Beauty.

The Archer | Neteyam x Avatar!Reader

Summary: Your traumatic human life ended, making room for a new one amongst the Na'vi. You were a stone-cold areal hunter, death from above, but when your dad comes back from the dead with a mission that will endanger your life, what lengths would you go to to protect Neteyam and your new family?

Pairings: Neteyam x Avatar!Reader

Word Count: 20,2k (in progress)

Warnings/notes: much angst (you have been warned); mentions of death, violence, disease, mental illness, injury, blood; established relationship, swearing, smut (18+ , minors DNI)

A/N: The sequel to Illicit Affairs is here, and it will follow (all) the events of The Way of Water, so massive spoilers will be mentioned all throughout. I am so excited for this series, and I can't wait to share it with you. I love hearing your thoughts and comments and replies and asks, so please don't be shy, the serotonin fix it gives me is real, and I'm a phd student, i need that shit ok thank you enjoyyy xx

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I wake in the night, I pace like a ghost, the room is on fire, invisible smoke And all of my heroes die all alone, help me hold onto you

I've been the archer, I've been the prey Screaming, who could ever leave me, darling? But who could stay?

CHAPTER I: Miss Americana and the Heartbreak Prince

CHAPTER II: Out of the Woods

CHAPTER III:

CHAPTER IV:

CHAPTER V:

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DEALER!ELLIE X READER - CATWOMAN. [COLLEGE/UNIVERSITY AU].

WORD COUNT - 3,282.

RATING - 18+. [use of alcohol, use of marijuana, oral sex reader!receiving].

SUMMARY - smitten with a woman she’s never seen before, ellie is willing to give free weed to the femme fatale with nothing in return, but you too stubborn to leave ellie empty handed, you come up with an idea both you and ellie are attune about.

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Ellie had wished she had been born different, she had silently requested she wasn’t as easily obsessed as she was during this current life; it was Halloween and Dina and Jesse had dragged Ellie to a frat party after numerous of pleads for Ellie to get off her ass and celebrate with them. Ellie hated Halloween, she never told anyone why but she despised it, she had only accepted the invitation because she did not want to hear Dina complain any longer.

Currently, Ellie had backed herself up to one of the corners of the walls, she had her hand around one of the red cups that was offered to her the moment she entered the area. She had also been offered much booze, and she didn’t deny any of them, anything to get herself out of the grumpy mood was accepted. Moreover, aside from the beverages she had downed herself with, your appearance had to take the cake, you had strutted into the party with fierce confidence, the Cat Woman outfit you had worn had caused your provocative display to be even more appealing and arousing.

Ellie had noticed you had worn the Cat Woman outfit from the newest Batman movie, Ellie had watched your every single move, she was sweetly captivated by your allure and figure, she had observed that others had recognised the risqué attitude and appearance you had and it had commenced people to immediately attempt to offer you drinks, Ellie had found it funny with the way people had drooled and surrounded you. Yet, it had made her curious, she had never seen you before, and if she had seen you prior to this event, she would’ve indubitably remembered it.

Ellie had presently turned to look at her best friend, Dina who had currently been talking to one of the people in the party, but the moment Ellie had nudged her, she twisted her gaze towards Ellie, “Dina, who is she?”

Dina had then curved to observe who Ellie was talking about, the second Dina had recognised who her auburn haired friend was implying of, both of her eyebrows had quickly jerked upwards. “That’s [Y/N] du Armani,” Dina casually replied, “she’s a fashion student and she’s the daughter of the top sponsor of the University, she’s like crazy rich.”

“How comes I’ve never seen her before?” Ellie suspiciously inquired, Ellie had never even heard of you and if you had been the daughter of the top sponsor of the University, she would’ve thought she would’ve heard of your name by now.

Dina creepily smiled at Ellie’s question, she could easily tell that Ellie was intrigued by you, and she would’ve encouraged Ellie to come up to you, but she had heard things about you that had made Dina unsure if she’d want to have her friend smitten by you.

“I’ve been told most of the time that she stays in her dorm if she’s not in class, but other than that, Ellie, the girl’s a player, if you don’t want your feelings hurt don’t do anything with her.”

Perceptive to Dina’s information, Ellie gently beckoned her head, considerate of Dina’s short warning. The girl had then proceeded to drag her boyfriend to the dance floor the moment one of her favourite songs had blasted through the speakers; alone, Ellie lightly huffed through her lips and looked at her almost empty cup, she had thought to get a refill but she hadn’t been bothered to push herself off the wall and push through bodies that had pressed against each other.

