authors note: baby Ellie as emo (well she's like 16 here). I wore my last of us hat to universal I really hope they bring the house back to hhn. Bro did y'all watch Artemis ll land. Christina is so cool and fine bruh I'm so proud of herrr !! everyone says she looks like hange which I definitely agree with but she also kinda reminds me of Dr Olivia Octavious.
did I make Ellie smoke in this. YES I have an obsession with characters smoking like damn.
(please boycott buying tlou two, get it second hand or watch the gameplay and please don't buy tlou 3 if it comes out and refrain from buying remastered versions of any tlou and tlou merch connected with PlayStation.)
emo!ellie: she goes through bottles of hairspray quickly.
emo!ellie: she always has her bangs in her face with her hair down.
emo!ellie: her hair is surprisingly long. She cuts her bangs every other week but she doesn't do anything with the rest of her hair (only cutting some long layers but she has a natural wave in her hair) so now it's getting long and it's not really as damaged as her bangs.
emo!ellie: she wanted to dye her hair the darkest black but Joel said no.
emo!ellie: has braces + hates wearing her rubber bands.
emo!ellie: always has her walkman or her wired earbuds to listen to music.
emo!ellie: her closet consists of low rise boot cut jeans, skinny jeans, and some baggy jeans. She also owns jean shorts and plaid shorts She has a lot of Joel's old t-shirts and band t shirts, she wears hoodies or jackets with the fur inside. She owns all black converse, regular converse, and low top red plaid converse, if she isn't wearing converse she owns boots and slides. When she wears skinny jeans she usually wears boots.
emo!ellie: wears a mood ring.
emo!ellie: her nails are always painted black
emo!ellie: she had her ears pierced, her seconds pierced and her helix. she got her 1st and 2nd in the bathroom stall at school. she got her helix done by her friends older sister who knows how to do piercings and body mods.
although she was dared to do one more piercing. Her friends dated her to get a tongue piercing. She was scared shaking at first but she ended up doing it. It hurt like a bitch she had tears prick and drip from her eyes. Joel didn't notice until one day he did and she got in trouble.
emo!ellie: she gets nosebleeds a lot.
emo!ellie: doesn't really wear that much makeup. She wears eyeliner on special occasions but when she does she goes all out for that smoke look all her friends do on a daily basis. Sometimes she'll do a little for school.
emo!ellie: she smokes cigarettes. kids sell them at school and she buys them. one time nobody was at the register and she climbed over the small gate and grabbed packs of cigarettes running out with her friends. The cashier wasn't fast enough to chase them down and he didn't see their faces clear so what could he do.
emo!ellie: she owns a skateboard. She brings her skateboard everywhere and she can also roller skate. Although when she tries to learn new tricks on her skateboard she falls and gets some bad bruises.
emo!ellie: her favorite activity in p.e is basketball.
emo!ellie: owns a lot of pins and patches. She's making a jean jacket vest with all the shit she collected - it's halfway done.
emo!ellie: owns a digicam.
emo!ellie: she has a lot of comic books she gets every time Joel goes to wash clothes at the Laundromat since there's a comic book shop right across from it.
♡ ₊˚ ──── 0.6k . ellie williams x femme!reader . canon au , gf!els , hypochondriac!reader , panic attack n anxiety ( crying, hyperventilating, struggling to speak ) , mentions of illness, infection, nausea, && death , super fluffy fic , wrote this at 4am do not be judgin me . ♡
𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒆'𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆 . . . ౨ৎ so i have a lotta issues with hypochondria, n a couple nights ago i was feeling very tender, anxiety-wise . . . then my hypochondria kicked in, which made it even worse. so i decided 2 write a fic 4 comfort, playing with the idea of how hypochondria wld look in tlou’s canon, since cordyceps is a risk! this is also for lovely mootie @curiiousbunny ! ♡
“what’s wrong this time?” she asks, "think you're dying again? i can see you stressing in the corner of my eye."
"stop, i just— got a little close to some runners when we were out on patrol earlier," you mumble, embarrassment clouding your vision. you blink the tears away quickly, looking down at your bare arms. you can't see any blemishes—maybe a couple of bruises from your clumsy nature, but none of the important stuff, like teeth marks.
