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Twenty Years Later: Joel Miller x F!Reader - Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fourteen: Violent Innocence

Plot: A separated Joel and Y/n work different angles to try and best David and his men.

Word Count: 6.8k

Warnings: canon-typical violence, implied attempted SA, insinuated abuse, c*nnibalism, knives, guns, blood, wounds, language, loss of a child, ptsd, (16+)

A/N: This was a hard, hard chapter to get through, guys. If the quality of my writing isn’t up to its regular standard, it’s because it was truly emotionally taxing to write. I’ve also left out descriptions of certain events/discoveries/dialogue in an effort to keep the 16+ rating.

As always, this series is 16+ and I will not be adding anyone to the taglist who does not have their age/range in their bio. Gotta look out for younger eyes 👀

I advise everyone to take a breather, or just skip to the end of the chapter, if it’s too much to handle. Ep.8 was traumatizing and I don’t fault anyone for not wanting to put themselves through it again. I’m so looking forward to finishing out this series with y’all and the finale tonight. Thank you thank you thank you for your constant support and encouragement ☀️

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Unlike the movies, where the main character on the verge of death is miraculously returned to the living, Joel did not wake with a start. Still lost in the haze of blood loss, hunger and medicinal side effects, his eyes hurt to open. He registered the room, remembering being dragged down a flight of stairs and falling into a mattress.

One memory dripped down before the flood unleashed.

Ellie and Y/n.

Stay awake.

Men coming.

Leading them away.

Kill them.

The footsteps on the floor above startled Joel, the ticking clock and the realization that Ellie and Y/n were gone motivated him to roll off the bed. He stifled a groan, hurrying to his feet, clutching the knife that Ellie had placed in his palm. He wobbled his way to the rear of the room, falling against a water heater that could conceal him.

Joel listened for the footsteps over the blood pounding in his ears.

They crept through the room.

He waited…until the man finally passed the heater.

Joel couldn’t have possibly known that it was the same man who, five minutes before, had clubbed Y/n and ordered David’s men to shoot her and Ellie. But he slashed his knife through him as if he’d watched it happen.

After wrestling the man to the ground and assuring that he was dead, Joel rolled off him, wheezing for breath. He tried to gather his thoughts on his back. There were more men, all looking for him, Y/n and Ellie. They weren’t back yet, which meant they’d either been kidnapped or killed. Most likely kidnapped, so long as Ellie’s bite wound hadn’t been visible. Tortured, maybe, or worse.

Joel inhaled as deep as he could and began to drag his body across the floor towards the stairs. Towards his girls.

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Y/n leaned her head back against the concrete wall, wondering why the fuck there was a cage inside a kitchen.

She’d carried Ellie into it, the butt of David’s follower’s rifles pressing into her back as they forced her in. They’d both been stripped of their winter coats and weapons. She had yet to get any answers as to why they wanted them there or what they were planning to do to them. Ellie hadn’t woken up, leaving Y/n on her own to try every conceivable possibility to escape. None had succeeded.

David entered then, finally gracing Y/n with his holy presence. He pulled up a seat across from the cage, smiling politely.

“How is she?”

Y/n turned her head, indignant at the fact that David’s men had shot at them, caused Ellie’s injuries, and yet he had the nerve to inquire about her wellbeing.

David tried a different approach, “I know this all must be a bit strange…”

Y/n bristled, “I lived in Texas, I’ve seen a lot weird shit, but, uh,” Y/n took a look at her surroundings, “Yeah, a jail cell next to a butcher’s block is an unusual feature.”

“We only use it when necessary,” David held up two innocent hands, “I’d love to explain our community more to you, but it’d be nice to know your name first.”

“Beyonce,” Y/n answered without hesitation.

The preacher chuckled under his breath, “You’re very quick. Stepping in to portect your daughter, your…what, your husband? Boyfriend?”

Y/n had been interrogated so many times, had sustained so many injuries in FEDRA lockup, that there weren’t many tactics that could work on her. David trying to get a feel for her and Joel’s relationship was a waste of breath.

He sighed, tapping his hands against his knees in wait. “You know we’re not here to hurt you,” he said softly.

“Gee, I wonder where I would have gotten that idea,” Y/n retorted, “What with my fucking head splitting and my kid unconscious on the floor.”

“An unfortunate turn of events, yes,” David corrected her, “But we’re protective of our own. You can understand that, can’t you?”

Y/n didn’t move a muscle, staring David down, “Oh, yeah. We’re one and the same there,” she cracked a smile, vengeance practically dripping from her lips, “And that should scare you.”

David, however, only found her threats mildly amusing. He exhaled with a small laugh, Y/n rather preferred being underestimated. It caused people to leave their weak spots exposed. She was sure if she looked hard enough, she could find David’s.

Beside her, Ellie finally began to stir, drawing Y/n’s attention. She scurried to place her hands on Ellie’s back, helping the girl to sit up.

“Me and your mother were starting to worry you wouldn’t wake up,” David said.

Ellie’s vision was blurry and her entire body hurt, her words didn’t carry their usual edge as she told David, “Let us out.”

“Well, that’s certainly the goal,” David nodded, “Hungry?”

“Why are we in a cage?” Ellie hazily took in their surroundings.

“Because I’m afraid of you,” David gave the same calm smile he’d given Y/n, “You’re a dangerous person. You’ve certainly proven that. The others want me to kill you two for what’s happened.”

Y/n held Ellie steady as she got to her knees, neither of them particularly alarmed by David’s words.

He leaned forward, “Did you hear me say the others wanna kill you?”

“Yeah,” Ellie breathed.

“But I stopped them.”

“Fuck you,” Ellie said on behalf of both her and Y/n.

“Why don’t we just start with your name?” David asked once more.

Ellie didn’t miss a beat, “Eat shit.”

“Hey,” David’s voice rose, “Listen to me!”

As he got to his feet, Y/n did as well, coming to meet him at the cage wall as Ellie scurried to the far end of their prison. Y/n wanted to rip into him purely for startling the girl.

“You can’t survive on your own,” David continued, his eyes looking past Y/n to land on Ellie, “No one can. But I can help you,” his gaze finally flicked up, “Let me protect you two.”

“We don’t need your help or your protection,” Y/n enunciated every word clearly.

“And we’re not on our own,” Ellie added from behind Y/n.

David nodded, “Right. Your friend,” his face changed to accommodate faux concern one might use on a child, “And how is he?”

Behind her eyes, Y/n’s mind flicked to Joel, beads of sweat around his temples, breathing so frighteningly shallow, his tan skin deathly pale. She couldn’t admit to the fear pooling in her belly that against David’s men, Joel might have lost the fight.

“I can see how much you care about him, so I know it hurts,” David continued, l having broken Y/n and Ellie’s first line of defense, “But even so…you gotta face reality.”

David turned and began to circle the cage. Ellie and Y/n moved as one, Ellie crawling in the opposite direction and Y/n standing in front of her as a shield.

“That part of your lives, it’s ending,” David went on, finally stopping on the other end of the cage, “And what I’m offering you is a beginning. But if you can’t find a way to trust me, then yes,” his eyes scanned Ellie, “You are alone.”

Without another word, David walked off through a door in the kitchen, leaving Y/n and Ellie to themselves.

Y/n was on her knees immediately, holding Ellie’s face in her hands and checking her head.

“Definitely got your bell rung,” Y/n lightly ran a finger over the pink bruise at Ellie’s hairline.

“What the fuck do we do?” Ellie asked, unconcerned about her injuries.

“I’m trying to figure that out,” Y/n replied, stroking a quick hand over Ellie’s hair, “I’ve already tried to window up there,” she pointed to a small pane of glass above them, “I can’t break it. Guns are over there in the corner,” she gestured to the edge of the room. And I can’t-“

Y/n was cut off by Ellie, throwing her arms around her body. The girl pressed the side of her face into Y/n’s chest, her short breaths warming Y/n’s skin through her layers.

Of all the horrible memories Y/n carried from September 26th, 2003, there was one in particular that lived in her chest every second of every day. As she had clutched Sarah in her arms, with Joel trying to assess her mortal injuries, Sarah had tried desperately to speak. Her lips pressed together, only able to make a humming sound. Y/n had shushed her, telling her that it was okay, she was okay, they’d all be okay…and that had been the last of it.

Whatever Sarah had needed to say died on her lips, but lived on in Y/n’s mind. She had spent so long, playing the memory back, watching the girl’s mouth, listening to the buzz in her throat, unable to rest until she knew what she’d wanted to say in her final minutes.

It took her one year to figure it out, and twenty to accept.

Mom.

Y/n had failed Sarah just as Joel felt he had failed. She’d spent the last two decades telling herself she could have jumped in front of them, she could have yanked Sarah out of Joel’s arms, she could have attacked the guard…all things her brain knew there hadn’t been enough time for, but guilt and logic never agreed on anything. Y/n had begged God, the skies, the earth, the universe, anyone, for a second chance. For some miraculous, mind-bending turn of events to send her back to that day and save her daughter.

And as she cradled Ellie in her arms, pressing a kiss to the girl’s head, she knew her second chance lay not in the past, but in the future.

“We’re gonna get out of this,” Y/n said, speaking with a strength she hadn’t in twenty years, “I promise.”

David was right about one thing, they had to face reality.

Joel wasn’t coming to save them.

They were on their own.

And Y/n would be damned if she failed to save someone she loved again.

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Joel had tried to keep his violent side hidden from both Ellie and Y/n during their time together. He’d slipped with the FEDRA guard in Boston, remembering the terror in Y/n’s eyes as she’d watched him beat the young man to death. Whether or not he knew it, he’d tried from that moment on to be better.

But now, with their lives at stake, Joel didn’t care about better.

Every punch he drove into the raider’s face he had tied to the chair was pure rage, the only thing strong enough to keep him upright. The pleas of the bloody pulp of a man fell on deaf ears.

“Stop…stop, please…”

Joel rammed his fist against his cheek once more, silencing him.

“Leave him alone,” the raider who Joel had yet to touch urged from the other side of the room.

“You’re next,” Joel muttered, withdrawing the knife from his belt with a spine-tingling smirk.

“Please,” the man he’d been hitting begged, “I don’t know any girls.”

Joel was a human lie detector, having seen both the best and worst of humanity. He didn’t have to second guess whether it was the right decision to drive his knife into the man’s knee.

“Marco,” the guy tried to call, his voice strained from his screams of pain.

“No-no, no-no-no,” Joel cooed, his soft tone contrasting the roughness in which he pulled the man by his hair, “He can’t help you. You focus right here. Or I’ll pop your fuckin’ kneecap off.”

The man’s breath trembled as Joel gripped him, knowing that betraying David came at its own cost. “They’re alive,” he admitted.

The hope spread through Joel, but it couldn’t outmatch the anger that doubled at the thought of Y/n and Ellie being held and tortured. “Where?”

When Joel didn’t get his answer quick enough, he reached down and twisted the knife in the man’s leg.

“Ah! Fuck,” he squealed, “Fuck! Ah! The town!”

“WHAT TOWN?!” Joel screamed into his face.

“Silver Lake,” the man panted, wincing after.

Joel reached into his pocket, taking out his map and unfolding it.

“It’s not a real town name,” his victim said, his speech slow from the ache in his jaw, “It’s a resort.”

Now that was a word Joel hadn’t heard in a long time, “A resort?”

Feeling each precious second that Y/n and Ellie were still breathing slipping away, Joel removed his knife from the man’s leg and forced his mouth open, slipping the handle in. “You’re gonna point to where we are,” he held up the map towards the guy’s head, “And where your resort is. And it better be the exact same spot your buddy points to.”

Joel had a death grip on his hair, pressing their foreheads together and feeling his near-attacker’s body tremble with fear. Trying his best, the man aimed the blade at the map, pinpointing their location. Fear could always deliver results.

Joel sat back, examining the drip of blood that served as a marker. His body ached with exhaustion, but his chest felt the same pain it had for the last three months. The kind that was usually a precursor his panic attacks, except now, adrenaline was all that followed.

“That’s where we are,” the man whimpered, “I swear. Go ask him, he’ll tell you. I’m not lying.”

There had never been a question as to whether or not Joel would show mercy. These men had seen Ellie and Y/n, knew where they were being kept, they might have even laid hands on them.

Joel slid the blade into the man’s chest without a second thought.

Marco unleashed a string of expletives as Joel caught his breath.

“Why the fuck did you do that? He told you what you wanted,” Marco whined.

Joel took clumsy steps across the room, reaching for the lead pipe Marco had carried in with him that now lay across the couch.

“You motherfucker, fuck you,” Marco spat as Joel strode towards him, “I ain’t tellin’ you shit.”

“It’s okay,” Joel nodded empathetically, calling on the same disarming tactics he had in his days as a raider, “I believe him.”

In that moment, Joel wasn’t a monster.

He wasn’t the villain.

He was a father and a husband.

And he brought the pipe down with all the fury one could possess.

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Ellie was relentless.

“El,” Y/n insisted as the girl continued to try and pick the lock, “I already tried that.”

“Well, maybe you didn’t try hard enough,” Ellie replied as she tugged on it.

“Yes, ‘cause this is just so pleasant,” Y/n spread her arms out to the cage, “Look, we’re not getting out of here like that. We’ve gotta wait for him to slip up.”

Ellie looked over her shoulder, “What do you mean?”

“He thinks we’re two little lost lambs or sheep or whatever, all alone without anyone to protect us,” Y/n explained, “We’ve gotta wait for the exact right moment when he fucks up and gives us an opportunity.”

“Okay,” Ellie nodded before quickly turning back to the lock.

Y/n slapped her hands against her legs, “I just gave you the plan.”

“I thought I felt it jiggle,” Ellie insisted, shaking the lock a few more times before coming to a sudden stop and stumbling backwards towards Y/n.

Y/n caught her in confusion, “What?”

She followed Ellie’s line of vision across the room to the chopping block, falling south to the floor. Y/n’s stomach turned at the sight…

An ear.

An actual fucking ear.

In all his perfect timing, David entered just then, carrying a tray and sliding it under the cage walls. Two bowls of soup and a cup of water.

David followed Ellie and Y/n’s eyes down to the butcher’s block, frowning when he realized what they were looking. “For what it’s worth,” he gestured to the bowls, “This is just deer meat, I swear.”

Ellie and Y/n were separately connecting all the dots of why they were being held where they were. They could have been trapped anywhere in the town, their weapons stripped from them and beaten into submission. This was a purposeful choice.

“You’re going to chop us into little pieces,” Ellie stated.

“I’d rather not,” David answered, “Please, just tell me your names.”

Y/n forced herself to exhale, wondering how the hell he could be so focused on a trivial detail.

“If you wanna judge me-“ David shrugged.

“Judge you?” Ellie raised her voice to a scream, surging forward to grab the metal bars, “You’re eating people, you sick fuck!”

She kicked the tray across the floor, it landed under the chopping block. David backed away from her anger.

“Yes,” David replied, “There are only a few of us who know. But I would’ve told you, sooner or later. I guess sooner.”

“You’re a fucking animal,” Y/n seethed, finally finding the strength to speak.

“Well, yes, we all are,” David said, his sociopathic calm tone beginning to worry both Y/n and Ellie, “That’s sorta of the point,” he took in Ellie’s disgust, “It was a last resort. You think it doesn’t shame me? But what was I supposed to do? Let them starve? These people who put their lives in my hands, w-who expect me to keep them save, who love me?”

“Yeah, maybe,” Ellie shot back.

“You don’t believe that,” David shook his head, “I don’t think your friend would either. Didn’t he take another man’s life to save yours?”

“Your men fucking attacked us,” Y/n added, her tone sharp.

“He was defending himself,” Ellie replied.

“He was defending you and your mother,” David corrected, even though he was calling on Y/n, his eyes were locked on Ellie’s, “But you knew that. You see a lot. So do I. And you know what I see when I look at you?”

Y/n watched the conversation in wait, it was beginning to alarm her that he was focusing all his attention on Ellie.

“Me,” he continued, “You remind me of me. You’re a natural leader, smart…loyal. Violent.”

Ellie froze at his words, while Y/n took a step forward.

“Keep going and you’ll see how violent I can be,” she threatened.

“Now, see, your mother,” David gestured to Y/n but never once looked at her, “She is deeply afraid, faking her confidence with threats. But that’s not who she actually is. I could unlock this door, hand her her gun, and she still might not be able to do what she needs to to protect you.”

Y/n’s nostrils flared at the assumption that she wouldn’t break his neck to save Ellie.

“But you, on the other hand…” David continued speaking to Ellie, “If I let you out of that cage right now, put that knife of yours in your hand, you’d stick me in a second. You have a violent heart. And I should know…” David took slow steps towards the cage, his eyes alight, “I’ve always had a violent heart. And I struggled with it for a long time. But then the world ended and I was shown the truth.”

“Right…” Ellie muttered, “By God.”

“No,” David breathed, “By Cordyceps. What does Cordyceps do? Is it evil? No. It’s fruitful. It multiplies. It feeds and protects its children, and it secures its future with violence, if it must. It loves.”

Y/n’s blood heated to a boil, her cheeks warming with rage. Cordyceps had taken everything and everyone she had ever loved. It was the purest form of evil nature had ever created. She wanted to cut through David, whispering the names of all her lost family into his ear as she did.

But this wasn’t her opportunity.

“Why are you telling us all this?” Ellie asked, she still believed it was a conversation between three people.

“Because you can handle it,” David said, Y/n may as well have not even been in the room, “The way the others can’t. They need God, they need Heaven,” David took another step towards the cage, “They need a father. You don’t. You’re beyond that. I’m a shepherd surrounded by sheep, and all I want…is an equal. A friend.”

Alarms rang in Y/n’s head so loud, she thought they were real. But Ellie was playing the game that Y/n had told her to, and she couldn’t stop her.

“What about our friend?”

“Like I said, loyal,” David nodded before taking another slow step towards them, “I can tell the others to stop looking for him. They’ll spare him.”

Ellie looked up to Y/n, convincingly filling her eyes with hope, before looking back to David. Y/n quickly adjusted her expression to match, pretending as if Joel’s safety was the only thing that mattered.

“Really?” Ellie took a step forward towards David, “They’ll just let him go?”

“Yes,” David answered confidently, “If he leaves us in peace, they will just let him go.”

It wasn’t hard for Y/n to whip up some tears, taking a choking breath in and following Ellie towards the metal bars.

“They do what I tell them to do. They follow me,” David was getting closer and closer, his gaze fixated, obsessed with Ellie, “And they would follow us. Lord knows, I could use the help. I-“ he chortled, gesturing to below the chopping block, “Look what’s happened.”

David extended his hand, gripping one of the horizontal metal bars between him from Ellie and Y/n. They stared down at it, considering their options.

“Think of what we could together,” David said, his voice alive with passion, “As strong as we are. We’d make this place perfect. We’d grow, spread out. And we’d do whatever we needed for our people.”

Ellie reached to grab the other side of the bar, her hand perilously close to David’s. Y/n had to fight every instinct to rip her body behind her own.

“Imagine the life we could give them,” David said wistfully, moving his hand to slide over Ellie’s, “Imagine the life we could build.”

David may not have been watching her, but Y/n made effort to drop two tears down her cheeks and sniffle as if it was the most beautiful idea in the world…

“Oh,” Ellie whispered, reaching a nearly shaking palm up to David’s hand, hoping that Y/n sensed that the moment was upon them.

Ellie pushed David’s finger back, a sickening crack erupting in his hand. As he cried out in pain, Y/n dropped down to her knees, pulling him in by his belt and grabbing the keys off their hook. Unfortunately, he wriggled out of Ellie’s grasp and reached through the bars, grabbing Y/n by the throat and squeezing. Y/n gagged and choked as his fingers tightened, but she still held onto the keys.

Ellie struck a blow to David’s abdomen, causing him to drop Y/n and stumble backwards. In the sudden movement, Y/n dropped the keys to the floor and nearly fell. David was quick to come back, grabbing Ellie’s hair and slamming her face into the bars twice before throwing her down.

“You little cunts,” he seethed, picking up the keys from the floor, “Let’s see what I go tell the others now.”

Y/n coughed violently, earning each and every breath back, but bent over Ellie to make sure she was alright. The girl’s blood painted the floor of their cell.

“Ellie,” she said, crawling past Y/n and towards David.

David turned, “What?”

“Tell them Ellie is the little girl,” the girl crawled to the bars, raising her voice, “Who broke your fucking finger!”

“How did you put it?” David asked, his tone mocking them now, “Hmm? ‘Tiny little pieces?’”

He stormed out of the room, slamming it behind him and leaving Ellie and Y/n to contemplate their impending doom.

“Fuck,” Y/n whispered, rubbing her already sore neck and forming a plan in her dizzy head. “Okay, when they come in, I’ll take them and you fucking run.”

“No,” Ellie replied quickly, stumbling to her feet, “No, we-“

“You’re going to get the fuck out of here,” Y/n continued, emphasizing each of the last words, “And you’re going to run.”

“I’m not fucking leaving you,” Ellie yelled, shoving Y/n’s arms.

“And I’m not asking,” Y/n yelled back, feeling her fate slowly approaching. If it bought Ellie time, it was all worth it.

She gripped Ellie’s shoulders, wrenching her closer and locking eyes with her. “You. Run.”

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The snow outside had picked up, nearly blinding Joel as he trudged through the ice, clutching his abdomen the whole way.

He’d made it to Silver Lake, against all odds, but didn’t know the first place to look. He kept his good ear peeled, trying to listen for Y/n or Ellie’s cries, but the storm made that impossible. Leaned up against one of the resort’s buildings, trying to catch his breath, Joel tried to think clearly about his next move.

Then his eyes caught the trail of blood in the snow and logic went out the window.

Joel followed the crimson that led him to the building’s door. He broke the lock with the butt of his rifle and entered, clicking on his flashlight and drawing his pistol. He crept through the shed, bending down once to search under a table and finding only old clothes and useless supplies. Then, he spotted a nearly identical trail of blood leading into the next room.

All the while his heart thudded with fear, fear of failure.

Joel made no noise as he entered the room, shining his flashlight ahead to find what was left of one of their horses. They’d captured Y/n and Ellie while riding. The picture of their kidnapping was beginning to fill with color.

Joel shone his flashlight past the horse, finding tarps over equipment and…something…hanging on the other side. He moved around the animal’s body to get a closer look…

His stomach turned.

He had to fucking hurry.

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David stormed through the door with James right behind him. Ellie and Y/n scurried away from the cage’s front. Y/n hadn’t expected a second set of hands, it made her entire plan impossible.

“No! No! No!” Ellie screamed, pressing herself into Y/n’s body in fear.

David and James wrenched the two of them apart.

“Don’t you fucking touch her,” Y/n screamed at the top of her lungs, hoping someone might hear them and come running, “No!”

“Get off of me!” Ellie shrieked, kicking at both of the men, “Get off of me!”

If Y/n had been on 10, Ellie’s pleas dialed her up to 12. She picked up her entire body weight and let herself drop to the floor, bringing James with her. He stumbled, but regained his footing and dragged Y/n out of the cell, kicking and screaming.

“No!” Ellie yelled, biting down on David’s all-too-close hand.

“Ow,” the preacher cried out, but stayed undeterred in his mission. He pulled Ellie out of the cell.

Y/n wrestled against Jame’s firm grip, flailing her arms as she tried to reach around and scratch him. She’d tear him to pieces with her hands, if the chance came.

“You motherfucker,” she cried, trying to catch her leg on anything that might slow them down, but he lifted her onto the chopping block as if she was nothing. James held her hands down at her sides, giving Y/n the opportunity to spit in his face.

“Wait, wait,” Ellie begged as David dragged her towards the block.

“Shut up,” James growled, narrowly dodging Y/n’s head butt.

David lifted Ellie up and dropped her harshly on Y/n, knocking the wind out of the woman with Ellie’s weight. He forced Ellie’s hands into Y/n’s, lining the two of them up.

“Wait, wait, wait, wait,” Ellie begged, Y/n’s coughs sputtering in her ear, “Don’t! Don’t do it! Please, don’t do it!”

“You had your chance,” David spoke over Ellie as he raised the cleaver above his head.

In her struggle for oxygen, Y/n let out a final cry. For Ellie, for Joel, for her grand failure to save all of them.

This was how it ended.

“I’M INFECTED!”

Ellie’s words echoed off the walls, David simply scoffed at her.

“I’m infected,” Ellie said once more, her voice low, “And now so are you.”

David glanced down at the bite mark Ellie had put on his hand. Y/n caught it too, fighting the urge to smile. The girl was smarter and quicker than she or Joel had ever taught her.

“Roll up my sleeve, look at it,” Ellie insisted, “Look at it!”

Biting down on his lip in frustration, David slammed the cleaver down beside Y/n and Ellie’s heads, causing both of them to flinch away. He tugged Ellie’s right sleeve up, revealing the ever-present mark that Cordyceps had left on her.

“God’s will,” Y/n strained, smirking below Ellie.

James looked up at his leader in concern, “David…”

“No,” David shook his head, “No, she would’ve turned by now. This isn’t real.”

Unable to speak without them hearing her, but needing to signal Ellie that she was on board with the plan, Y/n squeezed the back of Ellie’s hand twice.

“It looks pretty fuckin’ real to me,” James continued.

Ellie pressed her hand back into Y/n’s.

This was their opportunity.

Ellie reached to her side, grabbing the cleaver and lodging it in Jame’s shoulder. Y/n threw the girl off and kicked both feet into David’s stomach, buying them a few precious seconds to escape. Bullets chased them as they flew through the door.

Y/n and Ellie ran through the rest of the kitchen, making it out into the dining room. They went from door to door, banging and pulling furiously. Nothing.

Hearing David’s footsteps down the hall, they rushed back into the kitchen to look for any weapons. Ellie reached into a wood burning stove, grabbing one of the crackling logs before Y/n shoved her out of the room and down behind a wall.

The kitchen door squeaked, announcing David’s presence. Without her gun, Y/n knew she didn’t stand a chance at going up against David, but she could buy time. She crawled away from Ellie, ignoring the girl’s frantic looks and moved behind a table, popping up once she heard David’s steps.

“You’re very determined,” David’s calm tone continued, even as he clutched the cleaver in his hand, “I’ll give you that.”

“What a parent won’t do for their kid,” Y/n shrugged, “Right, Father?”

As Y/n put a period on her sentence, Ellie stood up from her spot and threw the burning log at David, missing him and giving Y/n the chance to duck down and crawl away. Ellie had, however, succeeded in starting a fire that quickly began to eat through the drapes of the dining room. Ellie crawled back, spotting Y/n and hurrying in her direction.

“There’s no way out, Ellie,” David called, moving away from the rapid fire, “The doors are locked and I have the keys.”

While she couldn’t see the flames, Y/n could smell and hear them. They were spreading as if nature herself had started it.

“Ellie?” David called tauntingly, “Ellie.”

Y/n knew that if there was any chance for escape, it would only come for one of them. David would have to be preoccupied with something else to let anything slip through his fingers and that anything had to be Ellie. Reaching down into her boot, she remembered she still had her knife on her.

She drew a deep breath and begged for Joel, dead or alive, to forgive her.

It was the only option that ensured Ellie’s salvation.

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Joel couldn’t move fast in the snow, the winds threatening to shove his fragile frame down into the ice. With every step he fought, trying to see something, anything through the gust of snowflakes.

