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pettyprocrastination · 1 year

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The Revenant Wife

Pairing: Joel Miller x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Mentions of grief and death.

Summary: Ellie knows very little of Joel and even less of the wife he had before the outbreak. When she finally meets you, its just as much as shock to her as it is to your husband.

Word count: 1.6k

Note: ficlet is based off of this previous post about Joel getting separated from his wife during the outbreak and assuming you died until you find one another years later. Reader is described to look like Sarah. Title came from the ever lovely @djarin-junk <3

Tagging those I think would enjoy: @pedrostories @thesadvampire @joel-mlller @softanon @max--phillips @captainsamwlsn @hooplahoopla @moondirti

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Ellie didn’t know that Joel had a wife.

Granted, she didn’t know much about his old life at all.

She knew he built things. That he had a brother named Tommy and a daughter named Sarah, but didn’t like to talk about the latter that much. In one fleeting conversation, full of mumbles as her eyes began to close while they rested under the night sky she heard him mention you but was far too gone to truly hear what he said. Nothing more than the vague rumble of his voice saying “my wife” before her eyes opened once more.

“You’re married?”

She asks with such incredulous shock it sounds more like “somebody married you?” but girls at her age hardly ever have filters.

“I was.”

There’s the same bristle in his throat and far off look in his eyes as when she first asked about his daughter. An open answer but one that carries enough unsaid to tell Ellie of your fate. To warn her that she should change the subject or simply shut her mouth and go to sleep before plucking his raw nerve one too many times until he snaps-

“What was she like?”

But Joel learned early on that Ellie wasn’t one to follow warnings.

“Kind.” His breath stutters. “But not a pushover- she didn’t take shit from anybody.” He stares up at the sky, feeling his chest grow tight and fingers twitch by his side until there’s a rustling, the girl next to him rolling over to face him and he turns to find Ellie peeking out from her sleeping bag with a smile.

Damn this girl.

“Not even from you?”

Joel scoffs. “Especially from me. The amount of times she gave me and Tommy and earful-” he shakes his head, Ellie watches a smile grow on his face in silence, as if worried she may frighten it away.

“Did she cook?”

Ellie thinks of the stories the older kids would tell her. The ones who remembered life before the Outbreak, who told her of freshly baked pies on weekend and fluffy pancakes in the morning.

Joel remembers the first time you tried to bake him a cake for his birthday back when he was sixteen. How he opened the door to your forlorn face and a store bought sheet cake in your hands because as your mother told him over the phone, you damn near burned the whole house down trying to bake for him as a surprise.

“From time to time.”

There was only so much she could get out of him before his voice became clipped and eyes full of an emotion she didn’t quite know the name of that he told her to get some rest. Leaving her with nothing to do but to stare at the sky and wonder about these stories in the shape of a woman who unveiled a little bit more about the mysterious man she traveled with.

Of all the silence and secrets that made up the man that protected her, she created stories to fill them. Stories of Joel Miller, husband, father, brother and badass contractor that everybody loved. Of his soldier brother, of his wife and their smiling daughter between them both.

In Ellie’s mind, you didn’t work.

But not in a ditzy lame way like some boring housewife. But just because you didn’t have to.

Joel said that everybody loved contractors so that means he probably got paid like, a ton of money to build stuff for people so you got to stay at home all day. Ellie imagined your house to be ginormous. Maybe Joel made it himself for you when you guys first got married. It was big enough that when Joel came home everyday he’d call out your name and it’d echo through the hall as you called him into the kitchen, where your daughter sat reading as you set dinner on the table. Sometimes you’d get upset if he came home late but then he’d kiss your cheek and you would roll your eyes but smile before you all sat down and ate as a family.

Ellie imagines Joel’s daughter, she wonders if Sarah looks more like her mother than her father.

Ellie wonders as the sleep takes over her body, if they could have been friends.

When it happens, months later after she’s come to think of Joel as something akin to family and he thinks of her as something he can’t say out loud just yet, she’s shocked. She’s face to face with a woman holding her at gunpoint that looks nothing like the smiling mother she dreamt of during cold nights.

You don’t match the stories Ellie made up in your head.

You’re mean.

No. Mean isn’t the right word.

Cold. Yes. you're very cold.

Ellie watches in shock as you ask where they're headed, gun focused on the center of her chest while the two boys at your side point their own at Joel, who has yet to speak.

She waits for him to answer, but he just stares at you in awe. The same man she’s seen kill and threaten to keep her safe day in and day out is rendered speechless until all he can do is utter your name and she realizes that he knows you. More than that, judging by the way he surrenders his gun to you with no fight, something she had never seen him do.

You lift your head to look at him, the brim of your hat raises just enough to clear the shadow cast over your face and Ellie can finally see your eyes and the snarl on your face.

You’re also very pretty.

“I won’t ask again.”

The two boys standing on either side of you have your eyes. Same color and intensity, narrowed into slits like guard dogs waiting for an order and Ellie sees the way Joel stares at them.