"babe," ellie sighs. she's all too used to this, having been privy to your anxious mumblings and eye witness to the way you check yourself for scars. "we checked you earlier. you're okay. if you were infected, you'd've turned by now."
you avoid her eyes, knees rising to your chest. you're still not certain, now trying to remember if these marks on your skin were already there, or if something's changed... "but i feel sick."
"sick, how?" ellie's realised now that you're not calming down, so she scoots closer along the bed to hold your arm and stop you from obsessing too much. "i think you're working yourself up, baby, that's all. nothing is wrong with you."
you fall silent, watching as ellie gently rubs your arm up and down. you don't realise you're pouting, but she does, tilting her head to try and see more of what's going on through your eyes.
"look, you're not sproutin' anything colourful," ellie says, squeezing your wrist. "nothing colourful, no teeth marks. you never got bit."
"what if i accidentally breathed in some spores or something?"
ellie pauses, then takes a deep breath herself once she notices the way yours quickens. your chest is starting to rise and fall irregularly, it's a little bit concerning. "you did not. we didn't go near spores today. you're fine. you're conscious."
"aren't they all mentally conscious for the first few hours? just not in control of their bodies?" you ask. your rebuttal is obviously not taken well, as ellie closes her eyes and shakes her head.
does she really know how conscious runners are? no... she's going to deny it anyway, for your sake.
"no. if you were somehow infected hours ago, you'd be losing grasp on reality by now. you're not trying to eat me, huh? unless you are... secretly. i'd let ya." she pokes at your side with a little smile, but all she gets from you is a watery glare.
she says your name, but it sounds like she's underwater to you. your body's starting to feel real uncomfortable—warm, and you tremble uncontrollably.
"you. are. not. losing. it." ellie takes your face in the palms of her hands, forcing you to focus back on her. "count backwards from ten for me."
"i f— i feel sick."
"you are not sick." she gently shakes you, trying so hard to drive the point home, even as you start to snivel and hiccup. "you don't think your anxiety is what's making you feel sick right now, hm?"
"i just don't wanna die, i don't wanna be one of them," you blubber, closing your eyes as hot tears begin to spill down your cheeks.
"you're not, baby, that's what i'm telling you," ellie replies. her thumbs wipe away tears, and she pulls you a little closer. "come here. shh shh shh."
she's never thought she was amazing at comforting people, but ellie's so soft with you. it's so easy to do that. so easy for her to lay you on top of her, and rub your back until the crying stops.
"i've checked every piece of you for any sign of infection," she whispers. "you're healthy, you're sane. you're not going to die, i wouldn't let you. now breathe. deep breaths."
your cheek is smushed against her chest; in your ear, you can hear her steady heartbeat. with every inhale, you can smell her. you're still trembling, every limb feeling electric, but you've got tight fistfuls of her hoodie and you're swallowing back your sobs now.
"when we wake up tomorrow, everything's still gonna be normal," ellie says. "we're going to be okay. you'll feel so much better, yeah? these feelings are going to pass."
𝖕𝖆𝖎𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖌 knight!ellie williams x witch!reader / 3.1k words
𝖘𝖞𝖓𝖔𝖕𝖘𝖎𝖘 In a fractured kingdom built on secrets and silence, Ellie—an orphan raised within castle walls—sets out on a quest to recover an ancient relic lost to time and legend. Chosen by a queen who never hid her disdain, Ellie knows this journey might be her last.
But beyond the borderlands, the truth bleeds through lies. Creatures stir in the shadows. And a witch with wildfire in her veins stands in Ellie’s path—one who may hold the key to more than just magic.
Together, they'll brave cursed lands, forgotten cities, and the ashes of what once was. Loyalties will be tested. Hearts will falter. And the crown may not be the only thing destined to break.
♡︎ 𝐍𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 ♡︎
𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐗
The royal hall is quiet, save for the faint creaking of the old wood which the two opulent thrones consist of. Sunlight fleets through the stained glass windows and heats Ellie’s cheek relentlessly, though she doesn’t move - doesn’t dare to.
“What is the meaning of this intrusion?” Her voice carries through the stuffy air, Queen Eloise is perched on her throne, nose held high.
She eyes the poor messenger like he himself is the reason for her confusion. The man, knelt before the royal couple, lowers his gaze in respect - though Ellie knows it’s fear which has him cowering before the Queen.