In his mind, he was begging and pleading with the universe to give him a sign, a direction..he felt more and more panicked with each passing moment that he was too late.

Joel walked a little quicker, ignoring the stabbing pain in his stomach.

He couldn’t lose them.

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“Ellie…” David called again, “I know you’re not infected. No one infected fights this hard to stay alive.”

Y/n belly crawled on the floor of the restaurant, away from Ellie and closing in on David’s voice. She clutched the knife in her sweaty palm.

“So…how did you do it?” David asked the room, “What’s the secret? Or are you just that fucking special?”

Y/n was near enough to the bar that she could see the panels swing open and Ellie’s legs trailing in. She was smart enough to try and find a true weapon.

“No one likes being humiliated, Ellie,” David continued his tirade, forgetting Y/n’s presence entirely, “You don’t know how good I am! You don’t know what I could have given you! If you had just let me!”

Y/n continued her army crawl before crouching behind the wall nearest to David, waiting for her perfect chance.

“Well, I have news for you,” the “pastor’s” tone softened back to its pulpit pitch, “None of us are dying today. You see, I’ve changed my mind. I’ve decided you do need a father, and your mother needs a husband.”

Y/n tightened her grip on her knife, waiting, waiting, waiting…

“So I’m gonna keep you two,” David promised, “And I’m gonna teach you.”

In her years, Y/n had heard and witnessed truly disturbing events. Nothing could have terrified her more than the sick headlines about corrupt preachers, using the Word of God as a deflection, coming to life in front of her.

Y/n leapt to her feet, spininning around the wall’s end and stabbing David’s shoulder from behind. The man cried out in pain, but didn’t fall as Y/n had needed him to. He faced her, swinging the cleaver past her before gripping her throat with one hand and shoving her up against the wall. Y/n struggled ferociously, speed kicking his legs until he dropped her. He wrenched her back, throwing her to the floor, and let one of the heavy dining tables fall straight onto Y/n’s abdomen. The pressure crushed her, stealing all the air from her lungs, and left her sputtering and choking for breath.

David leaned down, his lips grazing Y/n’s ear in a way that had only ever been reserved for Joel. “I’ll deal with you in a moment,” he growled.

Y/n was too breathless to speak and the table was too heavy for her to lift. It was almost guaranteed that David had cracked at least one of her ribs. She flailed about under its weight like a bug being crushed, frantically trying to escape.

With a lack of oxygen, her ears began to ring and her eyesight began to blur. From across the room, she could see David and Ellie’s figures fighting, with Ellie’s being shoved to the floor.

Y/n’s lips tried to form the girl’s name.

The corners of her vision began to darken just as David pinned Ellie down.

Her screams poured the air right back into Y/n’s lungs.

With strength only a mother whose child was endangered could have, Y/n strained to push the table off of her. She raised it enough to shimmy her abdomen out, letting it fall on her legs with a pained groan. She pulled and pulled her body out from under the surface, Ellie’s cries of terror giving her all the power she needed to roll the rest of the way. She grabbed her knife, stained with David’s blood and crawled across the floor.

David’s back was blissfully turned.

Ellie couldn’t see Y/n.

The flames were consuming the restaurant.

Y/n inched her way closer.

David said something Y/n couldn’t hear over the fire.

Ellie screamed louder.

Y/n reached her hand out, ripping David back by the collar, stabbing him in the chest with her knife and wrenching him off of Ellie.

Ellie reached above her head for the cleaver.

The rest passed in a set of thirty blood soaked seconds.

When it was over, Y/n stumbled to her feet, reaching down to pull Ellie up with her. The room was filled with a gagging smoke, the fames mere seconds from bringing the whole building down.

Y/n rushed them out through the kitchen, the back end was their best chance at escape. Down the hall were two large black doors, the lack of lock allowing Y/n to shove her and Ellie’s trembling forms out.

The cold air greeted their heated skin, both of them struggling to catch their breath. Y/n clutched Ellie to her as she maneuvered them down the stone steps and into the snow.

They both screamed as a pair of strong arms grabbed their bodies, tugging them backwards.

“No! Get off of me!,” Ellie shrieked, the reality of David’s death ceasing to exist under the strange touch.

“No! You fucking-“ Y/n tried to shove Ellie behind her, turning around and fighting hard against the figure before she even looked up.

Adrenaline somehow granted Joel enough strength to turn Ellie around in his arms and restrain Y/n’s hands.

“It’s me,” Joel coaxed as Ellie slapped his chest.

Y/n eyes turned up at the sound of his voice, meeting his eyes finally. “Ellie,” she breathed, awestruck.

“It’s me,” Joel repeated to Ellie, her hits finally stopping as she finally returned to reality. Joel took her face into his hand, cupping her cheek and drawing her gaze to him, “Hey, look…it’s me. It’s me.”

Ellie let out little whimpers as she took in his presence, miraculously in front of her.

Y/n ran her hands over Joel’s arm, in utter disbelief that he was actually there. His hand that rested on her back slid half an inch, the movement giving her the assurance that he was real. He had come for them.

“It’s okay,” Joel told Ellie, the girl mumbling and stuttering in shock.

Ellie didn’t think twice before looping her arms around Joel’s neck and burrowing her face into his shoulder. Y/n did the same, keeping one arm firmly around Ellie.

“It’s okay,” he promised once more, taking the full force of their embrace as if it were the very air he breathed. “It’s okay, babygirl,” he said to Ellie, “I got you. I got you.”

Y/n sniffled into Joel’s shoulder, feeling his hurried kiss press against her temple. She had gone from her most vulnerable to her most safe in the course of a single minute.

After a few seconds, wishing it could last longer, Joel pulled back to look at them both. He took in the blood on both their faces, there were big bruise marks on Y/n’s neck and she was clutching her stomach. He felt ashamed that he hadn’t been there sooner to spare them the pain of whatever they’d gone through.

“Okay,” Joel said softly, taking off his coat and wrapping it around Ellie’s shoulders.

Y/n finally noticed that Joel was carrying both his rifle and all three of their backpacks. She hurried to grab hers and Ellie’s, slipping one on her shoulder and carrying the other.

Joel and Y/n got on each of Ellie’s sides, wrapping an arm around the girl and setting off into the snow. The adrenaline began to fade in Joel’s body, weakening him once again till he was limping. The searing pain in Y/n’s chest ached with every breath, she had to time each inhale in between her steps.

But it didn’t matter to either of them. They locked their hands around each other’s arm, tightening their hold around Ellie, and took slow, unsteady steps towards the river.

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That night, they sought shelter in a different neighborhood, hiding in someone else’s former house.

Y/n and Joel sat upright against the freezing concrete wall, Ellie sleeping soundly between them. They each kept one hand on her as they had soothed her to sleep, but they kept their hold long after. They needed the physical reassurance that she was okay.

All day, Y/n had held it together as they journeyed as far from Silver Lake as they could. She was too determined to get the three of them the hell out of dodge to fall apart. It wasn’t until Ellie had fallen asleep, under the safety of Y/n and Joel’s protection, that the weight of what had almost happened to them fell onto her.

Joel felt the trembling from Y/n’s hand gently shake Ellie’s body. He peered across her into the dark, the moonlight catching on her face to perfectly illuminate the silent tears down her cheeks.

As she stifled her sobs, Y/n felt Joel’s fingers intertwine with hers over Ellie’s torso. She squeezed her eyes shut, his touch sending her emotions right over their edge.

Joel squeezed, trying to tell her that in the silence, in the pain, he was there. He was there for the first time in twenty years for her to lean on.

Y/n squeezed back, savoring the press of his calloused fingers into her palm. They had come so close to losing one another, but they were alive. They were alive, they were together and if that was the only thing they had to hold onto, they’d cling to it like life itself.

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[absurdthirst]

Claimed {Alpha!Joel Miller x Omega!F!Reader}

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 11.1k

Warnings: A/B/O dynamics, mentions of bonding/claiming, heats, suppressants, threats of death, cannon violence, fingering, begging, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, knotting, pregnancy, biting, oral sex (female receiving)

Comments: Saved by an alpha and his young charge in Kansas City, you are worried about the basic needs of your body when your suppressants run out. Leaving you to need an alpha, your alpha to claim you.

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You’re shaking when the flashlight shines in your face. Your hiding place is now discovered by people you can’t even see due to the bright light. “Please. Please don’t hurt me.” You plead, you haven’t eaten for a few days, too scared to move since you came down into the tunnels. Since Katherine wanted you dead for your part in her brother’s death, you have been on the run. It’s been terrifying. Being alone since you separated from Sam and Henry. You had turned in Katherine’s brother to get the meds you so desperately need but that backfired since KC fell to the rebellion.

You smell them, sensing an alpha, two betas and a scent you’ve never smelled before, making your brow furrow. You’re terrified of the alpha hurting you, maybe the betas will harm you until you hear your name. “Henry?” You gasp, recognizing your friend's voice. 

“It’s me. Me and Sam.” He tells you and the light is moved so you can see the group, and you struggle as you stumble to your feet.

Joel grips the gun even tighter, shaking his head half a motion before he catches himself. There’s something about your scent, or distinct lack thereof, that’s making him hesitate pulling the trigger. “Stay still.” He growls at you, watching in disbelief as Henry and Sam rush towards you as if you aren’t a threat. Why are you down here? Are you infected, are you hiding?”

“I- Sam! Henry! You’re okay!” You are relieved as you wrap your arms around your friend. “Thank God.” You sigh and stroke Sam’s cheek, glad he’s safe. You sign to him that you missed him, glad Henry had taught you some signs.

Sam beams and Joel growls, “are you fuckin’ infected?” He asks and you shake your head. 

“No. No. I’m not infected. I was hiding here from Katherine. Henry and I- she wants us dead. I got separated from them so I came down here, knowing it was Henry’s plan to come to the tunnels.” You explain, still shaking from exhaustion. You haven’t slept, too scared that you’d be found by Katherine’s men.

“Fuck, lighten up old man.” Ellie rolls her eyes at the alpha who is in charge of her protection. She moves forward to greet the new woman that has appeared in front of her, it’s been awhile since she’s been able to talk to another woman. “I’m Ellie.” She greets you, jerking her head back towards Joel. “He’s Joel, he’s okay. He’s an alpha but he’s not one of those alphas.” She wants you to feel comfortable, given the uneasy expression on your face.

You’re confused by her scent, a mixture of alpha, beta and omega. Like nothing you’ve ever smelled before. “I-” You swallow harshly, throat dry, before you introduce yourself. Glancing over her shoulder to see Joel lower his weapon, his dark eyes on yours. You lick your lips, “I’m - I’m an omega but I’m on meds. Well, until they run out.” You confess, knowing it’s risky to introduce yourself like this but you need him to understand you, especially if you are to get out of Kansas City alive.

“Shit.” Joel hisses, looking away from you in exasperation because he knows you being an omega is a complication he doesn’t need. It’s risky, traveling with an unbonded omega, when you run out of meds, any alpha for miles will smell you in heat. 

“She comes with us.” Henry immediately demands, making him roll his eyes and sigh after a long moment. 

“Are you hungry?” Joel asks you begrudgingly. He might not like it, but he won't starve you.

“Starving. I- I ran out of food a few days ago.” You admit and he sighs, reaching into his pack to toss the jerky he has left over to you. You moan when you bite into it, uncaring of chewiness when it’s something to eat. 

“She’s coming with us.” Henry repeats when he sees the look in Joel’s eyes. 

It takes him a moment, but he nods once, “let’s get moving.” He says and you lift your backpack onto your shoulder, following the group through the tunnel you collapsed down in when the exhaustion becomes too much.

Stumbling upon the abandoned, underground housing seems like a godsend and Joel agrees to stop until nightfall. You look exhausted and you probably need some water. It irritates him that he’s even thinking along those lines but the alpha instinct to protect and care for an omega is strong with you for some reason. He grunts as you collapse into a chair, having polished off the jerky and shoves a water bottle into your hand. “You don’t need to fall behind later on.” He warns you. “I will leave you.”

You nod, knowing how harsh alphas have become in this new world. You know it's dog eat dog and your omega nature makes it harder to survive. A lot of your peers are under the thumb of an alpha, unable to survive alone. You are trying to be different and look how it's worked out so far. You gulp down some water and your eyes are struggling to stay open. "Sleep." Joel orders and you shift to stand, gathering the bean bags to create a safe area for you to sleep, surrounded and you feel safe with the alpha watching over you.

“She’s good.” Henri leans forward in his chair and promises Joel. “She’s a good person, a good omega.” He pauses for a second. “She doesn’t need to be treated badly, there was enough of that under FEDRA here.” He looks over at you, already asleep and then over at where Ellie and Sam are giggling together. “It’s been a long time since I’ve heard that sound.” He tells Joel, making the alpha glance over at the kids with a sense of melancholy. 

Glancing back over at you before looking down at his hands, Joel sighs. There was a time when being around omegas was easier, when he was less abrasive, but that died the day he failed to protect his baby girl. The little girl who had just presented as an omega right before the world had gone to shit. “Once we get out of the city, what you do is up to you.” He tells Henry, frowning slightly at his own words. The smell of comfort and peace drifts from your little nest of beanbags and he wonders when the last time you exuded that scent was.

Henry sighs, telling Joel about Katherine's brother. "Sam had leukemia and I- I had to get him the medicine he needed. FEDRA wanted more. So I gave them Katherine's brother. He was a good man, a great man. She - she needed her meds to suppress her scent and she backed up my story. Katherine wants us both dead. Still think I'm the good guy?" Henry scoffs, crossing his arms.

Joel can’t answer that. Not realistically. Not when he knows he would have done anything to keep Sarah safe and healthy. Has already killed to protect Ellie. His eyes slide away from Henry’s guiltily and he taps his finger on the table. “We should go.” He huffs after a moment, watching as you continue to sleep. “We now have to sneak an omega out of the city too.”

You whimper when someone shakes you gently to wake you up. You look up to see Ellie standing there, her eyes soft and comforting enough that you aren't scared. "We are leaving." She says and you nod, sitting up. You feel rested despite the short amount of time you've been asleep. "Let's go." You say as you swing your pack over your shoulder. Joel swings the door open, walking ahead and you follow, trying to keep quiet.

Joel’s hackles are raised, eyes cautious for any sense of danger. Overly protective now that an omega is in the group. He huffs to himself, keeping himself closer to you and Ellie, naturally puffing up slightly. “How many pills do you have left?” Joel asks, knowing that his own rut is long overdue and if you are close to running out, he needs to get away from you as soon as possible.

You bite your lip as you stay close to him, instinct driving you to be with him. “About three months. I managed to ration them, cut them in half so my scent isn’t completely concealed but it keeps my heat at bay.” You reveal and Joel nods, knowing that it won’t last forever and eventually, you’ll have every damn alpha in the Midwest after you. You eventually come to the end of the tunnel and Henry is cocky as he says his plan worked…until the bullets start to fly.

“Get down!” Joel grabs you and Ellie, pulling you towards the abandoned cars for cover. Henry starts to freak out, taking Sam and trying to run away. “What are you doing? Get down!” Joel shouts, pulling his gun out and looking over the hood of the car. Bullets spray around Henry's feet and they run back towards you and the safety of the car.

Your heart pounds in your ears as Joel tells Ellie the guy has shit aim and he’s gonna go take him out. You are shaking, knife in hand that you grabbed from your boot, and you watch Joel ask Ellie if she trusts him. The girl nods and you know you trust him too. You swallow harshly, terrified as the bullets keep flying…until they stop. When you hear the cars, you barely hear Joel shouting “run! Run!” and you sprint with Ellie’s hand in yours, Sam and Henry not too far behind you.

Joel keeps his eyes focused on you and Ellie as the group with Kathleen pulls up. Chambering another round and keeping it ready as she makes her way out of the truck and implores you and Henry to come out. The truck he had killed the driver in is on fire, making him aware that his options for getting Ellie out of this situation are slowly starting to dwindle. He growls, narrowing his eyes as he focuses on Kathleen’s head. He’ll kill her. Then they will scatter.

You huddle behind the car with Ellie and Sam, Henry standing up and you can’t let him sacrifice himself. “Wait!” You stand up, holding your hands up. “You can’t kill Henry. He has Sam. He can’t - he has family. If you’re going to kill someone, kill me.” You order and Kathleen’s finger hovers over the trigger. You brace yourself for the bullet, knowing that you have fared well for an omega in this world. Kathleen turns around when she hears the truck disappear into the ground and your eyes widen when the stalkers start to rush out. “Shit!” You shriek, running to grab Ellie and keep her safe.

Joel’s heart is pounding in his chest, firing shot after shot, afraid that he might not be quick enough. The group of soldiers that are with Kathleen quickly turn their weapons on the rushing horde, but there are too many of them. All manner of infected leaping out of that pit as Joel keeps Ellie and you in his sights and takes out the dangers around you.

“Shit. Shit. Shit.” You curse when you see Ellie trapped in the car. You are trying to open the door while trying to fend off any stalkers that come at you and when you hear the growls, you spin and see them taken out by a bullet from above. “Ellie! Quick, take my hand.” You order when you manage to get the door open and you’re running only to see Henry and Sam under the car. You drag the stalker off of Henry, stabbing it quickly and you push the body aside, trying to get to Sam. “Quick. Quick. Run!” You order when Ellie manages to kill the stalker and the four of you run towards the bridge.

Joel meets up with the four of you, checking to make sure that Ellie is okay before he turns towards you and the Betas. “Are you okay?” He demands, making you nod quickly. He ignores the need to reassure you, hating that he feels that way and looks back towards the flickering light of the fires. “We need to get farther away.” He tucks the rifle up on his shoulder and starts to move quickly, knowing its best to put distance between you and the horde of infected in case some came this way instead of going into the city. Kansas City is about to fall.

“Stop!” Kathleen approaches and you move to step in front Ellie. Joel’s fingers twitch and you try to be brave. Ellie and Joel don’t deserve to pay for your mistakes. She doesn’t get a chance to continue when she’s jumped on and torn apart. “This way now! Move!” Joel shouts and your heart pounds as you run away from the massacre. 

****

You lean against the wall, exhaustion seeping into your bones while you listen to Ellie and Sam read the comic book together. Joel looks exhausted and Henry breaks the tension by asking “you think they’ll be okay?” 

Joel nods, “yeah, I think. It’s easier when you’re a kid anyway.” Joel looks over at you, swallowing harshly before he looks back at Henry, “you don’t have anybody else relying on you. That’s the hard part.” 

Henry nods, “well, I guess we’re doing a good job then.” 

Joel nods, glancing back at you, “what’s that comic book say? Endure and survive?” He asks and Henry confirms it. 

“That shit’s redundant.” You snort and Joel nods, “yeah, it’s not great.” 

The quiet huffing of amusement passes and Joel sighs, “look, I don’t know how I’m getting to Wyoming, I’m probably walkin’ but, you know, if you want to.” 

Henry nods, “yeah. Yeah. I think it’d be nice for Sam to have a friend.” 

You bite your lip, “what about me?”

Joel frowns as he stares at you for a moment. His jaw tightening when he smells the wave of apprehension and fear pouring out of you. He knows what an unbonded omega can expect out here. You would be abused, mistreated by any alpha that came across you. You are capable, he’s seen that, but you need an alpha to protect you. He sighs softly after a moment. “All three of you.” He tells you. “I won’t touch you. Don’t worry. I don’t- you’ll be safe with me, with us.” He snorts. “Or as safe as you can fucking get nowadays.”

You can’t deny that you’re relieved and you nod, offering him a soft smile, “thank you, alpha.” You address him formally, wanting him to know how much you appreciate it. 

“Get some sleep.” Joel says, his stomach twisting at hearing you call him ‘alpha’ and he watches as you lay down to curl up around yourself. 

****

You wake up to Ellie screaming, fumbling to sit up just as she comes running out of the bedroom with Sam trying to bite her. “No!” You cry, hating that Sam was infected and you see the look on Henry’s face. He fought so hard to protect his brother, he did what he had to do, and in the end, it’s all been for nothing. 

“Joel!” Ellie screams and Joel holds his hands up when Henry grabs the gun. Shooting the floor when Joel tries to help Ellie. 

“Henry! Please!” You beg, knowing what needs to be done. Henry shoots Sam seconds later and you choke on the sob, holding your hands up when Henry aims the gun at you and then at Joel, switching between you.

His heart pounding, Joel hates that he can’t do anything. Helpless as Henry sways slightly holding the gun, eyes frantic. “Henry, give me the gun.” He urges quietly, edging towards him. He’s seen that look too many times. “Give me the gun Henry. Just give it to me.” His hands are still up and he’s trying to keep his voice calm, betas don’t respond to commands like an omega would. 

“What have I done?” Henry asks, looking at you desperately, and Joel swallows. 

“Give me the gun.” Henry shakes his head and lifts the gun up. “Henry no!” Joel cries right as Henry pulls the trigger and Ellie cries out again, making Joel close his eyes in defeat, failing again at protecting people.

You feel sick, losing your close friends in a matter of seconds has you rushing across the room to throw up, hands shaking and you know Joel and Ellie are affected. "Oh my God. Oh my God." You keep muttering, in shock as you stand up and you watch Joel make sure Ellie is okay before he's crossing the room to grab your shoulders.

"Are you okay? Are you hurt?" He asks and you shake your head, "I- I'm okay." You tell the alpha, his scent soothing you and you wrap your arms around him, pulling him close so you can breathe him in.

Joel stiffens but he doesn’t pull away from you, knowing you need the comfort of his classification for the moment. Ellie is too shocked to smirk when he awkwardly puts his arm around you so he can rub your back. He feels guilty, wishing he had demanded that everyone be searched after the attacks, just in case. He could have talked Henry through the acceptance of losing Sam rather than the abrupt loss. “I’m sorry.” He manages, knowing they were your friends. “I- I’m going to bury them.” He promises, feeling the brothers deserve that at least.

You want to stay in his arms, feel that comfort that only an alpha can give you but he’s not your alpha, he’s stiff and awkward when you pull back. “Sorry.” You murmur and he clears his throat, turning towards Ellie to guide her out of the hotel room and away from the bodies. 

****

You sniff when you see Ellie place Sam’s board down on his grave with the word ‘sorry’ written on it. You glance back to see Joel waiting for you and you wipe your eyes, adjusting your backpack as you make your way across the country to Wyoming.

Joel walks silently for a long time, everyone lost in their own thoughts as the miles from the motel increase. He has questions, plenty of them, but he doesn’t voice them. Knowing that right now isn’t the time. Instead he glances around, looking for signs of game. There’s another mouth to feed and he wants to make sure that you have enough since it’s been a few days since you’ve had anything more than the jerky he had tossed you.

The walk is long and you try to keep up with your meds, rationing them to stretch them as long as possible but as the days turn into weeks, you’re starting to panic. The fall turns to winter and the snow is heavy this year, making you shiver under the coat Joel had given you. He found another coat but you love this one, how it smells like him, giving you comfort during the arduous journey. The relationship between you and Joel is tense, both of you fighting your instincts and trying to keep your composure for Ellie’s sake. It would be easy to give in but it would only lead to complications. The alpha is tough, emotionally stunted, and stubborn, but you see how he is with Ellie. The softness in his eyes for the girl. You can understand it, having grown affectionate for her. She is a wonder. Not alpha, not omega, not beta. She’s a perfect combination of all three. Her scent is muted and she bears the best of each status, like fire and ice. A juxtaposition in one little girl who plans on being the solution to all your problems. A cure to your status. A world where every person is equal regardless of their composition. It’s beautiful and you hope she’s right, that she could be their cure to a never ending biological battle.

“We need to find somewhere to shelter.” Joel grunts out, feeling the temperature dropping. There is a storm coming, he can feel the heavy ache in his knitted together knuckles at the joints that remind him how fucking old he is. Too old to be your alpha, as much as he craves it. Every day it’s getting harder to resist the lure of your scent, to stay away from you. You are kind and gentle, although there is a stiffness to your spine that he admires. You ensure and bear the hardship of this journey without complaint, and he hasn’t missed you slipping Ellie some of your own meal when there’s not enough to completely fill the girl’s stomach. He watches you, while you’re sleeping, hearing your whimpers and it makes him want to crawl into the sleeping bag he had given you. The pride of you curling into his scent and being comforted by it makes his need to care for you roar to life. “We need a fire. Snow’s coming in.”

You nod, glancing up at the sky. It’s been a long day, the wind has been brutal, hitting you in the face, and Joel is quick to find a cave near the river for you to settle in. You pull the coat closer around you, watching Joel start the fire, and you remember you need to take your meds. Pulling the last packet out, you curse, fumbling with the packet to find one last pill. “Shit. Shit.” You hiss and Ellie looks over at you, “fuck. I- I’ve run out.” You want to cry, certain that you had another week if you rationed and you know you’re screwed. In the middle of nowhere, without your meds, and you know you’re going to go into heat soon. “Shit.” You sob, knowing this is going to a hellish time.

Joel closes his eyes, knowing he needs to find better shelter for you than this cave. If you are out of meds, you will have a hellacious heat the first time. It would beckon any alpha for miles. An open cave is not where he wants you. “Heat up some snow for water.” He orders Ellie, picking up the gun again. You will need plenty of nutrients for the heat and he needs to see if there is anywhere around that would be better. “I’ll be back.” He raises his eyebrows at Ellie. “Get your gun out. Anyone but me comes, you shoot them.” He orders.

You cry, hating that you have run out of meds. You feel vulnerable and you know you’ll be surviving this heat alone. “I’m sorry.” Ellie says, holding her gun as she keeps watch while Joel heads out. 

“I- it’s okay. It’s just- I - I hate being an omega. I hate being this weak. I wish I could be stronger.” You feel sorry for yourself, knowing that you’ll need Joel’s sleeping bag and coat for his scent and you breathe it in from your coat, feeling a little calmer.

“What?” Ellie makes a face at you. “You aren’t weak. You are so strong.” She insists, turning towards you and cocking her head. “You have walked hundreds of miles with a strange alpha and even from the beginning, you trusted him. You take less food than you need when you think I’ll be hungry and you are not even a little irritated with me when I talk and talk and talk.” She rolls her eyes and grins at you. “Unlike him. But you are strong. You can’t help your heats, no more than alphas can help their ruts.”

Her words make your heart swell and you smile, “thank you, El.” You feel better from her words and you stand up, wanting to help by heating up the snow so you can have some water to drink. You pull Ellie in for a quick hug, “thank you, sweetheart.” You inhale her neutral scent and step back to get to work. “For the record, I think Joel likes your puns.” You tell her, making her smile and you are both quiet until Joel returns.

Joel has a pair of rabbits in his hand, holding them by the ears but there is something much more important. “Grab your packs.” He orders, immediately moving over to the fire to put it out. “I found a cabin. It’s- the roof is solid and the walls are thick.” He looks over at you with a knowing expression. “It has a bed and plenty of blankets.”

You want to kiss him in appreciation but you scramble to get your pack, Ellie following so you can make your way to the cabin. You can feel the tightness starting in your stomach and your clothes feel too tight, your brow starting to sweat as your heat starts to creep in, too long with too little medication has made it burn through your system. “We gotta go.” You rasp, needing to strip down and start nesting. “Now.” You tell Joel, knowing he can smell the change in you.

