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pettyprocrastination · 1 year

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whoever this beloved anon was I am so touched by your kindness! You definitely didn’t have to do this but I am so happy you enjoy this idea and I will happily expand upon it for you!

this is just a collection of word vomit bullet points for the time being but I will happily answer any and all questions about this pair!!

warnings: violence, angst, child death (Sarah Miller), foul language, the same warnings that apply to tlou, reader is Sarah's mom and described as having similar features to her.

So the general Idea is that you and Joel are happily married before the outbreak.

You had been Sarah's mother, his high school sweetheart he got pregnant when neither of you were old enough to have any reaction to the pregnancy test other than a fucking panic attack in one another’s arms. but you made it work

you both worked but made time for one another and your sweet girl, going to museums every other weekend and joel insisting on swooping you off for a date every now and then

nothing special. He knows you’re more of a diner gal than anything too fancy that makes you both feel out of place.

On his birthday in 2003, you had planned to tell him that you were pregnant again. But the memories of your own fears of motherhood from all those years ago begin to swirl through your head again and you get cold feel. deciding to tell him the morning after

it is his birthday afterall, you want to focus on him.

but when you’re woken up in the middle of the night because tommy needs to get bailed out, Joel kisses you sweetly one last time before promising he’ll be back and you can’t shake the feeling that something bad is happening.

its you that shakes sarah awake that night. shouting at her to put on her shoes when she’s still rubbing the sleep from her eyes because you’ve been listening to the radio for the past two hours, calling joel again and again and again praying for him to fucking pick up but to no avail.

Sarah, bless your little girl’s bleeding heart is the one who insists you check on the adler’s against your better suspicions and when you find the eldest looming over her daughter, blood and sinew dripping from her mouth, you grab your daughter hand and burst into a full sprint until something slams into your back and sends you tumbling onto their front lawn

its how joel finds you, struggling to keep the once sweet old woman, whose now nothing more than dead eyes and gnashing teeth straining to snap at your pulse point as you push against her while sarah shrieks before your husband runs forward and cracks her skull with a wrench.

there’s hardly a moment of pause, just enough for him to pull you up and into his arms before he’s ushering you both into the car with an urgency.

when the truck crashes, you get separated from them. Perhaps at Tommy’s side when the flames rise and create a wall, separating you from your husband, or maybe pulled into the mob of chaos when trying to escape from those already infected-

all joel knows is that you promise you’ll find him: just get sarah to safety and you’ll meet him at the river

Poor thing is already so frightened, held in her father’s arms with tears streaming down her face insisting they can’t leave you they just can’t but her father kisses her forehead and reassures her its going to be okay

“we just need to be brave, okay babygirl? Your mama’s real tough, she’s gonna be alright.”

he isn’t sure if he’s saying it to his daughter or himself.

but when he comes to the river you aren’t there. Only a soldier who points a gun at the scared little girl in his arms and then he loses everything

its when the light is gone from his daughter’s eyes that he realizes. His voice cracked and raw from sobbing that he looks around to see his brother with drawn in shoulders and tears in his eyes but his wife is nowhere to be found.

Tommy says you got lost in the chaos. Everything was so loud, so sudden that he turned around and suddenly you weren’t there.

Joel wants to go back but its Tommy that stops him, that dulls the red in his vision to a sad faded pink because his brother points at the orange horizon not too far from them, so much of the city is already in flames.

“We’re gonna find her, but not there.”

So Joel searches. for the first year spent in the world post-outbreak its all he did.

He became a smuggler because of it.

Information came at a price and he needed to be able to fucking pay it, whether it be in blood or ration cards. He was willing to do anything to find you or any thin thread that lead your way.

But it’s Tommy that asks him to give up. Not in those words of course.

The youngest Miller knows better than to say something so cruel that would make his brother, the only person he has in this world turn on him.

But his voice is worried when he asks him one night in Boston when he hasn’t even had the chance to wash the blood from his knuckles

“You think she would have wanted this for you?”

the fight that followed his words was brutal. Vicious insults and scarred fists slamming against each brother until they're both too tired and bloody to continue. Each leaning against a wall for support and Tommy’s wavering voice breaking the silence.

“I don’t know where she is, Joel. But I do know you're gonna get yourself killed if you keep lookin’ for her.”

All he can do is nod.

It’s a few days later when he meets Tess. Who has heard plenty of stories about the elder miller’s brutality and wants him to put that muscle to good use for some extra profit.

It begins his new life. One that empty and cold but one he can live.

