

“Are you going to the mixer tonight?” Your roommate, Lara, asks.

“I’m not sure. Are you?” You ask. “Yep. Foggy is taking me,” she grins.

You smile, “oh, really. When did this happen?” “An hour ago. He accidentally spilled tea all over me, and as an apology, I told him he can take me to the mixer. He gladly obliged,” she explains.

“Hm, not surprising. He’s had his eye on you for a while,” you say.

“I know. It was about time I relieve him,” she says. “I bet he’s on top of the world,” you agree.

“So am I,” she sighs dreamily. She continues tweezing her brows, leaning forward on the vanity. You resume studying, turning the page, and getting a whiff of a familiar, musky scent.

Matt’s charming smile pops into your face. The familiar scent is his. You lean forward and smell your book. It smells nothing out of the ordinary. You frown as you realize his scent just came to you. You try to push it out of your mind, re-reading the words from your textbook, but you can’t focus. Suddenly, your mind is clouded with thoughts of Matt. You let out of frustrated huff, slamming your book close. You figure you can clear your mind with a short walk around campus. You’ve been cooped up in your room for a couple of hours now. Maybe the lack of fresh air was making you crazy.

“I’m going out for a walk. Have fun at the mixer. Tell me how it goes when you get back,” you say.

“I might not be back tonight,” Lara smirks. “But I’ll tell you all about it in the morning. I won’t leave out any details.”

You chuckle, “I think you should spare some details.” You step out of your dorm room, turning left and making your way outside of your building. You walk down to the library, looking through the windows to see all the students studying. Matt catches your eye.

You stop in your track, stuffing your hands in your sweatshirt pocket as you observe him. He has his earbuds in that’s attached to a laptop. His hands are splayed out in from of him, his fingers moving across the paper to read braille. You were amazed at how fast he could read braille. You could barely read that fast.

His senses seem to pick up on you as he turns his head in your direction. Your hairs on the back of your neck raise. You didn’t know how he did it. It was like he had super senses. It both intrigued you and scared you.

You know he can definitely tell you’re there as he gives you a smile. You smile back, forgetting he can’t see you. You mentally face-palm, your cheeks burning in embarrassment. He doesn’t seem to notice, thankfully.

He waves you forward, gesturing to the seat across from him. You debate on going in or not. The whole purpose of your walk was to get away from the thought of him. But now you were about to spend time with him.

Before you could make a decision, your feet began to walk you to the doors. You didn’t fight with your body, opening the library doors and walking over to Matt.

“Hello,” you say, your voice tight. “You know, stalking people is considered creepy,” he remarks. He takes one earbud out and resumes reading braille.

“Oh, how you flatter yourself,” you roll your eyes. “I wasn’t stalking you. I was taking a walk and happened to see you.”

“I see. And how was your walk? I hope I didn’t interrupt.”

“It was fine. I needed the fresh air. And no, you didn’t.”

“Good,” he nods.

You both sit in awkward silence. When you two were being civil to each other, it felt weird. Both of you were so used to insulting each other and feeling the thick, hot tension. Now that it wasn’t there, you weren’t sure what to do next.

“So, um, did you enjoy the chips?” You ask. He chuckles, “you’re asking me about chips?”

“I don’t know! You’re obviously busy. I don’t know why you invited me here,” you say.

“The company is nice,” he shrugs. Your lips upturn into a smile. “You like my company.”

“Hey, don’t let it get to your head. It’s already as big as it is.”

“Rude!” You scoff. “I could say the same thing about you. You are the most egotistical man I know.”

“I gotta make up for being blind somehow.”

Your smile becomes bigger. You lean forward, scooting your chair in. You lift your foot up, dragging it softly against his pant leg, putting pressure on his calf. “Not that you need to make it up, but I’m sure you have other ways of doing so.”

His breath hitches and his hands move slower on the page. “And what do you think do things are?”

You shrug, sliding across the table. “You tell me, Matty.” His name on your lips becomes breathy and rough. Matt’s heart is pounding in his chest. His skin is on fire. He can feel the heat radiating off of you. It takes everything in him not to move closer to you. He can smell your body wash from across the table, but it’s not enough. He wants to be drowned in your scent. He wants to bask in your touch and feel your kiss all over him.

“I got you, didn’t I?” You grin.

It takes him a few moments to recalibrate. “I-I have no idea what you’re doing about.”

You giggle, “alright, I’ll let you stay in denial.”

“Are you going to the mixer?” He asks, resuming reading braille. “I am not, sadly. You?” You ask.

