Softer on My Stomach [Ao3 Original]

Jackson welcomed you as a refugee, taking you under their wing like you had been family since birth. They didn't know who you were, nor the terrible atrocities you'd committed with your previous faction. All they knew was that a scrawny teenager stood at their gates, emaciated and battered... and that didn't scare them. Not as much as it should have.

Still, your young self was grateful that the 'Jacksonians' saw you as useful. Especially to your now best friend, Christine. Okay, maybe to her you were useful in the "listens to my endless gossip" kind of way, but still useful.

Between drinking on Fridays with Christine, and your steady work in the garden, it was impossible to get side-tracked. Not with friends or drama or love. Especially not love. You weren't made for that kind of thing.

Right?

Tags: Ellie Williams (The Last of Us) / Reader, Ellie Williams (The Last of Us), reader insert, No use of y/n, Eventual Smut, Smut, Lesbian Sex, Comfort, no beta we die like Joel, too soon?, beta reader called me a liar, Slow Burn, canon typical violence, not canon compliant, lesbian reader

"And the first time that you kissed me
I drank dry the River Lethe
The Liffey would have been softer on my stomach all the same
But you spoke some quick new music
That went so far to soothe this soul
As it was and ever shall be
Unearth without a name."

- Hozier, First Time