Until of course, Ellie comes along. The sweet and incredibly opinionated girl that makes him become something akin to the man he thought died twenty years ago.

its when he’s traveling with Ellie, that it happens. When a warm familiarity has settled between the two because so much blood and pain has been shared he can’t help but see her as something close, something bright even though all he can force himself to utter in her reference is “cargo”

when theyre traveling through the woods as Ellie chatters away, probing his memory about a movie that may or may not have existed thirty years ago because her descriptions of the plot are incredibly odd he hears a voice shout for them to stop and finds himself staring at a man- no, a boy- pointing a gun at them.

Ellie stills, but Joel can see enough to know that from the lanky figure and dimpled face that he’s young. Maybe twenty, twenty-two at the oldest, but his eyes dart from Joel to Ellie with a pinprick of fear that allows Joel the time to charge forward and slam him to the ground before wrestling the gun from his hands.

He has enough to time to tuck it under the stranger’s chin before he hears the sound of the safety being turned off and finds himself looking up and seeing a gun just inches from his face.

Joel’s head whips around when Ellie’s voice calls out his name in fear, he turns to see another stranger holding her a gun point, shoulders drawn back and a shadow cast over their face by the had obstructing their identity.

“You hurt one of mine, I hurt one of yours. That a fair deal?”

Its takes him a moment to recognize you. It’s been so long since he’s heard your voice, the sweet tease when you would poke at him each time he woke up late despite the fact that you reminded him to set his alarm the night before, the times you’d chide him with a harsh “Joel Miller!” whispered in public anytime he was able to grab you a bit too passionately to be appropriate in public but the laughter in your voice let him know you were never truly mad at him. You didn’t know how to be.

But that sweetness is buried under a cold rasp that cuts through the air as you point a rifle at the scared little girl in front of you.

“You think I won’t?” You’re older now, skin covered in scars from a life he didn’t know you got the chance to live and your eyes are cold as they regard your husband. “Put the gun down and get the fuck off of him, I won’t repeat myself.”

Joel mumbles your name in awe. The woman he loved, the woman he mourned the one he fought so hard to find stands before him like some sort of hallucination and suddenly the world feels like its spinning until you bark orders at him again.

“You’ve got five seconds Joel, make a fucking choice before I make it for you.”

He looks down and realizes the boy under him, the one with the bleeding nose and snarling face has your eyes and his dimples.

“One.”

The one above him has Sarah’s hair. Soft brown curls that shine under the sun.

“Two”

Wait. No, they both do.

“Three.”

Twins. Jesus fucking Christ you had twins.

“Four.”

Joel holds the rifle up above his head and the one boy standing snatches it from his grasp, tossing it to the ground and kicking it far from his reach. He slowly stands, allowing your son- dear god your son- to scramble to his feet.

Your voice softens just for a moment. “You okay, Duke?”

Blood stains the bottom half of his face from where Joel slammed his fist into the boy’s nose just moments before, but he nods nonetheless.

Now, they both stand on one side of you and he can see the resemblance clear as day the same way he would whenever Sarah was by your side.

When you order him to hand over his bag, he does so without question before telling Ellie to do the same.

She watches him with wide eyes, her hands still up in the air but gaping at her companion as if he had grown a second head.

“Joel!” “Just do it, alright?”

He doesn’t miss the way you watch their interaction with narrowed eyes until she tosses her bag to you and you slowly lower your gun.

“Now, you want to tell me what the fuck you think you’re doin’ at my home?”

#joel miller x reader #joel miller x you #i had an idea of something similar for tommy but on outbreak night he uh. abandons you instead of getting separated from you #because. angst :D #people say nice things #this was incredibly generous of you anon thank you so so much!#i may get myself a little starbucks drink this week now because I havent had starbucks since like january 1st lol #joel reeling from taking in all this information and also realizing he suckerpunched HIS OWN KID #id like to apologize for all the grammatical issues with this. this is just a bulletpoint word vomit to get my thoughts on the page before-#-beginning the actual fic. also I have to do a midterm tonight and this is my treat to myself hehe #but yes. joel getting separated from his wife on outbreak night and having to accept that shes probably dead #meanwhile youve lived this entire life without him because you think HES dead ad raising your boys all on your own #which just- further digs into his insecurities about failing in his role as a protector #he couldn't save sarah. he can't save ellie and he couldn't even save you #he thinks about you pregnant and alone. fending for yourself in a world full of infected and raiders and his chest grows tight again #this is all followed by Ellie going >:O 'you KNOW THIS PSYCHO?'and then joel immediately snapping at her to WATCH HER MOUTH #because that kid has no filter and he has to explain that youre his wife #anyways joels wife is a badass mfer who also maybe has a little garden and some chickens that you and your boys take care of <3 yeah .#reunion tag #ill be using that for this specific couple because I dont have a fic title yet but if anybody has suggestions!