He shakes his head.

You frown, “why not? You love those things. Free food and booze.”

“I do love those things,” he chuckles, “but I’m too busy tonight.”

“Oh, with what?” You’re intrigued. Usually Matt never is busy unless he has a date. Who was the lucky girl this time?

“I just have to study,” he explains. You scoff, “yeah, right. With which girl?”

He frowns, “with nobody.” “You’re skipping a social event to study? Doesn’t seem very Matt Murdock to me,” you state.

“Maybe you don’t know me as well as you think then,” he shrugs. You narrow your eyes at him. “Why don’t I study with you, then? I’m not going either.”

You were planning to go. You decided last minute during your walk, but now you had an opening to spend time with Matt. You were going to have the whole night to annoy him. And you were never going to admit this, but you enjoyed his company. Each day you considered him more a friend than a rival. Each day your feelings for him grew.

“Why aren’t you going? I thought you loved those things?” He smirks.

“I’m busy tonight,” you echo his words. He grins, “alright. We can study together. But I’m studying for my ethics class. If you’re up for that.”

“Oh, please. I can pass ethics in my sleep,” you say. “You failed it last semester, right?” He says.

You kick his ankle under the table. “Do not speak of my failures! It’s very rude.”

He laughs, throwing his head back in joy. You can’t help but smile. His laugh was a sound you thoroughly enjoyed to hear. He began to pack up his textbooks and wrapped up his earbuds. He turns to you before getting up.

“I’ll see you later, sweetheart.”

————

You’re quite nervous as you walk to Matt’s dorm. You feel like fainting. Your throat is dry and your heart continues to skip. Before you knock on his door, it opens. The sight of him makes your knees weak.

He’s not dressed in his usual jeans and button-up. He’s wearing grey sweatpants that are low on his hips, showing the waistline of his boxers. On his top, he’s wearing a wife-beater, showing off his muscles. You can’t stop staring.

“Come in,” he says, acting clueless. In reality, he can feel your stare. Your eyes burn his skin like a laser beam. He has to force himself to keep his cool.

“Thanks.” Your voice is small as you step in. You look around the room. It was as messy as the last time you’ve been there.

“Foggy’s at the mixer. I think he and Lara went together,” Matt says.

You nod, “they did. Lara couldn’t shut up about it.”

“Neither could Foggy,” Matt laughs.

You watch as he saunters over to his desk, sitting back down and reading the braille on the page. “Join me,” he suggests.

You do so, walking over slowly. You sit down in the chair next to him, placing your hands into your lap. “So, what am I helping you study with?” You ask.

“You can quiz me, I suppose,” he suggests. “Sure,” you nod.

He hands you Foggy’s copy of the textbook, which is not in braille.

“Open to chapter four,” Matt directs. You do so, eyes widening at the page. “This is a lot.”

“That’s why you failed, huh?” Matt grins. You roll your eyes. “Are you going to remind me of that all the time?”

“With every chance I get,” Matt confirms. “You’re so annoying,” you mutter.

“It’s part of my charm,” he remarks. “Is that how you get all the ladies? Or should I say, that’s how you drive them away?” You hum, flipping through the pages nonchalantly.

“Well, if that were true, you wouldn’t be here, yes?”

“I am not one of your ladies.”

He puts his hand on your knee, making you look up at him. He can feel your pulse race near your popliteal. Slick grows between your thighs as his fingers crawl up your skin, wrapping around your thigh and making their way up to your shorts. You suck in a breath, goosebumps forming on your skin as his warm hands smooth across your body.

He leans forward and you can feel his breath on your lips. The hot air fans your face, making you warm all over. His lips are millimeters from yours. Your eyes are studying them, watching with anticipation. He moves to your ear, darting his tongue out to lick the shell of your ear.

“You can become one,” he says huskily.

You gulp in reply. You can’t think straight. He’s never gotten this close to you. You’re infatuated by his scent. It fills your nostrils. All you can think about is him. Matt. Matt. Matt. You want to kiss him, taste him, feel him. Images of him towering over you in bed, his hands on your thighs, swinging your legs over his shoulders cloud your mind. You feel your panties dampen, your belly filling with need.

You want to give in. The whole year you two have been academic rivals, and your feelings for each other have grown. Romantic and sexual. First, it started with you imagining cuddling with him, and going on dates. But now you just want to rip his clothes off and have your way with him.

“You mean that?” You ask, staring at his lips.

