#The Last of US Part 2

[ellieabbyy]

her eyes are so fuckin pretty

[marscardigan]

packing it up, part i

ellie williams x fem!reader

college smau. what started as math lessons with ellie turned into something more.

series masterlist

taglist !

@autisticintr0vert @vahnilla @dollinrehab @kaykeryyy

[cheyisagirlkisser]

saw someone saying they wanted farm ellie to manhandle them… fic request??

𑁍𝐟𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐞 / 𝐟𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐞𝐫’𝐬 𝐝𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫𑁍

Ellie was the talk of the town, though that didn't mean much in a settlement of a mere 500. Though many people wore flimsy tank-tops and boots covered in a work day's mud, most were men. Ellie knew what the older folks had to say about her, and yet she still found it in herself to park her 70's Ford Ranger, her pride and beauty, outside of your father's farmhouse before starting a long day of shoveling, handling, herding, and operating.

Today, you sit on the top step of your cream-white wooden porch. You lean your head against the railing, observing Ellie at work.

There she is as always, in a thin tank top that clings to her when the sun beats down on the field. Half of her hair is tied back into a messy bun, and her bangs nearly cling to her forehead. She occasionally fans herself with her shirt, making you swoon in the process. One sight that catches your eye, however, is the shine of her belt buckle. The base is a solid black oval with gold flower embellishments prodding throughout. However, in the middle lay an amber moth. You've always wondered why she likes that specific buckle so much, and it intrigues you (plus, you like eyeing up her waist).

You watch from a distance as Ellie looks up at the sky, probably in her own thoughts or wishing for some summertime thunderstorms. However, you can't look away before Ellie catches your gaze. Her eyes make your cheeks burn, the skin already hot from the July heat. It isn't the first time she has caught you staring, and it certainly won't be the last.

You rise from the porch and approach her, giving a sheepish but rather sweet smile.

Ellie huffs out a laugh as you wave, and hunches down to set the small square bale down. "This yer new ritual now, miss? You gonna lure me into that house of yours for sweet-tea like yesterday?" She teases, voice thick and sweet like honey straight from the comb.

"C'mon! You've been working for like, five hours. You can handle a ten minute break, can't you?" You know you sound pathetically hopeful, but your crush on Ellie makes it difficult for you to filter your words. Her lack of complaints don't help, either.

"You know I can't do this everyday, as much as I enjoy our tea parties. Now, head on inside. Your father would be pissed if I let you sun burn. That sundress ain't protectin' you." Ellie points out, and butterflies flutter in your stomach. So she did notice the dress.

"What if I wanna stay out here with you?" You question, a soft, rising lilt in your voice in hopes it'll soften her like butter.

"Miss, please. I have to finish up with these hay bales." She reiterates, though it is currently taking everything in Ellie not to indulge in your request.

"Well fine, then. But I'm not leavin'. You'll have to drag me back into that house." You state firmly, crossing your arms.

Ellie's brows rise, and she scoffs softly. "Drag you in, huh? This is your last chance."

You only offer up a cheeky smile, feet planted on the ground. Please pick me up, please take the bait, please, please, please-

Just five seconds later, you feel a strong hand hook under the back of your legs and lift you with ease. You let out surprised laughter, Ellie not holding back from her own snort, and Ellie hauls you over her shoulder like a bag of scratch as she walks through the grassy fields and into the farmhouse.

"You're strong, jeez! I didn't know someone standing at a simple 5'5" could throw me around like this." You tease.

Though you can't see it, Ellie glares and flicks the back of your thigh with her fingertip. You don't complain any further, happy with yourself.

Ellie carefully sets you down on the couch and you tug on her hand before she can walk away. "You can't just bring me in here and not have tea."