“Shit.” Joel hisses, nodding and picking up his pace through the snow as he treks back to the cabin he had found. He had already started a fire when he had checked it out, knowing it was perfect. The fireplace was in the middle of the cabin so it would keep the room you holed up for your heat warm. Now he just needs to get some food into you before you need to nest and he has to keep himself sane and try not to touch you. “Come on. It’s not far.”

You are feeling the ache, making it harder to walk, but you push yourself, knowing that you can’t just collapse in the damn snow. Joel’s back is rigid and you sigh in relief when you arrive at the cabin, entering and exhaling when the warmth of the fire immediately hits you. “I need to-” You shrug off his coat, working on stripping down to your t-shirt and leggings that you have on under your jeans. It’s still too many clothes but you can’t just strip off in front of Joel and Ellie.

“Ellie, go help her.” Joel urges, closing the door and barring it so he can get the food over the flames. You need to eat before it gets too bad. He knows he will have to go out to hunt often. For you, since you will require more food while you are nesting, and to keep from smelling your intoxicating pheromones all the time. “Get her ready. Take my sleeping bag too.”

Ellie is unsure of what to do but you are frantically pulling at your clothes until you’re in your underwear. Ellie grabs Joel’s sleeping bag and puts it down for you alongside your own on the bed. You grab the pillows, working fast to create a nest, grabbing Joel’s coat to put it in the nest. “I’ll be okay, El.” You promise, getting yourself comfortable.

“O-okay. I’m gonna- I’m gonna go out to Joel.” The younger girl is backing out of the room, unable to do anything more and she is wildly uncomfortable with the entire idea of a heat. Regular periods already suck, but she feels sorry for the pain you are going to go through. “I’ll get you water, too.”

As soon as the door is shut, you strip out of your underwear, your hand sliding between your folds to find you soaking wet and you can’t stop the moan of relief that escapes your lips when you rub your clit. Joel’s scent is surrounding you and while it’s not him, it’s enough for now. “Fuck.” You pant, rubbing your clit a little faster, wishing it was Joel, imagining his calloused fingers and his gruff voice telling you how good you are for him.

Ellie comes out of the bedroom, shutting the door behind her. “She’s about to get bad.” She tells Joel, making him grunt as he turns the rabbits over the flames. He can smell the arousal and need pouring off of you, making his cock harden even as he tries to ignore the way that your scent is calling to him. He had promised you that he wouldn’t touch you and he meant it. Even if he had to go jerk off every hour, he wouldn’t touch you.

You bite your lip to smother your moan when you cum from rubbing your clit. The relief only soothes you for a few moments before the need flares to life again. You hear the knock on the door and you cover yourself up so Ellie can bring in the food. “Thank you. I- I need you to go into the room furthest away from this one. I don’t want you to hear me. I- I won’t be myself.” You tell her and she nods, setting the container of water down. As soon as she’s gone, you force yourself to eat, your hands shaking and your cunt dripping as the urge to touch yourself is almost overwhelming. The rabbit bones are pushed aside and you wipe your hands before your fingers push back into your pussy, a loud moan escaping your lips as you fuck yourself with your fingers, your skin is gleaming with sweat and you swear your heat has never been this intense.

Joel clenches his jaw and closes his eyes, hearing the needy moan coming from the room and his fists curl in on themselves. Blowing out a sigh, he takes a deep breath, pulling the air in from his mouth so he doesn’t smell your pheromones as strongly. You are already filling the cabin with your mouth watering scent. “Shit.” He hisses, feeling his cock twitch again, already straining at his jeans. “Fuck, I’ll be back.” He growls, standing and grabbing the rifle as he flees the cabin so he can find some relief.

Ellie decides to take her leave in one of the back rooms away from yours, not wanting to invade your privacy. You pant, curling your fingers but it’s not enough. It’s never enough. You need an alpha. You need Joel. You whine, reminding yourself that it won’t happen but your mind runs wild, imagining him coming into your room, stripping off and sliding his cock inside of you, knotting you. “Oh fuck. Joel.” You choke as you cum around your fingers, unaware that he’s jerking off outside in the freezing cold, having hoped the cold would get rid of his erection but he is still hard even as his cum spills onto the snow. “Oh God.” You whine, rubbing your clit while your fingers are buried deep, using two hands in hopes of satiating the heat curling in your belly.

Joel growls as he tucks his still hard cock back into his pants. It hasn't helped much but he doesn’t feel like he’s about to crawl out of his skin. Huffing from the cold, his breath shows in the air. He should hunt, but his instinct is to keep close to you so he stomps back into the cabin to shut the door and feed more logs onto the fire.

You’ve lost track of time. It could have been hours, maybe days. Ellie has brought you food and water, and cool rags to wipe yourself with, but the sweat still pools on your skin. You’re almost delirious with need, your hands aching and you can’t bring yourself to make yourself cum again. You need an alpha. You can’t deny it anymore. “Joel.” You call out, voice cracking. “Joel. Please. I need you.” You beg, needing to feel something, anything.

His chest puffing up in pleasure, Joel tries to deny that he had been anticipating this. He had melted more snow to bathe with, cleaning up for the omega in heat. Unknowingly preparing himself but still he shakes his head and closes his eyes. “You- you don’t mean that. It’s just the heat, omega. Be calm.” He orders you softly through the door, his fingers nearly digging into the wood as he stands there.

His words, his voice, soothe you for a moment until the ache flares. “No. No. Don’t go. Please. I- I need you. I need you so much Joel. Alpha, please. Please. I need you. My alpha.” You plead, thrashing in the nest you made as his scent lingers in the fabric.

Joel shudders, his entire body flooded with pleasure at being called your alpha. His control slips slightly and his hand moves down to the knob. “I- you don’t - you’re not thinking clearly.” He pants out, his heart pounding in his chest and his own pheromones flooding into the air. “I- I can’t- it’s been so long since I’ve had an omega.” He confesses, knowing he would never be able to pull out of you. He wants to knot you too badly, to fill your aching cunt with his seed.

“I know I need you. I need you now. Please alpha, it hurts. I can’t - nothing is working. My hands hurt.” You sob, growing more desperate for him by the second as you push your fingers back inside of you but your wrist aches, making it hurt. You know that Tess was an alpha, both of them taking their needs out on each other without the emotional danger. “Please Joel. Alpha. I need you.” You beg, smelling his pheromones and another wave of slick coats your hand as you try to make yourself cum.

His cock throbs in his jeans and his head hits the door with a thud. The sound of you whining is gorgeous, making him start to turn the handle but he stops. Turning around and making sure the cabin door is locked and barred takes precious few minutes but his entire body is primed, listening to the sounds of your fingers plunging into your cunt and your moans of his name. He grabs the water bottle and bursts through the door of your room.

When he enters the room, your entire body cries for him, aching and you keep pushing your fingers into your cunt as his scent floods the room. He slams the door behind him and tosses the water bottle down, striding over to the bed and he pulls your fingers out of your cunt, making you whine. When he replaces them with his own, you moan loud in relief, tossing your head back as you cry out, “yes! Alpha!”

Joel groans when he feels how wet you are, his fingers immediately soaked with you and squelch as he pumps them deep into your needy cunt. “I’m here, this what you need, omega? You need an alpha to take care of you? To fuck you until you scream?”

“Yes. Yes. I need you. I need you alpha. I can’t - it’s not enough. Never enough.” You whine, delirious as his fingers already make you feel better than you did before he came in the room. “Fuck. Oh fuck.” You whine, hips rolling up to meet his fingers as he pumps them faster. “I’m gonna - oh. Oh.” You gasp, eyes rolling into the back of your head as he makes you cum for the first time.

Joel hisses as your walls clamp down on his fingers. You’re so fucking tight, imagining that you’re going to feel even better when his cock is inside you. When his knot is inside you. “Give me another.” He demands, pulling his fingers almost completely out so he can add a third finger. “Give me one more and I’ll fuck you.” Joel promises, wanting to make sure you are nice and prepared for his cock, “be my good omega.” He coos, watching you whine and preen when he calls you his.

It’s too much and yet not enough, making you pant as his fingers stretch you out like you’ve desperately needed. “Alpha. Oh fuck.” You whine, reaching up to squeeze your own breasts when he presses his thumb to your clit, those thick digits twisting inside of you. “Yes!” You cry, almost sobbing as you clamp down on his fingers again, soaking his wrist with your slick.

“Good girl.” Joel growls, curling his fingers one last time before he pulls them out of your warm, wet cunt. “Can I enter your nest, omega?” He’s aware that you are calling for him, but this is your space, your comfort is priority. Most alpha snow didn’t observe the customs of pre-outbreak but he wanted you to control this. “Will you let me take care of you, sweet girl?”

You reach for him, hands shaking a little with the need still overwhelming you. Yes, he’s made you cum twice but it’s not enough. You need to feel him surrounding you, inside of you. “Please, alpha. I need you. Come here.” You beg, patting the pillows and blankets you have gathered around yourself, most of it with his scent but it’s nothing like the real thing. He strips off and you eagerly watch, his shirt coming off then his jeans and finally his threadbare boxers. You are all wearing worn clothing now, but when he’s naked, your mouth waters. “So - so beautiful.” You gasp in awe of the strong alpha Joel is. He’s a paradox. A strong man, capable, and yet he asked to enter your nest when most alphas would’ve already been pushing inside of you. He’s soft and caring yet fierce and unforgiving.

Joel climbs into the nest of blankets and pillows you’ve created, groaning at how you are already spreading your legs and inviting him inside you. “I cleaned up, omega.” He promises, knowing that some might not have taken the time, but he didn’t want to risk your health. Hovering over you with his cock hanging between you, he leans down and presses his lips to yours.

You moan into the kiss, tangling your fingers in his hair to try and pull him closer. His cock is pressed against your thigh and it’s not close enough. His tongue slides against yours and you reach between you to wrap your fingers around his cock, pumping him.

“Stop.” He commands, his tone rough. He knows he will cum if you touch him too much. It’s been so long since he has filled someone, even longer since he had had an omega. He doesn’t want to disappoint you. “Let me take care of you, omega. You just lay back and let me make you feel good.”

You nod, letting go of his cock and he shuffles to kneel between your legs, gripping his cock to guide himself to your entrance. He slowly pushes into you, making you moan at the stretch, the connection is instantaneous but you don’t mention it, knowing he will withdraw from you, physically and emotionally. “Alpha.” You sigh in relief when he is fully inside of you.

Joel groans, closing his eyes and feeling the shift in your pheromones. You change from desperate and needy to pleased, the sweet scent of it filling your nest. “I’ve got you.” He promises. “I’ll take care of you.” He grinds his hips deeper before he starts to slowly withdraw. He knows you need to cum again, your heat demanding it. His hand slides down your thigh and he pulls it up onto his hip. “Such a good omega for me. Letting me take care of you.”

You cling to him, nails digging into his shoulders as he starts to move inside of you. "Oh fuck, alpha. Joel." You pant, feeling the fire that threatened to consume you dampen a bit. The slow way he moves inside of you is tearing you apart, piece by piece, and you tilt your head so you can kiss along his jaw and down his neck, wanting him to feel the same way.

He knows that it’s been a long time since you’ve had a heat, since you’ve had sex, so he keeps the pace slow. Knowing that he could easily hurt you and he doesn’t want to do that. Too often omegas get caught up in the desperation and the alphas are uncaring and they injure the omegas they are supposed to be comforting. He had never understood that mentality, while he was harsh in many ways, he would never abuse an omega like that. “Good girl.” He coos in your ear, voice slipping into something smoother, lower pitched. “You’re going to take my knot and then feel so full, aren’t you? That what you want?”

His voice makes you shiver and you wrap your legs around him, trying to push him deeper. “Fuck. Yes alpha. That’s what I- I want. I need it. I need you to knot me.” Your voice is whiny, displaying the need you have for him. “I need it over and over again.” You pant, his hips pushing against yours when he buries himself deep on each thrust. Your stomach twists as he pushes you higher, slow grinds making you pant, and you eventually fall over the edge with a soft cry of his name, clamping down on his cock.

“Shit.” He hisses, leaning down and pressing his nose against your scent gland, inhaling the scent of your pleasure as he rocks into you. Working you through the first of many times you will fall apart on his cock before you are done with your heat. Often days are spent in the nest when a heat is on, the alpha caring for the omega and making sure that they are not neglecting  themselves. It’s been a long time since he has wanted to do that. Since his ex wife. He hadn’t bonded with her because they were so young and she had left him for another alpha shortly after Sarah had been born. He had never gotten attached to another omega since then. Until you.

You moan at how good it feels, the ache abading for a moment so you can properly breathe. "Fuck baby." You murmur, caressing his back, "alpha. Taking - taking such good care of me already." You sigh, burying your face in his neck to breathe him in. The smell of smoke and whiskey combined with the strength of Joel has you clenching around him, the need returning within a few moments of your orgasm. You won't be fully satisfied until he knots you.

“I’ve got you, I’ve got you, sweet girl.” He moans, his tongue tracing your gland as he rolls his hips. Shifting onto his side so he can slide one hand between you. Finding your clit with the rough pads of his fingers to rub tight circles on the sensitive nub. “You’re doing so good. So good for me. Taking me perfectly. Gonna knot you, make you feel even better.” He rambles.

“Shit, I - I - fuck. Alpha.” You whine softly when he rubs your clit, making you clench around him, and you pant as he starts to rock into you once more, the new angle making him hit even deeper inside of you. “Oh God.” You moan, heels digging into his ass as you try to push him deeper with each rock of his hips, his hand trapped between you.

Turning his head, Joel kisses you. Absorbing your whines and mewls as his tongue slides into your mouth, loving how you are responding to him. A part of him had feared that he had changed too much, given up too much of his soul to be a good alpha for an omega. You are wonderfully pliant under him, giving him so much of yourself as he works his cock deeper and deeper, feeling the base of his cock starting to swell as he gets closer to knotting you.

You are getting close again, feeling his knot starting to catch inside of you, and you desperately want him to fill you up. Neither of you are thinking about the consequences of him fucking you raw like this but you can’t bring yourself to care, just needing him to fill you up. “Baby. Oh Alpha, I - I’m gonna -” You choke when he hits just right and makes you cum again, soaking him and making you throw your head back to expose your neck to him.

The urge to mark you, to bond you to him is nearly overwhelming. Making Joel growl as he picks up his pace. Instead of grinding into you, he starts thrusting harder, driving his cock deeper in an effort to push his expanding knot into your narrow passage and lock you together for the next hour. 

“Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Oh fuck.” You pant, pushed through your orgasm as Joel starts to fuck you, making your eyes roll into the back of your head. “Yes! Yes baby. Oh God. Alpha. Cum for me. Please, need you to fill me up.” You beg, closing your eyes as you are pushed over the edge again.

He knows the basic biology of this, knowing that in order to make your heat as comfortable as possible, your body demands his seed. Nothing but that would truly make you feel good. There are a million reasons why he shouldn’t fill you up, but he can’t pull out of you. Pushing harshly when the knot starts to swell, feeling it slip inside you with a groan of your name.

You feel the relief when his cum starts to paint your walls, knot catching to keep him inside of you as his cock pulses, a groan of your name and “omega” leaving his lips. “Fuck. Joel, alpha.” You murmur, pulling him close and you throw your head back again as you cum once more, triggered by his orgasm.

He cums forever, his cock pulsing and pumping you full of his seed. Knowing that his knot will be keeping you full and he will cum several more times before it goes down. “Good girl, oh take it.” He grunts, feeling better than he has in a long time. He kisses along your throat as you squeeze him tight again, shaking underneath him.

You want him to bite you, to claim you as his to every other alpha out there but you know it’s not possible. You pant, turning your head so you can kiss him again, sliding your tongue into his mouth as his cock finishes twitching and you relax beneath him, legs lowering from his hips to cradle him on top of you.

Joel makes sure that he keeps his weight braces so he’s not too heavy on you, stroking your side and kissing along your shoulder. He feels a connection, one that should terrify him, but he just closes his eyes. Breathing you in with a soft sigh. “How are you feeling, omega?” He asks softly, opening his eyes as he pulls back to watch you.

“I’m feeling good, alpha.” You smile lazily, running your fingers through his hair. The need has been satiated for now and you are enjoying the feel of him surrounding you, his scent is comforting. It’s like nothing you’ve ever experienced before.

“Good.” He hums, kissing your lips again before he slides his arms under you so he can roll you over on top of him. He can bear your weight better than you can his. Letting you sprawl out on top of him while he strokes your back. His knot is still firmly embedded inside you, so you aren’t going anywhere. “You can sleep, sweet girl. I know you are tired.”

You hum, closing your eyes as he caresses your back. You feel safe and satiated for the first time since you can’t even remember when. “Love you.” You murmur, falling asleep within moments of your soft confession.

****

“Fuck. Joel!” You squeal as he pounds into you from behind. He grips your hips and your body aches from the days of fucking but you are still needy for more. You need him to fill you up. “Fuck. Oh shit! Alpha!” You squeal, knowing that later on, you’ll cringe about the fact that Ellie is somewhere in the cabin, having to hear you, but you can’t stop yourself. He growls, jaw clenched and you look over your shoulder at the alpha pounding into you. “Yes. Yes. Yes!” You cry, falling forward onto your elbows.

“That’s it.” Joel hisses, feeling like he’s going to cum, but he needs you to cum first. You’re still so needy for him, and he’s doing his best to make sure you are looked after. Only leaving your nest a few times over the past few days to hunt and make sure Ellie is okay.

“Fuck. Oh fuck.” You whine, clamping down on his cock as you cum, soaking him and your cheek presses into the blankets beneath you, the material permeated with your combined scents and it makes you shiver as his hands squeeze your flesh.

Every time he fucks you, he comes closer and closer to binding you to him, biting your gland and claiming you as his for everyone to know. Growling as he imagines it; he pushes his hips forward again, feeling his knot popping into your cunt as he starts to cum.

You whine when he starts to fill you up and you arch your back, loving the way his knot stretches you and his cum paints your walls. You moan his name followed by ‘alpha’ and you rest your cheek on the blankets, closing your eyes as you enjoy the feel of him filling you up. You’re not stupid, you know he’s likely gotten you pregnant during your heat with the amount of times he’s cum inside of you but you can’t bring yourself to care.

Panting, Joel collapses against your back, closing his eyes as he tries to catch his breath. Soon the three of you will need to move. To continue on to look for Tommy. “My good omega.” He murmurs softly, caressing your hip. He knows he needs to find a safe place for you. Somewhere that you can thrive, somewhere where omegas are treated with respect.

****

When the dog sniffs Ellie, your heart pounds in your chest, and you are glancing at Joel’s back, knowing he must be freaking out. Helpless to do anything when the alphas surround you. You close your eyes, not wanting to hear Ellie torn apart. She’s not an omega or alpha or beta like the dog is trained to identify, wanting to weed out the alphas who threaten most of mankind. When the world fell because of the virus, you knew that alphas had taken advantage, some feeling it was their right to take the world as their own, to bring society back to the old ways where omegas were second class citizens. When Ellie giggles, you relax a little and you sense the relief in Joel, connected after your heat. You’ve never spoken about your confession of love, just continuing your journey to find Tommy.

Joel feels lightheaded, heart pounding and he doesn’t know how you don’t smell the fear and desperation on him. Terrified that he can’t protect you, or Ellie from this group. He’s relieved when two horses are brought for the three of you to ride and he insists that you sit ahead of him, wanting you close.

You breathe Joel in as you enter the compound, wanting the comfort only he can bring and soon the horse is coming to a stop as he shouts his brother’s name. “Tommy!” He yells and you glance at Ellie, shocked to have found Joel’s brother.

After introductions are made, you are escorted to the cafeteria where the three of you dig into your meal like you haven’t eaten for weeks which is half true. It’s been too long since you had a proper meal and you are moaning when you shove the food into your mouth, feeling Tommy’s eyes on you.

Joel hisses at Ellie for being so crass, but he can’t reprimand you for eating vigorously. He knows you need the nutrients after your heat. You haven’t been able to properly have more than almost half of a rabbit or bird, Joel giving up most of his portions between you and Ellie. He’s stunned when he hears Tommy is bonded to the alpha at the table, Marie. His brother was never really cut out for the alpha designation and he frowns slightly at the two of them.

You want to comfort Joel, knowing it must be hard to know that the brother he has nearly died while trying to find is alive and well, thriving in a beautiful community. You want to reach for his hand but you aren’t bonded and you don’t want to overstep. Maria is quick to ask you and Ellie if you want to shower and you look at Joel for guidance, he nods and you all leave the cafeteria while Maria gives you a tour of the town. “Like communists?” Joel asks and you smother you giggle when his brother seems shocked by the phrase. 

“Joel. Can we talk?” Tommy asks and Maria says “I can take them to clean up.” 

You look at Joel who nods, “go on, omega.” You are anxious but you follow Maria to the house, glancing over your shoulder to see Joel one last time.

They have a bar. An honest to god fucking bar. Joel rubs the shiny, slick wood and shakes his head in disbelief as Tommy ambles behind the bar to pour him a drink. “Been a long time since we’ve done this.” He reminisces, unable to believe that he’s about to have a drink in comfort with his brother. Almost as if nothing has ever happened and the world wasn’t destroyed around this little community. “Surprising to see you bonded to an alpha.” He begins.

“Surprising to see you with an omega. Doesn’t look like you’ve bonded with her yet.” He says and Joel looks down at the bar while his brother pours a glass of whiskey with ice. 

“It’s complicated.” Joel murmurs and Tommy sets the glass down in front of him. 

“When isn’t it complicated?”

“She was with a couple of Betas in Kansas City. They- uh, when they were gone, I couldn’t leave her out there by herself.” Joel rationalizes. “You know what would have happened to her.”

Tommy nods, knowing how hard this world is for omegas. He barely manages as a beta and Maria saved him from the wilderness. “I can’t just leave.” Tommy says when Joel mentions going to Colorado, “I- I’m going to be a dad.” He reveals and Joel’s heart sinks, reminded of Sarah and how he failed her.

“I guess we’ll see.” Joel grunts after Tommy expressed that he’s thinking he’ll be a good father and that pisses his brother off. “We’ll see? I’m sorry about Sarah but-“ Joel’s heart clenches and he can’t even hear the rest of Tommy’s comment before he pushes away from the bar and storms out. Worried because he’s already failed once and there’s no way he didn’t get you pregnant when he worked you through your heat nearly two months ago.

****

You stare at the test in your hand, waiting for the result. When you walked into the bedroom to find the menstrual cup, you are reminded that you haven’t had your period for two months. Time tends to blur when you’re in the wilderness and you lost track, but you know it’s been about two months since you and Joel fucked. “Shit.” You groan when the test shows positive. You’d asked Maria for a test and her eyebrows had raised but she’d quickly located one for you and now it’s positive. You have to tell Joel.

Walking around has nearly ripped his heart out. Having a panic attack and Tommy finding him after he had seen a woman who from behind made him think of Sarah had been soul crushing. His fear of failure pulls tears out of the alpha and he feels like his designation had been wrong, he’s not an alpha. He can’t protect anyone. Tommy had talked some sense into him during his breakdown and he shoves his hands in his pockets as he walks to the house that he had been told that you and Ellie are in. Drawn back to you, and wondering how you are finding this little commune.

You look up when you see Joel walking into the room, your face stained with tears and you hold the test in your hand. His eyes flick down to it and he immediately knows. “I- I’m so sorry, Joel. This is all my fault.” You choke, knowing he won’t be happy about it. You’ve ruined everything. He has made it obvious that he doesn’t want connections and you just created the biggest connection of all.

Joel closes his eyes, reaching for you blindly to pull you into his arms. “It’s okay omega.” He growls softly, aware that you were always going to end up pregnant after that week in your nest. Even if he hadn’t touched you since, he had filled you with his seed more times than he could count. “We knew it would happen.” He tells you softly, knowing you thought about it too, even if you hadn’t talked about it.

You bury your face in his chest, breathing him in, and you let his scent comfort you. "I know but I - alpha. I know you didn't want connections." You murmur, pulling back to look into his eyes. "I'm so sorry baby." You choke, feeling guilty for making him fuck you during your heat when he tried so hard to leave you alone.

“I-“ Joel stops, thinking for a moment before he shakes his head. “I’m not.” He swallows harshly and reaches up, pulling your shirt down over your gland and rubbing his thumb over the skin. “Do you know how many times I wanted to mark you in your nest? Make you mine?” He asks softly. “You were desperate, needy for me, begging me to take care of you but I didn’t want to claim you when you were so desperate.”

Despite Joel being such a hard man, rough in so many ways, he’s soft underneath. His dark eyes meet yours and you cup his cheek, “I want you to make me yours. I’m not in my heat. If you want me, I’m yours, alpha.” You tell him, rubbing his jaw with your thumb.

His chest puffs up in pride, pleased with your answer even as he searches your eyes with a need to make sure you really want this. “I want you, omega.” He growls. “I want you to carry my mark, for everyone to know who planted their seed in your belly.” He inhales deeply. “Take me to the bedroom you claimed as yours.” He keeps the command out of his voice, giving you the choice to lead him to your room.

There isn’t a choice to make, you’ve been in love with him since before he marked you. You take his hand and guide him to the room you claimed as yours, down the hall from Ellie. He swallows harshly when you open the door and you turn towards him, wanting to be a good omega as you work on the buttons of his shirt, working on undressing him.

Joel lets you undress him, aware of what you are doing for him. What you are trying to show him. Watching you as every article of clothing falls to the floor, until you reach for your own shirt. Then he stops you. Wanting to undress you himself, he slowly lifts your shirt over your head and tosses it aside. “My beautiful omega.” He groans, kneeling down and kissing your stomach before he starts to unbutton your jeans. “Took my seed and gave me hope.”

You look down as he kneels in front of you, pulling your jeans down, and you run your fingers through his hair, loving how he’s kissing your stomach. “My alpha. So strong. So brave.” You murmur, caressing his cheek and you step out of the jeans as he pulls them all the way down. “I love you, alpha.”

He leans into your touch, knowing that you won’t think him weak for taking comfort from you. Some alphas think that finding comfort in their omega beyond just physical is weak but he doesn’t. “I- I love you, omega.” He murmurs before he whispers your name. Peeling your panties down and he licks his lips. “Put your leg on my shoulder, omega.”

You follow his order, body shaking slightly from the overwhelming emotion surging through you, and you stumble slightly as you lift your leg onto his shoulder. His nose trails along your thigh, pressing kisses on the flesh and you sigh, pulling on his hair to get him to move faster. When his tongue slides through your folds, you throw your head back with a moan of his name.

The entire time he had been in your nest, there hadn’t been time for oral. You had been too needy for his cock, tongue and fingers unable to do the job that his knot did. Now, he groans at the tangy taste of your cunt, enjoying the fact that you’ve showered and are ready for him. His nose presses deep into your curls as his tongue pushes into your soaked walls.

You whimper, looking down at him, and his eyes are closed as his nose presses against your clit. “Oh fuck, Joel.” You pant, moaning as his tongue pushes deep. You love the way he groans into your flesh and your heart pounds in your chest. “Oh shit. I- I need you inside of me. Please.” You beg, wanting to feel him.