She wonders if Sarah had brothers.

“Out west.” He manages. “Takin’ her to her family.”

Your eyes move to her and she holds her hands higher in the air.

“That true?” “What?”

“Is he telling the truth?”

The taller one, Duke, she had heard you call him, had already ripped the bag from her back and emptied its contents onto the ground, she had nothing else to hide from you.

But then she sees something in your eyes. A concern for her that she hadn’t seen since Tess or Marlene.

And she understands.

“He’s telling the truth.” Ellie forces out.

You watch her for a moment and there’s a moment of panic where she thinks you can see right through her lie.

But then you lower your gun and jerk your head over your shoulder.

“C’mon.” is all you say before you begin to walk away. The boys gawk at you for a moment before you give them a look of warning and they follow in your step, occasionally casting glances behind them at Joel and Ellie who follow suit.

She’s quick to grab onto the sleeve of Joel’s jacket and pull with a harsh whisper as the other’s march forward.

“You know this psycho?”

Joel flinches at her voice as it pitches up. If any of you heard her, which he gathered you did because Ellie didn’t have an inside voice to save her fucking life, you didn’t care enough to react.

Ellie whispers his name again. Insistent and angry for answers but he just keeps looking forward. He can’t take his eyes off of you or the boys ahead and it fills her with worry but she doesn’t know why.

“She’s my wife.”

You lead them to a cottage. Its paint is chipping and the fence is reinforced with wiring around the perimeter but it looks like a home. She can vaguely hear the soft clucking of chickens nearby and there's a flash of fur behind the fence with a pair of pointed ears that duck away just as fast as she saw them.

Ellie has seen the remnants of homes before the outbreak. The plates still stacked in the sink and the jacket still hung up on the hook. A story telling a family that once lived within its walls and is now nothing more than memories that ghosts along its foundation.

But this one is real. It’s yours.

There is a rickety wooden table in the dining room. Each chair around it seems to have been brought from a different house and is varying shades of faded brown. You kick the leg of one and nod toward it.“Sit, both of you.”

Ellie looks to Joel before sitting. He follows suit, choosing the chair closest to her.

“I’m gonna get some bandages for that leg-”

Joel shifts forward. “I don’t need-”

“I wasn’t fucking asking, Joel.”

You’re not stronger than Joel, if she had to guess. You both look the same age, but she’s seen his strength, his violence, all done for her safety and knows if it came down to it, you might not win in a fight against him.

But at your order, he sits back in his chair.

You turn and set a shoulder on your son’s shoulder.

At least. She thinks he’s your son.

Softly spoken words are exchanged while the other keeps his eyes on Joel and his hand on his holster. The boy says something back in insistence, but you tilt your head and he nods.

“If either of them try moving or taking anything.” You offer them one final look over your shoulder before slipping out of the room. “Shoot them.”

They listen to your footsteps slowly retreat until there’s nothing but the subtle creak and groan of the wood floor beneath them. Ellie leans forward to look at Joel, setting her hands firmly on the dinner table in announcement.

“Dude-” The young girl breathes out. “Your wife is a bitch.”

#revenant wife tag #joel miller x reader #joel miller x you #this is just a little blurb because I havent written in a hot minute #mostly from ellies third pov so i hope the sort of juvenile internal thoughts make sense #joels wife is a sort of scary badass gal with a lil farm #joel miller x female reader #@ the blogs who asked to be tagged but had zero header or age in their bio: do better #tumblr please dont rearrange the order of this again im BEGGING #not pictured in the fic: joel punching duke in the face and wrestling the gun from his hands before the other twin shows up followed by you #and now joel has to grapple with the fact that 1. his wife is alive 2. she had children 3. he just sucker punched his own kid

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laz3otakugirl · 5 months

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Crying In The Club

A/N: FUUUUUUCCCK IT'S BEEN SO LONG!!!!! I watched Tokyo Drift again recently and my old crushes are coming back lol. ANYWAYS ONTO THE SHOW!!

TW: threesome, noncon/dubcon, gun violence, blackmail, threatening, mocking, bondage (Gisele holds you down), death, alcohol consumption, polyamarous couple, HAN AND GISELE ARE WAY OUT OF CHARACTER

This is explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Pairing: Dark!Han x Reader x Dark!Gisele

Summary: You decided to relieve some stress at Han's club and attract a pair of hands in the meantime. Your partners find you like this and decide to teach you a lesson.

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It was all so dizzying. The smell of smoke and sweat, the flashing lights, multiple bodies rubbing on each other with wanton lust. God it was just what you needed after being constantly coddled and stuck inside of the shared place with your partners. You were already tipsy before you started dancing but now you're full on hyped up and reveling in the heavy bass playing out loud.

You don't know when it happened but at some point you could feel gentle caresses on your arm make their way to your hips, guiding you through the beat of the music. You couldn't help but feel nervous at the thought of Han or Gisele seeing you but decided to fuck it and let go. They wouldn't mind since it was a little harmless dancing, right?