And with the way she sighs, defeated but amused, you know you're going to get your way.

taglist: @kaykeryyy

[dr-paint]

Grief

[korn-dawg]

Ok hi imma bug you for a bit cuz yeah

So… context I just bought a Deadpool and Wolverine sports bra and boyshorts set among others and I’m getting a kick out of it it’s so silly

Anywho

Ellie and reader and in the middle of making out and Ellie gose to take off readers shirt or pants and sees the Deadpool’s and Wolverine set and reader gets embarrassed cuz they’re silly but Ellie has never been more turned on in her life

They fuck nasty

Anyway Ellie finds readers choice of bra and underwear hot

If you wanna write this you can but you don’t have to.

Ok I’m done

-saturn

hihi againn !! 😋 you're never bugging me trust i love your requests trust 🙏 your ideas are always fire asf

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modern!ellie who's been feeling needy for little to no reason all day, barely focusing during work, spacing out every few minutes and thinking of you

modern!ellie who couldn't keep her hands off her phone, texting you slews of dirty and desperate messages, asking you to swing by for a quickie (to which you denied, you were about to attend a very important work meeting in a few minutes)

modern!ellie who hauls ass to get home, taking as many shortcuts as possible to get to you

modern!ellie who fumbles with her keys when she gets to your shared place, cursing when she drops them on the ground

modern!ellie whose eyes land on you as soon as she enters the bedroom, dressed all comfy and scrolling on your phone

modern!ellie who's next to you in seconds, gently taking the phone out of your hands and setting it to the side, pulling you into a kiss

modern!ellie who starts the kiss out slow and sweet, cradling your cheeks in her hands as she moves to straddle your hips

modern!ellie whose own neediness fogs her mind, the kiss taking a 180 as she pours her pent up emotions onto your mouth like honey

modern!ellie who takes your bottom lip between her teeth, a hand in your hair as her hips start to gyrate against yours

modern!ellie who lets out a whorish moan when you suck on her tongue after she bullies it into your mouth, pulling away slightly to take off your shirt

modern!ellie who snaps out of her horny haze when you grab her wrist in order to stop her from doing so, her expression morphing from need to concern at the action

modern!ellie who starts rapid firing questions nervously, asking what's wrong, if she did anything wrong, if she was moving too fast

modern!ellie who looks even more confused at your embarrassed expression

modern!ellie who listens to your explanation of what's underneath your shirt and just giggles, reassuring you that she's worn much worse before

modern!ellie whose pupils blow out at the sight of the set, fingers tracing around the band of the sports bra, remarking how fucking hot it looks on you

modern!ellie who has you keep the set on, slipping her hand under the waistband of your boyshorts to rub circles into your clit, rutting against your thigh as she goes back to kissing you

modern!ellie who changes her mind in mere minutes and has both yours and her underwear thrown somewhere across the room, situating her legs against yours

modern!ellie who lets out slutty little whines as she starts to grind her cunt against yours, the wet friction easing the ache that was previously radiating between her legs

modern!ellie who has her head lulled onto your shoulder, arms looped around your neck as she murmurs praise into your skin

"Y'feel so good babe, fuck...yeah, like that.."

"You're so hot...gonna ruin me, mhm?"

modern!ellie who starts sucking on your skin, leaving dark blooming hickeys in the wake of her lips

modern!ellie who tugs at the straps of your sports bra but never takes it off

modern!ellie who lets out the loudest, most pornographic moans when she's close and eventually cums (you definitely got a complaint from your neighbor the next day about it)

modern!ellie who gives you the shortest break ever before shuffling down to settle between your legs, lapping up her own cum from your slit

modern!ellie who ends up eating you out for an hour straight, pushing you to close to 6 overstimulated orgasms

modern!ellie who buys you a bunch of similar sets the next day, laying them out on your side of the bed

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[elliesanqel]

Loser Ellie talking back to reader and being bratty but all reader has to do is give her one stern look and she’s docile (and wet) and reader makes sure she has a sore ass for the stunt she pulled