Joel can’t deny you, not when he desperately wants to be buried inside you again. Taking one last, long lick of your cunt, he pulls away reluctantly. “Go lay down on your bed, baby.” He grunts, smirking up at you. “I want to mark you in a bed, be inside you when I claim you as mine.” 

You nod, shifting to lay down on the bed. Settled against the pillows, you look up at him as he stands at the foot of the bed. “Do you want me on my hands and knees?” You ask, wondering if he wants you in the traditional claiming position.

His cock twitches, imagining taking you from behind as he bites into your scent gland, permanently bonding you to him. But he shakes his head, wanting to look at your face when you cum, watch your face as you realize that you are bound to him. “I want to take you on your back.” He tells you quietly, waiting for your reaction. 

You nod, keeping your eyes on him as you spread your legs to show him your dripping folds, wet with your arousal and his saliva. “Take me, alpha. I’m yours. In every way.” You promise, caressing your stomach.

“I am yours too.” He promises, knowing that even if he claims you, you hold a claim on him too. He doesn’t want to just possess you, he wants to be possessed by you. He crawls onto the bed and drops another kiss onto your stomach, and he looks up at you. “You are mine and I am yours.” It’s the closest that he would get to marriage now, the institution didn’t exactly exist anymore but he knows he will try to find you a ring to wear. Something beyond his marks. 

You smile, tears stinging in your eyes as you watch the man you love crawl up your body until his cock is sliding through your folds. “I love you.” You sigh and he starts to push into you, making you whimper and you caress his neck, pulling him close so you can press your lips to his.

You smile against his lips when he kisses you, wrapping your legs around his hips to pull him closer, and you love how he pushes deeper inside of you. You feel safe, his scent making you feel protected and loved. “Oh God, Joel.” You moan when he shifts onto his elbows, adjusting the position so he’s pressing against your back wall.

He feels the way that you yield to him. The scent of your happiness unfurling around him as he starts to rock into you. He keeps the pace slow, aware that you are more sensitive now that you are carrying. He doesn’t want to hurt you or the baby for his own needs. “My beautiful omega. My love.” He moans, kissing along your neck, straying away from the scent gland. 

His words make you preen and you slide your leg along his, wanting to feel closer as he rocks into you. Your hands caress his back and you whine when he pushes deep, “baby. Oh baby.” You pant when the hairs at the base of his cock brush your clit.

“Hmm.” Joel smirks against your skin, happy he can make you breathless. “You like that don’t you? Like the way I take care of you?” His tongue presses against your gland and he licks the clean skin and groans at the way you taste. The burst of pleasure flooding from your pores. “Always gonna take care of you.” 

You whimper, loving his words, the comfort coming from his scent, and you love his accent seeping through as he gets lost in the pleasure. "Fuck. I- I love you." You moan, so close to your orgasm. The pregnancy has made you sensitive. "Fuck, I - I'm gonna - Joel." You moan as you clamp down around him, your cry going silent from the pleasure coursing through you.

Joel groans, closing his eyes and shuddering as you clamp down around him. “Perfect.” He hisses. “My perfect omega.” His hips rock forward more eagerly, chasing his own orgasm as he lets his teeth scrap over your gland.

"Do it." You beg breathlessly, "make me yours. I'm yours alpha. Show the world who I belong to." You want him to sink his teeth into your gland, to claim you as his forever because you already belong to him in every other way.

Joel growls, pulling his lips back and with a sharp snap of his hips, he buries his cock deep inside you. Sinking his teeth into your gland and breaking the skin to mark you as his. Filling you with his seed as he groans and the coppery taste of your blood hits his teeth.Joel growls, pulling his lips back and with a sharp snap of his hips, he buries his cock deep inside you. Sinking his teeth into your gland and breaking the skin to mark you as his. Filling you with his seed as he groans and the coppery taste of your blood hits his teeth.

You cum again at the feel of his teeth in your neck, claiming you as his. You whimper, clinging to him as his cock pulses inside of you, filling you up, and you know this is where you've always belonged. In his arms. Tears sting in your eyes and you feel safe, protected, and loved. Something you never imagined before you met Joel.

#pedro pascal #joel miller #joel miller x reader #joel miller x you #joel miller x f!reader #joel miller smut #joel miller imagine #joel miller fanfiction #a/b/o #a/b/o au #alpha!Joel Miller #alpha!joel miller x omega!f!reader #joel miller tlou #joel tlou

[toxicanonymity]

hey this is my 1st ever request lmao but i think you’re the perfect person to write it!! so basically my idea is at some point reader joins up with ellie and joel before they get to Jackson and during the night that they spend there he hears reader masturbating while walking by her door. and pervy!joel slash dark!joel comes out…. 👀👀👀

(also i’m going anon because i’m on my personal and honestly i’m low key embarrassed 😆)

caught touching yourself

300 / darkish!Joel x f!reader / master

I8 +mdni mildly dubcon, masturbation, brief PIV

He uses a pin to open the door without knocking and you freeze under the blanket with your hand between your legs. He locks the door beind him. “Thin walls,” he says as he takes in the view. “Don’t you dare stop now. Lord knows we both need it.” As he approaches your bed, he closes his hand around the protrusion in his boxers and god is it big. “I know you’ve had your eye on it."

Your cheeks burn, he’s not wrong The sexual tension has been killing you, and now that you have a little privacy, you’re finally trying to give yourself some relief. He slowly pulls the blanket back and you don’t stop him, but you say, “I, uh, I can’t–”

“You sure as hell can.”

He takes his hard cock out of the flap in his boxers. “You need help gettin' started again?” His massive hand reaches for your wet pussy. He uses your hand to rub you, then slides his own finger inside for a moment. “Do it,” he says more firmly. As he takes his hand away, you hesitantly begin to comply while he strokes himself with your slick and his precum.

“I can’t with you watching me.”

“Doesn’t turn you on?” He looks down at himself. “Then get this out of the way if you’re not gonna use it.” He throws your hand off to the side and pries your legs open, then puts himself between them. “This what you were thinkin’ about?”

You nod shyly.

“Let’s get on with it then.” He drags the head of his cock through your slick folds, then plunges into you with a grunt, his girth making you gasp. His cock feels every bit as good as you've imagined every single night. He fucks you slow and hard. “Ahhh. . . been thinkin' about this for weeks, sweetheart.”

// I may go on a bit of a drabble blitz. As always, thank you for reading!

#joel miller drabble #joel miller x reader #joel miller smut #toxicanonymity ☠️ #drabble #pedro pascal drabble #pedro pascal smut #dark!joel miller #drabble blitz #tw dubcon

[marisferasiop]

Comfort, Despite the Storm

Ao3 link

Word count: ~4k

Warnings: None. Suck that old man's dick.

Rating: Explicit. Minors DNI! Clicking read more implies your consent.

Summary: Joel's neighbor (you) is the town archivist and brings him a present on his birthday (with a side of teasing). Later, after waking from his own nightmares, he finds you sleepless on your porch during a storm and you take comfort in one another.

Just a short little fluffy excuse to suck a tired Joel's dick and ride him, making him accept comfort when he naturally wants to rail against it.

No descriptions, specified age, or use of y/n, reader is afab, Joel calls you "girl" a few times.

“Happy birthday, neighbor,” he hears, and turns to peer back over his shoulder through the screen door.

Joel sees his neighbor, you, standing with an old tin in your hands. He remembers the Shroedinger’s- nature of those tins, always either full of cookies or sewing materials. He realizes belatedly he’s been standing too long, staring, his brain foggy from a night shift on the wall.

He doesn't even know your name, just that your call sign is Cricket. Something to do with your former life as a smuggler, just like him. He’s seen you around, mostly at the mess hall or the Tipsy Bison some evenings. He knows from Ellie that you work in the town’s little archive- slash- library.

“What?”

Your smile falters at the edges but you shake the tin at him anyway. “Ellie told me. Hell of a date to pick, by the way.”

He squints at you through a frown and finally opens the screen door. You thrust the tin at him again, and he takes it automatically. “I didn't pick it,” he says, barely paying attention, staring at the blue, flaking resin coating the cool metal clutched in his hand. He cracks it open and actually feels his mind stutter to a halt.

The tin is full of shortbread. Home-made and carefully tucked in with a scrap of absorbent cotton, the fork tines are slightly uneven down the line of each finger-sized bar. They smell like heaven. Something he hasn't had since half a lifetime ago. The mess hall has desserts, sure. Hell, they’d had pie the first damned day they were in Jackson. But it’s not something he chooses for himself, often. The abundance of food itself, the warm water and electricity and safety are creature comforts enough.

He rations out comfort for himself as a concept- afraid to get too reliant on it.

You interrupt his meandering thoughts by scoffing. “You don't say? I mean, I guess more what I mean is you didn't even lie and say another date? Anything but outbreak day?” you snort and watch him silently take in the small treat you brought over.

“Anyway. I bake, sometimes. When I can't sleep. And the fall storms lately have me wired,” you shrug. “But I’ll leave you be, I can see you just got back. Happy birthday,” you wave again and he snaps his head up.

“Uh, thanks,” he says, watching you already halfway out of his yard and back to your own.

Joel drops the tin on the countertop and lets the screen door snap shut. He draws out a shortbread finger and holds it between his teeth. The lid clanks as he slaps it back on and turns to lean against the counter. It crumbles on his tongue, the sugar and butter dissolving into nothing. Delicious. He savors it, wanting a cup of coffee to complete the picture more than anything else right now.

He knows that the second she gets home, Ellie's gonna eat half of them. For the first time in years, he considers (selfishly) hoarding them away, all for himself.

He doesn't.

He extracts another cookie, replaces the lid, writes DONT EAT THEM ALL on a scrap of paper, leaves it on top of the tin, and shuffles through the house to his bedroom.

Joel wakes up in a cold sweat, ears echoing from a twenty-odd year-old, phantom gunshot. He can still taste the metal on his tongue, the corner of his mouth and half his face torn from the flinch, holding Tommy's shotgun between his knees. He can still feel Sarah's dried blood still flaking on his forearms, caked into his shirt, the hollowness in his gut from crying himself numb.

He rolls to his back, there in the dark of his bedroom, and wills his breathing to even out. He listens, faintly hearing Ellie’s soft, open-mouthed snores across the hall. They ground him back in the present. He’s too wired to go back down so soon, so he rolls up out of bed with a stifled groan as his back and knees creak when he stands.

She leaves her door cracked, sometimes, and he stands in it, watching her sleep, carefree and mouth agape, with his forehead pressed to the door jamb, wishing he didn't have to leave his gun at the armory after a shift. The weight of it would help, he thinks.

He makes himself go downstairs, get a drink. He pours a finger of something amber in a glass and knocks it back.

The weather is pleasantly cool outside on his tacky skin, a fresh storm rolling in across the mountains. He goes out on the porch with the guitar in his fist, something to keep his hands from being idle.

He strums quietly, his left hand flat on the strings to choke it, hyper- aware of Ellie's cracked window above him. He doesn't want to wake her. She sleeps so soundly now- she deserves her rest. He’s protective of that stillness, for her. Even if it sits wrong on his own shoulders, bent from decades of wear and tear.

A light snicks on to his right; your kitchen window illuminating a stripe across the damp yard between your houses. He pauses and stares, watching you in the wide picture window above your sink. You fill a glass, drink it, refill it. You rub your forehead, the back of your neck, scowling out at a low peal of thunder. You don't seem to see him, which is fair. His own lights aren't on, and it’s not a full moon.

Thunder claps a bit louder on the tails of a thin stripe of lightning, streaking across the sky, raising the fine hairs on his forearms. He watches it spider across the dark clouds, blinding purple and white, and fizzle out, without ever touching the ground. You come out onto your own porch and he hears a low growl of irritation as you fiddle with something heavy. It makes his brow furrow- he doesn't think he’s ever heard you frustrated at anything.

The heavy thing drags a few inches, loud in the silence of the night, and he decides to speak up.

“Need a hand, neighbor?”

You gasp and something spills. “Fuck,” you gasp and turn to face him. “Didn't know I had an audience. What’d you say?”

Joel smothers a smirk at your annoyance and speaks up. “I asked if you need a hand?”

A pause. “Oh, uh. Sure? The swing came down in the wind from one of these storms, I guess.”

Joel sets the guitar down and steps over the low picket fence between your yard and his. Your porch swing is sitting on the wood on one side, off its ceiling hook. He squints up at the hook in the dark and sees it broken at the curve of the hook and needs to be replaced.

“‘s broken,” he comments. “I can try and fix it in the morning? Sure we have a hook somewhere in town.”

“Damn. Okay, thanks. You don't have to go to the trouble, though,” you say, dropping to sit on your stairs instead. You pat the space beside you and he hesitates for a long moment before he sits.

“‘s no trouble. Tommy’s farming me out as a handyman anyway. Might as well take the opportunity.”

Joel sits beside you with a soft grunt. He notices the small bottle of something yellowish dangling from your fingers and cocks a brow at it.

“Thunder woke me up. Figure a sip or two will put me back down, if this doesn't quit.” You lift your brows at the roiling, dark purple and black sky and roll your eyes. “Stupid, in this world, hating storms more than anything else. Leftover from the bombings, I think. A shell landed outside my house when they did it.” You offer an answer to the question he was unsure if he could (or would) ask.

Joel just nods and leans back on his palms, taking the bottle when you offer him a swig. He pulls a face and you snort at him. “‘s tequila, kind of. My family made liquor at home, eons ago. ‘Bout the only thing I was taught before everything went to shit. Every now and then I make a batch with my portion of the agave or honey. This one turned out okay,” you swirl the contents. “Storms bother you, too?”

“No,” Joel answers, stony-faced. He sees your eyebrow raise as your face turns away and chews on his lip. “My birthday does.”

“Ah,” you nod. “A lot was lost. Everything, really.” You can't know how accurate the statement is. He just nods and rubs the pad of this thumb over his fingertips.

“Never thought I'd see you in PJ’s, though,” you tweak the soft fabric at the outside of his knee and grin, breaking the moment of gravitas intentionally. “You seem like the jeans- and- commando type, is all.”

Joel frowns at you. “Commando?”

“Yeah,” you chuckle. “Something’s gotta be chafed, the way you stomp around all grumpy.” You giggle at his look of disbelief and, despite himself, he finds himself huffing a laugh.

“You’re somethin’ else.”

“Yeah, well.” You offer the drink again, and he swills it again. “Wanna come inside?”

Joel pauses on the pull, the glass sticking to his lips. He puts the bottle down and blinks at you. “You serious?”

You shrug. Goosebumps break out across your skin, and, a second later- lightning spiders across the sky. “You’re hot. And it might help us both go back to sleep.”

“You gotta be half my age,” he grunts, letting himself actually look. He takes over your features in the low-light, the hang of your unbound breasts under a thin rail shirt and little sleep shorts.

“I’m not. Just wear it better than you, you scraggly old fart. And I wasn't aware that age prevented attraction. Or orgasms. You can just say no, Joel,” you sigh, standing. “I have perfectly fine fingers.”

He blinks up at you, wheels turning in his head. He grabs your fingertips and pulls you between his knees. “I wasn't sayin’ no. If you’re sure, then I could use some uh- stress relief. It’s been a– a long time.” He forces himself not to think of Tess right now.

“Well then. Inside, and pants off, Miller.”

He huffs and stands with a groan, following you inside to the living room. You have a smaller house than the huge blue one he and Ellie have been allotted. Makes sense, being just you. You lead him to the couch and turn to face him. He can see down a short hall and into your open bedroom. Your bed is unmade, the covers pushed to the side so you could slink out of them after tossing and turning with the incoming storm.

The couch is more impersonal. It says he’s not staying the night. He doesn't want to- can’t anyway, not without alarming Ellie. He can't do that.

“Anything you don't want?” You ask, stepping close enough that your chest brushes his. He blinks down at you and shakes his head. He can't remember a woman ever asking him that.

“What about you?”

“Don’t pin me on my front unless I ask for it. Otherwise, fair game. I wanna suck your dick and ride you, though,” you say, batting your eyes just a little coquettishly, ending with a laugh at his expression. He hisses and grabs you by the hips when you tuck your fingertips under the waistband of his bottoms.

“Jesus, girl.”

“They call me Cricket, actually,” you wink, and tug your top off. Joel tries to keep watching your face, he really does. But your tits are a siren song, and he fails after only a few short minutes. He hasn't seen bare breasts in the flesh in a dog’s age, and he licks his lips with wanting to get his hands and mouth on yours. Instead, he mimics you and pulls his own shirt up and off.

Joel lets you prod him backward to the sofa and even tumbles down onto it obligingly. “God you’re fit,” you admire, and he preens just a little, glancing down at himself. His cock pulses under his cotton pajama pants, but he ignores it in favor of watching you kick off your shorts and climb over him to straddle his lap. You trace his jaw, down his strong neck and wide, heavy pecs, across the spread of his shoulders and down his ribs to his soft belly. It hitches under your fingertips, ticklish. You feel his cock prod up against the curve of your ass and grind backward on it, earning a groan.

“C’mere,” Joel rumbles, hooking a hand behind your neck to tug you down on him. You come easy, pressing all along his front. He pulls you straight to his mouth and you’re surprised at how soft his lips are. The lush give of your breasts against his chest makes him groan into your mouth when you open for him.

As much as he wants to be inside you, to rut to completion like an animal, Joel finds himself wholly taken by everything he’s feeling. He lets his free hand ghost up your spine, pressing you closer, feeling your miles of soft skin all along his overheated front.

“Wanna taste you,” he pants, trying to roll you under his weight. Instead, you pin his shoulder and stroke the tip of your tongue along the roof of his mouth, nipping his lip as you pull away; he chases you as far as he can. “Next time, big guy. I called dibs first.”

“Big guy?” He mutters, helpfully lifting his hips as you shimmy southward to the floor and take his pajama pants with you. His cock springs free, slapping up against his belly and leaving a smear of slick behind.

You curl your hand around him and lever it upright, bringing the weeping tip to your lips to plant a wet kiss there. Joel hisses and watches you, his dark eyes glittering with the lightning strike outside your windows. You drag your tongue up the underside, tasting the clean salt of him, and take him inside, pushing down until your throat starts to protest.

“Ohhhh, fuck, girl. Take it,” Joel groans, flexing his hips into your grip. You smirk around his girth and swallow. It squeezes his cockhead between your tonsils and he drops a hand in your hair. “Almost there, honey. Just a little more,” he urges. You pull off and spread your spit down to the heavy hang of his balls.

“I can do it,” you say proudly, and push yourself down again. It’s a squeeze, but your lips seal around the base, your nose buried in his thatch of wiry curls.

“Oh, shit. That’s it, good girl.”

You groan around him, letting him tip his hips up into you shallowly. One hand slides down your front to circle your clit, spreading the well of wetness dripping down onto your carpet.

“You touchin’ yourself?” Joel asks, his grip tightening a fraction when you hum in the affirmative. “Suckin’ cock gets you goin’ that much?”

You pull off with a wicked swirl up the underside of him that makes his hips twitch. You grin and lean back, showing him your soaked fingers. “Yeah. You gonna blow your load if I sit on this?” You tease, running a finger up the rib along the underside. His cock jolts at the touch, arching toward you and then falling back to his belly.

“I ain't a teenager,” he growls, reaching for you.

“Sure a shit aren't, old man, but touch- starved is touch- starved. I won't hold it against you, long as you help me come somehow.” you crawl up and settle back into Joel’s lap, knotting your fingers in his greying curls and pulling him back into a kiss. He grips your ass, kneading it, trailing his hands everywhere along your skin. He pulls his hips back and lifts you with his thumbs hooked on your hip bones, finding the right angle, and slides inside slowly, letting you feel the stretch of every inch.

On his lap, with the way he’s leaned back, your breasts are perfectly in his face. Joel pulls from your mouth with a smack and buries his nose between your soft swells of flesh, a hand sliding up your spine to pin you closer. He mouthes over one curve and snatches your nipple up between his teeth, worrying it with only a nip of pain before moving to the other side. You arch into his touch, gasping at the coolness of the air on your wet peak. It makes you clench around his cock, causing you both to moan at the snug fit.

You wrap a hand around the back of his head, keeping him close, and start to lift your hips. As his length glides out, every vein and his mushroomed head drags at your walls perfectly. It’s intoxicating, your nerves alight with so much sensation. Already the storm brewing outside is behind you, an afterthought. Joel nearly whines into your sternum and pulls on your hips, urging you back down.

You find a good rhythm and move one hand to the back of the sofa for balance, using it to lever yourself up and down, harder and harder until the sound of slapping flesh and ragged breaths is all you can hear. Joel claims your mouth roughly, groaning into your sealed-together lips when he slides his fingers down and swirls them over your clit. It makes you gasp and clench around him hard, dragging the tight fist of your cunt across his length over and over until he’s ready to explode.

He hasn't been ridden in – fuck, decades? At least, hasn't allowed himself the luxury of a passive fuck in ages. The fact that you're making him take it is– intoxicating. He’s already ready to blow and it’s hardly been any time at all. He wants to savor it.

“Joel,” your sharp tug against his scalp pulls his face up from where he nestled back between your tits. He blinks up at you, brain hazy and dick throbbing in the tight clutch of your core. You give him a breathless smile and push his head back to the sofa backing, kissing a line up his throat and over his scruffy chin to his panting mouth.

He feels like his strings are cut; like you are some sort of witch, using him as thoroughly as you are, and he can't possibly bring himself to mind not being the one calling the shots. His free hand has become loose on your thigh, simply taking the ride you're offering instead of guiding. You drop a kiss on his panting mouth and squeeze your core around him like a vice.

“Just feel it, sugar. Enjoy yourself. I am,” you lean back and ride the ridge of his knuckle, letting it catch your clit as you lift and drop a half dozen more times until your entire body clenches and he feels the first pulses if your orgasm around him and he– splinters.

“Oh–ffffff- off!” He grunts, yanking on your hips. You reach down and grip him, dropping onto the floor again to get your mouth around the tip. He throws his head back and curls his fingers into the sofa to avoid tearing at your hair as you swallow around him, tongue coaxing out his load with urging sucks. He ruts up into your mouth a few more times, jaw clenched and chest seizing as you keep sucking. His cock gives a wea kick in your tongue, drained and oversensitized, before you finally pull away and drop back into your heels, panting like you ran a marathon.

“Damn,” you sigh, spooling out by the sofa, leaning against his sweaty calf. Joel lays there a moment, catching his breath, feeling the nerves still fizzling in his thighs and fingertips and chest. Instead of offering a verbal response, he simply nods.

The thunder rolls again, but you're finally too tired to mind it much. You huff at it, annoyed and start picking up your pajamas from the floor. You toss Joel his pants and wink before disappearing into a bathroom.

He rights his pants, sticking his feet in the stupid loose cotton legs of them and drags them up, ignoring the stickiness and heavy hang of his cock in favor of retreating back to his own house now that you’re done with him. He holds his shirt for a moment, gathering his wits. He doesn't want to put it on and get come all over it.

A second later, you emerge with a damp rag and wipe down his come-streaked belly. “I could just about bite this pretty thing for days,” you comment, pinching his softness with a huff of a laugh out your nose. He frowns at you and glances down at himself.

“What?”

“This,” you run your hand over the soft swell of him again, lingering on the knotted scar on his side, “means you made it. You’re not starving, or on the run, or hurting. You have a warm house, and your little girl, and your brother, and food and rest when you need it. An invite for more sex when you want it,” you wink at him salaciously, and he frowns at you to stifle a snort of laughter. He takes your hand and drops a kiss on your palm before shrugging his shirt back on.

You follow him back to your porch, picking up the discarded, mostly- empty bottle of liquor, and wave when he turns at the fence to say goodnight.

You go back to bed, and sleep soundly through the storm.

Just over two months later, he turns up at the library while you’re documenting the latest Council vote for expanding the farming area another acre west.

You hear the bell jingle and glance up, marking your spot on the record ledger.

“Hey, stranger,” you greet. Joel nods at you and glances around. The records office is always empty, unless someone is there among the shelves to find a book to check out. Today, you’re the only one breathing in the dust.

“I need somethin’ for Ellie. Christmas, I guess,” he grumbles, rolling his eyes. “She likes books. Space stuff, mostly. Got anything she hasn't read yet?”

“I know,” you chuckle and beckon him over. “And yes. I was squirreling this away for her next time she came in, but you can have it.” You produce a battered but complete copy of Savage Starlight Issue 12.

“Oh, shit,” he says, taking the tattered comic. “Don’t think she has this one. She’ll love it.”

You grin up at him and he offers a crooked smile back, tucking the comic carefully away in his jacket.

“I- uh. D’you-”

“If Santa wants to sneak in my chimney after he puts presents under your tree, I'll have coffee and shortbread waiting on him,” you nod sagely, and he can’t help but huff a laugh.

“Sounds like a nice Christmas Eve. Know where I can find a lump of coal in town?”

You gasp and slap his arm, making him actually laugh. “I find you coffee and that's what I get?”

“Best I can do,” he shrugs. You roll your eyes.

“Whatever, Miller. You can show me your best later,” you wink, and he tucks his chin, flushing around the ears like he does when you’re bold in public.

“I better go take a nap, then, hon.”

He steps back as the door jingles again, a few kids piling in to do their homework. You glance at the clock and see that school would have just let out.

“See ya?” He says, as if you hadn't just offered. You nod and he nods back, turning in his heel to flee the scene.

On Christmas, Ellie is delighted with her comic. You give Joel your spare key, and he comes over and shamelessly eats up your shortbread, and drinks all the coffee. Instead of coal, he hangs strong shutters on your windows to temper those stormy nights, and takes you to bed.

#joel miller #joel miller x reader #joel x reader #joel the last of us #ellie the last of us #the last of us #reader insert #afab reader #no use of y/n #suck that old man's dick #joel is tired

[hastyprovocateur]

Girlfriend Ellie Headcanons

Cw- mature content, sexual themes

• Ellie's diffident, quiet ways lead many to think she's pensive or moody but honestly, she just needs to know you won't get weirded out when she finally gets comfortable and immediately begins goobing out over the neotibicen linnei life cycle and types of acrylic glazes. One smile does it for her. Suddenly, she's scooted close to you on the couch, knees grazing yours as she ignores the rest of the room.

• She'll let you touch her tattoo, describing the idea behind it, how little it hurt, how it healed, lost in conversation with you. It goes from pyramids to chapstick, nothing's off the table with Ellie Williams and her favourite person. She'll share earphones with you, listening to her favourites Bon Jovi, The Police, Smiths and Aerosmith under a starry sky.

Watch out, she belts Fiona Apple and Kate Bush.

• It's something in your eyes that lets her know not to hold back and hold back, she won't. She has to hover around you now. A big mistake was thinking Ellie has game which she does if having game meant something entirely else. She will act a fool to get noticed by you, cracking lame jokes, mock imitating you, fiddling with your straps and buttons and butting into your sentences just to draw your ire slash attention.

• Will bring you a pair of scissors, requesting that you cut her hair for her but really she just needs to feel your hands in her hair, stroking through the knots, brushing them, fluffing them up before soaking them, holding each lock taut before you run the scissors across their ends. She'll let the length and style be upto you. As long as it's not a fuss to take care of. Will gauge your reaction after you're done.

Do the layers make you want to ride me like a slut?