His throat goes dry. He talks a big talk, but he’s never actually gone all the way. He’s had many girls in his room in the past, but usually, they’re the ones receiving most of the pleasure. And not that he minds. He loves pleasing and giving. But he’s been waiting for that special person, and honestly, he thinks that person is you.

“I-I —” his mind goes blank. He was teasing at first, and he knew his effect on you. He didn’t know if you were playing along or you meant it. The sincerity in your voice, and the pattern of your heart, all point to signs of you meaning it. But he doesn’t want to mistake wishful thinking with the truth.

“I want you, Matt,” you say. “I’ve wanted you for so long. I-I need you at this point. Please, tell me you’re not playing around this time.” Your hand moves up to his shirt and you clutch the collar, bringing his forehead on top of yours. You brush your lips across his, both of your hearts jumping out of your chests. His grip on your thigh firms and he reaches out with his other hand, placing it onto the curve of your hip.

“You’re serious?” He asks. “Yes,” you say, your voice barely above a whisper. You clench your thighs together, the thoughts of him not being enough. You fist his shirt tighter. “Are you?” You ask.

He doesn’t answer you verbally. Instead, he plants his lips on yours. His kisses are fervent but passionate. You melt against him immediately, both of your hands flying up to his neck. You bury your fingers into his hair, ruffling through the soft strands. You move from your seat to his, placing yourself on his lap and pressing your body close to his.

His hands slide under your thighs, lifting you and carrying you to the bed. He gently places you on his mattress, continuing to kiss you. His lips were soft and fit with yours. Kissing him feels like a wild fantasy. The way your teeth clashed, his saliva mixing with yours, how his touch filled you with sweet warmth. It’s all you could ever wish for.

He trails sweet kisses down your face, burying his face into your neck and sucking hickeys. His hands move from the back of your thighs to the top of your shorts. You can feel him hesitate as he feathers over the drawstring. 

“Undo it. Take it off.” You sound desperate and needy. Matt catches on the the tone of your voice, smiling against your skin. “Whatever you want, sweetheart.” 

His words make your heart flutter and his smile grows wider. He quickly undoes the strings, slowly taking your shorts off and dropping them to the floor. You watch with anticipation as his hands roam your lower body. His fingertips slowly feel over your panties, trying to figure out what material you’re wearing. 

“Cotton?” He guesses. “Bingo,” you breathe out as he brushes up against your clit. 

“What color?” He asks. “Red,” you answer. “My favorite,” he grins.

His hands skim under your shirt, making you shiver. You lower your head, not taking your eyes off of his curious touch as he touches your clothed tits. His thumbs lay flat across your bra cup, feeling your hardened nipples. 

“You’re so beautiful,” he says. Your body feels hot all over. “You think so?”

He nods eagerly. “I know so. I’ve always thought that about you.”

“Oh, really?” You hum. “Yep. Your charm, your scent, the way you walk, your voice, the clothes you wear. You’re gorgeous inside and out,” he explains. 

Your heart swells at his words. Your hands cup his face and you bring it up to yours, pressing his forehead to yours. “So are you, Matt. You have no idea how handsome you are. The first time I saw you, I just had to get to know you. And although you can be so irritating sometimes —” your voice breaks into a giggle. He mirrors your facial expressions, laughing with you. You caress his cheek lovingly, pecking his lips. “Your personality is what I like the most. The way you think, your confidence, your laugh, your intelligence. It’s all so sexy. I… I love it.”

He’s grinning like a madman now, and his face is the color of a firetruck. “I love everything about you, too. I’m so glad we became enemies.”

“Enemies might not be the right words now,” you say. “What do you want to call us now?” He asks. 

You loosen your grip on his face and allow him to go back to your neck. His tongue darts out and licks your flaming skin, his teeth nipping and causing you to moan. 

“Lovers?” You suggest. Your voice is heavy with lust. He smiles while he kisses your body. He licks a trail down your collar bone, tugging your shirt down to expose more skin. “I love the sound of that,” he remarks. 

You take the initiative and slip your shirt off, leaving you half-naked. Although you know he can’t see, the anxiety of being in your underwear for the first time in front of someone bubbles in your chest. He can feel your body and then decide if he truly likes it. That seems more daunting than him being able to see it. You knew how much Matt paid attention to detail, how he could pick a single scent out of a hundred, how he could somehow hear from miles away. You wonder if he’s going to be able to pick out your insecurities with one single move. 

“Bra is the same color?” He asks. “No. It’s black,” you answer. “I bet you look divine,” he says. “You feel like it.”