(your writing is soooo yummy)

behave

sypnosis; after a heated argument with ellie, she got far too confident with her replies which she knew she shouldn’t do with you, however she pushes you too far and you decide to teach her a lesson. warnings; angst, spanking—e!receiving, vaginal sex, strap use (referred to as a cock)—e!receiving, mdni. a/n; thankyou smm for this req cutie! i’ve never written, like, spanking before—so i hope this is good! p.s, its so easy to write sub/loser ellie while candy by doja cat is playing in the backround, so i recommend playing it while u read! also, tysm! i always doubt my writing so those type of compliments mean the worldddd to me! have a virtual hug! :3

pissed. thats what you were. a whole argument was created over something small really, but it would never have got so big if ellie hadn’t started answering back with snarky comments. you threw your arms up in the air out of exaggeration, “dont give me your bullshit, ellie. you even know it yourself, you’re never fucking here, when do i actually get to see you?!” you snap, your eyes narrowing at her as hers roll. she’d normally let you have the bigger side in arguments, but for some reason she was acting like a brat, and you weren’t a fan. “i’m here all the time? are you hearing yourself?! you sound fucking stupid.” she scoffs, taking a step forward.

your eyes widen, the fuck was wrong with her tonight? sure, you were taken aback, but you never let your face falter, strong face, strong front. you always had that. ellie knew it too. she knew you weren’t exactly the easiest to argue with. which is why she hated when they started. your eyes rolled, what was she getting so defensive for? the anger bubbled inside both of you, letting it out on eachother.

“no you’re fucking not. you are never here. you’re always out, probably with some girls hooked around your waist. i don’t fucking trust you going out so much, you literally have a girlfriend at home who’s always waiting for you to come back—which might i add, at unreasonable hours.” you rant, listing all the concerns you had as your body language switched every two seconds. it was so hard to trust her when she was defensive like this, which she never is, so that only raised your concerns.

she scoffs, thinking you sound absolutely insane. “so you think i’m cheating?” she laughs diabolically, eyeing your movements. “do you actually hear how dumb you sound? why the fuck would i cheat on you, seriously?” she holds her arms out slightly at her sides in disbelief that you think she’d cheat.

you point your finger at her face, warning her to pipe down a bit. “listen to me, stop fucking acting like a brat and answering me back, you’re making me sound like im crazy. you’re only getting defensive as shit because you know you’ve done something wrong! stop getting smart with me, ellie.” you speak, your voice low and quite frankly, bored. but oh, here she goes, answering back…again.

“im not getting smart. you’re blamin’ me for some pathetic shit. which, isn’t even true.” she snaps back, pointing a finger at you now, eyes narrowing further. oh she had nerve tonight.

you scoff as she points. yeah, now it was ridiculous. you’d had enough. your face falls neutral, but one eyebrow stays raised and your lips thinned. that look. that look that showed ellie that she was fucked now, and she knew that. she knew that look all to well, and she knew she’d gone too far. ellie never liked to necessarily admit when she was wrong, but she knew when she was wrong in the first place.

there was something she couldnt help, however. everytime you gave her that look, fuck she couldnt help herself. the way your eyes thinned, eyebrow raised, lips pursed—yeah it straight up just turned her on. and knowing ellie, she had no shame in that at all. she clenched her thighs, her lips thinning as she tilted her head back. feeling the wetness beginning to pool in her boxers.

snapping back to reality, trying to push those thoughts away as she knew you were pissed with her right now. she lowered her finger instantly, starting move her feet about nervously. “baby, i—” her words were softer now, but you still cut her off, not with your words. you snap out of your trance, moving closer to ellie and grabbing her wrist forcefully.

she flinches slightly, but she knew protesting would only make you more angry. you move her over to the bed, you keep ahold of her wrist and you lean down towards the bedside table, opening the drawer and grabbing ellies strap. but not for her to use on you. oh no. for you to use on her.

her eyes widen, looking at you like she’d just seen a ghost. she looked completely lost. “what the hell are you doing?” she asked, her tone neutral but a bit worried. you look up at her, your eyes narrowing. “maybe this’ll teach you to stop answering back.” you snap, your tone still sharp and never faltering. you knew ellie was always the dominant one when it came to sex. she was always the one using that cock on you, and you were always the one with your face down and ass up, or whatever position ellie had you in. from ellies point of view, if it was her it was getting used on, and her in those positions, she’d find it embarrassing as fuck. but who was to say deep down she wouldnt secretly love it?

