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Notes!: hi guys! So I tried to listen to the comments on my last post, wanting longer chapters and that's what I did! May have taken me a minute but it's here. But! This chapter will be in Ellie's Pov. Starting the outlook on her relationship with reader and god like an opposite approach for Ellie's backstory. (Which is a bit of a long start.) One thing clear is that Ellie resents the Christian/Catholic faith and you'll see why, which also leaves a small gap between her and the reader being close! :) she also isn't phased by being gay so teehee

Summary: she was never a fox…but another lamb awaiting the slaughter. A new sacrifice to his sins…please don't ruin her…

TW: self-image issues, identity struggle, trauma, ptsd, religious trauma, homophobia, internal homophobia, attempted SA (!NOT FROM READER OR ELLIE!)

*If you don't like dark themes, angst/horrific reads!!DO NOT INTERACT!! If you get mad at me I warned y'all.*

Chapter one, chapter two

Past tense= italics

Present= Normal

↞chapter three↠

“I was too young to notice, that some types of love could be bad.”

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Ellie POV

If there was one thing that was clearly apparent in Ellie from a young age, was that she wasn't pleasant. The girl wasn’t sweet, nor angelic from her very birth. She was a whiny baby and an even more stubborn tot. Something that would have been cute in the eyes of other adults. But her parents weren't fond of children, and Ellie certainly wasn't a blessing. Just a very taunting mistake every time she opened her mouth.

While you had the comfort of cozy bedrooms, fulfilling thanksgivings, and a stable spot to live. The copper-headed girl's roots lay in the hazy landscape of a trailer park, barely overseen by her inebriated parents whose faces she could never remember. Walls adorned with faded paint exuded the stale aroma of nicotine and weed, while unwashed dishes amassed, breeding a newfound aversion to insects within Ellie. Nights often greeted her with gnawing hunger, exacerbated by merciless seasons when the air conditioner succumbed to its demise. These were the trials Ellie grew accustomed to when she was young. Because it was the only comfort of a family she had at the time, even if her parents treated her like a leashed mut weeping on a sweltering lawn.

Though her memory was always quite fogged, what she could trigger were either agonizingly loud arguments or suffocating silences that left her to fend for herself for days. Clumsily prouncing around the cluttered trailer in faded t-shirts that swallowed her whole. Desperate for even the slightest acknowledgment from her parents, she often found herself longing for their gaze or a meager morsel of attention causing her rowdiness. Even now looking back on those tumultuous times, she sometimes wished her parents had beaten or screamed at her. If it meant she could have some form of feedback. Yet, such hopes remained unfulfilled, as Ellie was deemed purposeless and inconsequential in her parents' eyes, a mere shadow within the blurred backdrop of their drug-induced existence.

Home, or what she could’ve called it, didn’t last much longer. For the one afternoon she could remember clearly was when it all ended. Confined to her room once more, she listened as her parents' arguments escalated into relentless strife throughout the night. Such nonsense was hardly unexpected; her 'father' had always assumed the role of aggressor, juxtaposed against her mother's perpetual state of hopeless romanticism. The woman was horribly dependent and weak, striking a source of frustration in his eyes, but he never did resort to physical violence towards Ellie. But instead left her to endure her own anguish. Locked up in her room wailing until exhaustion lulled her into unconsciousness, dissolving her fear into a tranquil gentle calm.

When she awoke, the familiar silence was punctuated by a new sound—the sound of weeping from the living room. Intrigued by the unusual disturbance, she dragged herself off the carpet and ventured down the narrow hallway. There, she encountered her intoxicated mother, tears streaming down her face, abandoned by Ellie's father. The scene, now marred by shattered glass, overturned furniture, and faint traces of powder beyond Ellie's comprehension.

"Momma?" she ventured tentatively, prompting her mother to cast her gaze upon Ellie, truly seeing her for the first time in what felt like an eternity. It was a fleeting moment, yet it etched a single memory of her mother's worn visage into Ellie's mind. Her mother appeared weary and prematurely aged, with dried blood caking her nose, a bruise marring her cheek, and one eye swollen shut, smudged with remnants of old eyeshadow. "Hey, Els..." her mother murmured in response, attempting to offer a forced smile amidst her tears. Ellie, Oblivious to the gravity of the situation, Ellie beamed at the attention, too young to harbor any ill thoughts toward her caregivers. "Why are you crying, Momma?" she chirped cheerfully, watching her mother's dreadful stare stiffen shifting gears from her feigned amusement. Hinting at the girl's bleak future ahead.

"How about we go to church today?”

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Ellie couldn't remember the last time she had been outside, or when she had been normally dressed. Well if you considered stained baggy jeans and a thrifted t-shirt decent. But she couldn't complain really, the breeze was nice and the sun was lovely on her freckled neck. Walking hand in hand with her mother, it felt almost like a rebirth or what a birthday felt like had she ever had one. She didn’t really understand the simplicity of it or well any normality in a way. Which made her gears turn in suspicion seeing as her mother hadn’t ever shown her this much attention let alone affection before.

"Where are we going, momma?" Ellie would inquire, but the silence stretched on, her mother's expression unyielding. While they strolled down a gravel road for what felt like hours till they reached the town's edge. Passing by grassy fields and scattered countryside homes before coming upon a grand chapel teeming with playful children and vigilant nuns. The sight filled Ellie with anticipation; she had rarely encountered other children outside of television. "Why don't you go play over there?" her mother directed breaking the silence, prompting Ellie to beam with excitement as she dashed toward the group.

Like a dream, the day unfolded swiftly and hazily. Yet, as with all dreams, the afternoon gradually descended into a bittersweet conclusion. The little girl's smile would wane as exhaustion set in, and her lungs stilled aflame from the fervent play. The sky slowly painted itself in hues of orange and pink, and the church bell tolled, signaling the end of the day's reverie. The children, obedient as most lambs, gathered under the watchful eyes of the nuns. But Ellie remained rooted in the tall grass, her gaze scanning the field for her mother, whom she couldn't see.

But she didn't shed tears or utter a scream; instead, she simply waited and muttered a faint whisper…

“Momma?”

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What Ellie didn't grasp back then in her abandonment, was that her stay in the orphanage wasn't going to be a short-term. Which was a hard subject for the little girl to grasp during recess times when she'd stray from the nun's view just waiting longingly by the gravel road every day. Only to return to the older women with a snotty nose and damp cheeks. Ignoring the caregivers' pleas for prayer or companionship, she remained fixated on her mother's absence. Because she wasn't interested in anyone's attention besides her mother's. She grew even more stubborn by the day trying to battle her frustration and betrayal. Screaming at the nuns to leave her be, beating the girls who mocked her mother's disappearance.

Until one day the pastor took note of the stray after he finished the morning sermon lingering behind while the others dashed outside. There Ellie stood with a pitiful frown just peeping by the door uninterested and going out much more. “What happened?…you always seemed to be quite eager to get out” he teased. He was tall and had a pale slender face with some patchy facial hair. His eye bags were an odd irritated pink while his hair was overpowered with gray. Undeterred, he chuckled at her defiance. “If you'd like to stay inside…I have somethin’ to show you.” he offered, gently tousling her coppery hair. Causing her eyes to light up with interest as he turned away walking down the long halls.

After a few moments of quiet contemplation, Ellie followed the man into his dimly lit office. With its closed, imposing windows and small framed Bible verses, it exuded a somber atmosphere. “Not much of a talker are ya?” He'd joke. But in reality, Ellie was quite loud, despite the past few weeks she just didn't want to amuse him or explain. “Your mother wasn't much of a talker either…or that's at least what the nuns told me.” Unperturbed, he delved into the task at hand, rifling through his cluttered desk until he unearthed a handful of weathered and stained documents. “I don't want to break your spirit much more than it has been…but there's no use for moopin’ on a woman who doesn't want a darlin’ like you around.”

Ellie's brows knitted together in confusion at his statement, her eyes darting quickly to the papers in his hand. Even trying to yank them from his grasp. Before being swiftly denied as he raised them out of her reach. “Easy there, this is important stuff ya hear.” he cautioned, before delicately unfolding the documents in front of her. "I'm afraid there's no note or anything of the sort," he explained gently. "Just your birth information and hospital records."

That final blow caused Ellie’s silence to break, while freckled cheeks flushed red with anguish. She couldn't help but sob, starting to tug at her choppy hair as salty tears streaked down her face. Her heart torn apart and her hope shattered, she uttered incomprehensible pleas through her sobs. “W-what?! N-no no no! You're wrong! My momma is coming back!!” she’d wail. Alarmed, the plasterer gently pulled her wrists away from her head, his voice tinged with urgency. “My god! Child don't punish yourself for her! That woman doesn't deserve your tears," he insisted sternly, trying to console her as she looked up at him, her agony palpable. “Come on….it ain't all bad here. You'll start school, and you'll find a new kind of family. It'll be alright.” But Ellie shook her head in return. “B-but I don't want a new family!” she choked.

“Careful now girl. You don't raise your voice like that.” The man would quickly interrupt causing Ellie's tears to pause and her face to lose some of its color.

Maybe then….should have been the first sign….

As quickly as his stern demeanor had dissipated, the pastor extended a tentative smile and reached out to gently rub Ellie's cheek. "Maybe we got off on the wrong foot," he began, his voice softening. "Names David and I promise I'll help you settle in." Ellie met his gaze with a small, timid expression, her name barely a whisper as she sniffled softly. "Ellie," she murmured in reply. “Ya know, what you remind me of Ellie?”

The girl shook her head ‘no’ in return waiting for David to go on. “Ya remind me of a lil fox cub….got Auburn hair like em…young like em.” He’d murmur tenderly adjusting her untamed hair, causing her to tense slightly with the unfamiliar touch. "Fox cubs are born blind and deaf," he continued softly, "but with guidance, they learn to see and hear. Maybe if I and the other nuns can help you open your eyes and ears to God you’ll see, it ain't so bad here." Though, even at that tender age Ellie couldn't believe a word he said. So, unwillingly she nodded in response earning a smile from the off-putting man.

“Don’t worry, I’ll take care of ya lil girl.”

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"Wake up by 7 am, breakfast at 8, morning sermon at 9, classes until noon, lunch at 1, followed by Bible study and afternoon classes until 4, then free time until 9, lights out by 11." This rigid schedule would soon become Ellie's bane by the age of 10. She'd venture every hall, read every verse, memorize the insignificant prayers.

Ellie was bored with her life…

But, her disdain for the routine was mostly rooted from the incessant bullying she endured. In her eyes, Catholic kids were nothing but "prissy, egotistical dicks," Or that's at least what she'd claim. Not that she was wrong, she just remained oblivious to the other side of the coin. She couldn't ever understand the girls who obsessed over magazines they stole from the nun's offices. Or the hypersexual boys she was growing up with.

Ellie's awkward demeanor and biting sarcasm only served to isolate her further. Even attempts at humor with older kids resulted in a bloody nose and lectures from the caregivers. And while you may think adoption could give her a glimmer of hope, living in Wyoming felt more like being marooned on an island—sparse and distant, frequented more by the elderly than young couples. But even then when they'd show, they were much more eager to take home a cute tot not some washed-up girl with anger issues. Left with little choice, she had to acclimate to the orphanage's dreary routine. Even if meals were tasteless, or television was practically non-existent. The boundaries of the orphanage felt like prison walls. Like she was being constantly mocked by god that she should be grateful for this bullshit. Sometimes, she even considered the feeling that the trailer she was born in offered more comfort than the institutionalized existence she endured, now that was melodramatic.

Because it wasn't all bad, she went to bed with a full belly, she slept in silence, and at least she had David. Though he was first and foremost the pastor, not a friend per se, he was the closest thing she had to a father figure. He was the only one patient enough to tolerate her bullshit. Teaching her about the ways of god, or at least trying to. But even if he was a bit…odd sometimes or the way other girls would avoid his gaze. She found him to be surprisingly decent partially because he was the only one who was kind to her. And didn't degrade her for being unpleasant. Sometimes even watched with a smile when she'd clumsily dance around outside with her walkman. He kept up with calling her ‘his little fox.’ Humiliating enough, Ellie let slide without a thought about it because it felt…sweet…and caring. The guy also went out of his way to gift her a journal to jot down her thoughts. After getting her shit rocked by some stuck-up “Claire” chick. When she sat in the chapel steps in the rain, taking the journal into consideration.

“What’s this?” She’d ask the older man while he smiled shrugging his shoulders. “A Journal.” He remarked. “For what?”

“Anything really, for ya thoughts…even stories, or maybe you could take up art I bet one of the nuns would be happy to teach ya,” David added leaving the girl surprised over his consideration. “Really?” Ellie asked softly earning his chuckle. “Just don't go tellin’ the other kids I gave you a gift.” Ellies gaze softened with a nod before she sighed. “You…don’t really gotta worry about that.”

“I don't see why you let 'em get to you girl, nothin’ wrong with bein’…..different” The paster would mumble making her stir with annoyance. “You’re not the one getting hit for it are you?” she’d hiss. But to her surprise, David remained amused. “Believe me, kid, I know all about bein’ different.” He murmured in return reaching out to brush a bit of dried blood off her chin.

“Get cleaned up and come inside, it ain't right for a pretty girl like you to be in the cold.”

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By the age of 14, Ellie found herself grappling with the tumultuous onset of puberty, an experience she likened to being "kicked in the ass," as she often put it. In contrast to the other girls who were psyched to have curvy figures. But Ellie didn't think much of it, awkward and self-conscious, especially in comparison to the other girls.

Her flat chest and tomboyish appearance made her a target for more of the girl's gossip, leaving her to grapple with her insecurities late into the night. Staring at her reflection in the dormitory's unforgiving mirrors, she couldn't shake the feeling of being too scrawny, too rugged. The sight of herself in the uniform nightgowns only intensified her discomfort, fueling the relentless taunts she inflicted upon herself.

Along with her new intrusive desires when she'd stare a little too long at the other girls. Watching them dry their hair or simply wash their soft faces. Often leaving Ellie stumped with shame and shyness. Not to mention the longer stares from David that shifted her into a brief distance. Taking time to consider the girl's rumors especially when he’d reach out to toy with her choppy hair and whisper. “It’d look nicer neat…”

Only soon she’d cut it off with a glass shard while her stomach churned seeing her reflection in the mirror….

Unsettled and a bit tense, she decided not to think about it. But things, only got worse when she got her first period because she didn't have the graciousness of a mother. But instead an elderly nun far too fucking cheerful for her liking. Spouting nonsense about womanhood and fertility instead of actual information on cycles. “Don’t go lusting now! Stay away from the boys save yourself for marriage!” she’d holler in conclusion humiliating her in front of the other girls as she left the infirmary.

“I don't think you'll ever need that will you lesbo?” Claire would taunt her chuckling with her friends. Leaning on one of the dusty walls of the chapel only to be interrupted with a scoff. “Oh shut up Claire don't you have lunch to hurl?” A girl would taunt in amusement making the brunette flush with utter embarrassment. “Screw you, Riley!” She squealed storming off while her friends mindlessly followed.

Leaving Ellie shocked and her brows furrowed in confusion as she took in the sight of the new girl. With her brown skin, captivating hazel eyes, and a cascade of curls, she exuded a quiet confidence that immediately left Ellie flustered. Summoning up the courage to speak, Ellie tentatively inquired, "Are you new here? I've never seen anyone shut down Claire like that before..." She questioned slowly. “N-Not that I'm mad I mean if anything thank fucking god,” Ellie added mentally cursing herself for being so scrambled.