He runs down your body, his hands molding with your curves as he settles at your hips. His right hand stays while his left explores more. He goes up to your collar bone and neck, running across your soft skin. He finds your pulse, pressing up against the point, finding satisfaction in how it was racing. 

“Did I do this?” He asks. “What do you think?” You smirk. 

He chuckles, “I think I did. I like it. I like finally being able to indulge in my effects on you.”

“There’s more than just my heartbeat.” You take his right hand, dragging it down between your thighs. “If you’re interested,” you add, your grip on his hand faltering. 

He places his hand on your inner thigh. “Trust me, I am.” He scoots down the bed, spreading your legs and diving between them. He inhales deeply, your tangy arousal filling up his senses. He became hungry with lust, needing to taste you, needing to feel your warmth and wetness on his tongue. 

“Can I —?”

“Yes, Matt. Yes,” you nod eagerly. 

His pants tighten at your desperation. He slides your underwear to the side, dipping his finger in slowly. You let out a low hum, wiggling your hips closer to his hand. Matt is entranced by how you feel around his finger. How wet you’ve become for him.

“You’re like a slip ‘n slide, and I’ve barely done anything,” he remarks. “You better do something before I turn into a desert,” you say.

He chuckles darkly, lowering his lips to your pussy. Your eyes flutter as he places feather-light kisses on your mound, getting closer and closer to your clit.

“We both know just the sight of me makes you wet.” With his words, he enters his finger. You let out a gasp, eyes widening at the sudden feeling.

“Matt,” you moan as his tongue begins to flick your throbbing clit. You buck your face up to his mouth, enclosing your thighs around his face.

“Love it when you say my name like that,” he groans against your pussy. His lips enclose your clit and he slips another finger in, curling his fingertips to hit your g-spot.

A string of whimpers and curses fall from your lips. You’re gripping the bed and the hair at the top of his head, your back arching with each suck and lick.

“M-Matt. Fuck,” you groan as he adds another finger. Your toes are curling at the end of the bed, the heels of your feet digging into his lower back. The tip of his tongue flicks your clit, his teeth gently tugging on the sensitive bud. He lays his tongue flat against you, licking a long stripe up to your clit, sucking on it. The sounds his mouth makes are filthy. The sounds of him fingering you fill the room, along with your moans. The way your juices slide with the motions of his fingers fills his ears. He is right where he wants to be: engulfed in you.

Your walls clench his fingers and he knows you’re about to cum. Your muscles contract and the pitch of your moans become higher and higher. You chant his name like a prayer, your back arching one last time before you completely relax into the bed.

He pulls his fingers out of you, sucking them dry. “Taste even better than I would have thought.”

You smile at his words, grabbing the back of his neck and pulling him close. You crash his lips onto yours, slipping your tongue into his mouth. You taste yourself on his lips, moaning softly at the tangy taste.

“Was that okay?” Matt pulls away.

You cup his face on both sides, taking in his flushed featured and messy hair. “It was perfect. Thank you.”

He nods and smiles. “I’m glad you think so. I-Is there anything you want me to do differently next time?”

“Oh, next time?” You giggle. His cheeks turn red and he lowers his head. “I-I mean, I was thinking —”

“Nothing that I can think of, Matt,” you shake your head. You peck his lips a few times, running your hands through his hair before you fully kiss him.

Matt settles himself between your legs. As he does so, you feel his boner poke the inside of your thigh. The feeling sparks need and nervousness inside of you. If you two were to go all the way, then it would be your first time. You are positive that it would not be Matt’s next time, which is what makes you nervous. But the thought of him being your first fills you with need. Slick grows between your thighs and you reach one of your hands down to palm him.

He chokes a little while you kiss him. You squeeze his erection, beginning to move up and down.

“Y-You don’t have to do anything in return. I like giving,” Matt breathes out.

“And I like giving as well,” you grin.

He lets out a breathy laugh, his hands clutching the pillow above you as you reach into his sweatpants and underwear.

“Fuck, Y/n,” he groans. “Your touch is heavenly.”

Your face flushes at his words. Your thumb swipes over his tip, collecting the accumulated pre-cum. You sit up on your elbow, placing your lips up to his ear. You lick the shell of his ear, nibbling on the sweet spot behind his ear lob. Breathy moans from him fill your ears. Your heart flutters with each one. The pace of your arm gets faster as you speak.

“I want you inside of me, Matt. I need you inside of me,” you breathe out.

You expect him to agree, get a condom, and get to work, but instead he stops all movement and pull away.