“Talks of Pyra’s Breath resurfacing round the lands, My Queen. The relic has returned.” The man sputters, head bowed. Ellie’s head tilts, words of childhood stories reemerge in her mind.
The story of Pyra is a bedtime story, a piece of literature to fill children with comfort in their sleep. The dragon wielder, a witch, used to walk the lands of Virethos - a wasteland now but it used to be forbidden for mere commoners, blessed by the relic of Pyra’s Breath .
It was a land so grand, ineffable for outsiders. She reigned over the lands of Virethos, to the borders of Solmere - the king’s land.
Though the witch didn’t have enough - she commanded the beasts, an army of dragons to erase Solmere’s might off the map, costing the loss of thousands. King Joel’s grandfather, late King Antoine killed the witch and destroyed the relic in the great war - or so is told.
“That’s nonsense! Pyra’s Breath was destroyed moons ago!” Queen Eloise chuckles, brushing off the man’s words with a wave of her hand.
The man is pulled to his feet, dragged across the marble floor like a sack of flour, bellowing that his words carry the truth. King Joel stays quiet, as always. His eyes are unfocused, legs crossed but his mind is somewhere else - it’s been like this for a long time, how long - Ellie’s unsure.
“Ellie. Come here.” Queen Eloise beckons her forward, her smile too saccharine to be real. Ellie has learned not to trust the queen’s expressions, she knows how to manipulate people, no matter the age.
Ellie does follow the order, she always does. She steps closer, hands clasped behind her back and head bowed.
“My Queen.” Ellie addresses her, just how she was taught. She’s made the mistake of calling Eloise mother once and the slap has left her six year old self bruised for days, so formality it is - always.
“What do you think of this…nuisance?” Eloise tilts her head, sharp eyes watching Ellie’s every move, unrelenting. Ellie keeps her eyes on the ground, voice steady.
“Pyra’s Breath was destroyed, My Queen.” It’s the truth, it’s what everyone knows and believes but even Ellie has her doubts now and Eloise knows, it’s like she can smell it in Ellie’s stillness.
“That’s what is said, yes.” The queen pauses to fix her skirt, manicured nails brush over the silk fabric meaninglessly. “But what if it’s true?” Ellie’s eyebrows furrow involuntarily - she hadn’t expected that the queen harbored suspicions after sending the messenger away.
“I’d like you to search for it and bring it to Solmere.” Ellie’s head snaps up, eyes flickering to Queen Eloise. She can feel the panic simmering in her gut.
“You’re sending me away.” The queen gives her solemn smile, a pitying little thing. “Oh don’t be dramatic - you’re the king’s most skilled knight. It’s only fitting for you to return the relic of Pyra’s Breath to its rightful owner.”
Ellie’s gaze flickers to Joel who’s still perched in his throne beside Eloise unmoving, unresponsive. She wishes that Joel would protest, that he would shield her from the queen’s tyranny but to no avail - he stays in his seat like a ghost.
Ellie’s head lowers a fraction, realization of what’s to come slowly creeps up her spine and makes a home in the base of her neck like a leash.
“You’ll be heading out by first light.” She takes a shaky breath and wills her heartbeat to slow, though like everything in her life - it just keeps going inside her chest like a wardrum.
Ellie’s things are easily packed, one woolen bag is enough to carry her possessions. Her chambers feel colder now, no longer sits the small portrait of her mother, Duchess Anna on her bedside table.
Ellie never met her mother, she was too young when her parents perished a gruesome death. Though Joel made it his mission that even at a young age Ellie would understand who her real parents were.
Duchess Anna Williams, a beautiful young woman, not much older than Ellie is now, was a strong woman. A woman driven by her own opinions and beliefs, which eventually cost her her life.
Duke Edgar Williams was a man of high standard, a close consultant and friend of King Joel. He loved his wife and daughter, supported his wife’s wishes and intentions but his thoughtlessness and will to believe in the good of people, caused his death and that of his beloved wife, leaving little Ellie behind.
King Joel couldn’t fathom seeing his friend’s orphaned daughter grow up in an orphanage for commoners. Since neither Anna nor Edgar had any close family, Joel took little Ellie in and raised her like his own.