you knew she’d protest, so you decided to bend her over yourself. but fully on the bed? nah. over the bed. yeah, you wanted that brat half standing, half bent over.

you pushed, so her hands met with the sheets, her feet still on the floor. a sharp gasp left her lips, her head turning to look back at you behind her. “what the fuck? this is so embarrassing, what are you doing—” she worryingly protested, hoping it wouldnt make you more angry. but you abruptly cut her off with a slap to her ass. you’d never done that before. but you never showed the new worry on your face.

a louder gasp left her lips, a dumbfounded look on her face if only you could see it, but you couldnt because it made her head turn away from facing you and bow, her teeth biting down roughly into her bottom lip. a whore-like moan falling from her parted lips. “uuhh! oh, fuck babe…”

it suprised you. but the fact that she didnt stop you lowered your worries. and that slutty moan she let out showed you this loser actually liked it. you smirked a little, causing both hands to slip up her waist and unbutton her skinny jeans, slipping them down and letting them pool at her ankles. she bit further into her lip as she let you continue, not willing to protest. even though it was hard to shake her embarrassment.

you wasted no time in slipping off your shorts, freeing yourself as you slipped the cock on. you looked down at ellie, that pathetic, bratty loser who was bent the bed over infront of your eyes, half naked. her shirt? nah, its gonna stay on while you fuck her. you noticed two things. a red mark forming from where you slapped, and her pussy. ohhh her pussy, gleaming and soaked. it turned you on even more that she was already wet before you even entered her. you loved seeing her like this. and since you’d never had her like this before, hopefully it ought to teach her to kep that pretty mouth shut when she needed to.

you didnt want to wait any longer, you gripped those pretty hips, aligning them with your cock. you gripped the rubber, sliding it into her throbbing cunt, leaving no time and completely bottoming out inside of her. her hips moving forward at the contact, a low groan leaving her lips, her head arching. “oh fuck—oh my fucking goddd!” her voice sounded needy, desperate, every other synonym.

this only egged you on, gripping her hips tighter while you fucked her dripping pussy senseless, your pace getting quicker. needy whimpering left her with every thrust you gave, putting all your anger you had into it. “you gonna stop being such a brat? gonna stop answering me back? hm?” you mumble, your own whines being held back by your arrogance.

she left no waste in time responding. “n-no. i won’t—ohhh! answer back, ever again—nghhh!” her speech was abruptly interrupted by her desperate noises your cock was giving her.

her head smushing into the sheets as she bit down on them, her moans becoming muffled. your hand reached forward, holding her half up-half down bun in your hand as you pushed her head a little further into the sheets, your hips thrusting into her like no tomorrow. her hands gripped the sheets tigher, holding on for dear life. you use your free hand, giving her another smack, her hips jolting forward as that same whore-like moan fell from those pretty lips. she took it so well, god this was definitely imprinted into your head forever now.

you let go of her hair, bringing it back up but curling it around her waist, your middle finger finding her pulsing clit, only causing her to let out the sluttiest whimper ever into the sheets, her back arching further. you smirk at her, fuck what a good sight this was. “look at you, taking my cock so well, aren’t you? swallowing me up so good.” you tease, knowing it would fuel her embarrassment. her brows furrow in pleasure, but also, yeah, in embarrassment.

“s-shut up. that’s so—mmphh, fuck! embarrassing…” she chokes out, her voice dripping with need. but she felt that slipping away as your cock deep inside of her caused her stomach to clench tightly, the heat growing in her pussy. “ohh! i’m gonna cum—fuck! g’nna cum!” she cries out in pleasure.

oh fucking hell. how needy she was sounding, lord. before you had her bent over for you she’d never sound this needy. you decided you’d punished her enough, red marks forming on her ass and all. you thrusted quicker, middle finger working quicker for her.