“W-What?” He sputters. He sits in shock. Your words echo in his head, causing his pants to tighten further. He becomes caught up in imagining what it would feel like. He knows how wet you can be. He knows how your body reacts to him. His heart thumps in his chest as he imagines fucking you.

How you feel embarrassed and ashamed. You begin to question yourself. You thought he would want it, that he would want you. You curse yourself in your head, tears of humiliation filling your eyes. How could you be so stupid? You should have asked him if he even wanted to have sex tonight.

Matt shakes himself from day dreaming as he hears you sniffle. He places his hand onto your cheek, wiping your tears away.

“What’s wrong?” He asks. “I-I’m sorry,” you say. “I should have asked and no assumed. Of course you don’t want to have sex with me. I’m a virgin and guys get weird about girls being —”

“Woah, woah, woah,” Matt rushes out. He takes your hand and sits you up, placing you on his lap. “Who said I didn’t want to have sex with you?”

“Just the way you reacted.”

His face falls. “I’m so sorry, Y/n. I didn’t mean to react in a bad way. I was actually imagining what it would be like with you. I like the idea very much. I love it.”

“Really?” Your brows raise. He nods. “Yes. But there’s something you need to know, too.”

“What, you have a small dick?” You smirk. “Ha-ha, very funny. You already know I don’t,” he states.

“Oh, Mr. Confident, I see,” you hum.

“Okay, seriously,” Matt says. “I… I’m also a virgin.”

Your eyes pop out of their sockets. “What?”

He frowns. “What do you mean “what”? Is it that obvious?”

“No! I mean, it’s obvious that you aren’t. You’re really telling me you never slept with Elektra?” You ask.

“We did things, but not full on intercourse,” he shakes his head. His cheeks turn to a dark red as he continues. “I’ve been saving myself for the right person. And… I believe that person is you.”

Your heart bursts at his words. Your face lights up with a smile and you crash your lips onto his, kissing him slowly and passionately. “You have no idea how great it is to hear that. It’s the same for me, too.” 

“Really?” He can’t hide the smile growing on his face. You rest your forehead on his, giving him an Eskimo kiss. “Yes, really.”

His hand snakes to the small of your back, pulling you flush against him. “In that case, can I— can I have sex you?”

You giggle, “yes. Yes you can.”

“Lay down that gorgeous body of yours. I’ll get a condom,” he says.

You do so, taking off your remaining clothing. You watch with a pounding heart as he undresses, rolling the condom onto his length. He climbs back into the bed, taking your hips in his hands.

“Are you ready?” He asks. “Yes. Well, wait,” you say. Your hands reach up to his face and you take ahold of his glasses. “Can we take these off?” You ask.

He turns shy. “U-Um, you sure? A lot of people become uncomfortable when they see my eyes. Since I don’t really know what to look at I just stare into space. I don’t want to weird you out.”

“You won’t,” you shake your head. “If you don’t want to, it’s okay. I just realized that I’ve never seen your eyes before. I would like to see them if it’s okay.”

“A-Alright. Sure,” he stammers.

You slowly slide his glasses off, smiling once you see his eyes. He has beautiful hazel eyes, specks of green and golden brown shining in the light’s reflection.

“I-Is it okay? You haven’t said anything,” he says.

You cup his face, bringing it close to his. “You’re perfect, Matt. All of you. Your eyes are so pretty. I can’t believe I’ve never seen them.”

He blushes red. You can feel the warmth under your hands.

“Thank you,” he says bashfully.

“Of course, Matty.” You lean up and peck his lips, your hands feeling over every inch of his body. You settle at his waist, pulling him in. “I’m ready when you are.”

He nods, “okay. Just let me know if anything hurts or feels uncomfortable. We can stop anytime.”

“I will,” you smile.

You spread your legs open, your knees resting next to his thighs as he slips inside of you. He moves in so slow, you can’t feel anything. But as two inches fills you, you begin to feel a searing pain.

Your nails dig into the flesh on his shoulders. You whimper in pain. “Stop, stop, stop.”

He does so immediately, beginning to pull out, but you stop him.

“No, no. Just stay there. Let me get used to you,” you say.

“Are you sure? It might hurt —”

“Yes, I’m sure.” You wiggle under him, spreading your legs more to accommodate him. He was big, that was for sure. An inch or two above average, but it was his girth that made it hurt. Being a virgin, all you’ve had were fingers and a couple of sex toys inside of you. Nothing felt like this, though.