The corners of Riley's lips curled into a snarky smile as she responded, “Hey watch your language…I mean we are in God's home.” she’d humor before going on. "I guess I'm a bit new. I arrived a few weeks ago, but I guess you've been too wrapped up in your own world to notice. It's like that journal of yours is your lifeline," she teased, causing Ellie's heart to race with a mixture of embarrassment and intrigue. “Oh? I didn't know you were so interested in my life?” the younger girl countered back.

“You wish…” Riley hummed before shyly laughing. “But it's not like there's anything else to do..”

That was the first time…Ellie felt it….in a long time.

Pure happiness….but something else too….something she couldn't pin down….

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Skipping Bible study, dozing off during sermons, and sharing sacramental wafers with Riley for a snack became Ellie's new routine as she transitioned into her teenage years. It was a schedule that didn't sit well with the nuns, especially David. Who'd silently glare at the girls in a horrific way that even made Ellie stir. But the girl couldn't care less, because she had Riley. If that girl was anything she was cereal at night, of the sun through storm clouds. She was the ride-or-die that Ellie couldn't bear a moment without. If anything she stopped her from going “Batshit crazy.”

However, their friendship seemed to fuel Ellie's rebellious streak even further. She pushed boundaries by sneaking wine and cigarettes from the nuns' quarters and regularly escaping to the nearby lake with Riley. Where, Riley patiently taught Ellie to swim, sometimes playfully pretending to dunk her underwater until they were both drenched, their laughter echoing across the water.

As they lounged on the sun-drenched grass afterward, their bodies pressed close, they shared tender, innocent kisses, their fingers intertwined in sinful affairs. "Do you ever think about leaving?" Riley's voice was soft, her smile gentle as she posed the question. Ellie shrugged nonchalantly, a small laugh escaping her lips. “Course I do….I mean…I just…wouldn’t know where to go…how to start.”

"Well, anywhere would be better than this... staying here, becoming a caregiver... I'd rather die," Riley joked, her laughter contagious. Ellie playfully nudged her shoulder. "Please! You becoming a nun? After everything? That'd be a miracle," she teased, earning a playful smack in return. Their banter faded into a comfortable silence, the weight of their shared dreams and uncertainties hanging in the air, but Riley had another thing in mind. “What if we ran?” She’d suggested dazing up into the trees.

“What do you mean?”

"What if we left... tonight?" Riley's voice was filled with excitement, her eyes shining with anticipation. "The nuns are busy with the younger kids, and David's caught up with the remodeling. If you could just... sneak into his office and grab our records, we could maybe ditch this place..." Her words hung in the air, charged with possibility, but Ellie's expression shifted to one of worry.

"What? No. Hell no, I can't do that," Ellie protested, her concern evident in her voice.

"Come on, Els! He likes you the most! Even if you got caught, what's the worst he could do?" Riley pleaded accompanied by a gentle squeeze of Ellie's hands, which inexplicably sent her heart racing, drowning out the voice of reason.

"Okay, but even then, what about money?" Ellie's practicality interjected, her mind racing with the potential consequences.

"Donations, probably somewhere in his office," Riley replied quickly, her confidence unwavering. "Come on, Ellie, it's a solid plan! Please?" she pleaded, her eyes pleading for reassurance.

Ellie's lips tugged into a shy smile, her resolve softening under Riley's relentless persuasion.

"Okay”

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There was a sneering chill on Ellie's skin, now pickled with goosebumps. When she finally returned to the church it was around 6 pm. The nuns were busy watching the little ones, and David was out front chatting with the two brothers giving the church a fresher layer of paint. Giving her just enough time to sneak back in with Riley still guiltily soaked from the brief escape.

"I'll grab your stuff, then we'll head out, okay? Meet me behind the chapel after." Riley whispered hastily, and Ellie nodded timidly, bidding her a silent goodbye.

Before she ventured down the chilled, dimly lit halls, her heart racing with unease as she approached David's eerie office. Thankfully, the door was unlocked, allowing her to slip inside and close it behind her in a panicked rush. Immediately darted over to his cluttered filing cabinets, frantically sorting through them for any records she could find. But just as she located her and Riley's records and shoved them into her back pocket, she heard the jingle of the doorknob and David's voice echoing through the room.

"Hello? Hey? Who locked this?! Who's in there?" His tone growing increasingly agitated as Ellie's ears picked up the sound of him retrieving a key. Racing against the clock, Ellie hurried to the window near his bookshelf, pushing it open as quickly as she could and preparing to make her escape. But she was too late. In an instant, David seized her by the hips, causing her head to collide with the window sash before she was forcibly dragged back inside.

“Damnit girl! What the hell are you doing in my office!” He sneered pushing her against the bookshelf roughly causing her to hiss in pain. “I wasn't doing anything!” She hissed in return earning a fierce glare from the man. Before his hand reached to grasp her cheeks roughly. “Don’t lie to me now! I know you got something!” He yelled in return before letting his other hand pat down her body disgustingly while she jerked. Until his hand reached over her bottom tugging the folded papers from her pocket. Causing him to dryly chuck holding them to her green eyes tauntingly. “What the hell is this Ellie hm? Where did you think you were gonna run off to? Where you really just gonna go off with that little Riley girl huh?” He questioned sternly.

“It’s better than this fucking place.” Ellie huffed glaring back at him as his nose flared with a heavy breath. “I think I've had it with your mouth little girl. And that Riley girl ain't a good influence on ya either-” David started before she quickly interjected. “She didn't do anything damnit!”

“Like I'd believe that,” He’d huff in feigned amusement. “I see the way you two girls act…even look at each other… it's sickening. And under God's roof? What happened to my little fox…” He questioned longingly, letting his calloused fingertips trail down Ellie's cheek while her jaw tightened. “I’m not anything to you, fucking perv…” She whispered.

The was a still, and horrid silence between the two. Leaving Ellie to watch David's eyes darken and his brows to furrow in betrayal. Until he slowly leaned in to whisper. “I think I outa’ set you straight.” Immediately making the girl’s heart stop in pure fear. Once she felt her back hit his desk and her wrists above her head by one of his tight gasps. Everything was so quick…so repulsive as try screamed and tried to push him off while he lewdly grinned working off his belt. “S-stop! Please! Stop! N-NO NO!!! PLEASE! STOPPP!!!” She howled earning harsh smack across the face. “Now now! You keep it down girl! I don't mind a fight but you better stop squirming or I'll make it worse!” He demanded in return.

That's when it finally kicked…Ellie wasn't a fox….but another mourning lamb….no mother to be found…left bare to the sickening reality of the world…to the vial desires of a man who vowed to be a saint….

A decent of god….

She struggled and sobbed begging to get him off, kicking and pushing as he tried to tug down her shorts. Until the door opened…

A tall man dressed in a aged flannel, and baggy sunbleached jeans supposedly thrown on. Aged but imposing, with a rugged yet undeniably charismatic countenance marred by wrinkles and gray strands infuriating his square beard. But for a fleeting moment, his eyes were wide and he stood frozen gazing upon the loathsome scene. Before he quickly closed the distance, his knuckles delivering a resounding crack to Davids's nose.

It felt good…like sun on your skin….or breath after a long mile….he was her savour…

It felt so fucking euphoric to watch…listening to the pastor's pleas and treated drown out with each blow the man threw. Leaving him barely conscious…his face battered and bruised. Painted with purple….speckled with iron droplets.

Sick fucker…

After a few deliciously blissful moments…he rose from where David laid, choked up on his blood. The stranger's knuckles, now throbbing stained in his own crimson fluids..like a grim trophy of justice. His gaze shifted back to Ellie, a now ghost of a girl. With blown green eyes blurred and irritated from her sobs and her knuckles white gripping her shorts in a still lingering terror.

“You alright kiddo?…” The older man would question in a gentle murmur. Tentatively reaching out to rub her shoulder in assurance, but only making her flinch. And all she mustered was a silent nod rubbing her tender cheek….still aching from Davids's blow.

“Tommy get in here now!” the stranger yelled out ducking his head in the window Ellie wished she escaped from. Before turning back to her with a pitiful look…Ellie resented…

“It's alright…I’ll get you out of this mess…” He whispered slowly reaching to pull her into a dreadful embrace she didn't give into….

That's when Ellie decided….there was no god….

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A few days later…

The ride was enveloped with a silence broken only by Joel's brief introductions. Despite Joel's attempts to welcome her…However, she wasn’t fond of it really, since she heard from his bother ‘Tommy’ that he'd lost his daughter recently. Giving Joel a replacement on a silver platter, and her an ‘abandoned kitten look’. Feral, and shaken up from the harsh world they couldn't fathom to understand. Ellie despised that look….she despised pity…and David for that matter.

She had no desire to be anyone's "little girl" again, nor did she crave novelty. She cherished the familiarity of sunny mornings and the solace of the field where she had once shared conversations with Riley until daybreak. Her heart belonged to the sketches of deer she had etched behind the church, symbols of the roots she had grown, and the passage of time she had weathered. Leaving meant abandoning these comforts, bidding farewell to Riley, perhaps with nothing more than a fleeting kiss.

And as she stared down the gravel road, as Joel led her out of her hometown. A pang of nostalgia made her feel six years old again, yearning for the return of normalcy. But fate had never been kind to her…Especially when that pastor got off scot-free….

No evidence my fucking ass…and having the nerve to put Joel in jail for assault…those bastards-

“Pretty ain't it?” His gruff voice interrupted breaking her stare. “Wyoming is just farms and grass…there really isn't much to it..” She pessimistically answered causing him to chuckle. “That’s true…but you'd be surprised how many places look like this…cities are mostly for the rich..” He added with a small smile. But Ellie couldn't return one just turning her head back to the window while the older man's lips softened.

“Well…maybe you'll grow to love it in time…”

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Ellie never knew how cold winters could get…or how old public schools were…or even how quite it was without Riley. But she enjoyed the fact Joel was a simple man, he believed in god. But he wasn't like David, or chapel girls. He didn't resort to violence or cult morals…He was a morally right soul…she could…be a kid…she didn't have to worry about death…and sin.

She could just be herself…

Life after leaving the church was,—though "normal" felt like a stretch for Ellie, who found solace in simple comforts. Despite Joel's shit coffee, she relished having her own room and meals that actually tasted good. Her new ‘lair’ consisted of a bedroom, complete with a boxy TV and a dusty PS3, a far cry from the institutional life of the orphanage, even if it wasn't exactly luxurious. Joel wasn’t a money-making man, the man worked in construction she really wasn’t expecting much.

And although she still bore the scars of her past, she was still a bit wary when it came to trusting Joel completely. But she couldn't deny his kindness, even if he vehemently denied it himself. Taking her to museums, letting her rant about shitty high school, even renting her books about astronomy. He oddly seemed particularly pleased with Ellie's tomboyish nature, a refreshing change from his past struggles to understand his own daughter's phases, particularly her Twilight obsession. Though, he still questioned her nature when she pleaded him to teach her hockey in long winters especially since it wasn’t a…girly sport.

"Why aren't you out with other girls from your school, cheerleading or something?" he'd grumble one afternoon, his head pounding from a long day. While Ellie, in her typical fashion, would retort while debating which action movie to watch, "Why would I hang out with preppy sluts or the pigs? I'd rather watch Kill Bill." She snorted scrunching her freckled nose. Partially trying to cover up the fact she was a bit of a loser….

"You really are an odd girl... You're tellin’ me there isn't one kid you like at school?" Joel persisted, prompting Ellie to tense up. "There's... Cat, I guess," she mumbled softly, her embarrassment palpable.

Joel simply hummed in response, not dwelling on it. "Why don't you go hang out with her then, instead of talking my ear off?" he teased, a hint of amusement in his voice. But Ellie's reaction was unexpectedly fierce, her eyes flashing as if his suggestion was outrageous. "I-I can't just... I can't just hang out with Cat!" she whined rubbing her flared cheeks.

"Why not?" Joel prodded, genuinely curious. "You just don't get it... I'm not that bold, I guess?…I don’t know Joel! It’s just weird..”

"So you can walk around this place like you're tough, but you can't talk to a girl...?" Joel's suspicion lingered in his tone. "Shut it, dinosaur..." Ellie scowled.

"Whatever you say, kiddo…”

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It wasn't until the approaching end of senior year that Ellie finally mustered the courage to talk to Cat, a girl she had been gwaking over since junior year. With a nudge from Jessie, who insisted she’d ask Cat out to prom. Luckily Cat found Ellie's awkward front adorable eagerly accepting. Especially since queer girls weren't a common thing in town. But the girls quickly spun into late-night dates, study sessions, and parties as the days counted down to the dance. Joel wasn't thrilled about it, but Ellie felt like she was finally living out her teenage years. Like she starred in “10 Things I Hate About You,” where her nerdy ass somehow managed to pull the gorgeous “Bianca.”

Her first real girlfriend…

And when prom night came and she was met with the pretty girl on her doorstep. She couldn't ever forget the pretty blue eyeliner and her lacey black dress, paired with the leather jacket Ellie had lent her. Along with Joel's shocked yet embarrassed look on his face when Cat greeted her with a sweet peck on the lips, his presence catching them off guard in the living room. Fortunately, Joel didn't seem to mind much, only offering a quiet plea that they refrain from such displays of affection in front of him, if only for his own dignity. Pondering the “friendship” he was proctoring those weeks.

Life was well, senior summer was lively filled with Dina, Jessie, and Cat. Traveling across Wyoming, getting tattoos, basking in the short summer of the country. Until then bitter start of fall faded in…and it was back to school…

Even if she had no interest in college she’d go for Joel’s sake. Though it seemed pretty fucking difficult seeing as expensive it’d be even for just in-state…ontop of that he didn't have much funding to send a kid to college, with his daughter gone most of his money went into his own hobbies.

Joel was retired….Ellie was grown now…she needed to get it together…

But fuck it was hard…and she was a striving pessimist… Well until she saw the checked-on scholarship offers, her eyes lighting up over the email.

“Girls hockey! Financial aid and insurance offered! See details below”

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Present…

“It’s fucking bullshit Joel!!” The auburnette hollared into her phone, storming out the sink early. While chilled winds brushed her cheeks as the reddened. Not exactly pleased with the news of being a rookie babysitter. When she could be spending time taking shifts at the records store, or hanging out with her lover. “It ain't that serious Ellie…” the older man grumbled annoyed with her stubborn complaints. “Are kidding?! Maria just taking in some newbie who can barely skate! If she keeps up with this bullshit we won't even reach nationals!” She cried out in frustration feeling her chest tighten. “Then it’ll be local games and t-then the team will be useless and broke and-”

“Ellie!” Joel huffed in return. “What?!”

“Now look here, you are far to old to be havin’ a goddamn tamptrom over some new girl. With that attitude I'd be surprised if you made it anywhere! But if you keep crying rather than helping this girl out what do will happen to the team?” The older man scolded causing Ellie to sture with embarrassment. “S’ still bullshit..” She retorted earning a sigh. “Just…be nice for Christ’s sake I’m sure you know what it's like to be alone…”

“Whatever….”

“And quit giving your aunt a hard time before she actually kicks from the team.”

“You know she's bluffing.” Ellie hummed, as her anger faded and her lips tugged into a cocky smirk. “Still…can you be less of a smart ass?”

“You’re killing me dude..”

“Love you too kiddo.” Joel snorrted before hanging up. Leaving Ellie to sigh in silence but there was still one thing clear….