“Are you the dealer?”

Shit, Ellie didn’t even see you making your way towards her, her eyes were wide and the grip around her cup had stiffened, the moment Ellie had recognised, that you had been talking to her she had blinked a couple of times, embarrassed that you had caught her in a daze motion.

You had laughed at her taken aback stance, it had seemed like Ellie had attempted to look behind her to make sure you were conversing with her, but her green eyes had just met with the wall that aided her balance. “Well, there’s no one behind you,” you lightly joked.

Ellie turned to face you again, she had seemed less surprised as she had tried to make herself seem less like a fool. “How do you know I deal? Are you the police?”

In faux let-down, you had looked down at your feet. “Maybe you’re not the dealer,” you said in error, yet, it had seemed like Ellie had taken your disappointment seriously which had caused her to widen her eyes.

“Oh, I do deal but I don’t have anything on me right now, shit, I’m sorry.”

You had lifted your face to face her, there was a small pout on your face but it was detectable. Your pout was dainty and pretty and it had pushed Ellie to want to help you with your weed problem, “that’s fine, I’ll look for someone else.”

“No, we can go back to my accommodation,” Ellie countered, she had hidden much of her stash there and had barely been detected for some reason, but she did not want to jinx anything and thank God that she hadn’t been exposed.

“Okay,” you had simply muttered, “I found the party boring anyways,” you hadn’t been in the party for more than thirty minutes, but you had just wanted people to see your erotic outfit you had made yourself. You had followed Ellie out of the frat party, she was a couple of steps ahead of you but had consistently checked if you were still behind her. “How comes you haven’t dressed up for Halloween?” Aside from her not wearing any costumes, you had observed that she had looked like a lumberjack.

“I hate Halloween,” Ellie bluntly answered, she hadn’t told anyone why she disliked the Holiday, the only people who knew the reason for her distaste of the event was her family, it wasn’t admittedly a topic she liked to converse about.

You had examined her up and down, humoured that she had hated Halloween but attended a Halloween party. “Then how comes you were at the frat party?”

“Because my friends forced me to come.”

“How would your friends feel when they learn that you left them to give me weed?” You curiously inquired, if she had seen the way your eyes had glistened, she would’ve thought you had a commodity sneaking up your sleeve, but it had actually lauded you that she was willing to take you to her accommodation, mayhap it was because she would be receiving money as an outcome.

Ellie had snickered at your comment and gently waved her hand as a short response. “They’d get over it.”

The entire walk towards her accommodation had been brimmed with the two of you endlessly conversing with each other, you hadn’t thought that you would be engrossed enough to have a long conversation with her. Though, Ellie had actually been an enticing person, she had informed you that she does Music but likes to do Art as a hobby along with reading comics, you had found it cute with the way she spoke about planets and how sometimes her words slurred due to the amount of alcohol she had consumed.

The both of you had eventually ended up at her accommodation, the walk was quite long but Ellie had used Jessie’s car to come to the frat party so there was no way he would’ve allowed Ellie to use his car for her business, and she did not want Dina to see that she had fell into the traps of the Cat Woman who stole everyone’s attention the minute she walked in.

The auburn-haired girl had checked if her roommate was in, fortunately the coast was clear, it wasn’t like Ellie was ashamed to bring you in, her roommate was nosy and loved to gossip. If she saw you behind Ellie she would’ve undeniably typed away. On the other hand, Ellie had been surprised that her roommate hadn’t snitched on Ellie about her weed business, perhaps it was because Ellie was sort of her dealer; howbeit, Ellie had assisted you to the shared sofa before she directed herself to where she kept her stash and decided to pre-roll you at least five blunts. You had been grateful for it, surprised even, people had pre-rolled you weed before but not five.

“Ellie, if I’ve known you longer, I would’ve thought you had a crush on me because of this,” you comically asserted while you had felt the dip of Ellie’s weight press beside you.

“Anything for the pretty lady,” she jokingly replied.

“Wanna smoke with me?” You offered, you had thought it would have been lame to end the night with the two of you not smoking anything together, moreover, the both of you had left the frat party because you had mutually found it disinteresting, the least you could do together is have a good time.

She had been quick to take out a lighter, and during her action you had pulled off the Cat Woman mask that had covered half of your face, as a consequence, the moment Ellie’s eyes had rebounded to you, she had felt her heart attempt leapt out of her chest, she had felt her throat close and her cheeks start to heat up, you were even more sublime than she had thought you would’ve been and it made her nervous.

“Have you ever been caught?” You asked and it took Ellie a few seconds to regain her conscious.