• Ellie establishes affection through touch. Patting your hip while taking a group photo, grazing your back while helping you pick a box of supplies up, leaving her hand on your ankle a little too long after tying your laces, mindlessly coiling your loose strands, holding your wrist to catch her breath from a fit of laughs, or even scratching off paint from your chest which she accidentally flicked on you.

• Yes, she paints, doodles, sketches around you. Even better, she draws stuff for you to colour in whenever you get bored and demands you pose for her or act as a live figure sample, angling your face and drooping your hand and arranging your fingers to let her sketch it out.

• One night, you tempt her enough to paint you topless, her finger quivering ever so slightly and her breath hitching as she switched her eyes between your blushing breasts and her aged paper. She was clinging onto your initial excuse for dear life:-

Well, we're both girls...

• She will do everything to the point of teaching you how to kiss BUT ask you out and dare to act confused when you take her by the collars, pinning her back on her bed, begging her to quit stalling and ask you out already. She, of course, acts like she knew all along. Joking about how you broke first, earning her first Ellie-being-annoying chuck under the chin from you.

• Will be incredibly smug about scoring you as a girlfriend because come on, total babe like you, the boys were practically shooting daggers at her. Ellie would pull you closer by the waist if you speak too animatedly with another comrade, kiss you on a whim, play with your bottom lip and hold your neck like she had you on a leash in public.

• She got off getting reprimanded by you, pinching your waist or slipping a hand into your back pocket or serenading you mid-task, dipping your head far back, giving you a juicy kiss before pulling you back up and walking off like nothing happened.

• Is a soft, gentle drunk. She'll want you by her side, guitar in hand as she sings a sweet song. Her eyes would be heavy, words slurring ever so lightly and she'd enunciate each word, dipping her head and looking up at you with a heartfelt smile whenever she felt like dedicating a line to you.

Shying away... I'll be coming for your love, okay?

• She will insist you wear her best flannels, that way you get to smell her and her shirts come back smelling like fresh detergent. It's a fair deal, Ellie protested mid smack but grew sombre, hugging and sniffing you with her eyes closed. No matter if it's been a long, sweaty, grimy day, Ellie would want to nuzzle into the crook of your neck, kiss, lick and sniff you till she's had her fill. She's keen enough to have figured out you smell different throughout the month, after a shower, falling asleep or waking up, she can tell the time of the day by your sweet, earthy scent.

• Her greatest turn-on was seeing you lounging in her sheets sporting just her shirt and nothing else. Ellie would hike the hem up your thigh, your belly, giving herself a first chair to your blossoming folds, watching them swell and soak with your charged back and forth. She'd eventually shut your smart quips up with a deft thumb pressing directly onto your rosebud.

• She figured out you went commando on one such outing and suddenly, she's a dog that found a bone in a bush once and is obligated to check in the same place everyday. No matter if it's inside, on patrols or communal gatherings, she'll pull you to the side and demand you unbuckle your pants and show her if you're wearing panties or not. She'll grow clingier and more touchy if she finds out you aren't.

Can't believe I've been replaced by a fucking seam...

#ellie x fem reader #ellie williams tlou #ellie williams #ellie williams smut #ellie williams blurb #ellie williams drabble #ellie williams tlou2 #ellie williams the last of us #ellie williams x female reader #ellie williams x reader #ellie williams x you #ellie tlou2 smut #ellie tlou2 #ellie tlou #tlou fanfiction #tlou smut #tlou2 headcanon #tlou2 smut #tlou drabble

[the-scandalorian]

two

Pairing: Joel Miller x Female Reader Rating: E, 18+ Word Count: 5.1k Warnings: sort of dubcon due to intoxication; alcohol and drug use (by both reader and Joel); mention of reader’s hair being long enough to tangle his fingers in (no details otherwise); smut (fingering, oral, spitting on her pussy, p-in-v); grief and angst Note: There's no part one out yet; this is the second of a potential series of loosely tied oneshots that are coming to me out of order.

The living room is blue. All the surfaces, the shelves and the antique piano, are coated in a thick layer of dust. It feels wrong to disturb anything in this house—in this perfectly preserved resting place—so you tuck yourself into the corner of Bill and Frank’s old couch, out of the way, toe off your boots, and pull your knees up to your chest.

Ellie thunders up the stairs and shuts herself in one of the rooms, gone at the first opportunity for privacy.

Joel doesn’t disappear. You expect him to take the other bedroom and close the door. Instead, he watches you settle onto the couch and drops heavily into the seat beside you. He leans over the armrest and opens a cabinet, retrieving a bottle of dark liquid.

His casual knowledge of the space speaks to how much time he’s spent here, to the depth of his friendship with Bill and Frank. It makes you sad; it makes the room dark. It makes jealousy sour your stomach. Joel has people: a place to fit in this fractured world.

Had. He had people.

There are paintings on the walls: landscapes, still lifes, portraits. Mostly of Bill, you think. With that glower? Definitely Bill. Joel did say Frank was the nice one. 

The likenesses vary in style. There’s a gradient from careful, detailed studies to less refined renderings with loose, painterly brushwork. All of them, in their own unique way, capture the same steely gaze—the spiteful tenacity that must have fueled their survival for decades. 

You ignore the many versions of stern eyes watching you.

The worn fabric under your fingers is scratchy, the upholstery splashed with roses, the hard back of the couch draped in crocheted blankets. It’s dated, the whole place frozen in time while the world fell—falls—apart around it, chaos kept out by a chain link fence and Bill’s gritted teeth. A bell jar in a hurricane.

You wonder if Joel and Tess ever considered leaving the QZ permanently for this place. If that was ever offered. You imagine it would have been almost…idyllic.

You look up at Joel. He’s holding the unopened bottle in his lap. His sharp profile is limned by the soft moonlight filtering through the window behind him. It catches on the silver flecked in his hair and beard.

He knows you’re watching him. He says nothing. He’s thinking about the letter.

About Tess.

You’re trying to think about anything else.

You study his face. Even like this, anguished and lined, filthy from the road, with a half-healed slash across his cheek, he’s handsome. He has rugged good looks, with those brown eyes and that granite-cut jaw. The natural pout of his bottom lip. In a different time, a different universe, he could have been an actor, a model—the face of an ad campaign for a devastatingly masculine cologne. Those big, veined hands modeling watches on the pages of a fashion magazine.  

He wouldn’t have. It wouldn’t suit. But he could have.

It’s strange to think about what he could have been.

Instead, he’s here. The peaks of his knuckles are split and scabbed, the valleys a mottled black and blue, their edges fading to a sickly yellow. His skin is rough and dry—it snags when he runs his hands absentmindedly over the denim of his jeans. His palms are calloused. You know because when shit gets serious, he grabs your wrist or your forearm or your bicep—never your hand—and shoves you behind the wall of his body or pulls you along as he takes off at a run. His middle is thick and soft, his shoulders broad and strong. He’s going gray, and fuck, it looks good on him.

You study him because it feels inconsequential. Your presence feels inconsequential. To him, you think, you’re just another ghost in this house.

Or maybe he is.

A small part of you is braced for him to break, to buckle under the weight of Bill’s last words—the words that are hanging over this house like a storm cloud. Anyone else would.

Joel won’t, though. You watched him stalk away from the burning capitol building with white-knuckled stoicism, and you felt sure that he was already too utterly broken to break again.

Like molten metal, bent and hammered and folded over on itself, again and again and again. Until it’s shatterproof. 

He’s leaning forward, his elbows braced on his spread knees. Even on a soft couch, he doesn’t fully relax. He drops his head into his hands and scrubs one over his face. Then he reaches into the pack by his feet and rummages for something. A little plastic baggie. He just holds it for a minute. You watch him decide.

It’s safe here. As safe as anywhere can be. And Joel hasn’t slept in days.

He shakes two white pills out of the bag and chases them with a swig of whiskey, knocking the liquor back with a quick tip of his head, squinting against the slight after-burn. You extend your open palm. He shakes out a couple pills for you without question, without even looking up. 

He passes you the bottle, and you down them. One harsh gulp.

It’s real whiskey, with a label and everything, not something homemade. Not top-shelf quality by any means, but it’s better than anything you’ve had in a long time. It should be sipped and savored. Back in the QZ, you could have gotten a hefty stack of ration cards for this one bottle—even half empty. It doesn’t matter now.

You take another drink and hand it back.

You watch as a glazed calm gradually slips over Joel’s troubled expression and he finally sinks into the give of the couch cushions, letting his head drop back. You watch as the pills soften his edges. Just barely. They erode a little of the hard, calcified layer he must have started building the day of the outbreak. It grants you a fuzzy peek into the Joel before. His shoulders lose their tension; his fists unclench. If you squint, you might be able to see the Joel who drank with his buddies and winked at women at the bar. The one who drove a pickup truck with the windows rolled down in the summertime. 

You sit in silence as the haze takes you too, creeping up the back of your neck like a warm tide until you feel just numb enough. Any and all troubling thoughts are caught and trapped, restrained like moths in amber, so all that’s left in this blue room is pleasant quiet.

You’re just starting to feel drowsy and loose when he turns to you, wanting. Joel shifts in his seat and fixes you with a look—the first time he’s looked directly at you in an hour or more. The usual bite of his penetrating gaze is muted, the crease between his brows deep with feeling; his brown eyes are big with a question. A need.

It’s the tiniest chink in his armor, a momentary blip of him without a mask. A second of vulnerability, so foreign on his stoic face that the urge to soothe him is visceral. It jumps up the back of your throat.

This is Joel breaking.

He’s asking you for something—for distraction, for comfort. To be put back together.

You unfold your limbs and climb directly into his lap.

He makes a low, approving sound when you straddle his spread thighs and drops his head to your chest to inhale deeply against your shirt. If you weren’t buzzed, you might flinch away. You’re filthy, sweaty and dirty from days on the road. Neither of you have taken advantage of the shower yet. You can’t smell nice.

Joel does it again, though, chasing the comfort by burying his face between your tits, his hands tightening on your hips, his long fingers slipping inside the back pockets of your jeans to grip your ass. He pulls you down against his lap. Hard.

He’s hungry for it this time, watching the place where your body meets his, denim against rough denim. Like he’s imagining the way your naked body will fit against his.

He remembers himself for a moment, looking up at your face. “This okay?”

“Yeah, Joel,” you say. “I want it.”

“Good.”

His forehead drops lightly against your sternum as he moves you against him. He guides your hips into a slow grind. Your knees sink into the plush of the old sofa cushions, your hands braced on his shoulders. 

If he were anyone else, you’d have kissed him already. You settle for pressing your face against the side of his neck, dragging your nose up the column of his bared throat. He smells like sun and sweat and pine, like the dry, dusty road and something else...something distinctly him. It's subtle. It makes your mouth water.

He holds you tight, a strong arm wrapped around your back. You run your hands over his biceps, over the hard lines of his muscles, his shoulders—feeling what often distracts you when he crosses his arms over his chest and the fabric of his shirt pulls taut.

Joel is content, for now, to lift his hips, just barely, into the steady roll of your hips. You think about last time—his clinical, efficient approach. It was all deliberate movements and quick work. He'd made a growled promise that it would only ever happen once.

And yet.

This time, he seems to be letting himself enjoy something, reveling in the pleasure. That alone feels like an unaffordable indulgence, like if you drew attention to it, you’d scare it away. 

His big hand slides heavily up the curve of your spine, a needy drag, and back down again, settling on your lower back, urging you harder. Faster.

More.

It feels good. You rock your hips, grinding yourself into his lap, where he’s full and hard now, thick and straining against his fly, and you groan together when he adjusts his legs wider and pushes his hips up to meet you, letting you get at his clothed erection a little easier. The metal button on your jeans clicks against his belt buckle as you move.

He turns his head to set his teeth against your shoulder, biting with no pressure, and breathes hot against the fabric as you ride him, his chest expanding on a sharp inhale as you drag your core over the stiff arch of his cock and chase the embers of pleasure sparking low in your belly.

All at once, it’s not enough.

Joel grunts and grips your ass, fingers digging into your soft flesh, and he half-shoves, half-lifts you backwards as he straightens, setting you on your feet in front of him. You make a squeaked sound of surprise at the sudden movement, clutching his biceps for balance as you find your footing, and the corner of his mouth twitches up into the barest beginning of a smile. You smile back at him, radiant.

Smiles.

The pills are hitting. It’s all a little delirious.

The moment feels surreal, like this dated living room has been snatched from the current of time and set down on solid ground. Just for a moment. Just to let you both breathe.

It evaporates quickly. His stern expression returns.

“Bedroom,” Joel says with a bossy little jerk of his chin.

You snatch the half-empty whiskey bottle from the coffee table and head down the hall.

There are two spare bedrooms in this big, white house—the one upstairs that Ellie disappeared into and a second down here on the first floor. It’s situated down the hall from the locked door. You try not to think about that room. Try not to wonder if Joel and Tess shared this same spare room when they used to visit.

There are too many ghosts here tonight.

You pop open the bottle and drink deep, and Joel shuts the door behind him with a quiet click. He stoops to switch on the lamp on the bedside table.

You drop the corked whiskey onto an armchair and reach for the top button of your shirt, eager to avoid an awkward interlude, eager to please him.

There’s something about Joel that makes you desperate to be wanted by him—something more than just his gruff appeal or the situation you’re in together or the fact that his care promises some measure of safety in this world of scarcity. It has everything to do with how he acts around the people that are his. More than just protective. Possessive.

This want is practical. And it’s not. 

It’s animal too.

He rounds the bed and stands close, stopping your hand with his. You look up, and he inclines his head toward the bed.

“Lie down.”

You move to listen, but he stops you. 

“Wait.”

He bends to grip the bottom edge of the bed frame, and Joel grunts as he slides the whole thing a few inches away from the wall. The feet squeak along the hardwood floor.

He straightens and nods. “Alright, go on.”

The image of him arched over your body, fucking you so hard and deep that the headboard knocks against the wall—thump, thump, thump—sets your heart racing. You scramble up the bed, and he takes his time unlacing his boots then follows with a slow crawl, watching you with dark eyes. With intent so potent it makes you want to look away.

You don’t.

He’s here this time.

As present as either of you can be when you’re a little high. Just the barest edge of sedated. You imagine your own eyes are glassy, lacquered in the low light of the shaded lamp. Joel’s don’t seem to be, though. He’s alert.

He crowds you further up the bed, and you scoot back until your head hits the pillow. He makes space for himself between your legs and reaches for your collar. You watch his deft fingers work quickly down the line of buttons on your shirt.

His eyes flick from his hands to your face and back. There’s naked want there—desire etched into his hard features. You’ve never seen him like this. You’ve only seen him two ways: serious or furious.

This is something else. This is intoxicating.

Your head is starting to spin.

He gets your shirt open, helps you shuck it off, and pulls your bra off with a practiced ease. His large, warm hands palm your breasts as soon as they’re free. He’s immediately fixated, and the attention sends a flush of heat over your bare skin. He tests the weight of each, kneading lightly, his mouth parted in muted awe as his fingertips sink into the give. He tweaks your nipple between two fingers, one and then the other, and watches, satisfied, as they pebble for him. He studies your reactions to his touch, eyes lingering on your face as he plays with you, as if your response is as important to him as the feel of you. 

He takes his time. Unhurried. Like you have all the time in the world.

Joel leans down suddenly and licks a warm stripe up the line of your sternum, through the valley of your breasts, and your body reacts to him: you arch your back into the heat, your hand automatically burying itself in his thick hair, your lips parting around a moan.

His tongue.

You must taste like salt and sweat, and yet, he looks a little smug when he pulls back, his lips quirked in a half smile.

“You like that?”

He looks young when he smiles. You can see thirty-year-old Joel in that look. Unburdened Joel. Fifty-year-old Joel without the trauma.

The margins of your vision start to smudge as you look at him; colors bleed freely in the dim light, his features running like wet ink. His smile melts away. You feel off-kilter, like you’ll slip off the solid plane of this mattress and drop into nothingness if you don’t hold on. You fist your hands in the comforter.

A hand frames your cheek. You can’t focus your eyes. Your lashes flutter.

Joel says your name, concern woven between each syllable.

Once. Again.

He drops his weight onto you. The spinning stops, and your hands release. You meet his eyes.

“Joel—”

You remember last time—the first time you fucked, the smothering weight of his hand on your mouth when you said his name—and you bite your lip before you can say anything else. But he doesn’t react to it this time. He’s too lost in it.

It feels good to be lost together.

“You alright?” he asks, his brow pinched not in anger or distress, for once, but in naked concern.  “Too much?”

You're not sure if he's asking about the pills and the booze or the pace or just...him.

“No, no.” You shake your head. “I’m good now.”

There’s so much care in his eyes that it feels like he’d give you anything you want in this moment. Like he’d lie down and hold you if you asked him to. You’re seeing him without his hardened front, and it makes you shiver. You slip your fingers around the back of his neck and pull his face down to yours, taking the thing you want most. He bends for you willingly.

His lips are a little chapped, his facial hair scratchy. You’re expecting a light kiss and a retreat, a concession. You’re not expecting his whole body to respond—the press of his chest against yours and an arm slipping under your shoulders to force you closer. You’re not expecting to be enveloped by his wide frame, for your back to be lifted a couple inches off the mattress in his urgency to hold you tight. You’re not expecting his tongue to slip between your lips first—to lick across the roof of your mouth in an utterly invasive, possessive way that makes you gasp.

He coaxes your shocked body into a response with careful waves of his tongue, consuming you with hungry lips and searching, grasping hands. Gentle teeth worry your bottom lip, soothed by the pass of his tongue. His nose nudges tenderly against yours as he kiss kiss kisses his way across your cheek.

He pulls back, fixing you with a serious look.

“You sure you’re okay?”

You can see him so perfectly in the before for a second. How he might have asked you the same question in some mundane situation, helping you to your feet after a stumble with a steadying hand on your shoulder. The dip of his accent and the color of his eyes would have spelled the end for you. You would have been a goner.

“Yeah, I’m sure. I’m good.”

“You wanna stop?”

You tighten your fingers in his shirt and shake your head. “No.”

He nods, sweeping light fingers across your cheek, and leans back in.

You fumble blindly with the buttons of his shirt as he kisses you, working as quickly as you can in the tight, shifting space between your bodies. When you have it almost all the way open, he sits back on his heels and yanks it off the rest of the way, tossing it off the bed. You tug impatiently at the hem of the white t-shirt he has on underneath, but he goes right for the button on your jeans, popping it open and ignoring the zipper completely. It comes down on its own when he hooks his fingers in your belt loops and jerks the denim off your body. Your underwear goes with it.

You reach for his belt buckle, but he stops you.

“No,” he says, stern, not unkind, “I’m gonna make you come first.”

He waits for your nod, then slides down the mattress and situates himself between your legs, spreading them open with a decisive push. 

You’re naked under his gaze.

You watch, tense with anticipation, as he leans down to part you with the v of his fingers, one forearm hooked over the top of your thigh. He takes his time admiring the natural gloss of your arousal, his face situated so close that you can feel the warmth of each individual exhale on your skin, and then he looks up at you from his position between your thighs.

Without breaking eye contact, he adds to your slick by pouting his lips and letting a line of his spit drip slowly onto your pussy. 

When he did that the first time you fucked, you chalked it up to efficiency, necessity—a way to bypass intimacy by cutting down on foreplay. Now, watching him track the slow seep of his saliva over your glistening cunt with hungry eyes, you realize he just likes it. He’s just nasty.

Joel dips his head and licks through the mess.

Your knees start to close reflexively around his ears at the first direct stimulation against your clit, but he forces your legs open with one hand and the width of his shoulders.

He looks up at your face.

“You gonna keep these open for me or do I need to do it for you?”

He says it in his usual deadpan, but there’s a challenge there, a hint of provocation behind his expression, the buried hope that you might want to fight him in the way he’d like. You tuck that away for later.

For now, he takes your look of surprise as an affirmative and dips his head again, satisfied.

He works his tongue over the aching pearl of your clit with a gentle, targeted flick—up and back, the bridge of his nose pressed hard against your mound—and your mind goes blank. You arch into him, fucking yourself against his face in a languid rhythm, as the tension begins to build in your body. 

He likes it. His throat vibrates with an approving hum.

You grip the comforter as your muscles pull taut, as your thighs tense in his tight hold. You can hear the flick of his tongue and the suck of his lips. The low, wet sounds.

He exhales sharply through his nose and readjusts, his hands forcing your thighs open and up, so he can taste you how he wants—where he wants. Where you’re dripping for him.

The rough pad of one finger rocks steadily over your clit while he fucks you with his tongue, moaning into the heat of your body as he pushes in as deep as he can. His other hand is gripped around the back of your thigh. Bruises will blossom there by morning, a shadow of his hold on you.

You crook an elbow and drop your arm over your face, turning into it to muffle the noises he’s dragging out of you. A whine. A choked moan.

His mouth moves back up, and a finger takes its place, eased inside you with little resistance. He slides it out, and a second joins the first when he presses them back in. They’re thick, and he pushes them deep.

Joel builds your pleasure to a peak—with his hand, with his tongue, with the low sounds grunted in his throat—and it climbs steadily until it breaks. He climbs with you, the cadence of his breath picking up as yours does, his body rocking gently into yours in time with his fingers' movements inside you, his shoulders pressed against the backs of your thighs. The bed is shifting, the mattress springs whining quietly as you writhe. 

You clench tight around his thrusting fingers, their tips curled repeatedly against the spot that makes your heels slip down the bed, and he closes his eyes as he works you through it with the hot lick of his tongue on your clit. 

Through the shock, the tremors, and the slow fade. Until you’re limp.

His voice is a husky drawl, his breath humid on your hip. “Fuck, baby, you feel good.”

It’s barely anything. From him, it feels like a revelation, like a fucking love poem. You reach for him.

“Please, Joel—”

He sits up, kneeling between your legs, and rips his shirt over his head. His heaving chest is flushed. He opens his belt buckle with one hand, the clink of metal and slip of leather loud in the quiet room as it slithers out of his belt loops, and he drops it to the floor. He moves from the bed to kick off his jeans, and when he settles his body over yours again, the only thing left between you is the thin fabric of his boxer briefs.

You can feel the heft of him through them. The strain and the heat. The body-warm fabric pressed against your wet cunt.

He’s heavy on top of you, his hips caught between your thighs, his chest warm against yours, knuckles ghosting over your cheek. You shove the elastic waistband over his ass, impatiently searching for skin.

“Need you to fuck me,” you breathe.

He helps you push the fabric down, gets them off, and holds himself over you with a hand braced by your ear, gripping the base of his cock to tease the head through your folds. He meets your eyes as he catches the tip on the notch of your entrance and starts to sink inside you, dropping his hips forward in a slow, purposeful movement as he drinks in your reaction. You’re wet and aching to be filled, but he’s still a stretch, so he thrusts shallowly against the resistance until the crease in your brow smoothes and your body welcomes him deep.

He drops to his forearms and lets you feel each other. He’s thick inside you, sharp and vital in a way that feels incredible, hugged tight in your heat. Joel dips his head, your foreheads brushing, and he presses his mouth to yours in a light kiss. Sweet and quick. Almost chaste.

He tastes like you.

Then he circles his hips, a slow grind that ends in a controlled thrust—powerful and targeted.

You get to collect little pieces of him while he moves inside you, as his cock kisses the deepest parts of you, as you cling to him. Gray hairs are threaded among the dark brown ones on his chest. His neck is dusted with faint freckles, only visible this close. There’s a shiny pink scar on his left shoulder—a deep cut, old and healed. A much newer one puckers the skin of his bicep. A bullet graze.

He likes to kiss your neck and suck on the supple skin of your breasts while he fucks you.

He gives you a second orgasm before searching for his own, reaching between your bodies to take you over the edge with the practiced ease of his fingers.

He was right to move the bed away from the wall.

He works his way up from a slow, deep rhythm to a pace that has each punch of his hips threatening to drive you up the silky fabric of the comforter. He slips a hand under your back and curls his fingers over the top of your shoulder, keeping you in place as he impales you on his cock, pulling you back down to meet him each time. The pleasure has you pressing your head back into the pillow, your eyes closed tight.

He doesn’t like that tonight.

“Look at me.”

Joel shoves a hand under your skull, tangles his fingers in your hair, and holds you fast. He’s panting as his eyes flick between yours. Searching. Almost…frantic as he starts to fuck you harder, with less control. The mattress complains under your shifting bodies.

You watch him unravel.

One hand still caught in your hair, he pulls out and jerks himself over you, chasing his orgasm as he watches your face. He bares his teeth when he comes across your stomach in warm pulses, pearly lines dripped over your skin. The pleasure punches a grunt and a hiss from him, his hand squeezing tight around the base of his cock as his whole body tenses and releases, the tug of his fist slowing to a stop as he milks the last drop.

He’s breathing hard as his gaze traces over the spots where you’re painted with him, and something flickers behind his veiled eyes. Before you can really catch it, he scrubs a hand down his tired face and reaches for his discarded shirt. He uses it to wipe the sticky mess off your skin and tosses the crumpled thing back onto the floor.

He settles on the edge of the bed, sitting with his back to you, and you slip underneath the blankets. Now that you’re sated, sleep is starting to weigh at the edges of your consciousness. Insistent.

Joel pulls on his jeans and leaves the room, shutting the door quietly behind him. You hear water running.

You lie there—torn between feeling sure he’s coming back, especially seeing as the rest of his clothes are here, and the creeping thought that he’d probably rather sleep on the too-short couch then blur an already murky line by sharing this bed for something other than sex.

It would be so nice, for once, not to sleep alone.

But you’re used to sleeping alone.

His steps creak on the hardwood outside the door. Too much relief blooms in your gut.

Joel shuts the door behind him and stands at the end of the bed, scratching a hand through his tousled hair. Something about his rumpled appearance, his uncertainty, his half-dressed state is endearing. It’s so rare to see him…undone. He’s studying you, like he doesn’t quite know how to bridge the gap between your bodies now that the lust has dulled. Now that it’s just you and him and a bed.

“You want me to find another room?” you ask, knowing full well that the Texas gentleman buried somewhere inside him would never allow that. He’d leave if he wanted to be alone.

“No,” he says, making a decision and reaching for the light. He shuts it off with a click. There’s a shuffling of clothes, off and on, and he slips under the blankets.

In the dark, it’s easier for him. He gets close. He doesn’t reach for you, but in the quiet black, you can hear him angle his body toward you, settling on his side. He doesn’t resist when you slide closer; his hand rests on your waist when you press your nose into the soft, worn cotton of his t-shirt.

In the morning, he’ll be gone again.

#joel miller x you #joel miller x female reader #joel miller x f!reader #tlou fanfiction #joel miller fanfiction #the last of us fanfiction #the last of us #tlou #tlou spoilers #the last of us spoilers

[ellieluvr420]

We meet again, darling pt.20 (detective Abby Anderson x criminal reader x detective Ellie Williams)

Synopsis: Abby Anderson is a skilled detective that's never let a criminal escape her grasp, until you. You've infiltrated every part of her life and she still can't get you. As she grows more and more intrigued by you she finds herself descending further into darkness until there's no way back. She takes your hand and follows you as if your presence is the only thing giving her life knowing that you are the most dangerous thing for her. Her life will never be hers again and she will stop at nothing to keep following you down your path of corruption.