You better not fuck up what she has…

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Notes!: HIIII, thank you for reading! I hope the end didn't feel tooooo rushed, I might edit a bit more later but I'm happy with this! The next chapter picks up with training 🙏 (sorry I keep writing emo shit) but i do want go make this series long so! Please give me feedback if the build up is too slow!

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Posting soon!!! Maybe before Sunday? Who knows? But! It'll will give Ellies backstory! :) I also tried to make it longer for y'all.❤️ plus it's rly dark (sorry I love angst)

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OH HELL YES🤭

moth. teaser. (e.w.)

SYNOPSIS: knights of the devil, you all are to be conquered.

WORD COUNT: 881

WARNINGS: vampire!ellie, vampirekiller!oc, a lot to come FUCK, violence… so blood(drinking), death, murder, gore, religion briefly,

A/N: yasss yaaas taglist?

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“Oh, my precious darling…”

Red, similar to her hair; hands painted from the tips of a finger to the points of elbows; knees sunk into begrimed pili drenched with fresh maroon. Panicked breaths are accompanied by prayers, wishes of denial. Desires for death.

“… What I would give to protect you…”

“F-F—“

Tortured hollers are directed towards the pouring skies. Bodies. Bodies everywhere; surrounded by decay.

She sobs, deep from the pits of her stomach, “Father, for-forgive them! For they do not—“

Thunder claps. Lightning is being used as weapons from the Lord above, all meant to discover her and strike. The beams in the sky are intended to punish her discernment. It was a mistake. It was a mistake! Her eyes refuse to meet the battered corpse of the young babe, no more than three. Her crime was committed in a haze, blinded by starvation, all at the cost of the family before her. Villagers would deem the view a savage attack. A mutilation only made possible by the ravenous wolves after dark. The bears that protect the trees at dusk.

All on horseback, the strangers paused their ventures to inquire guidance. She swiftly became an aid for navigating the path, instructing them with a trembling finger and a blistering throat. Follow that trail to the end of the woods. Unbeknownst to their smiling faces and polite eyes, she followed. Stalked after their mount for miles like the thoroughbred they ride, carried by the wind. Urged by bloodlust.

Her vision blurred when they tied their horse’s lariats to a nearby post that barely passed the trees. Her vision was shrouded in darkness, a substance so thick that her limbs felt trapped, even in frantic movement. They’d reached the end, just like she’d promised.

Their screams satiated her hunger, but never hindered her guilt.

Demons, I tell you! All of them, demons! Witches destined to be set aflame for the masses!

And now she crouches over them with remorse in her chest. Remorse that will wash away her like the rainfall that pounds on her shoulders. Much like it had in the past when her purity was stolen. Another fatality.

1919

“Hunting requires bouts of unwavering dedication. If the entirety of your being doesn’t relish in the suffering of the demons walking, then you are to be shunned.”

Being the youngest hunter-to-be amongst legends, historical monuments that leave trails of prosperous victories wherever they advance, is humbling. Your mother pestered you for as long as you could remember: never, never become a hunter, being her only protest for you, her only child. She used to pray beside your bed at night when she assumed you to be asleep, praising the Creator for forbidding you sickness or poverty. You were her only treasure, a gift from the frosted heavens.

And the demons took her.

Hunters searched the unoccupied lands that surrounded your home relentlessly, but no traces of the Devils’ were ever discovered. They attended your mother’s burial for your protection, and prepared to assist your transition into the orphanage, but you denied. You were permanently vexed. Forever vengeful.

I wish to become a hunter!

Your recruitment was immediate due to the shortage, and that same day, you witnessed all of the treasures and memories of your childhood home — of your mother — get burned to the ground by the Hunters. No trails for the demons should go untouched by fire.

“If you hesitate for even a second, you’re dead. Either by their hand…”

Something unsettled you that morning as you prepared for school. Something in the air, something underground. A heaviness in your home that you couldn’t trace. Your mother ironed your skirt and pinned your hair up, brushed down the small curls around your hairline, and she eased you. The weather is changing, dear, she’d said before wishing you well. You studied relentlessly, all while she was shredded by teeth sharp as knives. You want the Devil’s lifeless heart in the palm of your hand, risks be damned.

“Or mine. And I will not hesitate.”

The overseer of your battalion, who slowly paces before his future prodigies, aura menacing, pauses in front of you. With your gaze locked forward and a lump in your throat, you gawk right on the crescent on his belt — the hunter’s insignia — your feet shuffle, shoes slightly squeaking above the wood.

“Are you prepared, child?”

His tone is disparaging, and you swallow. Your head bobs and your breathing stutters.

“Yes, sir.”

You freeze when he squats, elbows rested on his knees, eyes finally level with yours. Your expression remains stoic, but your teeth grind in your mouth as you inspect the stitched scar that sprouts at his right brow and crosses his eye.

“You are nothing,” He hisses, and your heart stutters, “You are not a child, and I am not your elder. Any identity you held prior to your arrival is worthless, now. We are vessels for the greatest power above. Hunter is your only name, do you understand?”

No verbiage escapes you. It couldn’t with how your breath trembles, so you nod; Quite mechanic.

“Stand up straight.”

His conviction forces your shoulders instantly to align, and snickers from the older prodigies erupt from behind you. Your cheeks warm and your palms drip. The overseer rises to his feet once more.

“That goes for all of you!” He shouts, and the room is quiet.

The crescent sparkles under the yellow candlelight. Your palms grow clammy at his viperous swear.

“I will not hesitate.”

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Next chapter might be a lil late guys I'm a gonna make it a tad longer

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(¯`·¸.-~*´¨¯`*·~-. 𝕋𝕙𝕚𝕟 𝕚𝕔𝕖 .-~*´¨¯`*·~-.¸·´¯)

Notes!: sorry I'm dropping these a little slow I’ve been tweaking out but I hope you guys enjoy this chapter and Ellie!! Reader is VERY closed off and scared of change. While Ellie has an attuide problem and money issues. Hopefully I can get this proofread in a little💀

Summary: Through frostbitten windows, she laid cocooned in the sheets, her spirit shattered by misery, forcibly thrust into the unfamiliar surroundings of a campus. Like suffocating fish yearning for the familiar embrace of the sea, she struggled to find solace. It was time to let go of Arizona and embrace the dawn of a new chapter. Tread the ice…suffocating the words that threaten to spill from your lips…she wished she could forget…

TW: self-image issues, identity struggle, trauma, ptsd, religious trauma, homophobia, internal homophobia.

Chapter one

↞chapter two↠

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A gentle breeze of crisp, chilled air caressed your numb, neglected cheek as you lay sleepily in bed, while a shiver broke the comfort of your slumber. The savory aroma of breakfast wafted your nose, emanating from the yellow, cracked light filtering in through your doorway. You hummed groggily fluttering your weary eyes open, peaking at your frost-bitten window still exposed from last night. Painting the windowsills in small powdered flakes and the room in a somber blue.

Now broken from the bliss of your sleep, you slowly sat up in the messy bed cluttered with hangers and out-of-place sheets. Your eyes scanned over your hoarded room over the brief weeks of your stay. Before they met the obnoxious neon red of your alarm clock.

“6:30 am”

Confusion furrowed your brows seeing as the lights below were on, accompanied by a faint shimmer of bacon aroma and the soft murmur of the homeowners. "It's early," you thought to yourself, considering the situation. Your aunt worked from home, and her wife didn't depart for work until 8 am. Then again…it must have been another futile attempt to drag you from your bed. You couldn't blame them though…the women never had children but even they were smart enough to know that your wallowing wasn't the healthiest…Much to their luck, the trick was a small success being that your stomach grumbled in frustration with the lack of dinner you had yesterday.

With a soft sigh, you threw your legs over the edge of the bed dragging your weight up lazily to your static tingling ankles. Walking yourself sluggishly to the bathroom for relief before brushing your teeth. Staring blankly into the mirror…no more bruised cheek…lip still a bit cut but could have been discarded as just dry skin. You brush the small nick feeling your heart sink again…

Was it...wrong to miss your mother…? Though you have shamed her with your sins…Enough…she wouldn't even spare you her gaze now…Be grateful someone even fucking took you in…

After your short spiral, you splashed water half-heartedly on your face, attempting to quell the tumult within before venturing out of your room, craving tranquility. Bare feet gliding gently over the cold wood floor, your fingertips skimming the glossy railing of the stairs as you descended. Where you were met with the faint reasoning of their early ruckus.

"I just think it's early... I mean, it's only been two weeks," your aunt murmured softly, as she rested her head on her palm, the other hand cradling a mug of black coffee. Her wife, her counterpart, disagreed. "Then what? Do we let her stay locked up in her room...until she finally takes action to end her misery?" Rachel huffed softly as she flipped bacon. "You're being dramatic," Aubery replied, her concern and annoyance evident. "And so are you," the blonde hummed, finally turning off the stove. "Look... maybe she's not doing that bad, but her moping around all week, not going out, isn't good either," she added. Aubrey nibbled softly at her lips, unsure how to navigate their choices. "...I suppose you're right," she whispered, prompting a small smile from her wife. "Come on... it's not like we're taking care of a little girl. She was in college before she came here. She shouldn’t let her years go to waste..”

Your heart weighed feeling anxiety run back through your nerves considering the thought of even returning to your studies….meeting new people…replacing Hannah…. A small scowl crept onto your soft lips as you continued down the stairs, causing the older woman to glance over. "Look who's up!" Rachel beamed, but her cheer only served to deepen your annoyance. Did you dislike her? No, that wasn't fair to consider. She was a nice woman, intelligent too, but undeniably pushy. You offered a noncommittal hum in response, withholding any hint of amusement. After grumbling a soft "Morning," you took a seat at the table. Your aunt immediately sensed your displeasure, her expression softening as she took another weary swig of her coffee. She's trying... don't be a brat... you mentally scolded yourself.

“I’m guessing you heard our conversation?” Aubrey muttered gently, while you childishly petty, shrug biting your lip. “A little…” You murmur shifting uncomfortably as if you were psychically fighting your mental turmoil. Before you could dwell further, you were interrupted by a hearty plate of food placed before you, accompanied by a gentle smile from Rachel as she settled beside her lover. "Rachel works on a campus nearby...we've already submitted a few things for you, even drafted a letter—" Aubrey began, her voice trailing off as Rachel interjected."We think it'd be good for you to get back into the swing of things," Rachel announced, her hand resting protectively over Aubrey's. "Especially since your aunt worked really hard to get your records from your mother, and we took you in, and—"

"I'll go," you huffed bitterly, exhaustion evident in your tone. The couple's eyes widened in surprise as you began to scarf down eggs and bacon, hoping to avoid a confrontation about your reluctance to leave your bed. "Really?" Rachel chirped, disbelief coloring her tone. With a full mouth and a small glare, you nodded, and Rachel's smile widened, her hands clasping together as if she had received a reward. "That's great! I'll inform the council and arrange for a tour tomorrow!" Forcing you to choke slightly in fear. "Tomorrow?"

"Of course! The campus is small, and not many students live around here anyway. It'll be just fine!" Rachel reassured you with unwavering enthusiasm swiftly finishing her breakfast before standing up from the table. Just as your appetite had dawned on you, it now quickly disappeared with your hearty bite along with the forced news. Your aunt's smile weakened seeing your anxiety before her gaze flickered back to her wife rushing around to leave for work ending with a gentle peck on the lips.

Your stomach clenched at the tender scene before you, a mix of disgust and a faint trace of envy stirring deep within. It felt peculiar witnessing such displays when they used to be mere rumors of who embraced sin, and tangled with Satan. But it was rather opposite, horribly sweet…striking up a new contradiction. This was no evil. Perhaps you were simply annoyed you lost who you cherished? Though when she was there, you cried in pure hatred for your identity…your truth….and that question still lingered: would you ever come to accept it? Or would it haunt you like a lone bird chirping in the misty mornings? Regardless, you pushed it aside, fingers tracing the familiar contours of your cross. A feeble wall of resentment towards your own wants.

The soft click of the front door closing snapped you back to reality as Aubrey approached, noticing your struggle to eat. "... wanna talk?" she offered, her eyes filled with understanding, to which you shook your head sighing softly. “S’..only gonna make it worse…”

“Why do you think that?” she probed, concern etched in her voice. Your body tensed, opting for silence, prompting her to sigh. "...I know this is tough, but you deserve better. Your mother had no right-"

“I don't want to talk about my mother-” You interrupted firmly. There was an awkward silence between you two, and you could tell she was itching to spill horrible things about your mother, about your faith…But she knew it wasn't something you could forget so easily..she couldn't either. “I just….want you safe…and healthy….I’ve never been good would kids…but…I want to get to know you even if it's selfish to say…I’m glad I have this chance…” She confessed toying with her coffee mug anxious for your response.

Your gaze softened, laden with guilt. Despite your reluctance to accept her care, her selflessness pierced through. And all you could manage was a sad smile and a hesitant response.“…I’m…sorry I’m just….I don’t know…” Though even if it was just a short stammer, a brief summary of thousands of words you could say, Aubrey still took into consideration mostly happy you “opened up.”

“N-no no! It’s fine…I just…want you to know that I care…that Rachel cares…even if you don’t like it…we just want to push you to be better..” She muttered gently letting her knuckles gently brush your cheek and straight your fringed bangs. “If it were up to me I would’ve let you rest longer but…maybe Rachel is right, maybe you can handle a little action?” She questioned unsure how to prompt this news as something…exciting….fun even. “I guess…I mean…I can…I can handle it…” you remark rubbing your clothed thighs tempting to soothe your nerves. Aubrey smiled softly in return giving an affirmed nod before standing from the table. “Well…we should get started on shopping then”

“Shopping….?”

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There is another layer that comes with identity, which is appearance. A factor that has always blown over your head back in the South. Besides, the sun was constantly overbearing you were lucky if the day ended with your makeup still presentable. Nonetheless, you were quick to remind yourself this wasn’t Arizona. Especially when you had to borrow your aunt's coats and snow boots. Or when you had to scrounge up the single pair of jeans you brought with you…that’s when you finally grasped a goodbye to simple shorts and graphic tees.

Because you now were another hour deep in shopping with your aunt because of your own…lack of “pizzazz” or whatever nice way boring she could describe you as. Not that it bothered you; you had little interest in being bold or making an effort to stand out. The only time you felt compelled to care about your appearance was around Hannah, a fact that often left you feeling embarrassed. Bland was your nature, like black and white uniforms in grade school. It's not like there was room to explore skimpy fashion under your mother's roof even if you cared to venture. Just simple faded tees and jeans, along with a few cotton dresses for sermons.

But this? This was a jungle, a horde of junk untamed by staff and another unnecessary stress besides getting back to your studies. You would have been fine with another pair of blue jeans and a sweater but thrifting? Maybe your aunt really was out of the ordinary. Being that she was leading you around the store stuffing random fabrics into your weighed arms. She seemed excited even…you felt horrible to be such a blank face. But what could you do? Creativity wasn't really your thing…maybe logical…pessimistic…an eye sore?

Fortunately, your compliance paid off, and the older woman relented, allowing you to escape the burden of the mountain of clothing you were carrying. As she led you to the checkout, you were greeted by a slender, artsy chick with a short, neat bob, blue puppy liner accentuating her eyes, along with a detailed sleeve adorning her right arm. Her furrowed brows and dark pupils expressed disbelief as she looked at you and your purchases. But then again with the way you dress who would believe it…

Her pin read “Cat.”