When Ellie was six years old, Joel married the beautiful princess Eloise of Eldoria, he was in need of a Queen afterall.
Eloise was the prettiest woman Ellie had ever seen and her sole goal as a little girl was to get Eloise to smile at her as she did at Joel but those hopes and dreams were quickly crushed. Joel’s new wife was anything but kind to Ellie, she tolerated her, nothing more.
Weeks away from Ellie’s seventh birthday, the little girl had made a painting for Eloise, a peace offering so to say. On the parchment depicted were a horse, a King, a little girl, a castle and a Queen.
Ellie, with her big brown eyes and crooked baby teeth, had looked up at the lavishly dressed woman and asked if she was allowed to call her mother. Eloise wasn’t delighted by the little girl’s requests and disciplined her with a slap to her puffy cheek.
Ellie had never cried as hard ever again as that night at six years old with a tear soaked painting depicting a wishful dream of a child.
She banishes the memory into the back of her mind, the place where all happy memories reside as of lately and stuffs another piece of clothing into the bag. With three slow strides, Ellie crosses the wooden floor to the milky stained mirror.
She looks at herself, sees the scars from battles she never wanted to fight but all of it doesn’t matter anymore - she’s to go on a quest most dangerous and it might be her last.
Late at night when Ellie’s unable to sleep, like most - her feet carry her through the dimly lit halls of the castle and to the outside grounds. The training field is quiet, save for the chirping provided by the insects attacking the oil lamp she’s brought.
This is where Ellie has spent most of her younger years, training to be useful - to whom, she’s not sure. She draws her sword from the scabbard and positions herself in front of the wooden dummy, shoulders squared, breathing leveled - just how she was taught.
“Another midnight training?” The voice doesn’t catch her off guard, his voice glides through the air like a raspy whisper. Ellie lowers her sword and catches sight of Tommy, Joel’s brother. He approaches down the stone built stairs, steps slow and cloak swishing behind him. He gives her a half smile, something comforting.
“I have to be prepared.” Tommy hums in understanding, or amusement - Ellie’s never been good at deciphering his mood correctly. He sits himself down on an overturned milk carton and pats the one beside him, she doesn’t have the heart to refuse, not when Tommy’s been the only one showing her any form of kindness the last few years.
So Ellie joins him on the other milk carton, sword already sheathed and hands clasped in her lap. “She’s sending me away.” Ellie murmurs, almost embarrassed to talk about her misfortune. Tommy nods slowly, crosses his legs in thought.
“So I heard.” Ellie takes a deep shaky breath, fidgeting with her fingers in her lap. This talk, such honesty, it feels as if she were a child again.
“I wish he’d say something.” She hates how small her voice sounds, how much the little girl, desperate for Joel’s attention, still resides inside her chest. Tommy sighs softly, lays one hand upon Ellie’s shoulder in understanding.
“My brother’s sick.” Ellie knows that, everyone knows that but knowing doesn’t hurt less. Her gaze sweeps over the quiet training court in an effort to reign in her emotions, though the tightness behind her ribs doesn’t leave right away.
Tommy slips his hand into the pocket of his coat and pulls out a dagger. The object is black as obsidian, the blade cut in ridges and the hilt is adorned with worn leather and tight seams.
“This belonged to your father, Edgar.” He starts but his voice is softer now. Ellie glances between the dagger and her uncle, adoptive uncle, though he never made her feel like anything less than family.
“He had it on him when he died. You were too young to be given such an heirloom, but not anymore.” He gently places the dagger in Ellie’s palm. Her fingers close around the leather bound hilt, gaze fixed on it. Ellie never had an heirloom, everything that belonged to her family was lost when her parents perished, not this though.
“You’re a grown woman now, Ellie. It’s time to prove that you’re more than Eloise’s stepping stool.”
Ellie takes a shaky breath and pockets the dagger, keeping it close now.
“Thank you, Tommy.” She whispers, giving him a shaky smile and she’s sure - Tommy sees her exactly for how she feels. Scared, overwhelmed and somehow stronger because at least one person in this godforsaken castle believes she’ll be able to fulfill this quest and make it out alive.
The next morning is painted orange, the sky is free of clouds and the castle is quiet. As Ellie descends the stone steps on the east side of the castle, she catches herself harboring a sour feeling.