Violence!! I mean obvi but just so you know LOL

OMG cannot believe the series is actually over. I'm kind of sad tbh but i already have plans for an epilogue that i am rlly excited to start. Now that this series is basically done if you have any requests for me to write or even any questions in general pls lmkkkk bc u guys are so cute to chat to I love it <3

You’re woken by someone slapping your face a couple times, your head throbs and every muscle in your body aches, it’s quiet where you are except for the inhaling of a cigar and the sound of drops of water hitting the floor periodically. You keep your eyes closed until you feel a hand pinching your nose and lips shut. Your eyes fly open only to be greeted with the Met bosses face once again, once he sees you're awake he lets go allowing you to catch your breath. Your arms are handcuffed to a pole above your head and your tiptoes are barely touching the floor, you feel a drop of water land on your head and look up to see the pipe you’re handcuffed to is leaking, as your eyes adjust to the dark lighting of the room you take in your surroundings, a basement you assume with no windows but you can’t see any stairs, only a door out of the room that seemed hundred of miles away.

“Good, you’re awake. Didn’t want you to miss any of this of course.” He smiles sickeningly and your face remains completely emotionless. You watch as he walks over to a table in the corner of the room and you notice the various tools: a taser, a knife, what looks like a big lighter but a small blow torch, there are other things but you can’t make them out from where you’re stood. He follows your eye-line and chuckles as he walks to the table where he picks up the knife. “All you have to do is beg sweetheart and I won’t ruin that pretty face of yours.

“Stop stalling like a little bitch and get on with it already.”

“Stubborn… I like it.” He takes the cigar from his mouth and presses it to the part of your chest that escaped from under your top. You hiss but bite your tongue, you won’t let him enjoy this. He looks at you to elicit your response and his face grows unamused by your lack of a reaction. He takes the knife and drags it down one of your arms, again you focus all of your energy on not reacting which only angers him more. He violently slashes at your cheek and a small squeak leaves your lips more out of shock than anything else. You feel the warm drips of crimson dripping down your arm and you see a small puddle gathering below you, the cuts were deep but not life threatening so you brace yourself for more of this.

“You know you heard that story of me killing a man’s wife?” He huffs at your calmness.

“Yes.”

“I heard stories about your wife too. Where is she?“ His face grows dark and he punches you in the mouth, the taste of iron fills your mouth and your dart your tongue out to feel the tear in your lip that was the source of the blood.

“Shut your mouth you little cunt.” He storms over to the table and grabs both the taser and the lighter. You hold your breath in anticipation until he holds the small blowtorch at the arm that he hadn’t cut. You screeched at the sensation and started to thrash until you heard the sound of the taser being turned on, before you can react it’s being pressed to your stomach. You feel as if every nerve in your body is being set on fire at the same time as you convulse with the electric current, he doesn’t remove it for at least 5 seconds and by the time he does you're slumped as much as the handcuffs will allow, everything is spinning and your vision is shaky at best.

“You sent your wife to jail for your crimes. You’re a coward.” The look on his face was indescribable, you knew you had him where you wanted him.

Abby and Ellie were racing through the streets in Abby’s car following the gps to where your location said you were. Abby had slipped a tracker into your bag when you said you’d be going to kill the Met boss on your own. She knew you’d be angry at her for using one of your own trackers on you but she didn’t care, all she cared about was your safety. Her heart was in her throat and her mouth was dry as she drove as fast as her car could take her to you.

Ellie had messaged you to tell you that she’d be at Abby’s so Jeremy knew to pick her up from there but when the message went unanswered both their nerves spiked, Abby had been watching the stationary tracker since you got there but her nerves only got the best of her when it had been an hour and you still hadn’t moved.

“Get out of the fucking way.” Abby yelled at the drivers in front of her, not that it had an effect. There was traffic everywhere and she felt sick at the thought of you not being okay, she left a symphony of car horns honking behind her as she cut people off left right and centre.

“Abby up here take a left, we’re not that far now.” Abby spins the wheel to the left and the car skids round the corner. As they reached the destination your tracker said you were they both grabbed their hand guns that had silencers on them and jumped out.

They approached the house quietly and checked to see if the door was open but weren’t surprised to find it was locked, they walked round the back of the house and found an open window to climb through. They crept through the house checking each room with Abby leading and Ellie following behind watching their backs. They open a door to see 3 men sitting at a table playing poker and before the men could say anything Abby shot all three, they all fell and Abby took a step further into the room only to see you weren’t there either. She whipped her head round when she heard the quiet click followed by the subsequent whoosh of Ellie’s gun being fired twice, she rushed out to see two men dead on the floor on top of each other. Abby looked at Ellie who was just staring at them.

“You okay?”

“Yeah come on we gotta keep going.” Abby took the lead once again until they reached some stairs leading downwards. Abby turned to look at Ellie and they both shared the same look of hope and desperation. “I’m gonna go down there, stay here and keep watch?”

“Yeah yeah go.”

He lurched at you and as he got close enough you kneed him hard in the crotch and then pulled on the chain of your handcuffs and jumped upwards, you gripped your thighs round his neck and squeezed with all your might. He thrashed around but it only made you squeeze tighter, you watched as his lips turned blue and his eyes bulged out of his head, bloodshot and wide with fear. You squeezed harder one last time until you see the light fade from his eyes and feel him go limp against you, you untangled your legs from his neck and watched in amusement as he crumpled to the floor, it was only after watching him for a peaceful moment that you realised you were now stuck dangling from this pipe. You yank at it but it doesn’t budge unsurprisingly.

“Fuck.”

You’re standing staring at the unconscious man on the floor contemplating where to go from here when you hear a loud bash against the door, and another and another until the door slammed open as the wood splintered and cracked. You were sure it was one of his men but when you saw Abby standing in the doorway staring back at you and the man before you with a look that could only be described as relief your body relaxed and you exhaled the breath you hadn't realised you were holding.

“We came to help you but it looks like you’ve got everything covered here.” She gestures at the man on the floor and you laugh a little, the adrenaline that had been powering you was slowly dissipating and every movement hurt, you winced and she came rushing towards you.

“I actually had no idea what I was going to do from here so thank you.”

“Oh my god, did you just say… thank you?”

“Shut up and help me down.”

“There’s my girl.” She chuckles and starts looking around for something to get the handcuffs off but comes up unlucky. “Fuck it.” She grabs a crowbar she found and starts bashing it on the pipe until the section you’re attached to comes loose from the section next to it which sends you falling to the ground, though Abby catches you before you can. As she’s helping you to lean against her Ellie bursts into the room, the look of pure happiness as she sees you is wiped away by devastation evident all over her face when she notices your condition: a swollen cheekbone painted with purple and black as well as a small cut where the skin was broken open from the large ring you noticed on the man's finger, a split lip and a thick cut across your other cheekbone that was still dripping blood down your face, the circular burn mark on your chest and the large seeping cut going down your arm. She noticed the puddle of blood on the floor as well as the way you were trembling and her heart shattered at the sight.

“Come on we need to get out of here.” Ellie sounds rushed and Abby immediately scoops you into her arms, you put your still handcuffed hands over her head so you could hold onto her neck and her arms sat snug under the backs of your knees and around your back, encasing you in her arms.

“You ready?”

“No, I need to kill him.”

“Fine.” Abby puts you down but still keeps you propped up against her side, you grab the knife and the taser and kneel over him, jabbing the taser straight into his crotch and turning it on until he woke up, when he met your eyes you smiled and blew him a kiss, which looked a little comical because of the handcuffs still around your wrists, before slitting his throat from ear to ear, blood splattered out all over you and you felt euphoric. He choked and squirmed but as he went still and the life drained from his face you nodded at Abby and she scooped you up once again. Ellie stayed in front of you two as you rushed out of the house, by the time you reached Abby’s car your vision was blurry and everything was spinning, your injuries were catching up to you and you just wanted to sleep.

“El get in the back with her.” Abby placed you gently into the back of the car and Ellie followed suit as Abby jumped in the drivers seat and sped away back to yours.

Ellie gently manoeuvred you so you were leaning on her chest between her legs. You hadn’t noticed she was crying until you felt a tear drop onto your face from where she was hovering above you.

“Don’t cry, I’m okay.” Your voice was croaky and barely there but she heard you and nodded. She looked at Abby through the rearview mirror and saw the same worried expression knitted into Abby’s eyebrows.

“Can either of you do stitches?” They both stopped their tasks, Abby treating your burns with the first aid kit you had and Ellie cleaning the cuts that littered your body.

“Seriously?” Abby questioned.

“Yeah. It’s not a big deal if you can’t I just hate doing them on myself.”

“You are not giving yourself stitches.” Abby sounded annoyed but her face was a picture of disbelief.

“I’ve done it before and I did a first aid training course when I was 17. I’ll be fine.” You go to sit up but feel Ellie’s hand gently pushing you back down.

“Just stay still please, I will get you the stuff to do the stitches.” Ellie’s voice is soft but firm and you decide to listen considering all they did for you today. Ellie goes to the first aid kit and brings back everything you need. "Before I give this to you, I have to ask, how long ago were you 17?" You roll your eyes at her before realising what she was saying.

"Are you asking me how old I am?"

"Yes." Abby answers for her.

"I am 33. You're 36." You point at Abby then at Ellie. "And you're 34. Now can I please have that?" You gesture at the medical equipment in Ellie's hand with the finger that was already pointed in her direction, she hands it to you as Abby and her nod at each other in triumph that they finally got the answer to the question they were both wondering about earlier.

They both watch in horror as you stitch your cuts as quickly as you can, once you’re done you all breathe a sigh of relief and you sit quietly processing everything that happened today.

“How did you know where I was?” Abby’s cheeks immediately redden and she looks like a guilty child as she avoids eye contact.

“I tracked you.” You pause, taken aback but a smile grows on your face that even you take a second to register.

“Thank you. Both of you, you saved me from myself today. I shouldn’t have went alone but my arrogance is a fatal flaw.”

“You? Flawed? Pshhhh.” Ellie responds and your quirk an eyebrow at her. You all laugh and once they’ve finished treating your wounds they come to lay down next to you.

"Abby can you pass me my phone please I need to make some calls."

"I think you should rest."

"I will, but I need to ring Jeremy quickly. We need a plane to catch tomorrow don't we?"

"You can book us onto the next flight tomorrow." Ellie chimes in.

"I'm not booking a flight, I need Jeremy to make sure the jet is ready to fly tomorrow."

"The jet?" They say in unison.

"Do you actually think I would fly on a public plane? How would I even do that when I'm officially dead?" They laugh at the snobby tone of your voice but also realised you had a point. Abby gets your phone for you and you ring Jeremy to explain, he confirms everything will be ready for you tomorrow so you thank him and end the call.

"I hope you've had fun in the city because we are never coming back."

"Anywhere with you is better." Abby whispers.

"We'd follow you to the ends of the earth." Ellie adds.

You don't reply, simply choosing to kiss both their lips but all you keep thinking, with a sick smile on your face, is:

'I know.'

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[irisposts]

rosyln - reader x ellie

part two & part three

a short blurb of ellie taking the drunk reader home and they have a cute interaction

highly recommend playing the song roslyn by bon iver while reading this :) might make ian extended version idk lemme know

You’re eyes caught Ellie’s the first day she came to school—the first day that her and Joel had fully assimilated into Jackson’s society. She sat in the back, head turned to the window. Seemingly lost in thought, she’d do that the entire first week. Ellie spoke only if she was spoken too. Having enough of it, you gathered the courage to approach her. It was like a match made in heaven, the two of you were inseparable and eventually you’d introduce her to your own group of friends. On one instance you ask if she wanted to sneak out of Jackson for the night with those friends. To your surprise she accepted. Without much care, you, Dina, Jessie, and Ellie left jackson. Only to be swarmed by infected, you remember distinctly how a stalker clawed it’s way over to ellie. And how you climbed atop of it,

“and slashed its throat, I mean clean off the fuckin bone…and that my friends… is how ellie is with us today.” You drunkly rest a hand atop Ellie’s shoulder. Giving it a gentle squeeze, you notice her stiffen under your touch.

The group of your friends squished around the campfire laugh amongst themselves. Cat throws a knowing look to Ellie, you catch Dina watching that interaction with intensity. Jessie chuckles to himself at the memory, “God, weren’t we stupid?”He shakes his head.

“Yeah.” Ellie let’s out a sigh. Bringing a bottle of booze up to her lips. She takes a quick swig, her head thrown back. “You totally saved my life, y/n” her head drops, eyes falling down to yours. There’s the slightest grin on her lips.

“Your welcome.” You scrunch your nose, and find your arms looping into Ellie’s. Your cheek rests along her arm.

Pat, one of the youngest of the group whistles at the interactions.

“Fuck off.” Flustered, Ellie looks to the group of people watching. Her hands smooths down the hair atop of your head. “It’s been a long night,” Ellie bends to get a better look at you. But you’re in your own mind, blabbering about nonsense at a whisper. “I should take her home.”

Jesse claps his hands together, then let’s a hand rest on top of Dina’s knee. “You need any help?”

Ellie starts to lift you up. Letting your body weight lean against her. “Nah,” Ellie pulls your arm over her shoulder. “I got her.”

Your chest thumps st the feeling of Ellie’s hand along your waist. Her fingers slightly digging into your skin. You slightly sober up, a new found energy flows through your body.

You two wobble away from the little crowd. You try to wave back to them, but Ellie almost you drags you away.

You inhale the cool air, admiring the lights of both the sky and of jackson. You close your eyes, letting the sound of both your footsteps trudging through the snow fill your ears. You think back to when you were younger, and how incredibly close you and Ellie both were. You still were close, but in recent years, Ellie’s become more distant. The smiles and puns, becoming a rare occurrence. You now open your eyes, looking over to Ellie. Admiring the redness on her nose and cheeks. The small white snowflakes sticking to her lashes. The soft cloud of her breath in the winter air.

“Mm,ithinkiwannastaywithyoutonight.” You mumble, squishing yourself closer to ellie.

She looks at you with curiosity. “What?”

You roll your eyes. You lick at your lips trying to simmer this burn of alcohol in your chest, but also utilize the sudden confidence it’s given you. “I don’t…want to go home.” Ellie furrows her brows. You look up with those determined eyes. “I want,” you poke a finger at her chest. “to go home with you….”

You finger is just above her heart and you swear you feel it thump beneath your touch. The two of you are stopped in the middle of town, snow fluttering down around you. Ellie stands frozen—that hand still on you’re waist. Her eyes dart to your left eye, then to your right, and down to your lips. To your surprise, Ellie raises her hand. It ever so slightly cups at your cheek, her thumb rubbing softly at the rosiness below your eyes. “Okay.” with a soft smile, “…let’s go home.”

Your gaze softens with a feeling that can only equate with love…

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[penvisions]

return the favor {chapter 18}

Pairing: Joel Miller x Smuggler! Reader

Summary: A cabin helps your trio to hide away from the winter storm that rages on as you trek across Nebraska. The little sanctuary is threatened as people discover the structure for themselves.

Word Count: 5.9k

Warnings: medial gore, medical jargon, description of injuries, blood, stitches, description of broken bone, use of narcotics, use of medical narcotics, reference to past fever, mentions of past violence, canon typical violence, sexual content, oral (f receiving), kissing, p in v smut, unprotected p in v, big feelings, small feelings, all the feelings, fighting, gun violence, mentions of forced restraint, tense moments, stressful moments, fear

A/N: found inspiration with these two and decided to get the ball rolling on this once again! sorry for the lack of updates with this and my frankie fic {the melting point}. this one is nearing the middle ground and the other is nearing the end and it's made me a little emotional. hope y'all enjoy this ♡ a lot happens, just be warned!

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The cabin was in good condition, for being abandoned for such a long time. Cobwebs decorated every corner, every arch of the walls, inside every cabinet. The snow outside was gaining weight as it cascaded down from the low hanging, dark clouds urged all three of you inside quickly. The wind had been steadily picking up, the darkness of the sky overhead as it barely contained a storm not allowing you to distinguish time.

“Winter is officially here.”

“It’s only going to get harder from here on out.” You sighed, breath misting with the deep exhale.

There was a fireplace in the modest living room, an open floor plan to allow the kitchen to be visible, separated only by an island that still had stools set neatly beneath the overhanging counter on one side.

“Most of the wood will be damp from the snow.” Joel was crouched down by the chute, pulling the small mechanism to open it up, causing a small billow of soot to shoot out. He ducked his head in time to avoid it getting directly in his face. But some of it settled in his hair, masking the gray of it from view in a rather…endearing way. For a moment, you could picture a different setting, a different time. Perhaps a weekend getaway with the man at a younger age, both committed to each other and many more years ahead of you both that didn’t require such harsh survival skills. “If I can find an axe somewhere in here, I could chop smaller branches off with enough bristle to kickstart.”

“A fire!?” Ellie hovered at the top of the staircase, her smile excited as she took in the way Joel was messing with the fire place to ensure it would insulate properly. “There are two bedrooms up here! I call dibs on one.”

“I’ll sleep down here, it’d make me feel better.” Joel spoke quickly, not wanting you to claim the one on the entrance level. If there was a threat, he was sure you could get Ellie to safety from the top floor at the first sign.

“Copy that,” You quietly agreed as you began to lower yourself to the couch. Dust puffed up into the air, causing you to cough as you tried to expel the sudden intruder from your lungs. The shuffling caused pain to spark along your injured arm, from the slash marring the skin down toward where your mending bones were healing. Breathing heavily, you leaned back into the cushions gently, body exhausted from the past two days of trekking.

The cold hadn’t helped your waning fever, making the cold feel even more biting despite the flares of heat that traveled over your body at random intervals. But it was time, you mused with a frown as you watched Joel go through the process of cleaning out the chimney, of leaving and returning with small branches and some dried leaves he must’ve taken from where they still clung among them. Time to take the stitches out and to bathe the wound, really get the skin around it clean and tended to.

Ellie had moved beside you and your eyes focused as flames roared to life at Joel’s hands. He provided you both in the ways that he could, bringing warmth into your lives to help stave off sickness. Ellie’s hand trailed up and down her thighs, trying to warm them as the fire steadily fought off the chill that permeated the small sanctuary.

With your fever having subsided, you were more about your wits. Residual chills only due to the howling wind and the snow that didn’t seem to be stopping in its falling any time soon. Your arm was sore, but you decided to take the morning to unwrap it and look over the stitches. Sighing at the sign of how puckered the indentations were, how well the skin was holding up and the tenderness of the sight had waned. It was time. You had to remove the material or risk another wave of infection. You could only hope that the healing for your bone was going well underneath the skin, but you were still too hesitant to stretch your arm out lest it pull and tighten in a bad way.

Digging around in your pack, you laid out all of the items that were crammed into it. Taking inventory of your clothing, the weapons and ammo, the small collection of sentimental keepsakes, the contents of your first aid kits. All of it was laid out on the small island in the kitchen where you were sat on a stool beside it.

Mind traversing through thoughts a mile a minute, you tried to gage if you’d be able to withstand the winter as it progressed. That was harder to determine, even prepared with a map and clothing. It was shelter you were worried about, frostbite, body temperatures, enough food to keep the body running enough to persevere. That’s how Joel found you, contemplating everything as you cradled a small jar only big enough to contain a handful of dried seeds.

“Everything good? Looks like you’ve got a lot going on.” He poked around the ashes in the fireplace with a stoke, trying to see if there were any embers smoldering. Resigning himself to needing to go out and get some firewood squared away, he came up to stand beside you. Your eyes were still unfocused, thinking again about how the man had been aware enough to take care of you and Ellie while you were out of commission. Strong and capable, reliable if you were lucky enough to be deemed important enough to him.

Your name said in a stern call had you jumping where you sat. Eye’s focusing, you turned to see Joel leaning against the counter with his fist balled up and leaning down to try and bring you back to the present.

“Yes, sorry, everything is fine.”

“You sure? Lost ya for a minute there, how long have you been up?”

“Didn’t really sleep, anxious. Kept hearing voices in the wind, but I know that we’re relatively save out here in the middle of nowhere.” You set the small jar down, the glass clinking against the counter and drawing the man’s attention. “Ellie’s still asleep, she came into my bed last night. Watched over her.”  

One of his hands relaxed and he reached out to brush it against your own on the counter.

“You need your rest, still recoverin’ from everything.”

He watched over as you tended to your injuries, offering his help by silently standing beside you. A soft brush of fabric over the skin of your arm around the gash that trailed down your left bicep. Helping to wrap gauze more securely around it than you would’ve been able to with one hand.

Watching over as you carefully cut and pulled the stiches from your skin, the skin swollen and discolored in a way that you could see worried him. But you assured him that it looked good for what had happened, it would heal okay. It was just a matter of the bone fusing back together in a way that still allowed for normal movement, for the bearing of weight in order to use it even a fraction of well as you could before. But you were honest with him, it was a risky thing without stints, without plates, metal to adhere to the bone to ensure such perfect healing, without the ability to take an internal look.

It was then that he muttered he had a similar mark on his forearm from fending off the bear as it had given chase. You helped him to clean that, more than the haphazard swipe of alcohol he had done himself in the immediate aftermath. You checked his hands, the knuckles he had injured what seemed like so long ago now. They were still swollen, though he had movement back in them. They seemed to lock up if he didn’t stretch it out every so often, the bones holding trauma and no doubt aching in the colder weather. You applied a salve to his hand with gentle motions, massaging it into the skin with careful attention. His eyes watched over your face as you did so, trying to figure something out that he didn’t speak on.

The rest of the day was spent pouring over maps and trying to figure out where you had ended up.

Being lost was a worry both you and Joel shared, but you kept it between yourselves. Not wanting to alert Ellie of the possible mishap, she was already going slow, the weather dampening her in the wake of what happened in Kansas City.

“So, are you going to like split off from us the second we step foot in Wyoming?” Ellie asked, a weird air about her as she watched the way your head turns on a constant swivel, taking in the environment around you both. A small trek around the lake’s perimeter had been the activity of the day during the calm dusting of snow that the storm had diluted down to. “Cause, we’re going North, according to Joel’s calculations.”

“I’m with you, gremlin, until you don’t want me.” You didn’t turn to look at her, so when she clung to you suddenly, it caught you off guard and your feet slipped from underneath you. You tried to twist so you wouldn’t land on her and she held tight as you both tumbled to the ground in a puff of snow. Laughter rang out into the cold hair in puffs of hot breath as you both sat up. “I wouldn’t have said anything if I knew you were going to take me out!”

“Thank you.” Her voice was muffled where she pressed her face into your good shoulder, the one not supporting the weight of your broken arm with a makeshift sling.

“Of course, Ellie.” You nuzzled your nose into the top of her beanie, arms wrapping around her as best you could. You both stayed there, entangled on the cold ground for a few moments.

She stood up and helped to pull you to your feet, glancing back at the cabin on the other side of the lake, something behind her eyes.

“Joel has changed, but he…he makes me nervous.” Her gloved hands, your own pair given to her, twisted and tangled as she fidgeted beside you.

“I get that, but he’s a good man, Ellie. If he didn’t want us around or didn’t want to look after you, he would’ve made that known. He just…carries a lot. We all do in this world.”

“What did one ocean say to the other?” Ellie waggled her eyebrows at you, shifting from serious to goofy as she followed you toward where Joel had strung up some snares the day before. When you just looked over at her with a raised eyebrow of your own, she was about to finish her joke when you stole the punchline from her.

“Nothing, they just waved.”

“Ah, no!! I was so excited to say it!” One of her small hands punched lightly in front of her, face scrunched up in mock annoyance but the corners of her mouth struggling not to life up with her mirth.

“I’m shore you were, gremlin. But ocean jokes are in my blood. Water you gonna do about it?”

“You’re krillin’ my vibe, man.”

It was silent for a few moments as you both breached the tree line, going toward where Joel had set the traps up. As you neared them, you could see two hares had gotten tangled in them. A meal enough for all three of you if carefully prepared. Ellie watched carefully as you walked her through removing them without causing damage to the small bodies.

“Are the beaches different on the other coast?”

You were sure your steps could be heard as you walked down the stairs. As quiet as you were, you knew he was on alert, even with his bad ear, he had good hearing. Though you could tell as winter prevailed, it was waning in his right one more and more. You wished you had the mechanics and materials to try and make something for him, an aid of some sort, but it was long past when that was something to offer people. The state of the world didn’t care about ailing injuries, about the loss of senses, the loss of what helped to make survival easier. It would damn you and watch on as it did so. Time and time again.

You noticed his door wasn’t shut all the way, left open a crack so he wasn’t sealed away in a bubble of his own making. A silent way of saying, I’m here and I’m doing my best to provide protection and be on alert even in sleep. That he cared, even if he was unwilling to voice it aloud in a substantial way. But that was part of his growing appeal, the way he was so willing to do what needed to be done for Ellie, for you.

The incidents faced so far, the way he had been willing to send Ellie away from the bear and back to you, the way he had gone to that house to take out the shooter on higher ground that had been about to take out your group like ducks who didn’t know the danger about them. the way he had killed that man for calling you names, threatening you in a way that seemed more real than the Infected that had chased you through the depleted store. Threats eradicated at his own risk of safety.

It was warm in the cabin, the fire gently crackling as it lost height from not being fed. The flames cast moving shadows about the small room, an excursion of bare minimum comforts in the form of indoor protection all the way out here. You worried for a moment if more were in the area, scattered about the lake. But you hadn’t seen any other structures during your trek and if they had once existed, you were sure they would be in rough shape, even if still standing. Wind howled outside, a testament to the elements siding with the worlds downfall, take take take. Take everything that is not strong, that does not want to life, that can not handle living in the design of its making.

The creak of the door to his room would surely alert him of movement, if your steps hadn’t. He was sitting up in his bed, fully clothed save for his boots. Bed made and top blanket thrown over him gathered around his waist as his eyes traced your entrance into his space. A question on his lips was stolen from him as you leaned down once beside the bed. The kiss searing as you suddenly settled yourself over his thighs, hands curling into his hair. He groaned into your mouth, and your tongue to sought out his own.

His hands were gentle, rough fingers barely making any contact as his eyes watched the way he skimmed them over your exposed body. His plush lips pressing kisses in their wake as he moved down down down.

“Darlin’,” He looked up at you, strand of steel hair curled over his forehead above his eyes. Pupils nearly consumed the comforting brown of them, desperate and worked up, his breath hot exhales over the bare skin of your abdomen. His hands were gripping your hips, fingers digging into the give there while his thumbs were brushing over the crease of your thighs. You didn’t see, couldn’t see the desperation in his eyes as he felt the heat of you as your legs spread and made room for him to lean in close. How he fit so perfectly there like the space was his. Looking up to see your head thrown back on the pillow, hair fanning out loose and beautiful in the moonlight peeking through the blinds.

“You were so hesitant before, is this…is this okay? Don’t wanna cross any lines, but goddamn, you look so good f’me.”

He dared to move one of his thumbs over the course hair at the apex of your thighs, the action eliciting a shuddering gasp as it settled right at the top of your core, lips puffy and slick as they parted for him to brush against that little bundle of nerves he wanted to take between his lips and lave with his tongue.

He groaned at the sight, at the way you spread yourself for him to see, to feel. At the whimper that fell from your lips as your eyes flew open and gazed down at him, the color of your eyes all gone as pleasure shocked through you. He looked away from the sight of you on display and caught your eyes.