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arent-i-the-fairest · 2 years

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We’ve had it good for too long… it’s time for some angst >:)

Can I req the first years with a reader who was severely injured trying to protect them? Like from an overblot or something. If you’re uncomfortable with this then feel free to decline ^_^

𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐚𝐤𝐞

author’s note : you’re right, anon— it’s been over a month now since my last angst work! it’s about time it made a comeback, hm?

hope you enjoy~ ♡ (˃̵ᴗ˂̵ ）

🔺chapter 1 overblot spoilers in ace and deuce’s parts and chapter 5 overblot spoilers in epel’s!

ace trappola

ace stumbled back after taking a hard hit from riddle, who had overblotted.

“hey buddy, ever heard of dodging?” you joked as you pulled him back up to his feet. he scoffed, softly pushing you away. “quiet, you! bet you couldn’t have dodged that either!” “pshh, i totally could have, no sweat—!”

“both of you! take this a little more seriou— LOOK OUT!” trey shouted. you both looked up and saw the terrifying sight of riddle approaching. about to strike.

out of instinct, you threw ace behind you and took the blow— the last thing you heard before blacking was ace shrieking your name.

he completely abandoned the fight, leaving deuce, cater, and trey to deal with the overblot. instead he just sat off to the side with you in his lap. he was shaking you, crying, begging you to just wake up already— his frustration and anxiety growing with each second you were still unresponsive.

your heartbeat was the only thing letting him know you were still alive, but even it seemed to be slowing down. he prayed and prayed that it was just his mind playing tricks on him, continuing attempting to wake you up.

ace let out a sigh of relief as you opened your eyes. “t-there! hah! i knew you were fine!” he laughed, hugging you.

“ace..?” he pulled away to look at you. “i’m gonna be real with you. i… don’t think i’m fine. in fact, i’m pretty sure this is it for me.” you weakly chuckle. but ace didn’t find this the least bit funny.

“stop— stop! you’re scaring me! you are going to make it!” ace let out a jagged, panicked breath as you closed your eyes once again. “you are!” he hissed. “you are, you areyouareyouare! if you don’t.. i-i’ll…”

he doesn’t know what he’ll do. does he even know what he’s doing now?

deuce spade

he was determined to be the one to help you. in his mind, it was only fair since you’ve done so much for him. from the more insignificant of things like letting him copy off your answers on homework he forgot to do— all the way to helping him change as a person and giving him emotional support.

he wanted to be able to do something for you even just once. and he swore that ‘something’ would be protecting you from riddle’s overblot— even though deuce was already quite tired and beaten up himself.

“deuce, i really appreciate what you’re trying to do, but just take it easy! you’re hurt enough as is!” you gently shook him by the shoulders and he looked down at his feet.

“but…” “— i know. you wanna make yourself useful to me in some way. but you don’t have to.” you gave him a smile.

riddle scoffed, “letting your guards down during a fight, are you?” a shiver ran down your spine as you hugged deuce, shielding him from riddle’s rose-bush attack.

freaks. out. you were hit so hard you were seeing stars and could hardly stand up— he’s got no idea what to do until ace just yells for him to get you in one of the spare rooms of heartslabyul until the fight is over. he’s scared and shaking, but he toughens up and hightails it out of there, whispering apologies over and over again under his breath.

deuce let out a shaky sigh as he pulled a comforter over you. “i’m sorry, y/n, i’m so sorry this happened— do you need water? bandages? h-how— where, ah— what can i do..?” he sniffled, burying his face in his hands.

