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Chapters: 1/? Fandom: The Last of Us (Video Games) Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Ellie (The Last of Us)/Original Female Character(s), Ellie (The Last of Us)/Reader, Ellie & Joel (The Last of Us) Characters: Ellie (The Last of Us) Additional Tags: Original Character(s), Minor Original Character(s), Post-Game(s), Eventual Smut, Slow Burn, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Hurt/Comfort, Sexual Tension, Enemies to Friends to Lovers Summary:

A certain fate awaited her if she remained among the Scars, that is why she decided to run away, chose her own path. Across her journey she will face losses, danger, surprises, and one strange encounter by the name of Ellie Williams who will change her entire course of action.

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Part 2: From the river to the sea.

Ellie Williams x Fem Oc who is a seraphite.

2 months.

It had been 2 months since she left the Seraphites.

2 months, and she had encountered about a dozen of demons. She wouldn’t have gone as far as to say that it had been easy, but she would say she started to get the hands of things; she found her way smoothly around a bow and an arrow, and something the Seraphites sure managed to teach her was to be sneaky: she moved like a leaf, taken by the wind.

However, resources and supplies were limited. And of course, going downtown would be too risky; with the Wolves’ regular patrols and the giant scar across her mouth…let’s say they wouldn’t miss her. Therefore, the plan was to get out of Seattle.

And even though her journey was quiet, lonely, intense at times, and near deadly at other: she could get accustomed to it, at least that’s what she believed.

Every day came with its challenges, new and unusual. Which also meant she had to acquire new skills, new techniques and furtive, sometimes unethical, ways to survive.

May my hands remain pure…no matter how much blood they have on them.

On her way out of the city, she took her chances and decided to go out looking for some supplies before leaving. She searched up the entire area full of abandoned stores, pharmacies, restaurants before stumbling upon an abandoned coffee shop; the sign up front spelled “yalla” and under it, a curvy looking scripture she concluded was another language. Inside the shop, red, black and green flags filled every inch of the walls, some were damaged, some were intact. She explored the shop, finding used up bottles here and there, tape and scissors all the while admiring the pictures framed on the walls: there was what she guessed was a group of friends, wearing what looked like a scarf, in a way that covered up most of their faces, apart from their eyes.

“That could be useful.” she whispered to herself.

She wandered around the place some more, finding flyers reading “Free Palestine” almost everywhere on the ground. Palestine. That could be a person, but considering the flags posted up in the entire shop, she figured it was more of a place. Who knows, maybe she would get to visit it someday, if only she knew where it was located.

She checked one last corner of the coffee shop, opening up its final drawer, and that’s where she found it: that white scarf filled with a sort of black enigmatic pattern, the one in the picture, it was right between her hands and it looked as good as new. Keffiyeh  the note on top of it spelled. Right, Keffiyeh. And something told her that founding the Keffiyeh was no hazard, nor was finding out about this Palestine thing. However, she didn’t think much more on it, she contented herself with trying to wear the Keffiyeh just like the people on the picture and leaving the shop right before dusk finally hit.

One look back before leaving, and she noticed a huge graffiti on there that said:

“From the river to the sea.”

That one reminded her of a prayer her dad used to say before going on duty:

We seek her mercy in the waters.

Perhaps, that’s what they meant too by that.

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Part 1: Cleanse yourself

Ellie williams x Oc

This is from the oc's pov who used to be a seraphite.

Just get out, get out of here as fast as you can.

That’s what kept rewinding in her head every time someone pronounced a prayer.

May you guide me home.

Bullshit.

But she couldn’t help the prayers inside her mind. They were carved. Just like the scars on her face; she may forget them but it won’t change the way the outsiders will treat her.

She had a plan. She came up with it a few weeks before, as soon as her mother had announced the wedding. A beautiful bride she was going to be, her family kept reminding her. They told her that the prophet had blessed her with a man that would put up with her outbursts and her sinful thinking. And although she knew this day would come eventually, she still wouldn’t have it. Her fate wouldn’t sum up to forcefully be wed and bred to a miserable old git, she thought as she laid on the bed. She was still young, she still had a lot to learn, a lot of things to discover and she had never left this forsaken island. And now she would be stuck, for the remaining of her life, beside the man who was now spreading her legs. No, fourteen will not be the age where she would be doomed with this tragic future. I mean, her prophet wouldn’t want her to live an unhappy life, right?

And so she grabbed the knife hidden under the pillow, and stabbed him right in the gut. Of course he would’ve easily been able to defend himself if he wasn’t too busy doing something else.

After that, the plan kept coming in motion as the time passed: she had to get out of there, fast, at least before anyone randomly came knocking. After that she would have to steal a bow, some arrows, a machete would be useful and as much knives she could get her hands on. And by nightfall, she’d escape from the passageways on the roofs.

And if that wasn’t some miracle of hers, she wouldn’t have believed how she made it out of there alive.

Feel her love.

She finally had a glimpse of it that night. And as she looked back on the island, and the life she would be living behind if she didn’t stop, she thought to herself: if love is supposed to feel like that, she’ll do anything in her power to destroy it.

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good omens season 2 fix-it recs

here is a short list of my fave season 2 fix-its so far! all are quite short and to the point, i'm still searching for long ones that are pretty much a season 3 fantasy so if anyone has any recs, please send them my way!

everywhere by vivahate (this is my #1 right now)

the nature of sorry by verayne

bright still by showmeahero

turn around, bright eyes by reis_asher

love like yours will surely come my way by rjam9

i promise by my_heart_of_heart

all the stars in the sky by animeangelriku

let me feel your heartbeat (grow faster, faster) by impishtubist

tired of the safety of light by birbwatcher

it wasn't over by shrack

you, me, us by the_fond_hope_of_salty_dog

heaven is not fit by palecherrypeonies

more good omens recs to come as i fall deeper into the fixation spiral!

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Someone on reddit said this had Mickey Milkovich vibes and they are intensely correct.

I haven’t been able to stop laughing since.

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I know way too much about gay sex for an awkward demisexual female virgin who’s mostly interested in m/m fanfiction

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Me: I love fanfiction with slow burn and slow built relationships, I love the pining and I want to wait 1628 chapters and three eternity before they get their shit together and end up dating

Also me, two lines into the fanfiction: WHY DON’T THEY JUST KISS OH MY GOD THIS IS SO FRUSTRATING IT’S SO OBVIOUS THAT THEY LOVE EACH OTHER! JUST KISS ALREADY!!!