❝Ain't it a gentle sound, the rolling in the graves?❞ (BOOK ONE) ( joel miller x fem! oc) (age gap!) (mature themes!) (follows the HBO show and game the last of us part i) (word count: 190.000 k) #1 thelastofus (03-09-2024) #1 elliewilliams (28-11-2024) ☢︎ kaynothanks, 2024 I do not own anything regarding The Last of Us. If it be characters, plot, or even some of the dialogue, and so on-it's all owned by HBO and Sony Computer Entertainment. The only thing I own is my character and the storylines I'll add. (completed 29. Dec. 2024)

"Dahlia Blossom. Don't let the name fool you. She's better known as the Black Dahlia. And she didn't earn that nickname by smiling and looking pretty." "She sure knows how to perform for the camera." "Because she knows how to play the game. She always has. Right from the very beginning. And for that reason alone, she may just be one of the deadliest Victors you come across. You need her on your side, Katniss... Or neither of you will be going home." *.·:·.✧ ✦ ✧.·:·.* 𝐎𝐧 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝟔𝟔𝐭𝐡 𝐇𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐆𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐃𝐚𝐡𝐥𝐢𝐚 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐛𝐨𝐫𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐮𝐬 𝐬𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐦𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐣𝐚𝐲. finnick odair x fem!OC pre-hunger games ⇢ mockingjay @madebyrach , 2023

She sat watching him intently, trying to find any change in his face. It is hard to see anyone who has become like your own body to you. - Willa Cather, from "Neighbour Rosicky," Collected Stories (Vintage, 1992)

In the world of the wealthy and powerful, an angel finds herself in need of protection, she is assigned a bodyguard - a beautiful and mysterious man. A man with secrets, but one who is determined to keep such an angel safe at all costs. She is drawn to him despite her better judgement, some excitement, some light into such a dark and dangerous life. // "We can't," I whispered, being the one to break the silence between us. The air between our faces was so thick it was almost as if it wasn't there anymore, I could hardly take in a breath. Everything was so warm, and the longer we spent like this, our lips just hovering an inch from each other, I became so much more aware of every way his body was touching mine. I hated him. We hated each other. Yet here we were, desperate to touch. "I know," Was all he said in response, darting his eyes down to my lips again, a small smirk on his face. Out of desperation, the way he had already got me so wound up, my body was overwhelmed by too many feelings. My hands travelled down from where I was grasping his biceps, I soothed my palms down his sides, his warm skin, before I was holding his hips, right above the waist band of the grey sweatpants he had on. He let out a low hum of approval, and a slow smirk spread across his face as soon as he realised what I was doing. His eyes met mine again and he tilted his head to the side, almost as if he was trying to figure out what I was thinking. He then blew out a slow breath, and the smirk on his face only grew wider before he whispered, "Fuck it." *** i loved you as icarus loved the sun. *** Start date - May 5 2022 ***