“i can’t do anything, can i?”

jack howl

a while back, jack made a promise to himself. and that promise was that no matter how dangerous the situation was, he’d protect you.

today, he’s broken that promise.

here he was, carrying you to the infirmary as fast as he could go because you were injured. protecting him. protecting him from a monster so strong and so violent, you knew you couldn’t take any of it’s attacks on. but you did anyways to save him from the pain.

it touched him to his core, but also hurt him just as much.

the trip to the infirmary was nearly too much to take for him. the way your breaths were all rough and uneven, your pained cries, the scent of your blood— jack hates seeing even a scratch on you. he’d take your place in a heartbeat if it meant seeing you unharmed. but he won’t dwell on it for now, his sole focus is on getting you help.

jack sat beside your bed in total silence. and he was going to stay until you woke up and he could talk with you.

he looked at one of your arms, which the nurse had just finished bandaging. then at the other, which was going to be bandaged soon as well. it was covered in bruises that were most likely going to scar.

jack let out a heavy sigh and grabbed your hand gently, nuzzling his nose against it. “i’m sorry i failed you back there.” he whispered to you.

epel felmier

vil was running epel ragged.

you, being magicless, were only allowed watch from the sidelines since the others weren’t allowing you to partake in the fight. but seeing your boyfriend getting tired, becoming more and more susceptible to being heavily injured, you were itching to get in there.

“c’mon, epel, hold out for just a little longer..” you whispered to yourself. your breath hitched when you saw him trip and not get up— and vil only seconds away from obliterating him with a spell.

you sprinted to action, ignoring the protesting shouts of your friends and hurling yourself in front of epel. everyone else be damned, you were going to keep him safe.

he’s so frustrated. not just at you for being so.. selfless, but at himself too because he didn’t have the strength to keep dodging and keep casting out magic. that frustration is gonna eat at the poor boy for a while.

you better believe he’s gonna scold you for your recklessness when you’re all fixed up. he’s already got a whole script set up in his head, and you’re gonna get to hear all of it when you’re better— or.. if you get better? god, he’s frustrated at himself for even thinking of the possibility.

.. but he knows that things could turn out that way. the uncertainty is killing him— but there’s only one thing he knows for sure. he’s gonna take vil down, even if it’s the last thing he does.

epel pat your back with what little energy he had left, trying to help you get out all your coughs. he panicked upon seeing your body go limp, immediately sitting you up against a column.

“’ya really don’t look so good— you’ve gone pale. and your heartbeat…?” he placed two fingers on your wrist and was shaken to feel that it was extremely slow. “are- y-you sure you’re alright? —who am i kidding, of course you are! i don’t need to treat ‘ya like you’re dying…” his smile faltered. “you aren’t, are you?”

you didn’t move or speak. just stared right back him. but it spoke volumes. epel’s eyes widened as he grabbed you by the shoulders.

“you’re kidding, right? right?? you can’t go yet!” he panicked, looking you in the eyes— searching for any confirmation you were okay. that you weren’t going to die. but still, nothing. just more empty staring.

finally, epel broke. unable to bear the guilt and anxiety, all his tears came out uncontrollably.

“you can’t die yet— i need you by my side!” he hiccuped, tugging onto the sleeves of your shirt. he felt hopeless. and utterly pathetic. “i at least wanted to bring you back to my home village.. even planned to live together later down the road, after our graduation. and maybe, even…”

sebek zigvolt

humans and the way they are will always be a mystery to him.

“i’m only gonna ask one last time, human!” sebek narrowed his eyes at you. yet he didn’t look mad. or even annoyed. just genuinely confused. “why? why did you protect me from that beast?”

you were absolutely exhausted from the incident, and he was not helping.

“i don’t see why you can’t tell me.” he huffed. you buried your face in the soft mountain of pillows that he had set up for you. “isn’t it obvious? because i love and care about you.” you whispered before passing out.

sebek just stared for a moment. “oh...” he blinked, and his vision was blurred with tears.

he would never admit how he had cried that day. and he would never admit how he stayed around much longer than he had planned on, guarding you while you slept and sort of just basking in your presence. he was relaxed sitting next to you.

— “what do you mean their condition has gotten worse?!”

the nurse sighed, setting down his clipboard. “it’s exactly what it sounds like. to make it a long story short, whatever beast attacked them casted a spell on them as well.” sebek paled, glancing over at you.

“making a rough estimate, it’ll probably take them 3 weeks to be back in full health, if not a whole month. that is, assuming they’ll recover. they.. seem to be getting worse, unfortunately.” the nurse coughed.

“now, it’s quite late already, why don’t you run back to your dorm?” sebek nodded and turned around to leave, but stopped.

it’s true, he should be tending to chores, training, and watching over the young lord, but he couldn’t bring himself to leave the room.

#to get it out of the way— yes epel was alluding to getting married hehe #but anyways. i am incapable of writing angst without making it extremely dramatic orz #i hope it’s entertaining to read though!#i only write for people to be entertained after all~ ( ´ ▽ ` )#twisted wonderland #twst #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #ace x reader #deuce x reader #jack x reader #epel x reader #sebek x reader #gn reader

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