In a gentle move, you reached from where your hand had been tangled in the sheets to run through his curls. Nails scraping lightly against his scalp had him moaning quietly, his breath puffing out directly against you, causing you to flutter around nothing.

“Fuck, please.” You panted, needing him to do something, anything, to relief the ache that had settled there and simmered all day. “Joel.”

His mouth pressed up against you, his tongue licking through the mess of your folds and you let out a shout as your fingers tangled in his hair and pulled him closer. The strong line of his nose bumped that bundle of nerves and you gasped at the pleasure that shot up your spine. You rocked your hips, dragging your clit over the edge of his nose as needy sounds filled the air. Unable to stop the movement if that was something possible to want, seeking out more more more from him.

“That’s it baby, use me,” His voice muffled where it was buried in your cunt, his sucking kisses making you dizzy as he let you move against him. That coiling feeling was tightening, stomach muscles jumping in your stomach. Your injured arm was twitching at your side, laid out on the bed beside you as you struggled not to reach down and touch every part of him you could.

“Need you,” He panted against you, his mouth moving in languid motions, tongue swirling and fingers coming to tease at your entrance. “Need to feel you, c’mon, cum f’me, darlin’.”

The stretch of his fingers delving inside had you clenching tightly around him as pleasure shocked through your body. Your hand detangled from his hair to clasp over your mouth, muffling the shout that ripped through your chest as you soaked Joel’s face pressed into you. His tongue trailed down, lapping up what leaked around his fingers before he was pulling those from you and licking them too.

“So damn sweet, you taste so good f’me.”

It was rough, the way he clung to you and moved against you, desperate. Like he thought he’d never get the chance again, to be with you this way. To show you how much he appreciated you, the things you did for him. Something simmered low in your chest, spurred on by his actions but you tamped it down, fearing that giving it attention would allow it to blossom. That he would see it, recognize it, should he have ever known it before and turn away from you. Emotions something that could make this mess you both made of yourselves, tangling together in understanding suddenly giving depth to something and stealing the touches and looks away from you.

The stretch of him entering you, the feel of him hot inside you, the way he sent pleasure rippling over your entire body. It was damnation and revelation all in one breath and it brought you back down to the scorched plane of existence that you lead. Grounding you in a way you thought you’d never have again. A sob wracked your frame, tears building at the corners of your eyes as you felt just as desperate for him as he seemed to for you in that moment.

Good hand scrabbling, you reached for one of his as he lifted it to cradle your face, thumb brushing at underneath your eye to catch the tears as they fell. To wipe them away with such a gentle touch. His fingers tangled with your own and warmth blossomed in your chest as he stilled deep inside of you, pressed to you as completely as two people could be.

His eyes found yours as you looked up at him, words stuck on your tongue, stuck in your chest, stuck in the chasm that had opened up inside of you. He leaned down to seal his lips against yours, stealing them where they rested and began to move again.

“H-hey.” You greeted, a nervous energy about you as you descended the stairs. Returning to your own bed the night before had been the right call, you would stand by that decision. A little distance in the wake of sharing something so all-consuming with the man who you never expected to be in your life in such a way, to be so important. But it was just favors, given and taken between the two of you. It had to be just that, there was no room for anything else, barely any room for the favors to begin with.

You must’ve spaced out, because the next thing you knew a warm mug was being pressed gently into your good hand. Blinking, your vision came back into focus, taking in the trees and snow blanketed ground that had turned into a swirl of colors before you turned to see Joel standing close.

“You…okay? Not sore or anything?” He helped you to get a hold of the mug, cradling the bottom of the mug until he was sure you had it secure in your grip by the handle.

“Oh, um, a little. But it’s okay, really,” Warmth spread across your chest, tinting the tan skin of your neck lightly. There was the phantom feeling of scruff brushing there and you hid what you could of your face as you sipped from the drink. You mumbled around a thick swallow.

“It’s a good kind of sore.”

He didn’t ask about your tears, didn’t ask about the way you had crumbled at his touch the night before beyond that simple question. You worried it had been too much for him, too much for yourself.

The day dragged on, the storm that had lulled was back in full force. Thankful for the shelter of the cabin, everyone kept to themselves, lost in different trains of thought but still needing to feel the presence of one another.

Stirring suddenly as a mangle of memories and dreams bled from your mind, you sat up in the bed you had taken for the night. The room was bathed in bright moonlight, the skies clear through the window.

Anxiety hummed a low timbre in your body, urging you to your feet and you checked the room across the hall from yours. You expected to see Ellie curled up, but the bed was empty, the sheets rumpled.

“Joel.”

He turned from where he was on the couch, head knocked back onto the cushion that lined the back of the furniture.

“Ellie’s not in her room.”

“’s okay, she’s right here.” He motioned with his chin to the couch and as you rounded it you could see her laying across the rest of the cushions. Her head was in Joel’s lap, a weathered pillow underneath her head and atop his thighs. Her hands were curled into her chest and you realized gloves should be something you looked for next. She was so young, she shouldn’t have to experience her first travelling winter without all the proper supplies.

“Oh.”

“She had a nightmare and came scrambling down the stairs. Found her staring into the fire, so I’m tending to it.” He motioned to the living flames, the way they were stoked and flourishing underneath his touch.

“How’s your arm, darlin’?”

“’S fine,” You mumbled, suddenly self-conscious. You were competent, you were a survivor, you were capable but something about the way Joel Miller looked sitting atop the ratty couch with a wayward teenager comfortably cuddled up in his lap made you feel like a small thing. Made you feel like you wanted to be the person in his lap, the person he watched after with every swoop of his gaze over the horizon, the person in the back of his every thought, the person he bonded with in a way that would withstand any challenge. The person that he would want.

And you know, deep down that you are incredibly grateful for the ways in which he’s melded himself together for her, the figures he represents as an amalgamation of whatever she’s lacked in her life and transformed himself into for her. Proud of him as he did such a thing so effortlessly, transformed and flourished into something that had never even been so much as glimpsed at back at the QZ. But had steadily shown its face and true heart once the confines of the wall and pseudo societal pressures had fallen away.

A strong pillar of what humanity should aspire to be, the best qualities of man all tied into one figure.

At the very base of humanity, Joel Miller was a good man.

And you were beginning to feel for him.

It made you feel small to face the crashing wave of realization, here in the middle of a thick forest while you sought shelter in an abandoned cabin from a world before. All of the things you’ve endured led up to this moment, to these feelings, to this man. You grieved all of the past versions of yourself, even the ones who never saw the light of day. And you grieved for the person you would become once he was no longer a part of your life.

Because this world sees hope, it sees love, it sees possibility. And it tears it away from steadfast hands as if it were the ocean and you were a child just learning how to hold yourself up, getting swept away by the current.

Voices.

You could hear faint voices out beyond the line of trees that surrounded the cabin you had taken for yourself and your people. The book in your hand fell out of your grip and you looked over to a sleeping Ellie sprawled out on the couch. You stood from your spot, moving her stretched out legs from your lap and began to reach for her to rouse her.

“Hide.” The simple, harsh command from Joel spurred you and Ellie into motion as he entered the cabin from the only door, as quickly and quietly as he could so as to not draw attention.

“You hear anything, you run. Keep heading northwest, I’ll find you in the nearest town like we agreed. Even if you hear shots fired, got it? Both of you understand?” His tone held no room for argument.

You and Ellie hid in the room he claimed on the ground floor, underneath the bed, pressed together as far underneath it as you could manage. Packs fastened to your backs in case you would need to run.

The creak of the front door was loud in the tense silence. Ellie shook beside you, the cold seeping into the entire structure.

“From the snares to the smoke, someone’s gotta be makin’ this their home for the winter.” A gruff voice boomed, not bothering to be quiet as they stalked around.

“I dunno, it don’t look like anyone’s been here for years.”

The next words about to be spoken were cut off with a loud gurgling sound, followed by a shocked shout from the man’s companion.

“Land is taken,” Joel’s threat was clear. There was the sound of a body collapsing before running footsteps filled the air. Struggling, two bodies fighting against each other, and then a grunt from Joel.

“Looks like you aren’t as good as you think you are, old man.”

More voices filled the cabin, too many voices. Laughing and jeering at the sight of a beaten Joel filled the space in a mockery of how he hadn’t been able to hold his own. All men’s voices and fear had you reaching for Ellie to pull her closer to you. Men were dangerous, men were predictable, men could only mean one of two things for someone like you and Ellie. The sound of the front door slamming shut, and locking signaled your entrapment of a space that had meant safety only minutes ago.

Hours passed and night fell, the rowdy group not bothering to keep quiet or try to conceal themselves as your own trio had done. The fire roared to life under their ministrations, warming the place almost too much as they overfed the flames. Your entire body was wound tight, muscles screaming for relief from the crouched and tense position you were frozen in underneath the bed still.

“What’re we gonna do with him? He was obviously protecting something.”

“You got a pretty little thing with you, huh, bud? She out there hiding in the trees, waitin’ on you to return to her?”

There was no response from Joel, whether he simply didn’t engage or couldn’t due to a gag, you weren’t sure. But he was tied up, that much you knew from the effort it took to subdue him. He had been knocked unconscious, as someone had been preening over a few hours ago. He must’ve been coming back to consciousness, if the sudden stillness of the room was any indication.

They seemed to lose interest in his lack of engagement, the bodies dispersing to claim beds for the night, there would be enough for each of them. There were four different voices you had picked out as you stayed hidden. Heavy steps entered the room and the bed dipped as someone rested their weight atop it, the springs creaking against the frame protecting you and Ellie from the intruder.

She tensed up, nails digging into her palms as she looked to you. You shook your head, letting her know to keep quiet and that you would try your best to make sure things worked out okay. It was only a matter of minutes until loud snoring sprung into the air. You detangled yourself from Ellie, slowly guiding yourself along your back to the edge of the frame’s protection.

The man atop the bed was passed out, no weapon visible on him or in his grip as you held your head and torso up enough to glimpse at him. You shimmied as best you could out from underneath the bed completely, standing and ignoring the protest of your stiff muscles from the sudden movement after being locked for so long. You walked as lightly as you could over to the door and peered outside into the living room.

The fire was dying in the pit, a man passed out on the couch, and…

Joel was tied up, his hands and feet bound together. He was awake, though the swelling on his face didn’t look good. One of his eyes was blackened and it was swollen shut. They had taken his jacket from him, discarded it on the floor too far for him to reach for. Used to cover the body of the man he had killed. You crouched down to signal to Ellie that it was safe to come out. She stuck close behind you as you exited the room, trying not to touch the door and cause the hinges to give you both away.

Joel’s good eye widened as he say you move through the semi-darkness of the space. You crouched before him and used your machete to cut the rope from him. He got to his feet as quickly as he could, a frown overtaking his features as he retrieved his coat. Shrugging it on, he looked around for his pack but it was nowhere to be seen.

He made sure to get your attention and point to the door, motioning between you and Ellie. You nodded, understanding that he wanted you both to make a run for it while it was still quiet.

You were barely out the door when Joel was suddenly pushing you forward, a warning falling from him to run. The man on the couch had turned in his sleep, bleary eyes catching sight of a standing and unbound Joel jolting him awake completely.

“He’s making a run for it!”

Chaos ensued, heavy steps bounded down the stairs and echoed out into the open air as your trio trudged through the built-up snow. It was deep, nearly up to your ankles and made it hard to keep your balance as you waded through it. Ellie was ahead of you, a little faster, a little more right on her feet.

Joel grunted as a shot rang out from someone’s gun and he quickly brandished his own and fired a shot back. A howl as the bullet lodged itself into its victim was the only warning you got before a body collided with yours, knocking you down and you felt the world tilt as you rolled. Snow flying up all around you blurred your vision but the sound of something crackling was loud in your ear.

You stilled, panic spiking hard in your chest as you realized you had landed on the ice that covered the expanse of the lake. Up on the shoreline to the frozen water, Joel was still struggling fighting off two of the men. One lay dead next to Ellie, who was reaching for her gun to try and help. You yelped when there was sudden weight on you, pushing you hard into the freezing cold ice. Your face went numb as the ice cracked a little underneath it, the pressure causing the shards to cut into your flesh. There were two gunshots, one unnervingly close.

There was a loud cracking sound as the ice all around you broke. You felt your body fall, gravity taking your mind with it as you and your assailant plunged into the freezing water below.

“JOEL-“ Ellie’s terrified scream was the last thing you heard before the water swallowed you.

“No. No, no, no.” Joel chanted as he tried to put some distance between him and the last man still fighting him. He took a few steps back before rushing at him, throwing his entire weight into him and knocking him to the ground. As soon as they both landed, Joel stabbed his knife to the hilt into the man’s chest. He scrambled up as quickly as he could, ignoring the pain in his knees and shoulder. He slid as he ran toward the ice, being as careful as he could in his panic. He couldn’t see you down in the gaping hole of the broken ice, the water eerily still.

Everything fell quiet, there was no thrashing from below the ice, no more cracking of the ice. Joel’s mind was racing as his eyes scanned the expanse of the lake, hoping to catch a sign of movement from below.

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Characters & Listeners incorrect quotes - Escaped Audios Edition (Part 1)

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I'll do part 2 of EAE, but I have to re-listen to Blue Infinity, Der Wolfsjäger, and Chronus Seven.

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Raven: Blackmail is such an ugly word. I prefer extortion. The X makes it sound cool.

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Young Diego, with their hands cupped over each other: I found a cool spider!

Guest: Oh? Lemme see!

Young Diego, opening their hands to see nothing there: …hm.

Guest: …where’s the spider.

Young Diego: *looks troubled and stares at their hands*

Alfonso: Oh no...

Guest: DIEGO, WHERE’S THE SPIDER?!

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Intern: What is the big deal about borrowing money? I do it all the time! Sometimes, I even pay it back!

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Slash: Let’s watch Sharkboy and Lavagirl.

Bash: Okay.

Slash: And make out during the scary parts.

Bash: Th-

Bash: The scary parts.

Bash: Of Sharkboy and Lavagirl.

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Escaped: That was so hot, Asset.

Asset: I literally called the person who just flirted with you a degenterate dog and told them I hope they get dragged through the streets.

Escaped: I'm so in love with you.

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Intern: That's ridiculous, Jean doesn't have a crush on me.

Badabing: Yes he does.

Badaboom: Yes he does.

Jean: Yes I do.

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Denny: What do you want for breakfast?

Thaddeus: I WISH TO DEVOUR THE UNBORN.

Denny:

Ash: He wants eggs.

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Ivan: Come to dinner tonight. I can’t cook, but I’ll bring plenty of free wine.

Raven: Marry me.

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Denny: We might have gotten into a bar room brawl back in the city.

Intern: Well, that was entirely predictable.

Denny: One of them punched a gang member.

Intern: Asset?

Denny: Guest, actually.

Intern: Oh, that was going to be my second guess.

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Alfonso: *is wearing silk pants* How does this look?

Guest: Like it slips on and off really easily.

Alfonso:

Guest: No, I didn't mean it like that-

Carmen: We know what you meant.

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*The gang when they drop food on the floor*

Intern: Aw man. *Throws it away*

Slash: Five second rule!

Denny: Foolish germs, thinking they can stop me!? *Eats it off the floor*

Raven: *Sobs on the floor*

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Bash: I love you.

Slash: I love you too. I've waited so long to hear you say that.

*Slash and Bash kiss passionately*

Ellie, to Chase: You owe me 20 dollars.

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Asset: This food is too hot... I cant eat it.

Escaped: You’re very hot, and I still eat you.

Everyone at the table: *silence*

Vengeance: YOU GUYS ARE DISGUSTING!

AK: One dinner... I just want ONE. DINNER.

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one bed, or whatever.

ELLIEWILLIAMS X READER!

WARNINGS: smut (not too detailed), enemies, one bed trope, slight cursing, this is literally such vanilla smut idk why it turned out like this.

one bed, or whatever.

(y/n) and Ellie hadn't gotten along, ever. Although her friends never understood the hatred they shared for one another, they all knew not to question it. Making sure to separate the two while planning events and meet ups to avoid their bickering and passionate conflict. It was clear whenever the two spoke it wasn't on good terms.

The group had planned a trip away over the school break. All eight friends staying in the one rented out apartment alongside the beach. The hour long drive hadn't taken effect among the friends, although the scorching sun beamed through the tinted windows of the vehicle.

Night fell rather quickly resulting in all eight of them to become tired. (y/n) marched into Vic and Martain's room. "You have to be kidding me!," She shouts rather angrily. She whips her head behind her in the doorway, meeting ellie's glaring eyes. "I am under no circumstances sharing a room with that jerk." (y/n) yells through gritted teeth in protest. Martian rolls his eyes and turns to Victoria "Who put them two together?" She yells in hopes one of the others will hear and answer her.

"Sorry." dina responds from down the hall. (y/n's) eyes widen at the sound of her voice. "You traitor!" She marches down the hall barging Ellie's strong shoulder as she passes her. "Hey! Watch it asshole." Ellie grumbles charging in the opposite direction. "I hate you." She whispers to the taller girl, almost admiring her enemies muscular frame. "It's mutual sweetheart." (y/n) shudders at the name before rerouting her course to Dina and Jesse's room.

"How could you," The silky haired girl speaks burning her brown eyes into Dina's. She smiles almost evilly. "I don't understand why you two hate each other so much." Dina explains, continuing to make the bed Jesse is comfortably laying in. "Because she's a dick." (y/n) says bluntly. "I heard that." Ellie yells from across the apartment. "Meant it." She shoots back. Jesse laughs. "This isn't funny, I'm being serious. I'll just go down to the beach and drown myself right now." She says scarily serious. Dina holds back a giggle before placing her hand on (y/n's) arm.

"(y/n) honey," Dina starts. "I'm sure she won't hate you by the end of the night, sharing a room might do you some good?" (y/n) scoffs. "Just do something nice for her." Jesse adds looking rather pleased with himself. "Like what? Eat her out." (y/n) suggests sarcastically. Jesse nods "That'll do it!". "Jesus I was kidding." "I wasn't." (y/n) looks at the two with a scared look. "Maybe when Dina's mad at you that works for you, but I'm not you guys," A half nervous, half angry look in painted across her freckle scattered face. "Trust me I'm glad I'm not you guys."

"Hey! What's that supposed to mean?" Jesse speaks, his hand over his exposed chest acting hurt with a funny expression. (y/n) storms out of the twos room.

Ellie wasn't having much luck either. "Please, just let me sleep in here." She begs. "No way, me and Laura barely get any time to ourselves cause we have to break the two of you up." Jason says. "I'll sleep on the floor, I'm not kidding." Ellie says in hope to change his mind. He audibly rolls his eyes. "Don't act like you aren't the littlest bit excited to be sleeping in the same room." He pokes. Ellie stands tall expecting his comment. "I'm not acting." She stays sternly. "Mhm." "I'm not!"

"(y/n's) gorgeous, you're hot what is there to be mad about?" "She's (y/n), she hates me remember?" Ellie scratches the back of her neck. "Either let me sleep in here or we'll be one person down by the morning." Jason laughs at her comment. "I doubt you have that in you." He says. "I'm not talking about me, she'll kill me. Literally, she get on top of me and slash me right in the chest." Jason cocks a brow. "She won't slash you but she might get on top of you." Ellie slumps in defeat before turning around and shutting the door behind her.

TIMESKIP

(y/n's) hair falls over her face as she flops helplessly on the bed. Her skinny body doesn't dare to move as she stares up at the ceiling. Her breathes are deep and relaxed, breathing in the salty air wafting in through the window that's slightly a jar. Her head turns to the windows direction admiring the view. Waves crashing and the twinkling street lights light up the half busy street. The nonexistent night breeze sends small goosebumps to her exposed legs.

"You've got to be kidding me," (y/n) snaps out of her moment of content. "One bed?" Ellie stands in the door way almost reaching the top due to her height. "Yeah, and I'm sleeping in it." She groans. "Flip a coin." Kara yells from down the hall. "Sleep together." Jason shouts. "I second that!" Ben adds.

"Shut up!" They both scream in unison before Ellie slams the door. "I'm not sleeping on the floor." She voices, slipping her shirt off revealing her toned body. (y/n) examines ellie in the dim light. The way her sweatpants lay loosely on her hips, and her dirty blonde hair is tied up in a messy bun. "Take a picture, it'll last longer." (y/n) scrunches up her face mimicking Ellie. "I'm taking the bed." Ellie announces walking towards the bathroom to unpack.

"Wouldn't be so sure." ellie almost wants to punch her in the face right there that second. Her face shows the thoughts she shamelessly thinking. "Look," She stops in her tracks. "I'll do something for you." (y/n) voices, sitting up on the velvety bed. Ellie looks (y/n) up and down, her bra strap peeking through her t-shirt. "Yeah? 'n what's that?" Ellie asks half curious, half knowing.

"I'll have sex with you." She blurts out mildly proud. She stops for a moment, her heart silently beating out of her chest. "Deal." 

Ellie stood confidently right where she was, (y/n) on the other hand awkwardly shuffling her way.  The fresh cotton sheets dipped as she rose to her feet. Ellie smirked at her sudden shyness. "Don't be shy now, sweetheart." Her words echoed throughout her head, mildly intoxicated on the suspense. "Not shy," (y/n) paused looking shirtless Ellie up and down. "Just patient." Ellie uttered something incoherent. Her hand slipped under the loose elastic of (y/n's) pants waistband. Her fingers caressed the soft skin beneath them, arousing her even more.

The two made eye contact but something clicked as did their eyes. Ellie admired her full eyelashes, as they battered at her. The deep brown almost mesmerising her, a smile toying on her lips. "You're so beautiful." Ellie almost scoffed. "You hate me remember?" She reminded her, gripping onto her waist tighter. "I do."

With that, she towed her head down to level with her own. Their lips made contact, the feeling almost heavenly. The kiss began to become more hungry and intense, their mouths moving in sync. Ellie slipped her tongue into (y/n's) mouth earning a low moan. "Keep going." Ellie purred, pulling her closer with a firm and swift movement. (y/n) smiled into the kiss before letting her hands roam past her shoulders and neck.

They made their way over to the bed, letting the lust shared between them take over. (y/n) attached her lips to Ellie's exposed neck, licking and sucking. Marks developing as the air grew hotter. Ellie's sweet cologne hung in the air arousing (y/n) even more. Her button nose filling up with her scent. "Fuck this." Ellie groaned, as (y/n) worked her neck. (y/n) made her way down to her toned stomach. She took a second to take in the view. How her sweatpants lay low on her hips, teasing her eyes. Her stomach solid, huffing up and down from (y/n's) actions.

The two made eye contact before she took off her sweatpants leaving her in nothing but a bra. (y/n) cocked a brow. "No underwear?" She asked, almost teasing Ellie. She laughed before pushing her head back down to her heat. (y/n) licked a long stride up her core stopping at her clit. Ellie watched as (y/n) worked away at her, letting out muffled groans. Her strong hand holding onto her hair, guiding her.

(y/n's) pretty face was buried in Ellie's pussy. She licked and suck anywhere she could, tasting how good Ellie tasted, (y/n) hummed. Ellie couldn't help but moan out her name. Her thighs crept in on her head. (y/n's) hands made their way to her legs to keep them steady. "Uh uh," Ellie warned her. "No touching." (y/n) groaned, remembering she had agreed to do something for Ellie and not just herself. Although it felt as though (y/n) was the one being done the favour.

(y/n) could tell how much Ellie wanted this.  She had dreamt of this happening one way or another. Even though Ellie hates (y/n's) guts, she didn't mind Her going down on hers. She often wanted to shut her up by kissing her. (y/n) stopped. "What was that for?" Ellie asks out of breath. "Spread your legs baby."

Ellie shakes her head before flipping the two over. "My turn." Ellie grips onto (y/n's) thighs before lowering herself onto (y/n). Their pussies meet with wet sound filling the room. They both let out a string of curses. "Fuck I hate you." Ellie voices as she picks up a speed. The twos clits clash against each other eagerly. "I hate you too." (y/n) manages to let out before moaning Ellie's name. "Doesn't sound like it." She laughs almost evilly before grinding harder onto (y/n). The noises of their heats intertwining filled the room.

Ellie made sure to observe (y/n's) expression. She watched as her brows knit together as she became rough, letting her clit glide over her own. She looks down at where they are connected to one another, moaning at the sight. "Fuck." "Don't stop." (y/n) cries, shutting her eyes and arching her back. "Not planning on it," she picks up the pace a little. "Trust me."

"What do you really think of me baby?" Ellie asks out of breath, keeping a steady pace on top. (y/n) is almost lost touch with reality. The feeling of Ellie on top of her so overwhelming with pleasure she can't think straight, literally. "I," she struggles to talk without a moan screwing it up. "Your stuck up," She starts, trying her hardest to make eye contact with Ellie. She chuckles when she feels (y/n) tensing up underneath her. "Your a jerk," (y/n) pushes up against Ellie earning a soft moan to escape from her lips. "an annoying little-" (y/n) struggled to form another sentence but Ellie got the memo.

"Liar." She whispers into (y/n's) ear. She almost screams out her name right their, but coughs out a groan as her ego couldn't handle that. "You want me to do this everyday. To make you feel good," (y/n) masks a smile shaking her dull head. "To kiss you and touch you." "Yes!" (y/n) screams out. "I want you to kiss me." Ellie smirks followed by a chuckle. "All you had to do was ask baby." She lowers her face down to (y/n's) before planting a passionate kiss on her lips.

"I'm gonna come." (y/n) let's out before kissing Ellie once again. Her kiss was intoxicating, taking over all her senses. Ellie just hums in response not wanting to part from (y/n). They two reach their highs and rose it out. Sofia flops off of (y/n) exhausted. Hands intertwined.

"I don't hate you." (y/n) says looking over to the sweaty girl next to her. "Could of sworn you did." Ellie says jokingly before pulling her into a hug.

"Just to be clear we are not giving the others the satisfaction of knowing they were right." Ellie speaks with seriousness. "100%" (y/n) agrees.

A/N: i felt like writing, not sure what this is help. i have never in my life written NSFW type of stuff before so don't judge, please and thank you.

#elliewilliams #ellie x reader #ellie tlou #ellie the last of us #tlou #wlw #lesbian #wlw ns/fw #enemies to lovers #one bed trope #sapphic #ns/fw #queer

[dyslexic-mess]

The boys form flopped lifeless in the smaller girls arms. She clutched his head closer to her chest, eyes burning into Jason. She snarled as the hero took a careful step closer, wrapping her other arm around the boy's upper back and pulling him away.

"Don't touch him!" She seethed, baring her teeth.

Jason raised his hands placidly, worry gnawing in his chest as the cut on the girl's forehead bled further down her face. "I just wanna help..." he tried, taking another step. She arched her back like a cat and he was sure she'd bend ears down flat against her head, if she had them. "I don't need your help!" She bit.

Jason shot a glance down at the crumpled figure in her arms for a moment, brow furrowing. "Maybe not" he breathed "but your friend there does" Her nose scrunched but she didn't talk again. Those hardened eyes softened as she glanced at the boy she was cradling, barely breathing and shuddering slightly on the floor. She bit her lip, that moment of softness flickering back into suspicion as she looked back at Jason. 

Slowly, she unfurled her grip on him, letting his head rest in her lap. Taking the signal, Jason closed the gap, already looking the boy over. He had a similar cut to the girl along his hairline but his dipped down to slash through his eyebrow. His lip was split in two places and there was a nasty bruise blooming on his cheek bone.