“Alright. It feels better now. You can start moving again,” you direct.

He nods, his eyes fixating on your collarbone as he moves inside of you. His eyes roll to the back of his head as he moves further. He’s already addicted to the way you feel. How your walls hug him, how easily he slips in. It feels like heaven.

“Okay, okay. Stop again,” you pant.

He’s only halfway in, but you don’t think you can take anymore. Not tonight, anyways. “I-I’m sorry. This is all I can —”

Matt shuts you up with a kiss. “Please, don’t be sorry. There is nothing to be sorry for. If you’d like to continue, I will stay this deep. I don’t care.”

“You don’t?” You ask. “No,” he shakes his head. “Honestly, this is perfect. I mean, any inch of me being inside of you feels perfect. But this - this is amazing.”

You reach up to kiss him, furrowing your brows as you put all your feelings into it. “You’re so sweet, Matt. Who knew?”

“Ah, now, c’mon. I thought we were past that,” he smirks.

You giggle, “never.”

“Mm, good. You’re the only one I like being passive aggressive with.” He nuzzled his nose with yours.

“Me, too, baby,” you hum. “You can start moving now, by the way. Just go slow, please.”

“Your wish is my command,” he says.

He pulls back slightly, moving forward and reaching the same point he did. He does this a few times, feeling you become more comfortable with him each time. He stops suddenly, feeling embarrassed as he didn’t know what to do. It’s not like he could watch sex to know what to do. And usually the girls took the initiative and went on top.

“What’s wrong?” You ask. “I-I… I don’t really know what to do,” he says.

“Me neither,” you let out a breathy laugh.

You fall silent for a moment, racking your brain for the next step. You wrap your arms around his neck, putting your feet up on the bed.

“Move out of me and then slowly slip in again,” you suggest.

“Okay,” he nods. He does so, slipping out to where only the head of his cock is still inside of you. He slowly moves forward. The action draws a long and low moan out of you. Your fingers tighten around his neck, your hips bucking up, causing him to slip in further. To your surprise, it didn’t hurt.

Your heart palpitates as he hits your pleasure point. You rest your hips back down into the mattress, your mind a little hazy at the feeling.

“Are you okay?” He asks. He takes your silence as pain.

“Yes, yes,” you nod. “Move, um, move further, please.”

“Okay,” he nods. He slides into you more. Your nails dig into his shoulder blades.

“Matt,” you moan at the stretch. “Mm, keep going.”

He doesn’t hesitate. He begins to move in and out of you, the sounds of your juices moving around his dick filling his ears. He buries his face in your neck, gently sucking your skin as he makes love to you. You moan his name with each thrust, soon becoming immersed in how he feels inside of you. You knew it would feel good, but you didn’t know it would feel this good.

You love how he just fits right inside of you. It’s like he was made for you. How his cock stretched you out perfectly, to where you can feel it but it wasn’t destroying you. How gentle but firm he was being. How loving his hands on your body felt. How his hot breath fanned your neck and gave you goosebumps.

“You feel fucking amazing,” he groans. He thrusts become slightly faster as the seconds pass. He still moves gently, though, keeping in mind not to hurt you.

His breathy moans make your lower stomach tighten. He can feel your walls squeeze him, causing his cock to twitch inside of you. You can feel it. You want more.

“So do you,” you moan. You push yourself up on your elbows, crashing your lips onto his in a bruising kiss. You struggle to kiss him back, moaning and whimpering every second. Your eyes roll to the back of your head as they close, the head of his dick hitting that sweet spot perfectly. Just the right speed and force to make your toes curl.

One of his hands reaches up and grasps your hand. He intertwines his fingers and brings your arm up to rest above your head. Your heart flutters in response, and you can’t help but smile at the sweet gesture.

“You’re so perfect,” Matt moans. He trails kisses down your neck, sucking and biting along the way.

You run your free hand down his chest, taking in his beautiful physique. “So are you,” you hum, your hand grabs his lower back, pulling him into you further.

“Fuck,” you pant as he slides further into you.

“My God,” Matt pants, squeezing his eyes shut. “Shit, Y/n. I-I’m close.”

You nod in agreement. “Yeah, me, too. Matt, fuck. Can you go a little faster?”

“Of course,” he nods. He picks up the pace, deciding to add more than just speed. He takes his free hand and wets his thumb, reaching between your sweaty bodies and finding your clit.

Your pussy pulsates around his cock as he begins to rub the throbbing bud. You squeeze his hand that you’re still holding, panting your heels into the mattress and bucking your hips up to meet his.

