Last of Us
Joel Miller x OC drabble I wanted to share :D
“You don’t know because she wasn’t your daughter!”
Grace drew back, face slackened from the blow his words had inflicted, eyes wide, brows drawn together.
The only time Joel had lashed out at her about Sarah had been during that first year of the outbreak. When everything was bleeding and raw and broken, when just going outside would mean danger. Either fungus or people, it made little difference. Joel had been a broken man those first months, and in many ways, he still was. But he'd been cruel, then. Cold and brutal and it was only her and Tommy he showed a modicum of warmth to, if one could call what he'd done and said to them on the really harsh days warmth.
Grace had still cried at night for Sarah, and she had thought she was silent enough for Joel and Tommy not to notice because they never mentioned it. But then, one night after a run gone bad, Joel was in a particularly dark mood
“I didn’t carry her, Joel. I didn’t feel her kick or nurse her, and I know what I feel isn’t comparable to what you feel. But don’t you dare, for one goddamn second, think that I didn’t love her like she was mine.”
Joel glared but remained silent. That was the thing about Joel she hated. He’d hit her where it hurt the most and never fight it out. He’d leave her bleeding and turn and walk away.
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TC!Jungkook
King Jeon, I am so sorry. I was failed to protect the Queen and for that I, Sargent Dace will be held accountable for that. Though I must admit I was attacked on my way up the stairs. Once I had reached the top of the steps I had been hit in the head causing me to fall unconscious and tumble down the staircase. Her and I were the only ones on this floor. It would have been easier for him to hide. But with the way the entire palace was protected, there’s no way he was able to carry her out of here. She must still be in the palace or at least on the property. Jeon, you and the rest of the soldiers will search the property as everyone else goes on lockdown. Sargent Park and his men will take on searching every room in. You will find her. I promise.
*Even in his emotional state Jungkook agrees to searching the palace for his missing Queen. Everyone inside the house aside from the protectors of the palace were forced into their rooms until it was clear. As Dace searched through the tall garden just below the King and Queens balcony he noticed a hand. A hand covered by a deep red long sleeve shirt. Most importantly, he noticed the wedding ring of the Queen of the finger of the hand.*
KING JEON, JEON!! I FOUND HER! SOMEBODY GET THE NURSE! GET JUNG HOSEOK!! Yn?! Can you hear me? Listen, you’re going to be okay. We need to get her to a hospital or something!
*As everyone rushes past the man to help the Queen, he stands there a mixture of happiness and anger. Happy to see Jungkook falling apart over his wife’s life threatening injury. Anger that both times he’s tried to kill her, she still hasn’t died. If she survives this, third times the charm. He’ll make sure if it. Because let’s face it. The King will never learn his lesson until she dies. He will never know pain until he’s holding her old hand. Just like the man had to.*
Jungkook immediately rushes to pick your body up but his rate actually drops when he notices you unconscious, once more.
“SEARCH EVERY SINGLE PLACE!” He commands before rushing into the palace while physician hoseok tends to yoi and as much as jungkook wants to stay with you, no he can’t because he has to catch that bastard and cut off his head with his sword, he will only calm down when he will get to feel the blood drops of that monster splash onto jungkooks face.
And this time luck is really in jungkooks side because as soon as he’s back into the garden, he spits the mystery guy, so fucking dumb he thinks to himself before attacking the guy, immediately tackling him to the ground.
And Jungkook is now surrounded by his men, so he throws a strong punch to the man’s jaw, before he commands dace to take off his dark cloak thats covering his ugly face.
“MOTHERFUCKER WHO ARE YOU?!!”
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For the Firefighter AU:
As a reference to the movie, what if Thena gets struck by a lightning while on track. Gil finds her unconscious and carries her back to safety. When Thena wakes, she says she's fine, she doesn't need his help and tries to leave.
Hugs and much love!! ✨🖤
The first thing she noticed was the smell (not bad at all, just...different). The second thing she noticed was that she wasn't in her sleeping bag, on the ground. She was in a bed.
Thena shot up from lying down, her chest tight, gasping for breath.
"Hey!"
That lone woodsman rose slowly from his chair at the far end of the mostly-one-room cabin. He held out his hands, like he would to approach an injured animal.
She glared at him from the bed--his bed, she assumed. "What the fuck am I doing here?"
"Fair question," he attempted to defuse her temper, not moving closer and still crouched as if she would pounce on him and rip his throat out. "I found you out in the field, Wolf."
She tried to remember what was last in her mind, but it was hazy. She remembered being on patrol. She was around the open field when she saw...something--had gone to investigate.
"We got a distress call," he gestured to the radio on his table by the window. "Some campers panicked when they saw the dry lightning. I'm guessing you were in the area."
Thena groaned, shifting on the bed. Now that it was brought up, her shoulder did have a certain burn and sting to it. "This is why I don't fuckin' rescue people anymore."