The rest of him was worse. Burns and what were definitely gunshot wounds, at least two broken ribs, if Jason had to guess from the mottled swelling along his side, and the worst offender, a gash right up his middle that split into two in the center of his chest, spiking out over his ribs and collar bone. 

His eyes blew wide. W...what the fuck!?

"Did he...!? Has this kid been vivisected!?" He gaped. The girl didn't answer, looking like she was fighting off the urge to smack him and run for it. The fear in her eyes knocked Jason out of his own head. 

He made to pick the boy up "we gotta get him to a hospital." He stated in the most serious, calm voice he could muster. The girl did actually smack him away this time. "No!" She cried, holding the boy protectively again. "N-no hospitals! No cops!" She took a breath that seemed to envelop her tiny body whole, apparently also trying to calm down. "You wanna help, fine but you do it here." It was her turn to make a statement.

Jason growled, more at the situation than her, but didn't fight it. They were probably on the run then. From something pretty scary for them to end up in this state and this child looked ready to claw his eyes out before letting him take the other kid anywhere. 

He grabbed the first aid kit from his bike, tearing it open. Stitching the gash first, best he could, and then suturing the other nicks and cuts. As he worked, the girl watched him quietly. His voice broke the tense silence again as he was wrapping bandages around the boy's chest. 

"He's lost a lot of blood. There's only so much I can do here" 

The girl huffed but didn't answer. Jason sighed and tried again. 

"What's your name?"

She seemed to consider for a moment before answering.

"Ellie"

She finally mumbled, she looked down at the boy.

"He's Danny," she said softly, placing a worried hand on his forehead.

#why yes I am still in crossover hell #thanks for checking in #bek writes #dp #danny phatom #dp x dc #dp x dc crossover

[fog-and-rust]

Hogwarts Legacy Incorrect Quotes Part 4 (feat. my Hufflepuff!MC, Ellie)

Sebastian: Dear Diary, my teen angst bullshit now has a body count.

***

[At some point in the beginning of the game. Let's pretend that teachers are concerned with bullying]

Professor Weasley: What would you do if one of your classmates viciously teased you again and again?

Ellie: Oh, that’s easy. I’d take a quill—

Professor Weasley: To write something to your teacher?

Ellie: —make sure that it’s really sharp, and ram it into their eye at full tilt! Leander always says the quill is mightier than the sword because they can’t outlaw bringing quills to school!

Professor Weasley: *internal screaming*

***

Sebastian: I have yet to encounter a problem where an Unforgivable Curse didn't factor into the solution at least in some way.

Anne: This is why uncle doesn't fucking love you!

***

Ellie: You really put aside everything and came all this way for me? How did you even get here so fast?

Leander: Several school rules violations.

Ominis: Three counts of using my relations.

Garreth: Roughly thirteen vials of my latest experiment.

Imelda: Also, I used the enchanted bludgers to hurry them up.

***

[MC keeps using her friends to break into Ravenclaw common room]

Ravenclaw knocker: What is a dream?

Ominis: Dream - the first thing people abandon when they learn how the world works.

[the door opens]

Ellie: That's too dark, edgelord.

***

[After Astronomy lesson]

Garreth: Ellie has no survival skills, her need to win has replaced them.

Amit: That can't be true!

Garreth: Watch this.

Garreth: Hey Ellie, race you to the bottom of the stairs!

Ellie: *jumps from Astronomy tower*

***

[After she and Poppy freed a dragon]

Leander: What in Merlin's name is wrong with you??

Ellie: What? No good morning?

Leander: Good morning, what in Merlin's name is wrong with you??

***

[The squad gathers in the Room of Requirement]

Ellie: Alright, listen up you psychos.

Ellie: Not you, Amit. You’re an angel and we’re thrilled you’re here.

***

[In the goblin mines]

Ellie: We have fun, don’t we, Amit?

Amit: I have never been more stressed out in my entire life.

***

Ellie: We are not mad, Sebastian. We are just disappointed.

Ominis: No, we are mad.

Ellie: Yes. We are. We are livid. But we are going to let this one slide.

Ominis: No, we’re not!

Ellie: I am not a mind reader, Ominis!

***

Duncan: Everett, Ellie keeps bullying me, what should I do?

Everett: Ask a teacher for help.

[The next day…]

Duncan, to Professor Ronen: Will you help me beat up Ellie?

***

Professor Weasley: Godric's heart, how would you explain this kind of crude behaviour?

Sebastian: I'm gonna have to say verbally.

Ellie: Because judging by that tone of voice...

Garreth: ... You might not be in the mood for the dance performance we've prepared.

***

Ellie: That has to be the dumbest thing I’ve ever seen.

Amit: For the benefit of everyone present, I will clarify this is not a challenge.

Sebastian, Poppy, Natty & Garreth: Awww...

***

Ellie *going on another quest*: If there's going to be a big dramatic scene, wait until I get back.

Poppy: Of course, I can't flip this table by myself.

***

[AU where Leander and Ellie are the ones who fight a troll in Hogsmeade]

Ellie: Just stay calm! You already have everything you need to beat it!

Leander: The power to believe in myself!?

Ellie: No, you already know Diffindo! Slash it!

***

Sebastian: Am I going to far?

Ominis: No, no, no. You went too far about 2 weeks ago. Now you’re going to Azkaban.

***

Ellie: *sneaking in Hufflepuff common room late at night*

Poppy: *sitting on a sofa and casting Lumos* You want to tell me where you've been all night?

Ellie: I was stargazing with Amit?

Amit: *sitting on another sofa and also casting Lumos* Wanna try again?

***

Ellie: I have so much energy, I want to compete with Imelda or commit a petty felony... which should I do?

Leander: Please don’t get arrested.

Ellie: No promises!

Sebastian: Why not both? Get creative!

Ellie: Wonderful suggestion, thank you.

Leander: Please don’t encourage her, Sebastian.

***

Amit: Small creatures are much more vicious because they have a smaller body to bottle up all their emotions.

Everett: Ridiculous. Give me some examples.

Duncan: Puffskeins?

Samantha: Cornish pixies?

Ellie *chilling in Ravenclaw common room*: Chomping Cabbages.

***

[the Squad at flying lesson]

Garreth, Leander, and Amit: *flying normally, enjoying the view and talking*

Imelda, Poppy, and Ellie: *flying past them, as fast as they can, chasing Duncan who is screaming*

***

Poppy: Could you at least try to see this from my perspective?

Natty: *crouches down*

Imelda: *kneels down*

Ellie: *sits on the floor*

Poppy: ...

Poppy: I hate all of you.

***

Ellie: *falls down the stairs*

Amit: Are you okay?

Leander: Stop falling down the stairs!

Duncan: How’d the ground taste?

Ellie: *getting up like nothing happened*

Ellie: *releases Chomping Cabbages*

Duncan: Mom, pick me up, I'm scared.

#hogwarts legacy #incorrect quotes #hogwarts legacy incorrect quotes #hogwarts legacy mc #sebastian sallow #professor weasley #leander prewett #ominis gaunt #amit thakkar #garreth weasley #everett clopton #samantha dale #imelda reyes #duncan hobhouse #poppy sweeting #natsai onai #anne sallow

[dpsisquared]

HOPES verse awakening au

Future blue lion’s children making deal with Sothis to change the past before the TWSITD give the final strike to Faerghus.

Future crown prince taking the moniker Loog and working with his multiple siblings and other blue lion’s future children behind the scenes with the might of a TOKT speed runner to defeat Thales.

The plan was going back home after TWSITD was defeated permanently.

But after Thales is killed for good and they are patting each other in the back preparing to go back to their reality, they realize that they have bigger problems because while all the other blue lion’s parents are already planning their weddings and engagements Dimitri still has a middle schooler level of rizz.

(Dimileth children who are still masquerading as another regular family of mercenaries in the Faerghus camp watching King Dimitri pathetically pine over the ashen demon while she devours 12 steaks by herself.)

“Loog”: Why is he like this?!

Dimileth child #2: How did they have 7 children?! We are NEVER gonna be born.

Dimileth child #3: Do you think mother would share some of her steaks if we ask nicely?

“Loog”: THAT’S IT!! I AM GETTING UNCLE SYLVAIN INTO THIS!

Oh man A+++ idea nonny! I'm not great at OCs so I started assigning awakening kids to the blue lions but I ran out and went off the rails with the Dimileth kids 😂 I had to dip into my List of Welsh Names that I overuse.

Alexandre/Sasha - Dutiful Heir™️, holy knight, crest of flames, has the sword of the creator with the crest stone put back in

Morgan - (can't decide on a class, trickster? Assassin? Sniper?) wants to eat 12 steaks with mom, constantly gets older bro in trouble with his schemes. Somehow inherited Sothis

Sophie - pegasus knight, crest of Blaiddyd, breaks everything, desperate to impress dad even though he already thinks she's perfect, develops a crush on Ingrid (who is mortified)

Twins - Rhys (bishop) scholar/healer, doesn't understand why everyone is always training, maids find him asleep in the library, and Rhiannon (used royal clout to get certified as a female war master) weapon fanatic, always looking for a fight, kicked Felix in the balls to win a fight once (he was proud)

Ellis (El) - has never done anything wrong in his life, his feet have never touched the ground, accidentally followed his siblings into the portal and now Jeralt and Seteth argue over who gets to carry him around Jeralt: he's my grandson! Seteth: your daughter is feral, I raised a damn saint!)

And the other kids, assigned by mom like in awakening so it would be ship blind. For slash ships, either they have two or one is born by surrogacy for a couple that can't have their own!

Ingrid - Severa

Annie - Laurent

Mercie - Owain

Byleth - Morgan

Lysithea - Noire

Marianne - Cynthia

Hilda - Inigo

Petra - Gerome

Flayn - Nah

Shamir - Yarne

Catherine - Kjelle

Constance - Brady

#fe3h #dimileth #fire emblem three houses #fire emblem #byleth eisner #dimitri alexandre blaiddyd #blue lions #few3h #fe awakening #asks

[cruciology]

Morals (Part One)

Summary: You have been traveling with Joel and Ellie for some time, but something has been bothering him.

Joel/Reader Insert

You were always getting into trouble. You could be worse than Ellie sometimes, still unsure of yourself with a knife, even less so with a gun. Joel couldn’t blame you, no matter what he said to you out loud. He told you to get a grip, that he wouldn’t always be there to save your ass but he still made sure he was watching you and Ellie at all times. He didn’t want you to know that though, of course. And the one time he let you out of his sight, you’re bleeding. 

This time wasn’t nearly as bad as when he had first met you, at the Lakeside Resort. You had just taken a spill down some steps getting away from a clicker, getting a nasty two inch slash across your thigh. But still, you didn’t cherish the thought of Joel having to rescue you once again. 

You tried to stand, pulling yourself up on the dusty bannister, but Ellie came rushing in, gun in hand. She spotted you on the steps, shouting your name. 

“Joel! I found her,” her eyes went wide as she took in the blossoming of red on your jeans. You held your hand up, assuring her. 

“I’m okay, it’s just a cut,” You said even as the pain burned up your leg. It hurt like hell, of course, but you would live. “I didn’t get bit, I’m fine, just a little banged up.” 

Joel came rushing to the door, his eyes going to the bloodied leg as well. He shoved Ellie behind him quickly. 

“She wasn’t bit,” Ellie said, looking up at him. 

Did you imagine a sigh of relief? If it was, it was because of Ellie, you were sure. It was the same reason he kept you around at all. You had helped Ellie when he couldn’t and Ellie got attached to you. As much as he would like to play a hard ass, you knew he would give Ellie pretty much anything she wanted. He wouldn’t hear the end of it if he let you die. 

“Get the kit, Ellie,” Joel barked, dropping his bag to the floor. He walked over to you, kneeling down in front of you without looking at your face. You wished you could read his expression. Was he annoyed at you for getting hurt yet again? 

“I’m sorry,” you said, a preemptive strike. Ellie ran up behind him, setting the first aid kit beside him. He popped it open, cleaning his hands of blood and dirt before he did anything. 

“You shouldn’ta run off on your own,” he said, gingerly touching the tear. It split across your mid thigh. He stared at it for a long moment before grabbing both sides of the opening, as if he was going to rip it. You held his hands to stop him. 

“Sorry, these are the only pants I have and I’m not about to walk out of here with my ass out,” you said. Ellie tried not to laugh at Joel’s bewildered face. Before he could get annoyed you lifted your hips, unbuttoning your jeans and sliding them down your legs, careful over the wound, and stopping at your knees. 

Joel paused, not moving or saying anything. His eyes darted to yours for a moment before he went back to what he was doing, now hyper focused cleaning the cut. 

You hadn’t thought it though, but now you looked at yourself, your jeans pulled down and nothing but your panties covering you with his face inches away. You tried not to blush. 

Of course you thought of Joel that way. He saved you on a number of occasions, he was good with Ellie. And god was he good looking, you always had a thing for silver foxes. He was tall and broad and strong. 

But he was older than you by twenty years, you were sure he thought of you like another damsel he had to protect. 

He was gentle for someone with hands that rough. He cleaned your wound and had you bandaged in no time. His pinky finger almost grazed the hem of your panties a few times, each time he flinched away. You wanted to tease him for it, ask him if he was allergic to silk and lace. It’s the one luxury you allowed yourself, especially as it wasn’t hard to find in the wreckage of old malls. No one was really looking for impractical things like that anymore. Which left it all for you to grab when no one was looking. 

You grabbed your jeans, pulling them back up carefully over the fresh bandage. Joel helped you stand, the wrapping tight on your leg. 

“Can you walk?” Joel asked, his hand ready at your waist, just hovering over you enough so you could barely feel it. 

“I’m fine, it didn’t even need stitches,” You said, waving him off.

“I can do stitches,” Ellie offered, her hand raised. 

“She can’t do stitches,” Joel shook his head. 

“Which is fine because I don’t need them, can we take this show on the road?” You asked. Ellie laughed, the kind of laugh that wasn’t necessarily at your joke, but out of relief that you could still make them. 

Joel had told you what she said. She was dead asleep one night, when Joel finally trusted you to be near her when she slept, and he had told you about her fear of being alone, of being abandoned. How he would kill you if you did anything to hurt her. That’s when you had told him about your son, the one David had said he buried after he fell and broke his neck. At only eight years old. Although now you knew that was likely untrue. 

“You look too young to be a mother,” Joel had said. 

“I was,” You had said. He didn’t need you to explain. He had clenched his fists on his legs and you knew exactly what he was thinking. It was what you had thought when you first saw David with Ellie. You saw yourself not much older than Ellie, already with a child and unable to point a finger because he was the only thing keeping you alive.

David hadn’t bothered you in years, you were much too old now. Hadn’t bothered anyone, you thought. Naively, you knew now. That’s why you didn’t think twice about helping Joel get back to her, even if it meant risking your life. You knew he only let you live at first because Ellie begged him. He had slaughtered anyone else in his way. 

He wasn’t all that much nicer to you after you told him that, but he seemed to trust you more. 

If it were up to Ellie, they would stay for weeks. The compound that stretched over five acres was seemingly abandoned, with walls that looked like they used to be maintained, but hadn’t been for quite some time. Probably a town that had enough people willing to stay and fight for themselves, and rich enough to have stockpiled the supplies after 9/11. A lot of the houses had been equipped with security strong enough to qualify as a giant panic room. 

What you all enjoyed was the heat and running water, saved from the solar panels and rainwater. Rich people knew how to live at the end of the world, you decided. You spent a day clearing out a small block around a big, pale blue house. Once Joel triple checked that the house was empty and figured out how to seal it up at night, you finally had your first good night’s sleep in years.

It had been over a week at the compound, spent with you, Ellie, and Joel scavenging for supplies. It seemed like every day you found something useful, which made it easy for Ellie to convince Joel to stay “just one more day.” 

You would spend all day in the tub if you could. You waited until the house was locked up for the night and everyone else had showered so you didn’t care if you used the last of the hot water. Joel and Ellie made fun of you of course but that didn’t stop you. 

That’s where you really wanted to be right now. In the tub with a book, knowing Joel and Ellie were safe downstairs playing Boggle. Instead, you were in the creepy dilapidated grocery store, a gun you barely knew how to use in your hands while Joel stayed exactly two steps ahead of you at all times, gun raised. At least you two knew Ellie was safe at home, locked away. Ellie knew how to open and close up the house you had been staying in and both you and Joel knew she knew enough to stay put until you got home. 

You just hoped you made it back to her in one, uninfected piece. You and Joel had found a wealth of supplies on this little excursion. But you had also found several infected.

You had been young when the change happened. And after, you were taken in at Lakeside. You hadn’t had much contact with the infected. You had been fine with this arrangement. But as the weather was now much warmer, you were seeing more and more. After one had gotten right in your face, nearly biting off your nose before Joel ripped it away from you, you decided you never needed to get that close ever again. 

Joel pulled you through the downpouring rain, to the  big red pick up truck they had driven up in. They had gotten as close to the store as they could, but med tents and army trucks had been parked in front. 

“Fuck,” Joel yelled as you ran up to the car. You didn’t need to ask why, you could see the back tire torn to shreds just as well as he could. “Just get in, get in, we’re safe inside!”

He ripped the back door open for you and you hurried in, crawling to the other side. He jumped in himself before shutting the door. He finally took a breath, ragged and exhausted as you sat in the back seat. Your shoulder touched his bicep, warm and solid.

“I got another tire in the bed,” Joel said, though you weren’t sure to you or himself. 

“You can’t change it in the rain, we just gotta wait it out.”

“Well, who’s fault is that?” He snapped at you. You jumped back at his sudden shift in mood. You couldn’t imagine how stressful it was for him, but it had been a while since he yelled like this. “You should’ve stayed home with Ellie.”

“So you could die out here by yourself?”

“I’m fine if I don’t have to worry about you, you’re a distraction,” he said, his words tumbling out of him. 

“Excuse me?”

“How’s the leg?” He asked, teeth gritted. The cut had almost healed, just a faded pink line now. He had seemed a bit off around you but you had written that off as being annoyed he had to save your ass once again. 

“My leg?” You asked, studying the lines on his face. “Joel, what the fuck are you talking about? Are you mad I got hurt? Because I didn’t get hurt just now. Actually, if we’re keeping score, I think I even got one this time.”

“You think I can’t see you?” Joel said. He sounded as if he had given this a lot of thought, which was odd considering you weren’t quite sure what the hell he was on about. “Walking around in a little towel, getting undressed right in front of me, showing your-,” He shook his head. “Jesus, I know I’m twice your age but I ain’t dead.”

You felt your cheeks burn bright red. Those dreams you had of him throwing you down and taking you weren’t one sided. 

“You’re not twice my age, don’t exaggerate,” you said. His dark eyes were hard on you. “I’m sorry if I…distracted you?”

“Don’t make me sound like a jackass.” You couldn’t tell in this dim light but was he blushing as well?

“I just said what you said, verbatim.”

“You know what I mean,” Joel said, now more annoyed than angry. “You’re running for your life, why are you wearing frilly underwear?”

“My underwear is distracting you?” 

He turned away, looking out the windshield with rain pouring down. He gripped the gun in his hand harder. “You were shoving your pussy in my face, what do you want from me?”

You had to bite your lip. Why did that sound so good from him? He was angry, but not really at you. It had certainly been a while for you. How long had it been for him?

“I mean-,” you started but he shook his head. 

“Stop,” he said. “We can’t. Jesus, we can’t.”

“Why not?” You hoped that didn’t sound like a whine. He turned to you, studying your face. 

“I ain’t gonna fuck you just ‘cause you’re desperate,” he said. 

“What makes you think it’s because I’m desperate?”

Joel laughed, a cold humorless laugh. “You’ve seen what I do. You know what I am. Do I gotta mention that I’m old enough to be your father?”

“I don’t care,” you said truthfully. You touched his thigh. He didn’t pull away. “It’s not because I’m desperate. I mean, obviously I’m horny as all hell, but the thought of you bending me over gets me through many cold nights,” Joel cursed under his breath as you let the word vomit tumble out. You weren’t sure if it was adrenaline or pure stupidity but he had crossed the line first. “I want you.”

You let your hand go up his leg a little further. His reflexes were fast and he grabbed your wrist, throwing it away from him. At first you thought you had pushed him too far but instead he grabbed you, throwing you up over the center console. Your torso leaned over into the front, while your legs and ass hung into the back seat. You could see his hungry eyes in the rear view mirror.

“Joel-,”

“You said you want this,” he said behind you. You felt him move behind you, sliding into the middle seat so he was directly between your bent legs. He smacked your ass sharply. “Do you want this?”

“Fuck,” you hissed out. “Yes, I want this.”

Joel undid your belt, sliding your jeans off your hips, along with another pair of what Joel would call ridiculous panties. 

He spanked you again, this time on your bare ass, surprising a yelp out of you. You felt so exposed, naked in front of him. 

“I want you to fuck me.” You knew how needy you sounded. It had been building since you met him. Every time he grabbed you away, held your hand, touched you at all. Your skin felt like it was on fire now.

“Fuck,” he muttered under his breath. You shuttered as he kissed the back of your thigh, his stubble tickling the sensitive skin. 

You were about to beg him to take his pants off when you felt his tongue touch you. He grabbed your hips, plunging his face into you like he had never tasted anything so good. 

“Joel,” you moaned, only causing his grip on your hips to tighten. “Oh my god, Joel.” 

You reached back, grasping at his hair, his hands, anything to feel closer to him. You wanted him inside you so badly but the way he was devouring you was making your eyes roll back into your head. 

“Come for me, sweetheart,” A name he only reserved when he thought you really needed it. God, did you need it. The string snapped and you came, hard, squeezing his hand against your hip. 

He dragged his tongue lazily up one last time, as if savoring how you tasted. He pulled your jeans back up, making your spirit deflate a little. 

“You don’t-,”

“No,” he said firmly. 

You sat back in the back seat. Your eyes wandered down. His jeans were tented, a noticeable bulge in the front. You bit your lip, noting how big he was. You wanted to climb in his lap and ride him until you made him feel like he had just made you feel. 

“It looks like you want to.”

“Believe me, I’ve never been so fucking hard in my life,” Joel explained, even as he shifted uncomfortably. “But I can’t.” 

You laughed incredulously. “Are you serious?”

“Dead.” 

“After that you’re gonna say you can’t fuck me?” You asked. You were still dripping wet for him, knowing you sounded like you were begging. You kind of were. You had never felt so good in your life, you wanted more. 

“Trust me,” he said, leaning up again the side of truck. “Now go to sleep.”

You didn’t know how you could, when every part of you wanted him inside of you. 

#joel miller #joel miller x reader #reader insert fic #last of us #pedro pascal #joel/you #joel/reader #joel last of us #joel last of us x reader #I'm baaaaaaaack #smut

[dykeomania]

i don't really mean to ruin your day, but like (not proofread),

made sleepy by unforgiving winters and a population of people who were only young, once, the carnival reminds modern!ellie’s small wyoming town of what it’s like to be youthful, and alive.

tellingly so, people in her town consider this the happiest event of the year. but if it’s just between ellie and god, the significance of multicolored fair rides or the sun beaming hard enough to scorch the morning dew off of joel’s front lawn faces no match against the hatchling of your smile, once made dormant under the hazy coat of november through april, and defrosted by the month of july.

it’s the 4th. and amongst a spectacular of beams and fireworks slashing through a sky made thick with clouds, ellie swears that tonight she will kiss the girl of her daydreams. 

she has also sworn this, for the past three summers.

for the past three summers, she has ridden the same rides with you in almost identical order – familiar of every trough, and yet screaming with you through every loop. you take the same edibles, and you get the same order of fried concoctions, from the same stand and share the same $7 lemonade, from the same cup and the same swirly straw. 

it’s the same saccharine fling, bubble-wrapped in infatuation, and spared the harm of teeth sinking into its flesh in fear of eviscerating the bond that lies underneath.

but she swears, she will kiss you. this time, she will. she swears, she will.

with tongues coated with carbs and a mind made dizzy with sugar, you make the decision to ride the ferris wheel. she buries herself in the brash cackle of your laugh as she nearly rocks the cart off of its hinges. as you settle, belly and chest full of brightness, ellie watches you. your back is slumped against the metal, your head is thrown, and a hand is splayed over your stomach. the neons of the park flicker and change as you the two of you pass through them. ellie watches as they paint your body, electric; this way, she can see the symptoms of summer, highlighted, right on your cheekbones. beaming brightly, adding a shimmer to your smile, like a sparkle on a wink. ellie always has a tendency of falling in love with girls who are nothing like her. in the summer, ellie just burns. but not you. you have always glowed. 

the fireworks break through the sky, booming through the city like miniature cannons. the only unpredictable thing of all this, is the show. pop, a red firework. pop, a green one. pop, pop, sizzle. this one, a cluster of both.

boom. 

the familiar crust of a hill climbs up ellie’s throat and it’s an act of strength to swallow it all down. “wow,” she hears you remark, completely airless, a loopy grin stretching across your lips. “that’s so pretty.”

ellie nods, damning the fireworks and instead only looking at you. “yeah..” ellie swallows, again, hearing the croak that lines her own voice. “well, you’re pretty, too.”

there’s a silence that hangs, like your eyes, onto hers. and then it’s broken -- shattered not by combustion, but by a giggle turned spitting cackle, tumbling uncontrollably from your lips.

ellie’s furrows her eyebrows, “are you.. are you okay?” and starts laughing with you, only half-nervous, but like–

sizzle, sizzle,

“no.. no.. well– like yeah. like, no, yeah i’m just..” you lick your lips, close your eyes,

grin, and shake your head,

“i’m just really glad that you’re my friend.” 

boom.

the firework burns and dies in the iris of ellie’s eye, and brings with it ellie’s reminder to blink. or to do anything, really.

ellie has a tendency of falling in love with girls who are completely different from her. who want different things, and go at different paces,

who are her best friends.

she smiles. tight.

“yeah..” ellie concludes. “yeah, me too.”

she holds your hand on top of her lap, and halfheartedly thumbs over your knuckles. she lets you slot your fingers into hers, the same as you always do. and she squeezes, like normal. lets you rest your head on her shoulder, and rests her forehead atop of yours, like usual.

pop. pop. pop.

this year, she chalks her excuse up to.. loitering in opportunity. wading in questions she knows the answer to.

sizzle. sizzle. sizzle.

maybe, she’ll try again next summer. 

pop,

or maybe, it’s better that she doesn’t.

sizzle.

#this is so funny to me sorry #accidentally wrote biblically accurate r/niceguy ellie williams sorry #prose is alright though so i mean whatever #maybe they're both in love with each other #idk figure it out #mia what are you talking about #ellie williams x reader #tlou #the last of us #ellie williams #imagine getting friendzoned not in a r/niceguy “im so nice to you i deserve to be with you” way #but in a “ellie williams always falls in love with girls who want different things and go at different paces” way #[BOOM] #(the friendzone isnt a real thing guys) #(respect peoples wishes) #(or be open about your feelings) #(dont go to the same fair with them 3 years in a row like a down bad incel redditor) #the Turnaround is Insane though #this is the one time where my underwhelming endings actually serve a solid purpose #let's see how this goes. LMAO