“Oh, Matt.” Your moans become high-pitched and breathy, your chest heaving up and town. Your lower stomach tightens and a familiar feeling dwells up.

“Fuck, Y/n. I love you,” Matt mumbles as he cums. You feel his cock twitch inside of you, his movements faltering to a complete stop.

Your back arches and your muscles tighten before you completely relax. You let out a satisfied hum, letting yourself bask in your daze.

Matt’s sweaty body collapses next to you. He slowly pulls out of you, taking off his condom and throwing it in the trashcan next to the bed.

“Are you okay?” Matt asks. “Yes,” you breathe out. “Are you?”

“I am more than okay. That was… was just…”

You giggle tiredly, “I agree. That was indescribable.”

“In a good way?” He worries.

“Yes.” You put your hand on his face, kissing him sweetly. “I have to use the bathroom quickly.”

“Go ahead. Do you need anything when you come back? Water, a snack? Do you need help with anything?” He questions.

“Some water would be nice,” you say. “Okay. I’ll get you some,” he hurried out of the bed.

“Hey,” you call out. “Yeah?” He asks as he’s putting back on his clothes.

“Get yourself some, too. And a snack. You worked really hard tonight.”

He smiles, “will do.”

You use the bathroom and clean yourself up, returning to his room and finding Matt cleaning up the bed.

“Here are your clothes. I noticed you chose to wear mine.” He points to your folded clothes on his desk.

You smile, “thank you. I hope you don’t mind.”

“Oh, I definitely don’t,” he grins. You sit back on the bed, thanking him as he hands you a glass of water.

“Did you enjoy it?” You ask. “You have no idea,” he says.

“Good. I… I’m glad I’m good at sex. Although I didn’t do anything,” you snort. “Trust me, you don’t need to do anything. Did I do well?” He asks shyly.

“Oh, for sure.” You scoot towards him and put your hand on his chest. “Maybe we can do this again, yeah?”

“Really?” He raises his brows. “Yep. Maybe after you take me out to dinner?” You suggest.

“Oh, definitely. I’d love to. As long as you’re okay with cafeteria food for dinner,” he chuckles.

You hum in contentment, leaning forward and pecking his lips. “As long as you’re there, I’m okay with anything.”

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[alexandrarosa]

TO ALL THE BOYS I’VE LOVED BEFORE | PS I LOVE YOU | ALWAYS AND FOREVER (Lara Jean Song Covey & Peter Kavinsky)

COVINSKY HEADCANONS (post-book) pt 1

Lara Jean and Peter stay together through college, sometimes the distance helps them calm themselves after a fight, sometimes it causes a fight, most times it makes them realize if they can survive this they’ll survive anything

Peter writes Lara Jean at least once a month, a real letter, on nice paper. His frat friends vote him the most romantic boyfriend. It starts as a tease but it’s true

LJ, Margot, Kitty and Doctor Covey come to UW for Peter’s last game of the season. Lara Jean writes the number of his shirt on her cheek. Peter l o v e s it

That game is the first opportunity for Lara Jean to meet Peter’s friends and vice versa. The guys hope that since they met her they wouldn’t have to listen so much about her. Boy were they wrong

The scrapbook Lara Jean gave Peter became a hit. One of Peter’s friends asked his girlfriend why he didn’t get one of those. It was quite a loud fight

After the first year the students were allowed to have their cars with them so Peter could visit Lara Jean more often. And he did. And so did LJ, just with a lot more hesitation

[tetrakys]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1ygEJUMPr44

Hi, Lara! I just seen the NSFW illustrations, and... that's me... so, are you okay? Are you alive? Do you need an ambulance?

Ahahah I'm okay, thanks.

Did you survive Leiftan's scene? I didn't play it but I saw the illustration and the boy looks as pretty as a princess!

[leviiackrman]

Introducing my latest OCs:

Rob Young: Pinterest | Faceclaim

Sakiya: Pinterest | Faceclaim

Rob is an old uncharted oc I never fully fleshed out (until now!) and Sakiya is my new earthbending baby!