Well, I don't like your fucking attitude cat…Wait that's mean…Don't be mean…Jesus I’d look at me crazy too…your mind rambled, and unfortunately, the silence only seemed to invite your aunt's chirping. "You look young! Did you just start working here?"

Great….small talk.

It's not that your aunt was annoying you but, you could already feel your body cringing. "Yep," she hummed dryly, now sassier than before. "You in college?" Aubrey prodded, eliciting a sigh from you as you desperately sought an escape from the dreaded chatter. "Yeah?" The cashier responded indifferently, scanning the jeans and stating the price without a trace of humor. You clumsily searched your wallet, only to find $70.00 instead of the required $78.30. Guilt flooded over you as you stood there with insufficient funds, but Aubrey intervened, laughing as she pushed your hand aside.

Your heart raced as you over the small spill, longing to flee. Cat's eyes met yours, a mix of curiosity and irritation evident. "Really? Huh... don’t get why she'd come here... this place is a ghost town. Honestly, I'm only here for my girlfriend." Your mind quipped about Cat's sudden verbosity, yearning for the solace of your bed. "Well... have a good day, I suppose... newbie," she said, sliding the paper bags towards you as you hastily snatched them and made a swift exit from the quaint shop.

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Despite yesterday’s news, the return to student life had nearly slipped your mind—until Rachel burst in, jolting you from slumber. "What are you doing?! It's almost 8:00! Come on!" She pleaded as nicely as she could, shaking your groggy shoulders. Another morning hijacked as if your commitment to the women had vanished. But as long as you remained under their roof, escape was out of reach until graduation. It’s not that you hated academics, or wanting to learn and become someone. It’s the atmosphere you hated, and college was no better than high school. Without the drug-like presence of Hannah, you already knew this day…week…months so on…were gonna be a goddamn shit show.

Enough with the morning moping; you were already running late. Hastily, you threw yourself out of bed and navigated through the cluttered room, rummaging through the bag of clothes you'd purchased the day prior. Furrowing your brows in confusion, you struggled to decipher what your aunt had selected for you. By the end of it, you found yourself simply matching color tones, uncertain of what truly went with each other. Finally going with a simple pair of dark jeans and a navy blue baby doll top. Accompanied by a lacey white tank top underneath so you wouldn’t suffer even more freezing breezes. Finished off with simple makeup and your sliver cross necklace shamefully tucked under the fabric resting on your heart. Grabbing your book bag your head zipped over to the door seeing Aubrey dressed up more than usual…she looked nice…but still quite as worried as usual. “You ready? Rachel’s getting antsy.”

“Yep.” You replied with a small nervous huff slinging on a black puffer coat and a fluffy pair of boots trailing downstairs.

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“Your grades are quite remarkable…I’d say we are lucky to have you on campus..” The elderly lady spoke kindly going through your transfer records. While you shyly twiddled your thumbs bouncing your leg rapidly like a mere kindergartener. “She is, isn’t she?! Just a little quiet.” Rachel huffed proudly with a smile caressing your shoulder. It made you question if the woman ever lacked optimism, considering the fact she barely knew you.

"Well, silence allows for deeper contemplation and learning... and reflection on one's surroundings. Perhaps you should consider philosophy, as we don't offer religious studies," the Chancellor suggested, delivering another blow to your faith, which troubled you after your recent betrayal."I suppose..." you murmured fearfully, your eyes averting as you nibbled on your bottom lip. Your observant aunt quickly interjected, "What about cheerleading? It's on her schedule, right? I used to see photos and such, and she's really talented, I know it..."

The chancellor's gaze softened slightly hearing Aubrey's soft plea. Her aged fingertips moving to take off the gold-rimmed glasses she wore before setting them aside. “First….I just…want to say how sorry I am for your situation. It's incredibly sorrowful.” She confessed forcing you to tilt your chin up to meet her gaze. As if this day couldn't have gone worse, the reminder made your eyes gloss. “S’ fine…” Was all you could muster before silent forcing yourself not to cry. “But…While we do offer cheerleading seasons are short, because summers are short. Just like our football team getting into the sport is extremely hard given how many students signed up at the beginning of the year…and you unfortunately arrive at a time when admissions have been long closed.”

How fucking fantastic.

“-But!” the woman went on her thin lips tugging into a gentle smile. “We have a great girls' hockey team! They even offer tons of scholarships and are very happy to take in newcomers, since the campus is quite small and well…hockey isn't necessarily a girl's dream sport…” she huffed jokingly.

No shit…

“Oh, that would be great! A new sport! Something to keep the blood going! new experiences! Come on you should do it” Rachel cheered clasping her hands together. “But..I don’t know a thing about hockey..” you countered worriedly. “I’m sure they’d teach you…and it’d probably be nice to have a new face in there…” Aubrey added with a soft smile your graze whipping to her in betrayal. “Finical aid…trips out of state few parties here and there it wouldn’t be…horrible.” The Chancellor hummed with a small carelessly shrug causing you to huff in disbelief. Because of course, they weren’t the ones in your seat, it didn’t matter to them but it seemed so fucking passive-aggressive. “I-I don’t know…”

“Come on…” Your aunt whispered gently. “….don’t you want something….new?” She questioned. Trigging a pause in you…maybe she was right….or maybe you could join and get the shit beaten out of you….but….maybe….just maybe…

You could forget Arizona.

“I’ll do it.”

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The campus was indeed as small as locals said, your first day made up of a few morning classes. “Filled” with a reflective 12-15 students and possibly a few others had they shown up. The hallways exuded a suffocating quietness, yet somehow managed to instill a gentle calmness in your nerves. Your previous campus, though small, was marred by constant noise and unbearable overcrowding. The outdated facilities barely functioned, not to mention the presence of obnoxious students. Perhaps this new environment offered an escape—a serene beauty that you initially scoffed at, tainted by the bitter memories entrenched in your beloved home in the warmth and embrace of the South.

You even had time to venture during your few hours between afternoon classes and morning ones since you weren't running up and down the grassy fields doing flips. You…had time. You had a moment to take in your new reality without the audience of your aunt and her…preppy lover. You had a small dorm, a bit chilled and gloomy but it was yours. Along with an old cafe near a retro record shop that you had yet to see. You were curious for once in your life. You didn’t know your way around and you didn’t know the name of every shop in town.

You escaped Arizona…but you yearned for the comfort of familiarity.

Thankfully, your burdened thoughts began to lift as you made your way to a dimly lit chapel just down the street from campus. Opting for a seat in the back to evade the small crowd of worshippers, you attempted to focus on the sermon. But, your concentration faltered, and your heart sank at the sight of a large cross proudly displayed on a central beam. A feeling of suffocation washed over you, compelling you to confess, to unload your guilt and shame before God. To feel comfort in the chapel once more. But Just as you were rising to head towards the confession booths...

Your phone buzzed.

“Hockey 2:00 pm”

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Your shoulders tensed as the chill of the rink seeped through your sweater, exacerbating the sinking feeling of shame from earlier in the afternoon. You shuffled awkwardly inside, feeling out of place amidst the bustling atmosphere, akin to a lost mutt. The contrast with the serene calmness of your morning classes caught you off guard, leaving you taken aback by the cacophony of noise.

Like the rest of your classes, the rink was only made up of a few girls probably eleven at most. But for a team, it seemed more unorganized if anything one girl sitting the the bench mindlessly tapping away on her switch, a few others scattered around competitively practicing. But there was one girl in particular….not in uniform talking to another chopper-headed girl…wait….

Fuck it’s that cat chick from yesterday….

Don't notice don't notice don't notice. You prayed ducking your face away now hidden under your palm before an older woman called out your name. "Oh, you must be the new girl!" Her voice carried a teasing tone, her posture exuding confidence. With short platinum blonde hair and piercing pale blue eyes, she commanded attention despite her age. "I'm Coach Miller, but you can call me Maria," she declared with a hint of a Western accent. "I've heard quite a bit about you."

"Really?" you replied, taken aback. "Yes, and I must say, I'm terribly sorry about yer’ situation," she continued, unaware of the discomfort it caused you. Fucking Christ who didn't Rachel tell? You suppressed a sigh, only to be interrupted by the coach's call. "Girls, gather around! I want you to meet our newest teammate!" Your body immediately tensed and you flusteredly toy with your sleeves watching the girls quickly skate over their attention locked on you.

Well all besides one girl, the auburnette was still chatting with Cat laughing as they gazed over.

What is this highschool again?

"Williams, including you! And Cat, I've told you before, if you don't play, you can't stick around!" Maria scolded, her annoyance evident. But "Williams" merely scoffed, a playful smile dancing on her lips as she leaned in to peck the shorter girl's lips, her gloved hands gently groping Cat’s flanks. The other girls chuckled, and a swirl of curiosity filled your stomach. "Now, Ellie!" Maria's voice cut through, pulling the player away from her lover, who smirked smugly as she complied.

"Little shit," the coach muttered under her breath, while the other girls whispered teasing remarks to Ellie. "Alright, everyone, listen up! We have a new player from Arizona. Let's give her a warm welcome!" Maria announced proudly, introducing you with a smile playing on her lips. Thankfully, you were greeted with mostly warm smiles and brief introductions, except for Ellie, who seemed more interested in starting trouble than welcoming you.

She didn't even bother with pleasantries, just furrowed her brows in disbelief. "Arizona, huh? You play?" she asked skeptically, causing you to feel a pang of shame. "No..." you admitted quietly, watching her green eyes narrow in frustration. "Coach, you're telling me Arizona is going to play with us, and she hasn't even played before?" Ellie's tone dripped with irritation, disregarding your presence. Maria rolled her eyes at the girl's outburst.

"Is that a problem?" she challenged. "Of course, it's a fucking problem! We have nationals in less than two months!" Ellie retorted sharply. "Watch your language, Ellie!" Maria snapped back. "Listen here, this girl has come a long way, and if she wants to be on the team, she's earned her spot. We have enough time to teach her the game, and you better watch your tone," she growled, locking eyes with Ellie. With a final glare, Ellie pushed past you to sulk on one of the benches.

Her sharp emerald gaze watching your every move as you chat with the other girls making your smile flatter nervously. Until another girl came up to you, with thick wavey hair and pretty freckles scattered all over her nose. She said her name was Dina?…too much happened to matter. “Let's get you in uniform yeah?” She affirmed taking your wrist leading you to willingly follow desperate to escape the stranger's gaze.

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While you might have initially felt a twinge of embarrassment from your encounter with the cat, you weren't entirely engulfed in humiliation. Now, as you find yourself seated on the icy ground, your ankles feeling the strain of the heavy boots and gear, and your legs turning to jelly from the brief skate around, you can't help but scowl over players' speeds. At least they were trying to help though considering the fact they were born and raised in snow they got it down.

Hell, you could barely strive forward let alone backward. This was nothing like roller bladding on scorched cement. It's not that you weren't athletic…but maybe pathetic. You could already feel another cry blurring your vision which wasn't making your sob story much better. With sore ankles, you clumsily propelled yourself forward, taking in a shaky breath, desperately hoping for some semblance of stability. Just as you felt your body teetering forward, on the brink of a chilly rock-bound plunge, another girl swooped in, her firm grip securing you against her chest. "You good, newbie?" she snorted, her tone a mix of amusement and reassurance. She was tall, her helmet shamefully hiding her charming features besides a few long sandy stands. You presumed her name was Abby…well you would've cared to remember if Ellie hadn't scared you off.

Flushed and slightly dazed, you glanced up at the blonde, offering a faint nod, only to receive a small smirk in return, accentuating her plush lips.….Cocky….had all the girls in here been cocky…You pondered until Ellie, unamused by your lack of practice, rudely interrupted. “Arizona! Had enough flirting?” she growled sarcastically leaning on the edge of the rink. “I-..” You stammered in return clutching your twig nervously. "Lay off Williams, it's her first fucking day," Abby interjected bitterly, revealing the absence of any camaraderie between the two. "I don't know, she seems to have it down, right? She’s wasting time chatting when she should be skating," Ellie taunted, stepping onto the rink and gripping her twig. "Let's start her off with the basics, shall we? Just a short game."

"Lets not maybe? She doesn't even know how to play," Abby added sarcastically, but Ellie merely raised a brow in response, carelessly shrugging. "She's got to learn soon enough, and you know how important nationals are, Anderson," Ellie retorted, her shorter stature carrying an air of challenge. But unfortunately, Ellie was right and shredding Abby's pride just slightly. “I’m not doing this right now.” She muttered with a bitter scowl tonguing her inner cheek as she shoved past Ellie. “Sorry, captains gotta do what needs to be done” Ellie mocked in bitter amusement while you stood there almost petrified.

But Ellie wasn't empathic, quite the opposite actually. God…where did coach go you pleaded mentally when Ellie's attention snapped back to you. “Alright, ladies huddle around!” The captain called out leading the puzzled girls to stride over. “We’re gonna teach Arizona here how to play got it?!”

“What? She can barely skate.” Nora informed once more. “Thanks for stating the obvious Nora, but I'm caption and I think this’ll help her, and I don't have time to sit and baby a newbie. If you girls wanna fucking win, let alone have a chance we gotta straighten her out” Ellie demanded sternly. You're gaze flickered around seeing the troubled faces of the other players, and you were already panicking. “Abby s’ sitting out, five on each side just defence practice alright? Simple enough even for you Arizona.”

Arizona…that stupid fucking nickname. You can handle this...is what you were telling yourself…. just to prove this snarky bitch wrong. Who did she think she was, anyway? If she wanted to criticize your break, you'd set things straight. Focused, you tracked your team's every move, sliding over shakily, brows furrowed, bottom lip tucked beneath your teeth. Leaning forward, you waited anxiously for the puck to shift.

With a shrill blast of the whistle, Abby set the girls in motion, and they swiftly darted around, aggressively striking the puck. You, feeling bewildered, clumsily attempted to follow suit just as Dina expertly slid the puck over, grazing the tip of your blade. Several pairs of eyes flicked over to you, causing your heart to sink. Before you could react, Ellie effortlessly intercepted the puck, shoving you aside and scoring a goal. Off balance from the collision, your body lurched and crashed once more onto the ice, now speckled with small splashes of scarlet from your nose.The rink fell silent as the girls stood in shock and remorse, except for Ellie, who remained unfazed, panting lightly as she surveyed the scene. "What?" she asked innocently. "You're such a dick..." Nora scoffed, sliding over to help you up. "Are you alright?"

"Been worse…" you muttered, fingers pressing against the bridge of your nose as your chin remained defiantly elevated, streaked with crimson. Just as Maria returned from her brief absence, the scene unfolded before her. "What on earth is happening here?!" she exclaimed in shock and disbelief, hurrying back inside. "Ellie thought it was a good idea to get the rookie in a game." Abby confessed, shooting a furious glare in Ellie's direction. "Is that so, Miss Williams?"

"What?! Maybe I did! Is it the end of the world? Come on, Maria, get a grip. We need to focus—" Ellie retorted before Maria swiftly cut her off.

"I don't want to hear it! You're always starting shit, and now someone's injured because of it! Keep getting smart with me and you're out of the team!” the coach declared bitterly, causing Ellie to shift in shame.

"I-I... Look, I'm sorry, Maria... I need this scholarship, please—" Ellie began, but Maria's tone brooked no argument.

"If you want to keep it, you better shape up, Williams," the older woman growled, reaching out to gently grasp your arm as Nora guided you off the ice. "Since you seem so keen on being in charge, you’re trainin’ the rookie."

“What?!”