She had begun to hate the fact that you had briskly made her feel this way, because she knew what it would lead to. “Not yet,” she awkwardly replied which had inferred you to breathily laugh at her answer, she had then gestured you to pass one of the pre-rolled blunts for her to light and silently you had obeyed her small task.

“I’ve heard that your family sponsors the Uni,” Ellie stated while she had passed the blunt to you, she had looked at you, impertinent to your background.

It had seemed like the strength of the alcohol had slowly died down in her system, she had appeared more serious and examining, her green eyes clear of prying intent. You had dramatically sighed before you had huffed one pull, people had usually asked you about your family and from time to time you’d get annoyed by it, though, during this circumstance you couldn’t be agitated, this was someone who pre-rolled you weed, the least you could do was speak about your family.

“Yeah, du Armani,” you kindly answered.

“How comes I’ve never seen you before?”

Ellie had been greedy for information, even though she had gotten the information from Dina, she had wanted an answer from the actual woman herself. “I just didn’t want to,” you hastily shrugged, you had then passed the zoot to the freckled face girl who had patiently waited for her turn, before you had given the roll to her, she had watched every movement of yours, her eyes intrusive and enamoured, you had turned to look at her while the both of her lips covered the piece, “why ask?” You inquired.

“I don’t know,” Ellie shrugged, she could feel her ears heat up whilst her eyes trailed to her hand that had held the weed, timid to look at you in the eyes once more. She could see through her peripheral that you had widely smiled at her shy state.

“You haven’t told me your name,” Ellie muttered in hopes to get the apprehensive circumstance off her.

“[Y/N].”

You had then sat up during the moment Ellie had redirected the blunt towards you, you could tell that she had wanted to inform you of her name, but you had, as of now been knowledgeable of it. “I know who you are,” you cut off, your eyes were slowly hazed, although, you had remembered that you still had to pay for her services. “How much for the weed?”

Silent, Ellie had contemplated about the prices, she had carried her face to view the ceiling and blew a soft smoke from her lips. You had smiled at her little action and smoothly giggled, content that she was able to make you briefly laugh, with her head rested against the face of the sofa, she had turned to face you. “It’ll be free this time.”

“No!” You loudly gasped, taken aback you had slapped her shoulder, ready to deny her free price once more if she had offered it again.

Ellie quickly sat up, just as dismayed as you. “You’re denying free weed?” She loudly exclaimed and you briskly nodded your head, within this scenario you had viewed Ellie as a mad woman, chiefly due to the fact that she knew you were a rich woman, and most dealers you went to would usually take advantage of that.

“I have to at least do something,” you stubbornly counteracted but Ellie adamantly shook her head, her decision final.

You had pulled back, both hands on your lap briefly upset that Ellie’s services were free, you didn’t want to make it seem like you were taking advantage of her, still, it was her that offered the free prices. Regardless, an idea struck your mind, you had felt a light bulb glow above your head and Ellie could tell you had been up to something, an impish idea running through your mind, giggly, you had pushed your bottom lips behind your lips ere you pressed your lips against Ellie’s ear.

It might’ve been the alcohol and the herbal influence, but accompanying Ellie in her accommodation, alone, had stirred erotic feelings in you. “How about I let you eat me out?”

Surprised, Ellie looked at you, the nerve and audacity you had, her pleasuring you for exchange for her giving you free weed? Your boldness was striking and it was moving for her, “do you usually ask that for people who give you free stuff?” Ellie brazenly challenged.

“No, only the pretty ones,” you mockingly countered.

Smitten, Ellie quickly gave into your proposal, her eyes vulgar, already randy for your taste, pleased, you had pulled yourself closer to her and clasped your lips against hers, her hands fast and eager to take off your Cat Woman outfit, you two had quickly transformed into keen rabbits, your tongues petting each other and lips swelling due to each other’s pressure, you had easily moaned into her mouth while her hands had rubbed over your breast after she hastily unclasped your bra, you had aided the girl to peel off the rest of your costume which had left you to only be in your underwear.

Ellie had then pulled away to view your body, enticed she had placed her hands against the side of your upper waist, her green coloured orbs had examined the beauty spots, the small freckles and the tattoos that had been embedded on your skin, “your body is so fucking perfect,” she lustfully whispered just before she had pressed her lips against your mouth, taking you in again you had moaned while you had wrapped your arms around her and allowed the auburn haired girl to rest you against the sofa.