She didn’t expect trumpets or the King’s guards seeing her off, she didn’t dare to hope but somewhere, deep inside - she did hope that apart from Tommy, someone would like to see her off - to wish her luck or even just watch her leave. She adjusts the straps of her bag and sighs softly, the disappointment sits deep, deeper than she likes.
With heavy steps and her mind swimming in negative, she approaches the stables. The wooden doors are slightly ajar and she quietly slips inside.
The stable’s air is stuffy, filled with the smell of hay and horse urine but Ellie’s grown used to it - her horse resides there after all. Some days Ellie’s sure that Shimmer is her only true friend on this planet.
Her footsteps carry softly across the hay covered gravel, one hand blindly reaching for the woolen rope which is hung on the wooden pillar by the door. Shimmer’s head is already leant out of his stable, soft breaths emitting from his nostrils.
A small smile forms on Ellie’s face upon seeing her horse waiting for her. She reaches one hand and brushes it over his muzzle. “Hey there, buddy.” She whispers, careful not to disturb the other mare’s.
“We’re going on a little adventure.” Shimmer neighs softly, nudging Ellie’s elbow as she fastens the holster around his head.
Ellie unfastens the latch and slowly guides Shimmer out of his stable, the steed follows her without protest, rather with trust. They make it out of the stable and onto the gravel road leading back to the main road and outside the castle. Birds chirp above, a soft breeze tussles both Shimmer’s mane and Ellie’s short hair.
With a soft sigh, feeling more like finality, Ellie hooks one leg into the stirrup and pulls herself up into the saddle. Just as she adjusts the reigns, the sound of footsteps from behind catches her attention. She twists in the saddle, lowers her hood and catches sight of someone she didn’t expect, not in a million years.
Joel.
Ellie stays still, frozen even as she watches the man who raised and forgotten her, approach down the gravel road. He’s dressed in maroon sleeping robes, satin slippers and flanked by two guards who stare ahead stoically.
“Child.” His voice is raspy and makes something behind Ellie’s ribs ache, something she’s tried to bury a long time ago. She watches him unmovingly as he gets closer, Shimmer shifts slightly, his head lowering in recognition.
“I’m wishing you luck.” Ellie’s head is spinning, chest achy and fingers white with how tightly she’s holding the reins.
“Wishing me luck in not dying?” Joel doesn’t flinch, though the lack of emotions doesn’t anger her as much as it did years ago. He lifts his gaze as Shimmer shifts his behind away from him, probably to get a good look at the usually silent King.
“You’re honoring the kingdom, Eloise said so.” The calm in his voice makes Ellie’s blood boil but she swallows it down. She knows there’s no use in exploding right now - he’d probably not react.
“Is that all?” Her voice comes clipped and a little too harsh but he deserves it, he deserves the same coldness that he sent her way since Ellie was a child.
“May you free us, Ellie.” Those words make her brows furrow, her brain rack on high speed.
“Of what?” Joel averts his gaze, almost as if those words slipped without his permission.
“Of Pyra’s Breath, of course.” But Ellie catches the edge - he’s not just talking of the relic or the ancient threat to human kind.
“Goodbye, My King.” Ellie murmurs the words but Joel stays calm, always so damn calm.
“Goodbye, Els.”
The nickname makes her head snap back, breath stuttering for a moment but he’s already turned around. She watches Joel retreat back to the castle, his maroon robes catching the morning sun, making it look awfully close to the color of fresh blood.
The journey through the wasteland between Solmere and the approaching town of Thornmere seems to stretch endlessly. Shimmer’s keeping his pace, slow but moving and Ellie doesn’t pressure her mare to move faster. She wants Shimmer by her side as long as possible, after all.
Shimmer’s hooves clack softly along the dirt road, fields of dead grass surround them as they proceed further. Ellie keeps her gaze sharp but the ache in her bottoms and the strain of waking up so early finally catch up to her.
She catches herself yawning and Shimmer neighs softly in response, as if to say that he’s equally as tired.
A few miles later Ellie catches sight of a stream up ahead, a small spot of shade from a half dead tree and decides that a break won’t hurt, not if she’s to fulfill this quest awake. So she stirs Shimmer closer to the stream and barely gets off his back before he’s already plunged his muzzle into the cool water.