her whole body began shaking, quickly jolting as she let go, squirting her cum all over your cock like the good girl she was. she raised her head a little from the bed, sighing into it as you pulled out. a small whine coming from her at the loss of contact. you lean down, pressing a soft kiss to her shoulder as you stroked the same spot after. she slowly stood, her legs a bit shaky. she didnt dare mention anything else about how she was just in complete ecstasy. or even mention the fact her white, sticky cum was dripping from the strap. mostly because she didnt wanna think of herself like the submissive one. but you both knew she did secretly love it.

something looked like it was bugging her, though. a weird look on her face as she softly spoke. “listen, baby. im not cheating on you, i promise. i’d never do that to you because you’re all i need. from now on i won’t go out as much, yeah?” she said, her words sounding sincere. looking back at your accusation now, it did sound silly. you knew deep down ellie would never do that to you, she loved you more than anyone. she wasn’t the best with words, but she managed to find a way to make it work.

“i know, im sorry i accused you. you know i really love you. just stop getting bratty with me, mhm?” you grin, voice filled with a teasing manner.

she held both of your arms, stroking the skin softly with her thumbs. she scoffs, “i know, ‘m sorry baby. i love you too.”

she smiles softly, almost too innocent considering she was bent over the bed moments ago.

[odettesoddities]

ROCKSTAR!ELLIE HEADCANONS

NSFW + SFW

SFW

~ rockstar ellie whose instrument of choice is a beat up fender strat joel bought her on her 16th birthday. it's beat to hell, but she refuses to replace it, claiming it "gives her character!" yeah, if character is chipped paint and a busted volume knob...

~ rockstar ellie who acts all cool and suave on stage, even though you know she's anything but

~ rockstar ellie who'll manage to trip over every single cord and lead backstage when she's preparing for a show

~ rockstar ellie who'll be up onstage, eyes roaming the crowd, and once they land on you, she'll yell "this next one's for my girl!" dork.

~ rockstar ellie who loves nothing more than getting onto the tour bus with you after a long day so she can curl up beside you and drink tea (she's a peppermint girlie)

~ rockstar ellie who once declared;

"babe, i was thinking..." uh oh. she doesn't usually do a lot of that

"i should get something for you" she gestures at an unfilled space on her near fully tattooed arm "like, your initials! or a tiny little-"

you stop listening after 'for you' cause what . the actual. fuck

she actually goes through with it

~ rockstar ellie who always sneaks glances at you while you sit just off screen when she's being interviewed

or, alternatively;

you won't be able to make it to the interview with her, and she'll gladly talk about you, but she'll try to be subtle

"so, ellie, anyone special in your life?"

"uhh, yeah, i mean- there's, uh... there's this one girl!" and the whole time she'll be blushing and nearly choking on her water

~ rockstar ellie who taps her fingers on your thigh like it's a drum pad when she's cooking up a new song

~ rockstar ellie who leaves guitar picks literally everywhere. you'll find them on your nightstand, in your pockets, stuck between couch cushions. literally everywhere

~ rockstar ellie who forces you to sit in on rehearsals (not that you mind) just so she can try and impress you

~ rockstar ellie who is hopeless at romantic gestures but will 100% write you a song if she fucks up.

~ rockstar ellie who gets ridiculously overprotective at afterparties

~ rockstar ellie who has a social media team to run her main account but has a separate one where she posts cryptic song lyrics and dumb memes

~ rockstar ellie who pitches new songs to you before anyone else because your opinion matters the most

~ rockstar ellie who always "accidentally" orders an extra tour hoodie. she gives it to you, claiming you're an honorary band member

~ rockstar ellie who gets the stupidest, most lovesick grin when she sees you in her bands merch

NSFW

~ rockstar ellie who pulls you into the dressing room as soon as she gets offstage, hands gripping your hips as she backs you against the wall

~ rockstar ellie who lives for high motel sex. she'll toss you onto the thin mattress, dragging her teeth down your throat as she palms at your thighs

~ rockstar ellie who marks you up everytime she leaves for a tour you can't come on, claiming it's just so you don't forget about her. when you send her a picture of the blooming bruises a few days into her tour, she'll immediately facetime you and groan "fuck, baby. you just wait till i'm home, yeah?"

