Lara hated these functions.

No. 'Hate' wasn't the right word. She loathed them. This one in particular was a charity gala with the profits going to build a new childrens' ward in Surrey Parkside Hospital -- the very hospital she herself had been born in. That helped make the event a tad more palatable; but not enough to make it feel like anything other than a chore.

The estate of the Earl of Brixton was filled with socialites and nobility from all over Europe. They had all put on their best finery and their well-practiced courtesies. They made navigating these things look so effortless ... And, in a way, Lara was jealous of them for that. This had never come easy to her. Even now, she found herself wishing she had dirt under her nails rather than a French manicure.

At least she knew how to look the part. For all her perceived faults, no one could deny that the young woman cleaned up beautifully when she cared to put in the effort. Her petite figure was wrapped in a one-of-a-kind, crimson-colored dress designed for her by one of Paris's trendiest fashion houses. The bustline was particularly dramatic -- showing off more cleavage than most noblewomen would ever dare to. The back was also open, though the fabric had been draped across it in the semblance of a capelet -- making her seem more like a goddess of old rather than a modern Countess. She had overheard several women whispering about her choice to wear something so revealing; but she couldn't bring herself to care all that much.

"You're conflating the Maya with the Aztecs," she drolled in that elocution-trained accent as she finished what was her third glass of champagne thus far. A portly, older man had been bending her ear for the past twenty minutes attempting to impress her with tales of his private collection. Having claimed to be an expert on South American indigenous peoples, the correction made his face turn almost as red as her dress. He opened his mouth to say something; but before he had the chance, she gave a little shake of her now-empty glass.

"I need a refill. Pardon me, Sir." Before he had a chance to object, she made a hasty retreat from him. Along the way, she dropped the crystal flute onto the tray of a passing waiter and collected another. While her small stature did little to hold her back in the field -- if anything, it was an advantage -- but when it came to alcohol, it left her as something of a lightweight. She made a mental note to slow down; or else she risked the very real possibility of her already sharp tongue slicing a few more socialites to ribbons. That would truly defeat the purpose of her showing up to these things to preserve her reputation. Or, at least, preserve it as much as she could. Between herself and her late father, the name Croft had carried a dubious notoriety for quite some time. Some admired her for her ambition, intelligence, and bravery in the field. Others saw it as uncouth, at best -- destructive, at worst.

Lara took a moment to survey the room, noting how the majority of guests were preoccupied with the band that had begun to play a waltz. Perfect. She took the opportunity to sneak out of the ballroom and through the winding corridors of the estate. Before long, she found the door that led out to the rose garden. It was a chilly, damp English night; but she couldn't find herself to mind. If anything, it exhilarated her.

And it also kept the others from wandering out this way.

She tilted her head back to peer up at the full moon and stars above. She sipped her drink and took in the night air. She had needed this breather. She hadn't realized just how tightly coiled her muscles had become until she was away from the oppressive stuffiness of the party.

Hello! I'm currently looking to write my girl, Lara Croft, opposite a male character. I've been writing as Lara for a VERY long time. She's my favorite character - ever - partly because there's just so many different adventures we can send her on. The possibilities are endless

My favorite thing to do with her is crossing her over into the MCU. She fits in a shockingly well there. I also really enjoyed 'The Batman,' and I'm open to seeing how she works opposite that version of Bruce. However, I definitely prefer the MCU over DC stuff, easily. I'm also open to other crossovers, if you have one in mind! Exploring a crossover with her and a modern version of Sherlock Holmes could be fun! But if playing canon characters doesn't interest you, I've been known to pair Lara with OC's. Admittedly, I can be a little picky when it comes to which original characters I put with her; but if you bring me something interesting and fresh, I'm down! (PS: Please don't pitch me plots involving Indiana Jones or Nathan Drake. I literally get them all the time. I'm just not interested.)

I've got a plethora of ideas we can do from this starting point; but I'm also open to hearing yours! I'm an extremely flexible partner and aim to please.

In terms of her appearance, I use Lara's mocap/voice actress from TR2013 and ROTTR, Camilla Luddington.

My back-up faceclaims are Olivia Cooke, Florence Pugh, Anya Taylor-Joy, and Natalie Dormer. I use Rhona Mitra for the classic version of Lara.

• KINKS: Romance, affection, seduction, D/s dynamics, powerplay, anal, impreg (my favorite,) toys, restraints, possessive partners, roughness, risky situations, semi-clothed sex, dubcon, dirty talking, MFM, deep-throating, gentledomming. Here's a more complete kink list.

• HARD LIMITS : children, incest, animals, cheating/cuckolding, bimbofication, mind break, bathroom play and extreme sexual violence.

YOU MUST BE:

• Polite
• Creative.
• Enthusiastic.
• Able to write in 3rd person.
• Available on Discord.
• Over the age of 21.

Also, please do not reach out to me via Reddit Chat. I don't read them. To DM me, click here! I only check DM's. Please make the subject line your current favorite song, just so I know you've read this post from top to bottom. Also, if you cannot DM me, it's because your account is too new or there's some other issue on your end. My DM's are very much open. Thanks! 💖