“Dummy, I was about to fall.” She mumbles, the horse doesn’t seem to care.
With a sigh she stretches, brushes a hand through her windswept hair and plops down by the base of the tree. Shimmer’s found a patch of green grass by the stream’s bank and munches contently. Ellie’s asleep before she’s able to get a good look at their surroundings, half slumped against the tree.
“Goodness, you’re alright?” A voice so soft Ellie thinks she’s still dreaming slowly pulls her to the edge of consciousness again. Her eyes slowly flutter open, mouth dry and brain battling with the grip on reality for a moment.
Before Ellie crouches a woman, not much older than her, hair windswept. She’s dressed in purple ropes and - there’s a crow perched on her shoulder like a pet.
The woman doesn’t look threatening, judging by the confused little smile on her lips, she probably isn’t but Ellie knows better to be trusting of a stranger.
She’s up in one leap, dagger drawn without warning. “Who the hell are you?” Ellie points the weapon towards the woman, whose hands are now raised in an effort to not look threatening.
“My apologies - I’m Y/N of Astralis.” The crow upon her shoulder croaks once, flares its wings as if to tell Ellie to back off. Astralis - witch’s lands. Ellie’s heard of the small communities of people calling themselves witches, people of magic.
Eloise has told her that those people are thiefs, crooks and overall bad people. This woman though, this ‘witch’ doesn’t look as threatening as the Queen has made them out to be.
“I’m not here to hurt you.” The witch insists, hands still raised and Ellie cocks her head, her gaze sweeps over the woman once again. Definitely not a crook.
“Then what were you doin’ here?” Ellie retaliates, dagger still raised, just in case. “I saw you slumped by the tree - I thought you might need help but Saphi wanted to just leave you here. I gave her a good talking to.” Ellie’s eyebrows furrow, utterly confused.
“Who the hell is Saphi?” The woman gives Ellie a soft laugh, more like a breath and gestures to the crow on her shoulder. The crow croaks again, wings fluttering as if to say - yes, that’s me.
Ellie’s quiet for a moment, trying to process what the hell’s happening right now.
This woman, this witch is talking to her pet crow and the bird’s name apparently is Saphi.
So either she’s losing her mind or the people outside of Solmere are particularly strange. Shimmer’s not reacting to all of this, he’s basking in the batch of green grass by the water, soaking in the sun.
So Ellie decides one thing - maybe this woman could be of help to fulfill her quest, witches are allegedly welcomed in the lands of Virethos, since dragons are like kin to them or she’ll kill her.
Either Way, Ellie’s sure that this quest has barely started and it’s already costing her her sanity.
જ⁀➴ 𝖙𝖆𝖌 𝖞𝖔𝖚'𝖗𝖊 𝖎𝖙
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FULL SYNOPSIS: in a city shrouded with mystery, lovable loser ellie williams leads a double life. by day, she's an ordinary young adult. she juggles her studies, a boring job at a run-down record store for a few extra bucks, playing guitar in her free time, and ignoring your texts, the usual. but by night, she transforms into a famed superhero, beloved by the country. she's there when any problems arise, whenever she is needed to sort a squabble out. however, maintaining anonymity as arachnelle is of utmost importance to her. she vowed to take that to her grave, it was just easier this way, keeping her life split in two.
as her most dear friend since the earliest days of childhood, you've always sensed there was a lot more to her than meets the eye, and in recent times your suspicions have reached an all-time high, with her being even more strange and avoidant than usual. your patience is running thin, as well as your curiosity rising, and you cannot help but pry into her affairs. but as you delve deeper into her secrets, you uncover a horrifying web of intrigue, crime, and danger, with a shadowy figure known only as the "claw" pulling the strings from behind the scenes, and potentially being the very source for any and all peril occurring in the city. amidst the whirlwind of chaos, blossoming romantic feelings begin to accumulate for your best friend, only complicating the already bizarre relationship between the two of you more. as you become entangled in this whole ordeal which all started with a few simple peculiarities—a fiasco you never grasped the true severity of before diving headfirst in—you'll traverse the labyrinth of hidden truths and city-wide corruption, all while grappling with your own personal emotions and doubts at the core. you'll be forced to face the daunting question of how much risk you're willing to endure in pursuit of the complete truth, and whether the sacrifices made along the way were truly worthwhile in the end.
read this first! ▪︎ daily click ▪︎ title song ▪︎ the original idea ▪︎ series masterlist coming soon...