But not even 5 minutes later a hand is gripping the man's wrist on your hips so tight he yells out in pain. Shocked, you turn and find Han giving death glares to the guy that was touching you, "Hands. Off." A smaller but firm pair of hands wrap around your waist and the face of your possessive girlfriend appears resting on your shoulder with a malicious smirk on her face.

"Was our pretty girl feeling neglected? Or did she just decide to be a little slut and whore out what belongs to us?", Gisele growled out into your ear. It was like ice water pouring over you when Han turned his gaze onto you, his hand now pointing a gun to the guy and the other gripping his hair in a tight fist.

At this point, the whole club is watching but not daring to step in for fear of being in the man's place instead. "No no you wouldn't do that right, sweetheart? Unless you forgot?" Han's condescending tone and hard steel stare finally made you break into a sob and you were pretty sure you're only standing because of the bruising grip your girlfriend has on you.

"It's okay baby, you'll learn your lesson soon enough won't you?" Fuck. The look your girlfriend gave you was scary as hell but fuck did it make you soaking wet. Next thing you knew, they were dragging you both to the private room reserved for only you three. Coming up to the room, you could feel your stomach drop knowing your punishment awaits inside.

Han and Gisele gave each other a knowing and smug look and eventually had you naked lying back against the bar counter wrists and ankles cuffed to the edges, cuffs having been installed for special occasions like this. The guy from before is now more sober and having processed the situation is begging and pleading with Han to let him go but Han quickly shut him up with a swift hit to the head from the butt of his gun.

Sobbing, his hands are tied behind his back and he's sitting on Han's lap couch facing you. You can see Han rubbing and gripping his thighs making both of you whimper. "Please G, I'll be good. I-I promise I w-won't go out again just plea-", you don't even get to finish your sentence before you're screaming from her hand spanking your cunt and the other pinching your nipple. "Dumb baby sluts don't get to talk during their punishment. You knew what you were doing was gonna have consequences and still decided to go through with it. Now you better shut the fuck up or else I'll stuff that mouth with something else." With teary eyes, you quickly shut up and let her shove three fingers in your pussy without struggling.

"Fuck look at her slutty little cunt. She's wet from this, don't you think you should put on a show for her? Get that little pussy of ours dripping...", Han starts gripping the poor boy's neck and is tugging his cock out, slowly firming him up with nice firm strokes and kissing his neck. They're both watching you struggle through your second orgasm as Han's little toy is starting to struggle at the feeling of his high come through. Han smugly whispers in his ear, "You gonna come at the sight of her? Oh you fucking bitch, we're gonna wreck you and that tight hole of yours before you even get the chance." Han stops stroking him now and pushes him to his knees, shoving his head down on his cock. "I don't care if you choke, if you cum before I do I will fucking shoot you in the head."

At this point, you're on your 4th orgasm as Gisele is fucking you with her tongue and you're crying from the overstimulation. You're pretty sure yours and Han's moans can be hear by the whole club now but you couldn't care less. Not when your boyfriend is face fucking a stranger that only touched you for a few minutes and your girlfriend is practically milking you of orgasms.

What feels like hours later, Han has the guy barely mumbling raspy apologies laying limply on the couch with wrecked holes and a teary face. But they're not done with you yet. You get shocked out of your pleasurable high when you feel Han shove his cock in your stupid little baby cunt. Gisele is now leaned over you and fucking your face with her pussy.

"Ugh you think you can fucking avoid us baby? You think you can go off doing you're on thing without us?" "No, you're OUR little girl! ONLY OURS!!" They're both angrily fucking you now, but you can't help but feel guilty now that they planted the idea in your head that this is all your fault. Yes you felt sheltered but they were just protecting you and have been loving to you this whole time, right? You just had to be the stupid little girl and think you could do things all by yourself. Now look at what that got you.

Both of them are moaning so loudly and picking up the pace it starts making you feel dizzy. Suddenly, it all comes rushing through and you're all coming together. Sighing above you, they kiss passionately and eventually climb down to make out with you too. Gisele gently uncuffs you and is now holding you and whispering praises in your ear as she picks you up. But you quickly get confused when she turns you around on her lap only to scream out in terror when you see Han pick up his gun and shoot the passed out boy on the couch.

He turns to you now with blood splattered against his bare chest and face, "This is the consequence of your actions. Do it again and we'll lock you away for good until you learn that you'll always be ours."

They're both firmly pressed against you in a hug and seal that promise with kiss.

A/N: Holy shit that was rough. Ngl I rushed this one just because I didn't want to lose motivation to write again so sorry if this sucks. I really wanted to make a dark fic of these two mainly because there aren't any dark fics I've seen of Han let alone any fics on Gisele. But anyways I hoped you guys like this and if you did thank you for reading this!!

#fast and furious #han seoul oh #gisele yashar #sung kang #gal gadot #tokyo drift #cars #tw gun violence #tw noncon #tw dubcon #smut

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