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Notes!: HIII, I’m hella late I know but if there are any mistakes I'm gonna proofread hopefully today. I just wanted to get this out before it was any later. Also, tell me if you guys want shorter quicker chapters or long ones that take a bit. But the next chapter will pick up a bit more! Maybe in Ellies POV??? Not sure yet. But! It might take a bit to write I'm going on a date this weekend. I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter tho!!<3

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Me when Cannalblism is used as a metaphor for obsession, plummeting or committed love, queerness, horrific slaughter, grunt-wrenching betrayal, yearning, relentless hunger, and agony. And I gotta act like I'm not tweaking out.

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love lies bleeding has something for every lesbian: muscles, greasy working class twig of a butch, mind fucking, fucking, gore, insane relationship timeline they met less than 24 hours ago and are living together, slime, don't forget the cat, girl that makes your skin crawl, eroticism of smoking, eroticism of injecting, eroticism of committing unspeakable violence for someone, normal eroticism, acab, bugs, juxtaposing eroticism of smoking with the reality of it in a metaphoric representation of a character's drive toward both rebellion and destruction as well as adding to a through-line motif of inevitable ends, triumph, toe stuff, artifice, (and how it collides with reality), revenge, decent, ascension, running away, being stuck, being found, being found out, home haunts you, you can't ever go home, the 80's, obligation, freedom, having a fucked up relationship with your dad, having the fucked up realization that despite everything you've done to fight it maybe you really are exactly like your dad, deciding that all the thousand ways in which you are not like him are more important, you will tear yourself bleeding cursing spitting from the jaws of being like your father with the very tools he handed you, new mexico

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Notes!: Hii!! This will be my first full series!! This chapter is pretty slow, it goes more into detail on the reader and her back story. I wanted to start a base for how the reader's plot will be about her feelings toward growing into her sexuality!:) Again this is BACKSTORY, Ellie and the rest of the characters are next chapter. There are a few OCs I wrote but they are just family and old friends they aren't major characters.

Summary: After a harrowing confrontation with her family, she finds herself fleeing from home, seeking refuge on the doorstep of a distant aunt's house. Desperate for a fresh start and eager to break free from the shackles of her past trauma, she dreams of embracing the freedom and joy that adulthood promises. Determined to carve out her own path, she sets her sights on attending a local college, yearning for the chance to rebuild her life on her own terms.

TW: self-image issues, identity struggle, trauma, ptsd, religious trauma, homophobia, internal homophobia.

(if you don't want to read the backstory just wait for the next chapter)

Past tense= italics

Present= Regular

↞chapter one↠

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Winter…

Quiet murmuring gently purred in the back of your head. While cheek tingled numbly against the cold glass, and your arms lazily hugged your heavy duffle bag. Until an abrupt yet subtle jolt alerted your eyes to flutter sluggishly open. The long ride to Wyoming had finally ended, along with a peaceful end to the hell you went through. Your weary gaze swept over the quaint station, dusted with a rare powder unfamiliar to the Arizona landscape. Dormant trees stood sentinel, while locals huddled together like snug penguins. The site was gorgeous, comforting even. But you couldn't help but hold yourself a bit tighter in novelty. Despite the harsh factors that led you into a new state…you crumbled back to being a homesick child.

“You gettin’ off?” the elderly driver interjected, causing you to jerk your head away from the window, only to realize the bus was now empty, his puzzled gaze fixated on your attire, It was embarrassingly obvious you weren't a local…” Y-yeah! Sorry…” you stammered, hastily swinging your duffle bag over your shoulders and briskly shuffling off the bus.

The biting cold seemed to sting your skin like venom, eliciting a scowl and banishing your fatigue. Yet, given the abruptness of your departure from Arizona, there wasn't much opportunity to select the most suitable attire for these foreign conditions since you ran. So, you swallow back your frustrations like a cold pill shoving your hands in your hoodie pockets. Venturing through the busy station, hoping to start your new life freely.

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You'd never once seen your aunt, besides in the backgrounds of your baby photos. Aubrey was mostly a hushed name back at home—a figure who seemed to have disgraced the family name, severed ties with the church, and retreated to the solitude of the mountains. As a little girl you didn't quite get it, more so blindly following your parent's morals and bubbling a grudge against the distant kin. It wasn't really till your older cousins sneered and gossiped about her forbidden sins boredly awaiting Christmas morning.

“You know why Auntie isn't here?” Brianna hummed boredly to her older brother lounging lazily on his phone. “Cause she's a fuckin dyke?” He’d snort making you gasp over his vulgarity, and a small pout to settle on your lips. “I'm gonna tell your momma you're cussing..” You warned being the whiney girl you were, causing the older twins to scoff. ”yeah Dustin tone it down for the baby..” Brianna cooed mockingly, triggering your cheeks to flush in humiliation and annoyance. Dustin chuckled carelessly with a shrug. “Tone it down? It’s true, she's a total freak! That homo ran off with some girl. Abandoning the people who really cared for her.”

“You guys are such liars!” You exclaimed in annoyance trying to mask the tight feeling in your gut. ”Sure! We’d just make something like that up” Brianna interjected rolling her eyes. “You’re such a little brat, maybe you’re just like her too that’s why you’re callin’ us, liars!”

“I-I am not!”

“Are too!”

“Am not!!” You’d cry once more trembling slightly in anxiety.

“Are too!!” Brianna taunted back louder than before only for your bedroom door to be slammed open by their furious mother now awoken from slumber.

You vividly recall the fear that gripped you that night, promising yourself never to resemble that woman. Now, you stand, perhaps finally at the correct house, your entire life condensed into a duffle bag and a hopeful “prayer.” Like god could spare you any mercy now…Releasing a trembling sigh, you ascend the weathered steps of the Victorian residence, awkwardly lingering outside, feeling abandoned and cold.

The creak of the door opening was like a thunderclap in your chest, causing your heart to race and your palms to dampen even in the cold. What if she, too, turns you away? I'm sure she doesn’t want to care for someone kid! What if she insists on sending you back to your parents? What if... What if... What if...?

Your mind quieted as the woman's unfamiliar voice called your name, gentle yet tinged with confusion. Her soft, alarmed gaze pierced through you, triggering an immediate welling of tears. Trembling chin, pouted lips, eyes already puffy from your last breakdown. You couldn’t bear to even muster up a reason for being on her porch. You whimpered ducking your face into your palms sobbing softly until you felt her arms envelop you, in a comforting warmth.

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You had never been one for trouble, You were known for your impeccable character, attending church faithfully every Sunday and participating in Bible study. Your academic achievements were outstanding, consistently ranking at the top of your class. Beyond your academic pursuits, you dedicated yourself to cheerleading and even volunteered to support the homeless community. With a coveted acceptance to college, your future seemed destined for success and a much-needed break from the small town you called home.

You were a “good girl” under the terms of your teachers and your parents whom you cherished even after your clash. But even so, you weren't really….happy in a sense. You had gotten everything you wanted, god had given you a clear path to achievement. But there was no.….happiness. Guys your age found you quite boring, though you really showed no interest or care for them anyway. While girls couldn't seem to have fun with you, drinking? No. Skimpy fashion? No. Boys? No. Sex? Definitely not.

There were never really many characters to choose from, Arizona was more desert than home. Young people were practically running to get away from their faith and the old morals held in town. But you had always been the little girl who kept to her roots. Treading carefully away from danger and temptation. Even if it was boring…maybe even horrific to worry about even the slightest sin to send you hurling towards damnation. You remained pure and true to Christ. Just a lonely girl and her Bible well…until….

Hannah…

Hannah Whitlock

Lead cheerleader, blonde, freckled-faced, and cherished by everyone in school. Her dad was a lawyer, her mom was a home wife and they lived in the most perfectly white house on the edge of town. Accompanied by a pure golden retriever, a big green yard, and rose bushes lining their fence. She was the epitome of perfection, someone every girl wanted to be and every boy wanted to be with.….though you had trouble deciding which side you fell into long before you two had spoken. But despite that, she seemed like the answer to your loneliness, a miracle from god gracing your presence. Yet, you later realized she was more of a temptation from Satan than a divine gift.

It began when the family relocated to the quaint town, embodying the quintessential "American Family." Hannah's mother, fervently religious, compelled her husband and daughter to immerse themselves in the church community. She immediately caught your gaze being a girl around your age attending rather than the young babies, or the well-practiced elderly. Hence starting your spiral into temptation. Every Wednesday after school you'd attend Bible study where the lovely girl would already be dragging in newcomers with her charm. Her smile even eased you into speaking up in the group as the days went on, along with finally earning a friend.

Brief studies grew to become chatting at on campus, partners in projects, and small sleepovers at her lavish home. She had taken your breath away, someone who had shared your faith, your humor, even your music! You were so drawn to the blonde so blissfully happy you didn't care to spare a thought of your “unnatural” desires. Hannah made your heart pump, and your lips tug into painful smiles. For once in your life….you felt…alive. Everything was well, your families got along great, and your parents loved Hannah and you. Though there was a sliver of turmoil in you, and it was clearly evident you didn't want to be her…But be with her…The way your chest would tighten over her small boy toy obsessions. Or when she'd gawk over karate kid….The girl caught on of course…she wasn't an idiot…but more so amused.

However, one particular afternoon would etch itself into the fabric of your existence. It was the onset of winter break, and just like any other Friday, you'd follow the beauty home for a sleepover. Happily awaiting the plan set the next day when she'd let you accompany a trip to Alaska set by her affluent father. Through your anticipation had left the afternoon quiet, and dull. Hannah had suggested you two “prepared” to meet “hot” ski guys ranting on and on about a boy she had met the year before, stirring yet another fresh wave of frustration within you.

Your head snapped when her sweet voice called your name once more. Drawing you to take your attention off the nail polish you were messily smearing on your toes. “Hm?” you'd hum agitatedly causing her to giggle. “What's up?…” she whispered with a soft smile tugged on her glossy lips making you shift in embarrassment. Quiet and ashamed, you offered a shrug accompanied by a stiff smile. “Nothing…”

“Ugh….don’t be like that..” she whined as she tossed away a magazine scooting closer in bed for your attention. “Come on…you’ve been acting so weird since I started talking about Nathan..” She mumbled as she took the nail polish from your hand quickly taking over. “Weird…?” You snort in a tense tone watching her brush glittery nail polish neatly. “I can feel your annoyance from miles away babe.” She remarked with a soft laugh. Her smile effortlessly infecting your lips to curl up. "I don't know... I'm just not... I mean, I'm not into... guy talk?" you stumble over your words, cringing inwardly. "Guy talk?!" she huffs, laughter bubbling up even more. "Y-yeah... I just... I don't know... I mean, how can you be into those jerks at school..." you mumble in disgust, causing Hannah to give you a confused glance."Oh, come on, you don't think any of the guys are hot?" she teases, while you scrunch your nose in refusal, shaking your head. "Not even Warren?" she presses, as you firmly shake your head once more.

Hannah sighs with a soft giggle. “You’re weird…I swear if you weren’t a Christian I’d think you’re a total dyke…” That word….You felt ten years old again…sobbing to god you wouldn’t become so imbedded with sin….” as if…” you remarked with a weak smile. But part of you knew you weren’t like all the other girls, you weren’t boy crazy, nor did you even fathom the thought of simply holding a guy's hand. You were different, selfish even. You talked down about the boys she awes over…even going so far as to privately shred confessions slid in her locker deaming “It was for better.” Yet, you flaunt your smiles practically awestruck over the blonde when you were supposed to be praying to the man whom you “worshipped.” Too blind to see you were entertaining this fantasy of being satisfied as just a friend.

Let’s face it…you were a fucking hypocrite.

You dedicated countless hours to praying, determined not to succumb to temptation while harboring resentment towards those who seemed happy while you felt miserable. But, here you are, nestled in your crush's bed, her soft smile and infectious laughter filling the room. You were in deep... she had you right on the fucking spot. The girl was cunning, adept at charming others and effortlessly getting whatever she wanted with just the bat of an eye.

Hannah smirked, her touch gentle as she finished painting your toes, closing the nail polish with a flick of her wrist. The glint in her eye was mesmerizing, leaving you shamelessly weak, you hated her for that…even to this day. "I don't know... you seem to only hang around me," she hummed, purring your name, before settling back against her pink comforter, beckoning you to follow suit. Shyly joining her, your eyes tracing patterns on the ceiling, avoiding her captivating gaze. "Am I just that pretty...?" she added softly,

You tilted your head a little to look at her once more….feeling her warm breath on your cheek, your nose so close it could kiss hers. Causing you to shamefully fleet to your worried instincts, toying with the cross necklace resting over your breast. “No….just…sweet..” you hushed back with a gentle smile. “Do you have a crush on me…” she countered abruptly in a playful sense but it was more than enough to make your heart stop its flutter and slowly sink into your stomach.

"Please..." you groaned dramatically in response. "I meannn..."She hummed tauntingly, turning to lay on her side facing you, and you couldn't tear your gaze away. Hannah was... perfect... even when you were too scared to admit it. There was something about that moment that felt so serene, so beautiful, locked away in her room alone. It was as if God had granted you a brief moment of privacy with your true thoughts. You shifted to match her position, unable to resist the magnetic pull of her presence. Her laugh…her smile…the way her pretty nose would scrunch…or the way her hair smelled so disgustingly sweet…she was a magnet for desire.

"The way you talk to me... it's like no one else matters," the blonde whispered teasingly. But at that moment, your mind hadn't even processed the idea of amusement. You felt weightless, you felt... honest for once in your life. "Because no one else does... no one else is as amazing as you, Han," you confessed. The blonde girl's smile faltered slowly, confusion flickering in her azure eyes as they scanned your face. In your own confusion, you mistakenly interpreted her disgust as interest, sinking yourself deeper into oblivion. And then, without thinking, your lips met hers.

She was soft... her lips were sweet like strawberry chapstick, and her blonde locks cascaded silkily between your knuckles. And you instantly felt hungry…so deprived of something so gentle and sweet as a small kiss….you could finally understand why boys had been aching for girls…There was nothing…that could ever match such a heavenly feeling…

Your mind was clouded with affection…so eager to finally kiss the girl you've been aching for.

Leading you to miss how little of a reaction you were getting.

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The rest became a hazy blur, a memory you desperately wished to erase. The soft gasp that escaped her mother's lips, the sensation of Hannah's hands forcefully pushing you away...Your gaze shifted to her, once gentle eyes now filled with tears, her hand covering her lips in utter disgust... Your heart plummeted as if a heavy weight had lodged itself in your chest, suffocating you, making it impossible to draw breath.

What the fuck did you do?…

You bolted from her bed, your breaths coming in sharp, ragged gasps, your ears muffled to the barrage of insults and slurs spewing from the girl's mother. Snatching your phone and hoodie, you shoved past the older woman, paying no heed to your packed bags. All you could think about was getting the fuck out of there.

You don’t remember ever crying so much….the way your head throbbed, eyes raw and glossy, nose so congested, each sniffle and huff echoing like uncontrollable hiccups. Walking through the quiet, fading streets of the town, you wished incessantly that you hadn't kissed her, hadn't committed that sin, hadn't ruined something so good to make you forget how grey your life looked.

That dying afternoon before you trudged homeward, you found yourself seated in the weathered church where your paths had first crossed. The scent of aged books lingered in the air, the lacquer on the pews chipped and worn, the church bathed in a somber yellow glow that only intensified with the onset of night. Your gaze fixated on the cross before you, its presence a haunting reminder of your transgressions.

