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Liquid Smooth, tlou by sweetntngs
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Indigo Price was supposed to be dead. She wasn't supposed to survive, but fate clearly had a different idea. Now her blood might be the key to saving the world, humanity, and all its faults. Dragged out of hiding by the Fireflies, she gets shoved into the care of an angry smuggler who has a strange disliking to her, and a past he won't talk about. Indi had a simple plan: stay quiet, stay alive, and don't trust anyone. Especially not him. But the road ahead is long, twisted, and way too traumatising for a 14 year old. She doesn't know whats worse; dying young- or surviving like this.
GLOWING // The Last of Us Fanfiction by spider-writes
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[Follows Season 1 - ?] [UPDATES EVERY TUESDAY] "If everything had gone right... if the world was still how it used to be, we never would've met." When Jenna deserted from FEDRA and joined the Fireflies, she always figured she would get shot on patrol or get hanged for treason. She'd accepted that she was no more than a pawn in the pursuit of liberation in the Boston QZ. But when her entire patrol is killed, Jenna's purpose is finally clear: help deliver this random girl across the United States and save the world. Why? Because this "random" girl is immune. On her journey, Jenna discovers that she has the capacity to love, despite the apocalypse she calls home. It is isn't easy, and-Joel-the man who is accompanying them is a closed book... a mystery. Jenna never thought she would meet anyone who saw her as more than expendable, and she definitely didn't think Joel would be that person. "Well then... I'm glad it all went to shit." ── STARTED: 30/01/2023 FINISHED: Still in progress. ── 🏆ACHEIVEMENTS🏆 1 in #ellie 1 in #mandalorian 1 in #dindjarin 1 in #troybaker 1 in #thelastofusshow 1 in #playstation 1 in #hbo 1 in #hbomax 1 in #joel 1 in #pedro 8 in #thelastofus 1 in #pascal 1 in #ramsey 96 in #apocalypse 1 in #tlou ── ⚠️WARNING⚠️ mature themes, language, violence, weapons, sex, mentions of cannibalism and death. If you are uncomfortable with the themes in the show and the games then you SHOULD NOT read this book. Reader discretion advised. ── 🏷️TAGS🏷️ #pedropascal #pascalispunk #joelmiller #thelastofus #thelastofusshow #bellaramsey #mandalorian #dindjarin #elliewilliams
Held in the Ruins: A Joel Miller Story. by BleedingPages_
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She once held children's hands. Now she holds a gun. Before the fall, Odessa Void lived a life of quiet resilience-juggling medical school and working as a teacher's aide, finding purpose in the laughter of children. One of them was Sarah Miller, bright-eyed and full of promise. Her father, Joel, was just a face in the crowd, a quiet man Odessa spoke to only a handful of times-but something about him stayed with her. Then the world tore open. In the chaos of outbreak, Odessa lost everything. Her younger brother-the last of her family-was ripped from her arms. Grief forged her into something else: hardened, careful, lethal. FEDRA took her in, trained her, and used her. For years she taught in their military school, clinging to the innocence of the children around her to keep herself from becoming what they wanted. Among them was Ellie-sharp, restless, too smart for her own good. But Odessa saw what FEDRA was turning them into: soldiers. Weapons. And she couldn't stay. She vanished into the ruins, surviving alone-until a supply run gone wrong brings her face-to-face with the past: Joel Miller, now hardened by time, and Ellie, still burning with that same fire. Recognition flares between Ellie and Odessa. Joel doesn't remember-at least not right away. But something in Odessa pulls at him. In a world built on ash and blood, the three are bound by survival-but tied together by something quieter, older, and far more dangerous: memory. And in the wreckage of what was, memory may be the closest thing left to home.