~ rockstar ellie who has the filthiest aftershow voice. it's hoarse and raspy, and she uses it to her advantage cause she knows it makes you squirm

~ rockstar ellie who'll play shows in the middle of winter in a black tank top just so she can show off the scratches on her back and the bites on her neck from the night before

~ rockstar ellie who gets off on teasing you. she'll whisper all the things she wants to do to you just before she goes onstage to keep you needy and waiting

~ rockstar ellie who loves to fuck you in the backseat of the tour bus cause she gets off on the way the windows fog up as a result of your shared heat

[electricneonvalkyrie]

Name: Abigail Anderson

Zodiac Sign: Aries but in a violent way

Age: Early 20s, mentally 45 due to trauma

Location: Wherever my bad decisions take me

About me:

What's up? I'm a murderously motivated gym rat with commitment issues. Might beat your dads head in with a golf club, might adopt a little brother, depends on the day.

I'm better at hand to hand combat than emotional processing.

Can carry you over my shoulder, but emotionally? I will drop you.

Former war criminal, current exhausted single parent.

If you hate me, that's fine. I hate me too.

Hobbies:

✨ Weightlifting.

✨ Murder.

✨ Running through buildings full of infected instead of dealing with my feelings.

✨ Eating pussy.

Looking for:

💖 A woman with a strong personality.

💖 Someone who won't die on me.

💖 Someone who doesn't hold grudges.

💖 Someone who likes boats.

💖 Someone with access to protein powder.

What I'm not looking for:

🚫 Theater kids with blood vendettas aka revenge driven lesbians with switchblades.

🚫 Any situation where I have to answer for my actions.

🚫 Pregnant women. Learned my lesson.

🚫 People who think an aquarium is a functional living space.

🚫 Cowards.

Green flags:

🔥 Excellent survival skills.

🔥 I would protect you in an active war zone.

🔥 Can bench press your entire family.

🔥 Will fight cultists for you.

🔥 Munch.

Red flags:

🚩 In a committed relationship with bad decisions.

🚩 Enemies list is longer than my friends list.

🚩 Personal trainer and emotional baggage come as a package deal.

🚩 Once had an existential crisis in a sex aquarium.

🚩 Have beef with a teenager who won't let me move on.

Messages I Will Probably Ignore:

💬 "Hey :)" (be more interesting.)

💬 "U up?" (lifting weights, probably.)

💬 "So, tell me about your trauma." (Blocked.)

(When Manny makes Abby a dating profile. Next up? Abby's Reddit AMA. Stay tuned.)

[mj-fleurx]

Fearless knight Abigail & Ellie, the forest witch

Fairytale TLOU AU✨

“Abigail, daughter of a royal physician, is full of determination to become the first knight of king's court instead of being a proper fair maiden. The grapevine spread in the kingdom: witches have penetrateted the village, hiding and willing to seduce unenlightened souls in their vile and sinful manner. Abigail challenges herself to hunt 'em and prove to be worthy serving the king. Once she rescues from the wolves attack a redhead named Ellie, the hermit living outside the village in the forest cave on her own. There is something about Ellie that she keeps in a secret - her incredible power over nature she tries to use for the good. Girls' lives turn upside down when they get to know each other leading to them questioning everything they were taught to believe in.”

[areyouwearingmybackpack]

“YOU!”

“Are you wearing my backpack?!”

[galway-girlatwork]

Oh my god. The OG. I just teared up. "What are you doin kiddo? You really gonna go through with this?" "I'm gonna find and I'm gonna kill every last one of them." @natalie19i19 This is amazing. And beautiful.

And nothing will prepare anyone for part 2.

JOEL MILLER, Every path has a price

All credit goes to: natalie19i19, my wonderful friend. Thank you for such a breathtaking edit.

[ellieabbyy]

“Careful, the scary things are out there…”

[marscardigan]

ellie hcs (or a blurb) about a reader who’s on the opposite side of her but agrees to help?? like during seattle and stuff!!