You considered…wrestling with the idea of harboring resentment towards your faith…If God merely represented a distant promise of paradise after enduring a lifetime of suffering, was dedicating yourself worth it? Was it worth adhering to the moral teachings of a book your family had solemnly embraced? Yet, you refused to entertain such thoughts, staunchly forbidding them, even at the potential expense of your own elation.

With a softly whispered plea to the deity, you begged for forgiveness…cleanliness..and a promise of your devotion and focus. You got up and left the house of worship walking home with a small sliver of something better…

There was a brief respite between your sobs until a new menace emerged. You stood quietly beneath a dim, yellow light, your gaze fixed on your mother, seated upon your weathered veranda. Her expression was somber, devoid of discernible emotion—a blank stare. Yet, it was enough to render your legs as heavy as lead, dragging them slowly, step by step, until you halted just shy of the first stair of your porch.

Your mother, keenly aware of your tendency to evade her anger, rose deliberately from her chair—or so you surmised from the creaking floorboards. Yet, you couldn't bring yourself to meet her gaze. "Look at me," she demanded sternly, her voice cutting through the air.…to which you ignored watching tears already beginning to roll warmly down your chin vanishing Into the grass. “LOOK AT ME!” She yelled causing you to jerk and slowly lift your chin before you were met with a harsh smack across your cheek.

So violent, that a small whimper escaped your throat, leaving behind the metallic tang of blood on your gums. Your body quivered, fingertips rushing to soothe your split lip. Only for your wrist to be tugged back harshly by your mother. “Why did I get a call about you coming onto Hannah?!” she bellowed. Coming onto?…”w-what?!” you hiccuped in return. “Don’t play dumb with me! I heard from Mrs Witlock you forced yourself on her daughter!”

No…no Hannah would never say that…

"NO! I-I didn't do it!" You cried out in defense, tears streaming down your cheeks. "Her mom is lying!" Your mother's face contorted with a mix of disgust and anger as she delivered another stinging slap to your cheek. Sobbing uncontrollably, you felt her grip tighten on your hair, forcing you to meet her gaze. "Blaming others for your sins? You should thank your lucky stars your father isn't home to see this!" With a forceful tug, she dragged you back into the house, pushing you roughly inside, causing you to stumble and crash onto the wooden floor. “And don't you dare think for a god damn minute I'm gonna raise a fagget in my home! First thing tomorrow you're gonna get your shit together and head to a camp! you best pray you get your act together or you ain't coming home!” She hissed her chest ragged falling and rising angrily. “Do you understand?!”

You whimpered, stifling back sobs, utterly unable to find words to respond, which only seemed to stoke her anger further. She knelt, gripping your cheeks tightly. "Do you understand?!" she yelled once more. "Y-yes!!!" you screamed. Finally releasing her grip, she scoffed softly. "Get upstairs and pack…before you end up like your fucking aunt."

Relieved to be away from her wrath, you bolted clumsily upstairs. With hiccuping breaths, a busted lip, and puffy eyes, you retreated to your room, slamming the door shut behind you. Your mind raced a mile a minute, grappling with the events of the evening. How could Hannah say such things? How could your mother...even...No...

No…

You're done….

You're done living like this…

This town, Hannah, your damn parents, the church—screw it all! You're fed up with living the life they've prescribed for you. As you pack your duffle bag with essentials—shoes, soap, a measly seventy bucks—you retrieve the solitary photo hidden beneath your cluttered bed. —the one thing you have of your aunt, sent to you privately on your tenth birthday…along with a small note.….a pretty glittery card sent far later than your birthday…

“𝐹𝑜𝓇 𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓇𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓈, 𝐼 𝓀𝓃𝑜𝓌 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝒸𝒶𝓇𝒹 𝒾𝓈 𝑒𝓍𝓉𝓇𝑒𝓂𝑒𝓁𝓎 𝓁𝒶𝓉𝑒 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝒾𝓈 𝒶 𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓈𝑜𝓃 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝒾𝓉! 𝐵𝓊𝓉 𝐻𝒶𝓅𝓅𝓎 𝒷𝒾𝓇𝓉𝒽𝒹𝒶𝓎 𝑜𝒻 𝒸𝑜𝓊𝓇𝓈𝑒! 𝒰𝓃𝒻𝑜𝓇𝓉𝓊𝓃𝒶𝓉𝑒𝓁𝓎 𝐼 𝒹𝑜𝓃'𝓉 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝓂𝓊𝒸𝒽 𝒶 𝑔𝒾𝒻𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝑜𝓊𝑔𝒽 𝐼 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝓈𝑜𝓂𝑒𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓉𝑜 𝓈𝒶𝓎…𝐼'𝓂 𝓃𝑜𝓉 𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝓉𝑜 𝒹𝑒𝒻𝑒𝓃𝒹 𝓂𝓎𝓈𝑒𝓁𝒻 𝑜𝓇 𝓌𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓂𝓎 𝓈𝒾𝓈𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝒽𝒶𝓈 𝓈𝒶𝒾𝒹 𝑜𝒻 𝓂𝑒, 𝓃𝑜𝓇 𝒶𝓂 𝐼 𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝓉𝑜 𝓅𝑒𝓇𝓈𝓊𝒶𝒹𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝒷𝑒𝓁𝒾𝑒𝒻𝓈 𝑜𝓇 𝓋𝒾𝑒𝓌 𝑜𝒻 𝓂𝑒. 𝐼 𝒿𝓊𝓈𝓉…𝐼 𝓌𝒶𝓃𝓉 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓉𝑜 𝓀𝓃𝑜𝓌 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝑜𝓅𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃𝓈. 𝒯𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝒶𝓁𝓌𝒶𝓎𝓈 𝑜𝓅𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃𝓈 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝓌𝒽𝑜 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓌𝒾𝓈𝒽 𝓉𝑜 𝒷𝑒…𝑜𝓇 𝓌𝒾𝓈𝒽 𝓉𝑜 𝒷𝑒𝒸𝑜𝓂𝑒 𝓃𝑜 𝓂𝒶𝓉𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝓌𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓅𝑒𝑜𝓅𝓁𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝓀 𝒾𝓉'𝓈 𝓎𝑜𝓊’𝓇𝑒 𝑜𝓃𝑒 𝓁𝒾𝒻𝑒 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓎𝑜𝓊’𝓇𝑒 𝒾𝓃 𝒸𝒽𝒶𝓇𝑔𝑒 𝑜𝒻 𝒾𝓉….”

-𝐿𝑜𝓋𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝒶𝓊𝓃𝓉

That moment crystallized in memory—the sparse words from your aunt, the postal photo capturing Jackson's snowy vistas, and her address. It became your lifeline, your sanctuary, the sole refuge amid familial discord. Perhaps it seemed impulsive, thoughtless, considering her estrangement from the family. Yet, you felt compelled, with no alternative. Tucking the card into your bag, you surveyed the dim hallways, noted your parents' silence, and descended the creaking stairs, bidding farewell to the familiar confines of home as you stepped into the enveloping darkness of the night.

The journey to the bus station was eerily silent, filled with a dreadful sense of foreboding. You were barely 19…you were running from the church…your family…college. Anxiety clenched your stomach as you purchased a ticket to Wyoming, boarding the dimly lit bus amidst weary locals. Doubts crept in—Was this really right?…what if things get worse...? No, you couldn't entertain such thoughts. With a heavy sigh, you brushed your sore lip, then rested your head against the window, succumbing to the rhythmic vibrations of the moving bus. Venturing out the south…and into the west.

༺♰༻

Aubrey—the woman vilified as horrible, selfish, and sinful—revealed herself to be among the kindest souls you'd ever met.….She even proved herself to be more motherly than her sister…. While her sister bore and raised you, it was Aubrey who cradled you through that tear-filled afternoon, offering solace without demanding explanations for your sudden departure. She tended to your wounds with care, nourished you, and refrained from prying into your painful past, instead embracing you in the sanctuary of the new home she willingly extended to you.

In the brief hours you spent with her, she effortlessly instilled a sense of calm, guiding you through the unfamiliarity of her home. She graciously introduced you to an unused room, assisted in organizing your belongings, and even insisted on joining you for dinner downstairs. Though her gestures were undeniably heartwarming, your paranoia about this newfound sweetness overshadowed any potential smile. Such warmth and wholesomeness felt alien, you were used to silent dinners after starter prayers, you were used to coming home to parents who lacked tenderness…you were used to bland. Yet, here you are sitting in your aunt's colorful Victorian abode. Enjoying the nurturing, the simple yet comforting conversations. But the sudden shift unsettled you—there lingered a nagging fear that if you grew too accustomed to this newfound warmth, it might vanish as swiftly as it appeared.

With that thought, the door opened, and in came another older woman down the hall peering into the kitchen confused. Tall, dirty blonde, simple jeans along with a neat blouse and cardigan…she seemed intimidatingly sophisticated. "Rachel?" Aubrey's voice rang out, beckoning the blonde to enter. "Aubrey...hey...um..." Rachel hesitated, crossing the room to stand beside her wife, her gaze flickering uncertainly towards you. "Who... is this?" Aubrey swiftly introduced you, moving to stand protectively behind you. "She's my niece... she... needs a place to stay..." Aubrey's voice softened, her hopeful smile unwavering as her fingers gently kneaded your shoulders. "I offered her the guest room... just until things... get a little easier for her."

In contrast to her wife, Rachel exuded a pragmatic aura, fully aware of the recklessness inherent in taking in someone else's child, especially a runaway. Shame flushed your cheeks as you glanced down at your plate. "Um...baby, how about we... chat in the hall for a second..." Rachel's voice carried a hint of timidity as she addressed her wife, prompting Aubrey to nod in agreement before giving you a final reassuring squeeze and exiting the kitchen, leaving you alone with your worries.

What are you thinking??? You can't just throw yourself in these women's lives?! You need to go home! Are you stupid?!—your mind spiraled while you tried to get a listen on what the two were debating.

“Aubrey…we..we can't…we shouldn’t plus what if your sister..finds out or…the cops get involved I-”

��So what we send her back to my sister? do you see her face? I know how my family is they’ll just fucking beat her and send her off to some psycho cult preaching about faith!” Aubrey hushed sternly in return making her wife immediately quiet and guilty.

“Look…I…I promise I’ll talk to my sister if…that’s what it takes..but I can’t send her back…I know..what it’s like to be in her shoes and…I had to deal with it alone..” Your aunt hushed. You peaked into the hall curiously seeing Rachel frown cupping her wife’s cheeks. And with a short nod and a sad smile she whispered. “Okay…” Quickly, you snapped your head back to your food continuing to eat before they noticed your ease dropping.

“Sorry, for my introduction I’m Rachel..” the blonde announced as she reentered the kitchen, taking her seat across from you at the table. You offered a quiet nod in response, prompting a slight frown to crease her lips. “It’s just…worrying to see a kid…in here…wait…how old are you?...” she questioned gently. "Nineteen," you whispered, to which she sighed in relief. "Well... then I suppose we don't have much of a problem," she attempted a joke, though it fell somewhat flat. Aubrey offered a weak smile, leaning against the kitchen counter. "You've had a long day... you should head up... and...you can stay as long as you need."

Your heart swelled with gratitude, igniting a flicker of hope within you. "Thank you... really, I... I..." your words stumbled softly before your aunt enveloped you in a tight hug, silencing your hesitant expression of gratitude. Meanwhile, her wife offered a small smile as she collected your empty plate to clean. "Don’t worry about thankin’ us okay?" Aubrey whispered as she pulled away, and you nodded in agreement once more, overcome with emotion. With a final exchange, you parted ways, heading towards the guest room to settle in.

With a soft sigh, you gently closed the door behind you, casting a fleeting glance around the dimly lit room. After slipping into a simple t-shirt and panties, you settled into the crisp, inviting bed. Weary from the day's events, your gaze drifted up to the ceiling, your belly content and your body longing for rest. Yet, despite the comfort, your heart still yearned for the warmth of the southern sun, the feeling of your skin kissed by its rays, and the presence of Hannah by your side on the steps of the church…..You let your hand drift to the cross between your breasts before allowing yourself to drift off….praying for a better day..

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More notes!: hey guys!!! Sorry this is so late and a little dry😭 I really hoped you like this starter though! I’m already working on chapter two which will pick up on reader meeting the characters :)))

Taglist!: @bready101 @vqxen @a-little-bit-of-everybody @shiimer

#Spotify #tlou #tlou2 #ellie x you #ellie williams x female reader #ellie williams smut #slow burn #angst #angst with a happy ending #abby tlou #wlw yearning #wlw concepts #fanfic #very angsty #ellie smut #wlw #ellie tlou #lesbians #idk gang

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I'm 🤏 this close to being done with the first chapter of thin ice but y’all I’ve been so tried like holy shit. Anyways I’ll try to drop it hopefully to tmr (or late tmr night)

#ellie williams x reader #tlou2 #tlou #ellie x fem reader #wlw

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(¯`·¸.-~*´¨¯`*·~-. 𝕋𝕙𝕚𝕟 𝕚𝕔𝕖 .-~*´¨¯`*·~-.¸·´¯)

⋆ ❆ ℂ𝕠𝕞𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕤𝕠𝕠𝕟❆ ⋆

Summary: After a harrowing confrontation with her family, the reader finds herself fleeing from home, seeking refuge on the doorstep of a distant aunt's house. Desperate for a fresh start and eager to break free from the shackles of her past trauma, she dreams of embracing the freedom and joy that adulthood promises. Determined to carve out her own path, she sets her sights on attending a local college, yearning for the chance to rebuild her life on her own terms. Away from her days in Arizona, and cheerleading reader strives forward in the cold unfamiliar country side of Jackson. However, fate takes an unexpected turn as she reluctantly dives into the world of hockey, a sport she vehemently despises…along with her bitchy teammate Ellie…

Notes!: Reader is 19 Ellie is 21. Ellie is dating cat at first, and has a small annoyance with reader. There might be a few parts with Abby tryna hit on reader but I promise is not a three way. This will be slow burn!!!! Because idk eventual smut eats sorry y’all. Also this is poc friendly because duh I am a poc but do correct me if I make some mistakes pls!

TW: self-image issues, identity struggle, trauma, PTSD, religious trauma, homophobia, internal homophobia, eventual smut, drinking, drugs, addiction, abandonment issues, attachment issues.

*Master list*

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Chapter One: Jackson is much colder than Arizona…You can already feel homesick…how are you gonna tell your aunt why you’re here… she and her wife definitely don't want some unstable kid on their hands…is bad after everything you still miss Hannah?…this sucks…

Chapter two: fuck hockey…fuck the snow fuck all of it! Especially that Williams chick? Who does she think she is?! It’s not like you actually chose to do this shit…god you miss cheerleading…

Chapter three: she was never a fox…but another lamb awaiting the slaughter. A new sacrifice to his sins…please don't ruin her…

Chapter four: after last weeks shit show maybe some training will do you good…even if it means being Williams understudy….

Chapter five: to be continued…

Etc:…

Tags: @thefrogthatsmokes @vqxen

#ellie williams smut #ellie williams x female reader #ellie williams x reader #tlou #tlou2 #ellie x fem reader #wlw #angst #ellie tlou #abby anderson #dina tlou #jessie tlou #angst with a happy ending #tlou angst #slow burn #eventual smut #lesbians #slight Abby x reader

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HOCKEY FIC

ITS COMING I SWEAR, I’m gonna make it a series. Working on it rn 🙏

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𝕯𝖊𝖘𝖙𝖗𝖚𝖈𝖙𝖎𝖛𝖊 𝖉𝖊𝖘𝖎𝖗𝖊𝖘

Notes!: HIII, this chapter picks up a little more…and has some smut. Also how do you add links to previous chapters??? I don't know how this app works.Umm, that’s all I gotta say really fill free to give me submissions too! But y’all I’m obsessing over Ethel Cain give her a listen…ANYWAYS ENJOY. (sorry this took so long to write I was being lazy ngl and I FUCKING HATE writing on here it’s so hard)

Also be sure to read the first chapter!:3

Chapter one!