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— a tense saga wrung between two tenderhooks of carnality and carnage ♡
♯┆ enemies to lovers | ellie x reader.ᐟ ★
warning; this novel oversees the elements of bloodshed, paranoia, intent to murder, sense of no escape, gory scenes, disembodied presences, grudge-fed hatred, thick tensions one may choke on, and unearthing how rife with roses the path bridging you and ellie truthfully is. reader discretion is heavily advised. ꪆৎ
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summary : after your country is invaded during your yearly ball, you are forced to flee to....jackson, wyoming? where even is that? assimilating to average middle class life may be.. devestating, but maybe you can handle it with the help of your new roomate.
pairing: ellie williams x black princess!reader
content + cws : readers a huge snob lowk, CLICHES, mutual pining, silly fun, slight violence in beggining + end
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content: loser!ellie x reader, more ellie-focused than relationship focused (sorryyyy 😞😞)
authors note: i’ve literally never done headcanons omg 😓 this is js my random ramblings 🔥🔥🔥
- send you an excessive amount of reels. every 5 seconds. cute cats, random facts about space, stuff she thinks is funny, it all goes to you.
- definitely had a “rock collection” when she was little, but she was so ???? excessive with it??? like every time she saw a rock she picked it up. she walked so weird bc her pockets were just FULL OF ROCKS.
- also, was literally the grimiest kid ever. playing in ROLLING IN the mud, going snail hunting when it rained!!! she was the kid that would go in the bushes and mess w rolly pollies all the time for NO REASON.
- is weirdly good at fishing?? joel took her all the time, and shes a self proclaimed “fishing master”
- WAYYY clumsy. always running into a wall, tripping on air, or missing steps on the stairs (smh its cuz of that damn phone 😒😒)
- im so into the whole “adam sandler” fits cuz its so true. esp during the summer, its some stupid t shirt that says “master baiter” and a pair of old basketball shorts.
- speaking of t shirts, she’s def the type to own an absurd amount of dumb t shirts.
- gets all her clothes from like, walmart and goodwill. she does not CARE!!!
- cuts her own hair too 🤞🏽🤞🏽 shes soooo self sufficient 😍😍😍
- bites. she is such a biter.
- speaking of, i feel like she js has to have something in her mouth constantly. gum, random pieces of plastic, bottle caps, pens, anything 😞
- speaking of mouths (wow sierra so many connections!!!) she def had braces , but she hates wearing her retainer so her teeth are like ever-so-slightly fucked up
- is AMAZING at committing to the bit. she will drag it for DAYSSS if you don’t tell her to stop. once did a (awful) british accent for 4 days until you threw something at her and told her to shut the fuck up
- definitely not shy, just kind of…odd. she’ll talk to anyone that talks to her, she just doesn’t really approach people.
- weird obsession with pickles. has a pickle stuffed animal with a mustache and glasses that she bought from goodwill
- hangs up so much stuff on her walls!!!! tickets, old notes, cards, pictures of people, drawings, old tickets, literally anything she thinks looks cool
- obsessed with rollercoasters!!! she took you to the fair for your first date
- also like- very good at fair games. she’s so cocky about it too, you’ll go home with like 20 stuffed animals she won for you and she’ll carry ALL OF THEM with the stupidest smile on her face
- wears all of joels old contractor-workwear clothes during the colder months
- trys so hard to be “mysterious” but she’s never actually doing anything so she just does stuff like not telling you what movie she’s watching or what she’s eating
- also just texts you 24-7!!! like every time she’s doing something she’s like “i made a quesadilla” “i went to the store” “i took a shower” she just looooves keeping you updated
- tries to raise one eyebrow but ends up just squinting one eye. so funny 😞😞
- really good at solving rubix cubes???
- definitely had a fuck ass bob at one point
- GLASSES. that is all. glasses.
- listens to so much dad rock, midwest emo, indie, she LOVES male manipulator music!! but like she isn’t like thatttt shes so niceeee 😞😞
- mostly calls you babe/baby, she’ll call you really dumb pet names as a joke like “pookie” 😭😭