More info under the cut (i apologise, theres a lot of info/context for sakiya...):

Rob Young:

is best friend to J. Drake’s father, being around often when she was little until becoming her mentor later in life (also her godfather)

is the reason she got out of Panama (he bailed her out after tracking down her runaway ass)

helped to guide/train her (left that mostly to lara tho - and yes I like to think uc and tr are in the same universe, lara and nate would NOT get along to begin with)

works as the ‘informant’ in the treasure hunting business - knows the contacts and finds the jobs for everyone basically (including jess + charlie)

old friends with one Victor Sullivan - though they but heads often on how to do things ‘properly’

runs an underground bar where he conducts his ‘fortune hunting’ business, yknow, totally legal stuff...

likes to think hes classy enough for a suit - ‘the business man’ aesthetic,m but then wears dirty jeans/old leather jackets that smell of ash over the top so hes still ‘down with the cool kids’

doesn’t have a family or kids but considers jess his adoptive daughter - later grows to like sam too but deffo does the whole ‘im the dad, i will kill you’ thing

prefers being the ‘stay behind’ type during jobs - leaves his office only if necessary but enjoys a good adventure

is scary to his employees to keep the reputation up, but has the best sense of humour and cuddles

hes about 6′4, so can be intimidating - even to the gangly fucker that is sam

shaved his head when he was younger to be ‘cool’ (*cough* more like more streamlined... *cough*) but soon went bald anyway so it didn’t phase him

is the definiton of ‘bad grandpa’ to jess + sam’s kids - deffo didn’t give tobin a switch blade for his 6th bday...

Sakiya (translates to ‘cherry blossom growing’ in Japanese):

father Chozu was a part of the fire nation military (and experienced fire bender), mother Kaiya was a civilian earthbender from a small village in the earth kingdom

parents met during a patrol, her father was instructed to monitor the village for a few weeks and soon fell in love with her mother

kaiya used a carved staff to channel her earthbending, later teaching sakiya a few tricks with it - and later giving it to her

to keep her safe, he thought that bringing her willingly back to the fire nation would be safest - ‘right under their noses’ as it were... he was wrong...

years pass and they have Sakiya, raised as tho she were fully fire nation

mother worked as a handmaiden in the royal palace

she began bringing Sakiya with her to work to keep her out of trouble, where she later met Zuko and Azula - their mother encouraging she be a friend for Zuko while Azula played with Mai and Ty-Lee

grew friendly with the group over the years, eventually sneaking her pet puma Hayami with her for their play dates (at the other kids request)

hayami loosly translates to ‘rare and unusual beauty’ in Japanese, due to her abnormal puma size and powerful roar - she ain’t a normal puma if ya catch my drift

Azula grew frustrated with her preferring to be best friends with Zuko, and so out of jealously when Sakiya was 12, she discovered her families secret

Chozu was arrested and sentanced to death for his betrayal, while Kaiya was poisoned in their home, later discovered to be by a hired assassin of Azula’s doing

Sakiya was arrested while at the palace (in front of Zuko mind you) and taken into prison where she was interigated (whipped with fire on her back basically, to put it bluntly)

later covered her scars with tattoo engravings of a cherry blossom tree

Hayami - not being your average puma - helped her escape and brought them both to the earth kingdom

kept herself safe by cutting her hair off and running into the woods after being pursued by A LOT of assassins and bounty hunters

found a collection of ‘Elders’ - a group of older woman living in the canopies of the forrest - using the resources around them to survive + make poisons

they taught her how to balance herself emotionally, channeling her wisdom and tranquility into her earth bending skills

had taken her mothers staff with her upon her escape and so utilised her unique bending technique

they also named her Shen (loosly translating to ‘spiritual’ + ‘deep thinking’ in Chinese - to erase her past)

spent 3 years with the ‘Elders’ before leaving the safety of their camp as word of the Avatar’s return spread

saught out team avatar to aid them, proving she could help them through the guidance and wisdom she shared - also her earthbending but she’d prefer to resolve things without using it

she and Toph grew v close - their mix of personalities proving opposites do attract and they were practically besties

also assumed Zuko was involved in her families fall, so held a quiet grudge when he reoccured often in their adventures

saught him out at one point when she heard he was banished but was only faced with his anger - didn’t help the sitch much huh?

didn’t last v long tho as they grew close again when he joined the team

has a new family with team avatar and travels with them often

zuko taught her how to dance because she’s a monk of sorts, so she never knew how

has never seen snow before so katara was keen to show her

later also becomes chancellor to zuko when he becomes fire lord! because besties!!

whole other plot line of how her staff was techincally cursed with a ‘defence’ spell by her mum to keep her safe when she used it but backfired when she activated as it used her tranquility against her, releasing all the anger she surpressed over the years

general point - has never really been attracted to anyone and so never saught out romance, she was content with what she has which is her found family and amazing pet puma *heart eyes*