TW: self-image issues(briefly), Smut, self-pleasure (Ellie and reader are switches cause why the fuck are y’all leaving Dom/Ellie with blue balls), praise, humiliation (I can’t help myself), scissoring, And dependency and I mean DEPENDENCY

⋆ ᖭི༏ᖫྀ ⋆

↞ blood thirst↠

“I love you like a rotten dog, I love you like my canines are falling out of my gums, like a monster, like a beast, like something not worth loving back…”

Amidst the desolation of the city, nestled within the eerie confines of an abandoned bank, past crumbling cement barely holding form lay you and Ellie venturing deeper into the ruins. Outside, tall grass swayed gently in the rain-soaked landscape. Greenery curled beautifully through every crack of debris in the once-modern city. Coating old highways in fluffy fields of earth, and streets now flooded rivers as nature takes over once more. Sights that could have been radiant in a sense…If you weren’t worried about what could be lurking amongst the serenity. Your feet still throbbing with each agonizing step, fatigued from looting for hours on end. Leading up to Ellie finding a withered note about a stash held up inside the forsaken vault. However it didn’t quite mention the amount of infected roaming inside. While fungus within the old building wasn't unexpected, you hoped fervently that the loot still awaited, praying that the note wouldn't prove to be a futile expenditure of both ammunition and time.

Especially since Ellie had recklessly fired off her pistol, taking down a runner with a clear headshot, inadvertently alerting other nearby infected. "Ellie! G-god damnit!..." You scowled in frustration as she rushed ahead, swiftly dispatching another runner by sinking her switchblade into its skull. Left to fend for yourself, you quickly dropped to the ground, seizing a bottle and hurling it at a snarling infected woman. The glass shattered, slicing through her already rotten skin with added ferocity, eliciting a piercing screech of agony as you swiftly moved in, driving a blade fiercely through her neck ripping it through the jugular spurting the dusty floor in her fluids.

Without a moment to spare, you whirl around, deftly sliding your hunting rifle off your sore shoulder. With practiced precision, you tug back the bolt roughly and fire off a shot at another runner's head, splitting it into fleshy gore. Swiftly discarding the spent shell, you tug back the bolt again with a sharp 'cha-chunk!' before unleashing another round at a wailing clicker, its arms flailing wildly. The thick, fungus-ridden skin yields to your bullets, severing its leg and leaving the monster to shriek sluggishly as it attempts to crawl over, bleeding out.

Amidst the chaos of battle, you were abruptly interrupted as another clicker forcefully pulls you back into its chest. Your heart sinks as you catch a glimpse of its rotten teeth from the corner of your eye, prompting you to react instinctively by slamming your elbow back into its stomach. Your head snaps at the sound of Ellie calling out your name, alerting you to imminent danger. Sliding a crowbar across the floor, readying you to confront the threat ahead.

The clicker, unfazed by your attack, now poised to retaliate, lets out a piercing shriek, its clicking intensifying as it bares its teeth. Its head twitches with anticipation, ready to lunge at you once more. Until a loud growl ripped from your chest, as you curled your arms back, slamming the bar into the center of the bright orange cordyceps curling from its face. Quickly yanking the rusty crowbar back, as the clicker shrieks in agony. Straightening up pathetically in defense, only to be met with another forceful blow to the jaw, blood spurting as rotten teeth shatter under the impact. With a fierce strike, you snap its neck, much like the crowbar snaps in your grip.

With ragged breath and clenched teeth, you tossed aside the now useless scrap metal, hissing softly as you rolled your strained shoulder. "Fuck..." you huffed bitterly in frustration, kicking aside the mutant body with a twinge of guilt. Despite its infection, the brutality of the kill left a bitter taste in your mouth, causing your gaze to soften as you panted. This thing was once a person, despite its attempts to devour you. It had a name and a family, though, in the heat of the moment, you couldn't help but recall the harsh argument with Ellie when you had the crowbar in your grip.

How the fuck could she say that to you…. after everything? After Joel? You were the one who stood by her side, the one who rushed to her aid whenever she needed it... did you truly hold no significance to her? Did all those nights in Jackson simply vanish? God, you longed for simplicity, to be a normal nineteen-year-old again... reading her dorky comics, cuddling up in her bed, letting her play with your hair and pepper you with kisses while you read…..You hated how much this trip was affecting you…how it was destroying Ellie. She was the small sliver of normality in your life and she was seeping away through your bruised knuckles.

And that thought made your stomach churn with nausea…and your eyes to brim with tears.

You will not lose her.

You exhale shakily, running your bloody hands through your hair as you scan the area for your girlfriend. Muffling your horrified breaths with pants, you meet her fierce emerald gaze with dilated eyes. Luckily, Ellie seems preoccupied and focused on her task at hand. She pulls her blade from the runner's stomach, splattering her shirt with small speckles of crimson. With a dismissive scoff, she lets the body drop to the floor, wiping the blood from the blade before slipping it back into her jeans. "Are you okay?" she asks, despite her obvious exhaustion. You nod in response, swallowing a tight lump in your throat. "Yeah," you grumble softly in frustration. Still, clearly annoyed with her, she kept quiet she focused back on the mission opening the heavy vault with your help.

Half a cart of shotgun rounds, a dusty bottle of whiskey, and a few measly scraps of pistol parts.

How fucking pleasant.

⋆ ᖭི༏ᖫྀ ⋆

The scent of salt from the nearby ocean, once inviting, now filled you with revulsion. Despite your longing to escape the cold confines of Wyoming and glimpse the vast expanse of the sea, you were desperate to flee the perilous situation surrounding you. With arms folded tightly across your chest, you gazed up at the darkening sky and surveyed the dilapidated city below. Quietly approaching your companion, you observed her marking up the map, choppy brows knitted in concentration, lips pressed together, freckled cheeks glistening with the mist of salty rain. A gorgeous sight…if she wasn't a total dick…Seemingly unfazed by her surroundings, while you felt on the verge of collapse.

“We need to find cover for the night.” You muttered dryly, still bitter about the brief argument held that afternoon. And as much as Ellie hated it night was creeping in, a time usually welcomed back in Jackson— after a good meal, a long shower, all nuzzled up in warm blankets snug in the safety of your own abode. But to your misfortune, night only meant more threats. Even if there were less wolves on your ass, there were still probably thousands of infected just waiting for supper.

Despite her reluctance, Ellie silently acknowledged your wisdom, though she refrained from admitting it aloud. She understood the folly of persisting along her current path, recognizing it as a reckless flirtation with death. With a frustrated sigh, she acquiesced, nodding in agreement. "Come on," she urged, gesturing ahead, "I bet we can find rest in at least in one of these old buildings" With determination, she set off, navigating the somber, dimming streets, while you trailed behind, ever watchful for lurking dangers. Fortunately, the only sounds were the faint groans of towering skyscrapers teetering on the brink of collapse. As you both pressed on in search of shelter, the task seemed more daunting than anticipated.

⋆ ᖭི༏ᖫྀ ⋆

Silently, you and Ellie maneuvered through the fractured streets, her leading the way as you pressed on with a sluggish jog, ascending into elevated trenches. Every movement scraped your skin raw, leaving fleshy burns on your bare elbows. While flooded areas sent a painful chills through your buckled knees with each step. Despite the toll on your body, you remained vigilant, noting every sound, every flicker of light, searching for any signs of life among the desolation. In this world where society was but a tarnished memory, a mere fairytale within the elderly.

Infected weren’t the real threat out here…

Alas, your hopes were answered when your lover broke your dreadful thoughts with good news. “Hey! Over here!” Ellie's voice cut through the patter of rain, drawing you back with a quickened pace. You found her beneath the looming facades of the multi-business area, her gaze fixed on the few unbarred entrances. “Place is boarded up everywhere except those doors I’m gonna check it out, give me a boost okay?” she directed, and you complied, crouching down as she ascended onto your shoulders, reaching for the outer ledge of the second story. After a swift reconnaissance inside, she leaned down to lend you a hand, her grip firm as you hoisted yourself up, finally joining her on the second floor. Exhausted, you released a soft sigh of gratitude before turning the metal doorknob and stepping into the desolation beyond.

"Thank god," you grumbled, pulling off your soaked hood and clicking on a flashlight to illuminate the surroundings. With a sweep of your wrist, you took in the dismal remnants of what was once a gym: dusty weights, a treadmill, some deflated yoga balls. Grateful that the place seemed intact, you turned your attention to a corner where a few sleeping bags and an old mattress lay, seemingly dragged in. Your heart sank as you spotted crafted bombs and wolf snares, sending a shiver down your spine. "Shit," you muttered under your breath, scanning the area for any hidden dangers. "I don't think we should stick here long..."

Your comment caused Ellie's gaze to harden as she strode over, scouring the area for any clues pertaining to the blonde woman she was hunting. However, her search yielded nothing but old sleeping bags and a few meager cans of food, long since stored and forgotten.“…Been a while since someone’s been by….but we should probably get a look around..” she muttered bitterly, her disappointment palpable as she briefly glanced over a few old letters before tucking them away in her bag.

“Anything good?” You inquired, striding ahead to survey the area while your girlfriend let out a sigh. “Not really…just some shit about supplies not far off…might be worth a detour” she murmured, veering off in the opposite direction to inspect the locker rooms. Left alone, you explored the lobby and office area, relieved to find little of interest, though your nerves were on edge, despite anxiously looking for any hiding infected. But even so, you were graciously “rewarded” by the fucked up universe as you peeked into the staff room spotting an old vending machine.

A weary smile curved your lips, followed by a laugh of relief as you shattered the dusty glass with a spare bottle from your bag. Swiftly kneeling to gather up the old snacks, a rare find in a world where food not in a rusty can was a luxury. Unfortunately, your joy was brief before a loud bang and a screeching wail of infected broke the fragile peace. Without hesitation, you dashed towards the locker rooms, where you spotted your girlfriend struggling against a stalker. Who seemed to just sprung from hiding. With a swift motion, Ellie withdrew a switchblade and pierced the rotting it's jugular, ending the threat without a moment's hesitation.

"MOTHERFUCKER!" she growled, her voice laced with fury and adrenaline, as she yanked the blade across its throat roughly, crimson splattering her cheek as the life drained from the fungal corpse. Leaving it to convulse, choking on its own fluids in a desperate struggle for release before succumbing to death's embrace. While you watched her feeling time stop for a fleeting moment once more, allowing you to observe the intensity of her violence. A part of your mind flirted with forbidden temptation, finding a twisted pleasure in her brutality. Yet, another part of you couldn't help but feel a twinge of empathy for the victims—the lives you've taken on this path of vengeance.

She was the epitome of beauty and danger…

a sight that stirred warmth in your belly and sent your heart aflutter….

You feared her…ached for her…

for the touch of her skin and the soft praises she’d had once muttered…

This wasn't the same girl you fell in love with; she had morphed into something worse, plummeting down a path of vengeance too swift for comprehension.

But yet you were chasing and chasing loyally behind…whining for scraps or a soft pat on the head…

You were begging to feel her…to devour her….to become one…to become whole….

She was turning into a monster blindly walking towards vengeance….while you for grasping for the comfort of intimacy….like a wish flopping for air…helpless without water….

There was something horribly wrong with you….something too painful to define...an addiction that would leave you to curl up and vomit in her brief absences.

You gulp hoarding your unmistakable needs, rushing over quickly. Masking heat in your stomach…and a weight on your heart. “Fucking Christ, are you good?” You blurted out in a panicked rush, breathless. She nodded, her grip tight on the bloodied blade as she slid it into her back pocket. “Yeah…just fucking…came at me from the stall….” She muttered through heavy pants running her hand over her chest to relieve her rapid heart.

“Well….place is clear…..from what I saw..” You muttered sighing softly while she hummed in agreement finally looking around the large locker room a bit more. Her emerald eyes glimmered with determination as she approached an old generator, pulling at it persistently until it sputtered to life, casting the building in a white flickering glow. “Oh fuck yeah..” she breathed out, a fleeting smile gracing her lips, infecting yours with warmth. “Nice babe.” You praised softly, surveying the surroundings in the pale illumination before making your way to one of the showers, hoping for a stroke of luck. You twisted the dusty nozzle and out spewed a stream of green, grimy muck before gradually turning into a tepid, rust-stained flow. Cold and tainted, yet still a welcomed sight, at least for now.

"Hey, check this out," you exclaimed proudly, prompting the auburn-haired girl to turn her head with a soft 'yessss.' "You go ahead, I'll set up," you added, walking out of the locker room to respect her privacy. In the gym lobby, you rearranged a few dusty sleeping bags along with dragging out the desolate mattress, lightly beating them before fixing up a makeshift bed. After the brief chore, you plopped down, kicking off your worn-out boots and exhaling deeply to relax. Closing your eyes briefly, you welcomed the calm before Ellie emerged from the locker room a few moments later.

Her flushed skin glowed with cleanliness after scrubbing, while her choppy auburn hair, still damp, dripped water onto her freckled shoulders. She casually strolled over, clad in a simple off-white sports bra and gray cotton boyshorts, her lean body slightly bruised like yours as she effortlessly carried her dirty clothes, tossing them aside. Letting you shamefully take in her body…and her small clothed breasts…those toned thighs…You let out a soft huff to snap you from your thoughts. This wasn't the time…though when is it ever?… it's not like relationships past outbreak day were fucking normal themselves.

“I let some soap in there for you…sucks we can’t fucking wash our clothes” Ellie announced hoarsely, obliviously walking over to sit beside you on the pallet. "Thanks," you hushed quickly, masking your fluster with a dismissive nod, scrambling up to head to the locker room, cursing yourself silently as a gentle warmth enveloped your belly.

Seeking solace, you finally find relief in upcoming cleanliness, although it doesn't extend to your mental state. You rush to peel away your soiled clothes, shedding your sweaty, blood-coated shirt, along with your sun-bleached jeans, and finally discarding your dirty socks and muddy sneakers. Glancing at your bareness in one of the dusty windows, you feel a slight wave of sickness wash over you at the sight.

Your shoulders, still sensitive and flushed, bear the marks of clawing, while your breasts are tainted with dry blood from the wounds. Scattered bruises adorn your abdomen and back, some trailing down to your thighs, their origins lost in the blur of violence. You've been mindlessly treading this brutal path, cutting down anyone who crossed you or Ellie. Despite the numbness, you're reminded of your humanity; your body, despite its capacity for pain and damage to others, is still soft flesh, no match for metal or the knuckles of other survivors. You were going to scar…and what you couldn't show mentally your body was soon going to bear.

Yet, moments ago you were shamelessly ogling Ellie as if she hadn't shown what little care she had for your presence. You were a fool a stupid girl still head over heels for your lover even in this horrific state. You lacked any experience, except the few times you had slept with her or played with yourself in brief isolation. What makes you even think Ellie would be attracted to you like this? You're so desperate to cling to her as if things were fucking normal.

But they weren't.

Ellie's singular focus became glaringly clear: to eliminate Abby, no matter how unsettling or repulsive it felt to you. Despite your attempts to sway her, there seemed to be no amount of reasoning or demonstration of worth that could deter her from this path of vengeance. And you'll continue to follow and beg for touch like a weeping puppy lying belly up…. vulnerable to rejection….loyally staying for affection.

