'𝐏𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐫'- 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐢𝐥 𝐢𝐭 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐬 𝐨𝐧. "𝘚𝘰 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘯, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘬, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩...𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘮 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵?" Amelia is a bomb, ready to explode. And Ellie is a wall, unable to break. The unstoppable force, meets the immovable object. And the apocalypse is along for the ride. [𝙚𝙡𝙡𝙞𝙚 𝙭 𝙛𝙚𝙢 OC 𝙛𝙛] [𝙗𝙖𝙨𝙚𝙙 𝙤𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙮 𝙤𝙛 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙇𝙖𝙨𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙐𝙨- 𝙋𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝙄𝙄] [started 𝙤𝙣 09/01/23] [completed 𝙤𝙣 12/03/24] [𝘼𝙡𝙡 𝙥𝙡𝙤𝙩 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙤𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙞𝙣𝙖𝙡 𝙏𝙇𝙊𝙐 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙏𝙇𝙊𝙐2 𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙞𝙘𝙩𝙡𝙮 𝙗𝙚𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙮, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙘𝙖𝙣𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙗𝙚 𝙪𝙨𝙚𝙙 𝙞𝙣 𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙨 𝙤𝙧 𝙢𝙚𝙙𝙞𝙖 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙘𝙧𝙚𝙙𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙮.] Highest Rankings as of 05/08/23 (always wanted to do this!!) : #1 in #ellie #1 in #elliewilliams #1 in #elliethelastofus #1 in #tlou #1 in #abbyanderson #1 in #elliewilliams #1 in #thelastofus #1 in #wlw #1 in #lesbian

This is an 18+ fanfiction on Ellie Williams from The last of us. Before getting into the story, read bellow: Contains: -TLOU spoilers -murder scenes, violence -harsh language -sexual content The romance is between Ellie and a female character (Thea). Whether it's destined or not, two immune girls find themselves fighting against each other. After revealing the truth, Ellie takes Thea to Jackson to live with her, go on patrols and oh, so much more stuff. But after Joel's death, a huge misunderstanding takes place, leaving Thea abandoned and alone. It's up to Ellie to make everything right again. To find and save her from the brutal WLF. Read to find out more about their romance, journey and love. #1 Elliewilliams #1 Lastofus #1 Lastofustwo #1 Joel @heylolittaheyy

We know how it went and how it ended, seen everything there was to see, and read every thought. To sum it all up, it's a story about an unlikely pairing that falls in love. One fell first, and the other fell harder- fell so fucking hard that it destroyed them. They weren't meant for each other, not even close. Some years have gone by. New jobs were worked, and new relationships were explored. But life has a funny way of making you face your past one way or another.

"Jesus, hold still." The wind was sharp enough to sting my cheeks bright pink while Harry stood directly in front of me, adjusting his helmet over my head with careful hands. "I'm not even moving," I muttered with an eye roll. "Think that's you, genius." A quiet scoff left him, his fingers brushing my loose blonde hair away from my mouth before tightening the strap beneath my chin. Harry's hands stilled on the helmet buckle, the tip of his thumb brushing over the dimple on my chin. I didn't think he realized he was doing it until he lifted his eyes to mine. "Why do you keep looking at me like that?" I asked, my fingers playing with the hem of my leather jacket. "Like what?" The space between his brows creased. I blinked. "Like you're trying not to." Aoife Rhodes, warm-hearted and stubborn, arrives in London expecting an unforgettable summer with her big brother just before starting law school. Instead, she finds herself stranded with her brother's flatmate Harry, a stoic tattoo artist with a reputation no one seems willing to explain. But slowly, Harry's life begins to consume hers. And the deeper Aoife falls into it all, the harder it becomes to tell where Harry ends, and she begins. 18+ Mature & Explicit Content Read with Discretion HIGHEST RANKINGS: #1 in harrystyles #1 in onedirection All Rights Reserved to @onthewindowsill