UUUHH I LOVE THIS!! here you go angel! <3 (this is my first request hope i did justice 😭)

backstabber, e.w

tlou masterlist

You were never just another soldier in the WLF, you were Isaac’s second-in-command, someone he trusted. If Isaac needed someone to get their hands dirty, you were often the one to do it. It wasn’t that you loved the war. You just understood it.

Isaac allowed Abby Anderson to go after the killer of his father, but only if you went with them. He didn't trust anyone who wasn't you to do that. And then Joel Miller was executed.

You weren’t some naive recruit—you’d seen death, you’d delivered it. But something about Joel’s execution sat wrong in your gut. The way Abby wouldn’t let him go quickly. The way his companion—his brother, you’d later learn—was forced to watch. The way it was personal, not tactical.

It felt less like a military decision and more like a mistake. And you didn’t make mistakes. But you didn’t act, either. Not yet. You kept your mouth shut. Kept your hands steady. Because it wasn’t your fight. If Abby wanted to screw it up, then so fucking be it. You weren't going to clean her mess later.

Weeks after the incident near Jackson, Isaac was mad. An outsider had infiltrated Seattle and was cutting through WLF soldiers with ease. The meetings were tense, discussions filled with strategies on how to eliminate the threat.

Isaac dismissed them as a reckless outsider, dangerous but ultimately doomed. But you? You weren’t so sure. If they killed more than half of your soldiers from the north base, they could easily kill the rest.

You were ordered to hunt her down, and for the first time, you hesitated. You'd always followed Isaac’s orders without question, but as you studied the reports—saw how they targeted only those involved—you realized something: They weren't mindless. They were calculated.

By the time you reached the theater, it was over. Tommy was barely breathing, his blood pooling beneath him. Dina was out cold, her body curled protectively, even unconscious, she was still shielding something. And Ellie… Ellie was broken.

Her face was swollen, bruises layered over bruises, her breaths ragged. Blood soaked her ruined shirt.

She twitched when she heard your boots on the floor, her body tense even in near unconsciousness. And then she forced her head up, blinking sluggishly, and you saw it—the exact moment she recognized you. Hatred. Pure and unfiltered.

She tried to move, to reach for something, anything, but her body gave out before she could. Still, her eyes burned with fury. "The fuck are you doing here?"

You hesitated. Not because you weren’t sure what you were doing, but because you weren’t sure why.

You should’ve finished her off. Should’ve done anything other than what you did next. You pulled a rag from your pocket and pressed it to her wound. "Saving your ass, apparently."

Ellie flinched, hissing through her teeth, but she was too weak to fight you off. Her fingers curled into fists, but she didn’t have the strength to make good on whatever threat was forming in her mind.

You didn’t answer. Instead, you pulled out your supplies and started stitching her up. And for some reason, Ellie let you.

Ellie watched you the entire time, her gaze sharp even through the haze of pain and exhaustion. She didn’t trust you, of course she didn’t, but she wasn’t in a position to push you away.

Your head rambled about everything that had happened for you to end up here, stitching the girl who killed tons of your soldiers, tons of your friends. But you weren’t Abby. You weren’t Isaac. You could be better.

Helping her should have been a one-time thing. You should have walked away once she was stable. Let her figure it out on her own. But you didn’t.

You helped her get Dina and Tommy out of the city, navigating past WLF patrols, using your authority to cover their escape. You didn’t explain why, because you didn’t even knew it.

Ellie didn’t trust you. You could see it in the way she watched you, always waiting for a betrayal. But she still accepted your help, still leaned on you when she needed to.

When it was all over, when the city was behind you and the silence had settled in, Ellie spoke again. "So what now?"

You didn’t have an answer. You weren’t a Firefly. You weren’t a WLF anymore, not really. "Guess I’ll figure it out."

Whatever you chose, Ellie knew, deep inside her chest, that this wouldn’t be the last time you saw each other. Perhaps, once the time passed, Ellie could thank you for everything you did.

[dr-paint]

Surprise.

[gingerpines]

more tlou x arcane anyone? (im allergic to happiness)

bonus incoming caitvi as dina and ellie