"Because you get struck by lightning when you do?"
She glared at him. His name was Gilgamesh, and that was about all she knew about him. He was part of wildfire prevention, but when that wasn't an all-hands-on-deck situation he did regular firefighter shit. She didn't think any of her boys from her old unit knew him either. "Almost--almost struck by lightning. If I had been, I'm pretty sure you'd have carried back my dead body."
He apparently didn't think that was very funny.
"Oh, lighten up, big guy," she rolled her eyes at him, making it known that this was not that big a deal. She scooched back to the edge of his - admittedly comfortable - bed. "It's nothing-"
She fell straight forward.
"Hey!" he was there in a second, catching her in that mile-wide chest of his before she could hit the ground. His hands held her arms, careful of her shoulders and back, "will you take it easy?"
Thena growled, trying to push off of him as he carefully and gently leaned her back up to the bed. "Get off me."
"You need to heal, Thena."
She looked up at him, shocked by the use of her name. She couldn't remember actually ever giving it to him, but they all did daily check-ins on the shortwave; none of them were exactly total strangers.
"I haven't applied any salve yet," he said gently, holding her eyes as he helped her sit comfortably. His eyes dashed down to her shoulder, "I figured you'd wanna do that yourself."
Thena snatched her hand away from him, sending him into the kitchen to leave her to it. She felt around her back carefully, immediately feeling the burn holes in her shirt and the open, aggravated blisters on her back as a result.
He was right, it had been very, very close.
She looked in the direction of the kitchen. The big guy really hadn't applied any treatment to her injured skin, probably having carried her and laid her face down on his bed to keep from agitating it further. Even if he was too precious about it to take her shirt off, he could have even just stuck his hand up the bottom and applied some fucking cream or something.
He came back with a steaming mug of something and some pills. "Take these--just ibuprofen."
She continued to watch him as she accepted the offering. He drifted to the far side of the room again, giving her the space to which she was so accustomed. It was indeed just ibuprofen in her hand, and some soup in the mug. Something to put in her stomach.
"I have clean cloths and towels in the bathroom," he pointed to the door situated between the kitchen and whatever room he didn't have his bed tucked away in. "You can wear one of my shirts, or I can go and find your camp and bring your stuff back for you."
She frowned, "slow down there, buddy. You make it sound like I'm checking in."
Gil held her eyes with a similar stubbornness. He crossed his arms (also massive). "You're not going back out there until you're healed."
"Oh, I'm not?" she snarled at him. He was the one who called her the White Wolf--well, most did, these days. All the more reason for him not to expect her to be cooped up like this.
"Look," he huffed, leaning off the chair and drifting towards the door already. "I'll stay at the station, I'll give you your space. But you need real treatment, Thena. Your back has open wounds on it, I'm not sending you back out into the woods."
She held his eyes. She would love to tell him to fuck right off and storm right out. But it seemed she was neither up to walking by herself, not able to reach the entirety of her wounds, at the moment. He was right; she was in no condition to go back to her base camp and sleep on a potential infection.
He seemed to understand what her silence meant and stepped away from the door, "well?"
She still wasn't sure about waking up in some stranger's bed and making herself right at fucking home. But she supposed she didn't have much of a choice in the matter. At the very least, she would see what tomorrow brought. "You offering to wash my back for me?"
He blushed.
Thena bit back a smile. That was why he hadn't administered first aid to her while she was unconscious? Because he was a sweet little gentleman?
He caught her holding back her amusement and rolled his eyes, "okay, okay."
Thena let out just a little laughter as he drifted to his bathroom and she heard the tap start. "I'll just-"
"The fuck you will."
She tried not to laugh. He was kind of cute when he was cranky.
Gil emerged with a towel thrown over his shoulder. He walked over to the bed, holding out his hand, "come on."
She sighed; she really didn't like having to lean on someone like this. Literally--using his outstretched hand like a fucking cane. "Ugh."
"Yeah, yeah, fuckin' sucks, I get it," he muttered as he helped her drag herself to the bathroom. He had a towel folded on top of the toilet seat, lowering her down to it. "Look, my eyes will be closed the whole time. You direct me as needed, okay?"
Thena looked up at him but his eyes were already fucking closed. She snorted, "y'know, if you're this shy, I'm sure I can mange."
"Just squeeze the fuckin' aloe out, Wolf."
Thena had to admit, at least this was more amusing than trying to treat this herself in her tent back at base camp. She pulled her shirt over her head and unhooked her bra with a grunt. "You sure you don't want a little peek?--for your troubles?"
Poor guy didn't even dignify her teasing with a response.
Didn't have to; his ears were bright pink.
Thena smiled to herself (since his eyes were closed, and all). She accepted his warm, damp cloth first, pressing it to her shoulder, "sorry, I'll give you a break."
He just sighed, moving closer with the disinfectant.
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