A soft sigh escapes your lips as you turn away from the mirror and step into the once-pristine shower. The cold water cascades over your bare form, sending shivers down your spine as it soothes the tension in your sore skin. Dirt and old blood trickle slowly down the rusty drain as you scrub harshly at your sweaty skin with the meager amount of soap on the old rag. Your nails ruffle and scratch harshly at your oily scalp, attempting to quiet your spiraling thoughts and the heavy weight on your heart. Despite the fleeting despair, your body still thrums with anticipation at the thought of your lover. Even if you try to mask it, to play off your fear and emotions, there's an undeniable attraction toward Ellie that cannot silence the flutter in your core. The strain between you too left you pathetically trying not to touch yourself to ease the wetness in your cunt…you both were fucked up…but still humans aching to be accompanied.

Though Ellie had discarded you plenty.

You could barely remember the last time you felt her body against yours. Head tilted back, bottom lip tucked gently under your teeth you reminisced Idaho…the start of your travels. Seeking shelter in an abandoned cabin escaping the snow blanketed the woods outside. Barely able to keep away from the cold..till her nude body was pressed up against yours under heavy fur pelts. Her dry lips dampened by your tongue between slow heated kisses….briefly parting when they brushed your neck…to the shell of your ear….till wrapping around your cold puckered buds. While her fingers pumped in and out of your weeping cunt. Swollen folds parted gently keeping her thumb occupied as it rubbed your puffy clit…pleading for you to keep still so she’d fuck you nice and slow.

“That’s it….keep making those pretty sounds for me…”

“Good girl…come on…you can take it….thats it…just like that….”

“Stay still for me baby…so fucking pretty for me….”

She cooed gently while her warm breath ghosted her cheek as she pecked your pouty lips sucking softly on your tongue as you whimpered into her kisses. Through your climax was interrupted, when a runner made itself known by slamming on the bedroom door. Awakened by your pathetic sobs for release…and shattering your longed intimacy…

The bittersweet memory hadn't helped you much as your eyes fluttered open once more. Your lips tugging into a soft pout as you pull your fingers from your puffy clit. Leaving your fingertips stickily glistened with arousal before you tip them into the cold water neglecting your desire further. Reluctantly you turn off the shower, deeming yourself clean enough for now.

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After drying off with a towel salvaged from an old bench, a sigh of contentment escaped your lips. Running your fingers through your dripping hair, you couldn't help but appreciate the semblance of cleanliness it brought. Rummaging through your cluttered bag, you were relieved to discover a slightly stained cami and a faded pair of panties. After a quick glance in the mirror, you noted the flush of your cheeks from the recent self-indulgence, the goosebumps peppering your skin, and the bruises accentuated by the lingering cold water.

So much for looking better…

You gathered your bag leaving the dim locker rooms to return to Ellie quietly jotting down in her journal perched up in the crappy bed you two would be sharing for the night. With her knees drawn close to her chest, the dark grey journal lay over her toned thighs, her copper hair spilling messily across her forehead. As she lifted her head at the sound of your soft footsteps, her emerald eyes traced your form. A gentle parting of her lips and a hitch in her breath caught your attention, before she quickly averted her gaze, shamefully closing her book.

"Dinner" was a somber affair, if you could even call it that, with only a few measly cans of vegetables to pass as a meal. Ellie had already devoured her portion long before you, a habit you'd noticed due to her tendency to avoid meals, though her reasons..she wouldn’t speak of and you wouldn't dare pry…Sitting quietly beside you in the muted ambiance, her emerald eyes flickered between you and the dim, dancing light in a repetitive pattern she had grown accustomed to. It was evident she had something on her mind, the subtle shifts in her posture and the nervous nibbling of her bottom lip betraying her inner turmoil. You sensed the weight of guilt hanging over her, yet you also knew her well enough to understand that she struggled to articulate her emotions. She had always been more comfortable with silence than words, a trait unchanged since her arrival in Jackson. Still as quiet and stubborn as the day you met her…yet you’re still hooked on her..like a puzzle to unsolve…counting the slow licks to the soft center. Waiting for a taste of the dewy core…to see her as weak and needy as you…

God..you could only imagine seeing her smile again…

Even if this was becoming a fatal chase…

Once your stomach felt uncomfortably full from the meager meal, you pushed what remained of your portion towards her, a new habit born from weeks of scraping by. It was a small offering, but you had grown accustomed to consuming little, barely able to stomach a plate of food even if you even had the choice. “Thanks.” Her muttered dryly in graciousness as she began to eat your fill. Her gaze softening as she looked over at you, like a stumped little girl in time out. “I….I wanted to say…I’m sorry for earlier…look I know you’re tired, and well do am I..” she paused with a harsh swollen mow of guilt between her chews before discarding the can next to her. Letting her hand rest on your bare thigh, her thumb tracing a soft pattern of affection. “I’m glad that you’re here…that you’re with me…I couldn’t have done any of this shit without you.” She added hoping for a sliver of mercy

Despite her attempt at an apology, it was quickly overshadowed by the sensation of her calloused hand coming to rest on your bare skin, sending a flutter through your heart like an excited child. You struggled to maintain a stern facade, inwardly chastising yourself for your weakness. Barely even able to remember your frustration. …"It's... it's fine," you murmured softly in response, your hand instinctively covering hers, a faint smile playing at your lips. "It was stupid…I just…well…we just..should get some rest. This whole thing has got us on edge..."

Ellie's gaze flickered as she listened. You knew there was so much she could say..so much she could do…But instead, she offered a soft smile in return. “right...I…I should..just sleep” she mumbled giving your thigh a firm squeeze, before leaning over to plant a gentle, apologetic kiss on your cheek. The gesture elicited a giddy smile from your lips, and without hesitation, you leaned in to capture her lips in a genuine kiss. Catching her off guard, Ellie gasped briefly before melting into your embrace, reciprocating the kiss with equal fervor. Her hand quickly moving to cup the back of your neck your lips brushed each others slowly with soft smacks. Before she pulled back making your heart immediately drop and a soft whimper to hitch from your throat.

“What’s wrong?….” She questioned tauntingly seeing you nudge forward attempting to chase her lips….” you want more?…” Ellie added in a rasped whisper making your thighs tense. While you straightened up eagerly sitting on your heels cheeks flushed in embarrassment for being so desperate.

But god….

That sly fucking smirk…

It made your stomach flip and chin tremble with a pathetic nod. “Please Ellie please-” You whispered till abruptly being caught off by her lips once more as she tugged you closer by the plush fat of your hips. Making your cunt ache between your thighs, scrambling to straddle her hips. While your hands curl into her Auburn hair tugging it gently. Heart fluttering, heat curling into the pit of your belly with each slow kiss. Your hips instinctively buckled for an ounce of abrasion. Drawing a chuckle from Ellie in return pulling back only to hush softly—

“So needy…”

Sending yet another pulse straight to your core followed by a small attempt to rut once more, till her firm palms groped your flanks in disproval. “Patience baby…” she cooed in a goading tone. Tilting her head a tad bit letting her nose kiss yours and her breath wafted your trembling lips…Absolutely charmed by your chase she leaned in tugging your bottom lip softly. Drawing a soft hitch from you, willingly parted your lips letting your tongue poke out testing her will.

But nothing….rather a gentle..

“Tsk….tsk….”

Concluded with a wet peck on your pout, and another erupting chuckle. Though, any other time you would find this endearing…or just as amusing. You found yourself rather frustrated…yearning for a move. “Ellie please…please just-“

You plead only to be rudely interrupted once more by a tug on your waist dragging your sopping wet cunt to rest on her bare thigh. Forcing a small whimper to escape your lips, and your head to shyly dip onto her shoulder. “What was that?” The aubrunette purred moving her calloused palms to cup your soft ass encouraging you to hump her femur…like a desperate puppy in heat.

Pathetically eager…you did just that. Mewling and whining letting your heavy breaths ghost her freckled cheek. So ashamed to admit how easily you could get off, with the help of your damp panties chafing your swollen sex. But you weren't the only one pleased..quite frankly Ellie was absolutely soaked…pulsating even but she was never simple….

“Hmph….mmph….” You huffed contentedly, nestling into her warm neck, inhaling the soft scent of sandalwood, while your palms gently pressed against her lean back, your nails barely grazing her pale skin. Your hips bucking joltingly, whenever clit bumped the start of her knee.

God…you felt so high…so stupidly drunk off her…

“Look at you…making a mess on my thigh…. you're so fucking wet aren’t you sweetheart…” she hummed calmly monitoring you with a fierce stare letting her nails curl into the plushness of your ass….You knew she was going to snap easily by the way her chest rose slowly in heavy hitches….

Along with the blossoming damp spot in her tight briefs…

And you were so horribly eager for it too, daringly tipping your head back in pleasure. Plush lips parted…eyes fluttered shut bouncing on her toned thigh, now glistened with your arousal. “Fucking Christ….” she growled softly underneath her breath, sitting up straight to smash her lips against yours. In such a painfully hungry way….as her hands slowly hoist your panty-clad ass up tightly gripping your under thighs. Forcing your breath to hitch and her warm tongue to invade your lips. Which you keenly accepted meeting hers in lazy traces accompanied but soft pants. While your hands trailed down from her chopper lock, and over her breasts cupping them in your palms, drawing a soft groan from your lover. Ellie pulled back, your swollen lip tucked between her teeth keeping her eyes locked on yours before letting go.

“So pretty…” she hummed flicking her tongue softly over your lips making you whine in return. “Please…El…” You managed to huff out once more as your lover panted wet kisses over your jaw..and down your neck letting her tongue brush over your neck. “Please what…come on baby you know better…” She remarked sternly letting her hands run down your bare thighs gently.

Flushed and consumed by lust, your mind blurred, succumbing to a familiar ache that pulsed like a second heartbeat, coursing through your nerves. You had no care for pride…or grudges you held all day. She was here…she was in your grasp….she knew just how to make you beg.

“Please….fuck me…”

Ellie smirked as she pulled away from your neck, effortlessly hoisting you off her thigh and flipping you onto your back. With cocky confidence, she leaned over you, her lips teasingly grazing yours before descending to assault your neck. Just like that, your prayers were swept off you…handed over so easily like a beautifully wrapped gift. Your breath hitched softly feeling yourself melt over her heated lips. Creating pleasureful bruises all over your sore body in marks…worthy of baring.

Departing briefly after proudly looking over the scattered hickeys trailing down to your collarbone. Ellie smirked resting her chin just above your heart while her hands gently palmed your clothed tits. “Mm gonna fuck you so good baby…just sit and look pretty for me…” she purred lowly. Moving to sit back on her knees, toned arms crossing deliciously over her chest as she shredded off her grimy sports bra. Ruffling her Auburn hair along the way triggering you to swoon over her beauty with ease. You didn't waste a second more sitting capturing one of the rose buds between your plush lips. Sucking softly, tearing a groan from Ellie's throat. Motivating you to edge on harder only to be swiftly put back in your place. When a sharp tug at your hair pulls you back from the hardened bud.

“Bold….” Ellie rasped with a snarky smirk dawned on her lips before securing them back on yours. While her hands busied themselves tearing off your own bra. Flushed and bare-chested, you obediently, let your back meet the firm mattress once more. By then you were so desperate for more you bucked your hips up against her toned pelvis, your thighs firmly clutching her hips. Your lover whined softly in return rolling her hips over the soft cries that poured between kisses. Impatiently tearing herself from your honeyed grasp she ducked. Flicking her tongue out to plant a long stripe up your bare tit to your collarbone. Trailing warm kisses down your heaving belly as while you struggle to catch your breath.

“You’re fucking soaked baby….” Ellie groaned firmly grasping your plush thighs and tugging you harshly down. Clashing the tip of her nose against your clothed clit. “F-fuck Ellie please…please I'm so…mmph..!” You desperately squealed arching your back over the jolt. While her warm tongue lazily traced your weeping mound tasting your arousal leaking out the fabric. “Mmph….so sweet…so fucking good….” Ellie whined lazily between sopping kisses, practically mouthing your clothed pussy drunkenly. Till she pulled back fluttering, her hooded emeralds open. Tracing the sight of your pulsing sex now lewdly nude under the white cotton of your panties.

That sight alone could've made her cum…

Quickly, Ellie shifts back in a blur swiftly ripping your panties down your thighs carelessly tossing them away. Parting only briefly to shed off her own underwear, to reveal her soaked pussy tucked under a neat auburn bush. You could feel your breath hitch over the sight of her puffy clit poking out from neglect, just before she hovered over again. “Fuck…I’m so wet…. ’m gonna make you feel so good, baby…” Your lover huffed brows furrowed, bottom lip tucked between her teeth, pushing your left leg up letting your calf rest against her chest.

You could feel your heart tighten looking up at the auburn-haired girl your pussy pulsing over that tantalizing smirk. “This for me?” she cooed slapping your bare pussy, chuckling over your pathetic jolts. You nod flushed and smiling lazily purring a soft-“Mhm~…” Ellie, amused by your provocative whine rewarded you by slotting her soaked pussy against yours. Earning a long whine from your throat as your clits bumped each other. “F-fuck….oh f-fuck….” You mewled quickly grasping Ellie's slender hips as she began to rut against your pussy. As if you couldn't get any wetter…

“A-ahh…hummph……fucking….Christ baby….” Ellie huffed, her head tilted back her eyes fluttered shut. While her voice delectably trembled to a whine much like yours. Your mind was completely fucked, your eyes so lazily hooded, your while skin glistened with sweat. The room slowly reeking of sex along with an obscenity of the squelching noises and cries of pure bliss. “S-so good…” You babbled whining helplessly rolling your flanks to meet her eager pussy, your back arched painfully rough feeling her clit brush messily against yours. “F-fuck don't stop don't stop don't-” you added squealing over every rough slap of your cunts together.

Ellie grunted leaning down more, watching your face stir in desperation along with the gentle bounce of your tits. Nearly pushing your thigh up to your chest as she fucked you so lewdly, so rough, and animalistic. Making you swear you could see fucking stars. “Mm….you like that…h-ahh… ’m gonna fuck you so good baby…gonna cum all over your pretty pussy…” she growled sternly making you mewl and hump her pussy sloppily trying to chase your high. “Y-yes! Y-yes….F-fuck…Ellie!” You sobbed feeling heat run down the pit of your belly shooting to your weeping pussy. Till suddenly waves crashed quickly over you as your cum soaked her flushed pussy stickily.

Not sparing a second your lover squeezed your hips assuringly holding them up as she rolled her hips quicker. “El…El!…s’ too much!” you cry out softly in oversensitivity, while she used you to get off. “Come on baby… mmph f-fucking take it…take it pretty girl I know you can” she demanded roughly. Tilted her head to nip harshly on your calf muffling her moans against your skin. “Yeah…y-yeah…just like that baby…o-oh my fucking….” The auburn-haired girl whined her hips jolting, harshly rubbing her hardened clit against yours. Before one last rut forced her to spill over the edge, painting your puffy cunt in her milky arousal.

The two of you sat there for a moment, flushed and breathlessly exchanging fierce gazes concluded with messy kisses. Before the warmth slowly settled into a shiver….Ellie’s body, now resting tiredly at your side. Your eyes locked on the dark ceiling above you…listening to the soft patter of rain coming to an end. While small leaks dabbled down to your bare skin….The sun was rising trailing in through dusted windows, kissing your bare bodies…but frigidity remained….

Back to the hunt…

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