Her fingers had quickly slid into the inside of your underwear, eager to slide them off your legs, the moment her eyes were set on the divine grail, she commenced to press her lips against the inside of your thighs, the scent of your tangy heat had aroused her, but she had wanted to keep herself tolerant, she had become lenient and restrictive to touch herself as she had wanted all her focus to be on her devouring you.

Hungry, her lips had lapped around your heat, her tongue moving in circles around your nub, her short nails dug into the skin of your thighs holding you into a tight and fixed position. You had moaned, your head had rested flat against the sofa and all you could see was the light that had shone above you, your eyes blurred while Ellie had occupied herself with consistently licking your pearl and sucking it till your body had twitched and ached.

“Fuck,” she murmured, her mouth full with your flesh ere her tongue had attacked your cunt, her fingers from her right hand sneakily made their way up to your pussy, motivated to rub against your clitoris and charge you into a numb and blissed circumstance. Your hands had reached to her hair, eager for the girl to quicken the pace, you had commenced to rub your cunt against her frame, randy and aroused, you had begun to wail in pleasure the moment she had fell into your desires.

Her fingers that had curled and twisted inside you were quick were keen to rub against your lump, Ellie’s eyes that had been focused on your heat had rolled up to view how gratified and content you were. Moaning her name and rubbing your nectar against her face, Ellie’s tongue, long and starved continued to flick against your clit, “you taste so good,” she softly whined, hastily obsessed with the taste of your jolt and relish, she had enthusiastically gathered your cum the moment you had loudly moaned and climaxed in her opening, Ellie had gasped against your skin, ardent to have more of you.

“I need more,” Ellie fervently moaned, her eyes now shut as she began to hump the sofa, her mind had disappeared to the erotic plane that had opened up to her, and she felt like she could cum with just having your taste in her mouth, having you moan her name and rubbing your pussy against her lips was enough to send Ellie into a frenzy.

“Oh God!” You whined, your hand had pressed against Ellie’s head, motivated to push her off but she had been too dominated with the taste of your cunt that she had been willing to send you into another orgasmic burst, “Oh God! Oh G—”

“Oh God?!”

Abruptly, the two of you had quickly pulled away from each other, you were quick to cover your naked body with your hands while Ellie’s roommate, Doris, had shortly covered her eyes with her hand. Embarrassed, you had hastily pulled your underwear and bra back on, your cheeks flustered during the moment you slid on your Cat Suit.

“Shit!” Ellie shortly cussed, she had wiped your ambrosia off her lips, flustered and disconcerted, Ellie had stood to her feet as she had watched you foolishly attempt to put on your clothes. “I’m so sorry,” Ellie abashedly apologised to Doris who had slowly recognised the femme fatale that had sat on the shared couch.

Her mouth slowly parted while Ellie scratched the back of her head, flustered she had known that there would be much apologies that had to be delivered to Doris as she had been caught eating out a student on a couch Doris had also used aside from Ellie. Howbeit, that was the last thing that was in Doris’ mind, her priority was in this case was that fucking [Y/N] du Armani was being eaten out by her roommate.

During the scenario, you hadn’t said much, you were focused on leaving the property so much that you had forgotten your mask on Ellie’s and Doris’ sofa, you had found the situation quite funny but you were still contrite and chagrined that you quickly turned to look at Ellie before you had left the accommodation with the see-through bag filled with pre-rolled weed she had made for you before the disaster.

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OKAY SO I GOT THIS REQUEST — former!ellie x reader, current!abby x reader; based on the song Left For Dead by Kiki Rockwell, specifically the part “my lover left me for dead, my pretty little body keeps the wolves fed.” The lover being Ellie and the wolves (obviously) being Abby😫 just a bunch of angst and smut (if possible😗). Where Ellie chooses Dina over r in a life or death situation and like Abby (coincidentally) finds R half dead from other humans and takes her back to her hideout or whatever and like nurses her back to health:) sorry it’s so long and it’s fine if you don’t want to, can just ignore this🫶🏼 luv u and your writing!!

a/n: Took me a long time to pick this one up, but here we go!

𝐃𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈 𝐊𝐧𝐨𝐰 || 𝐀𝐛𝐛𝐲 𝐀𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧

Inspo: Jacob Banks - Devil That I Know Kiki Rockwell - Left For Dead Max Richter - The Young Mariner

Pairing: Abby Anderson x Black!Fem!reader

Summary: Left for dead with a heart of love...

Warnings: Angsty as fuck with a large bit of torture

Part Two - Finale

Words: 4858

Ragged breaths filled the air of the small janitor’s closet. The surface of the workbench and small shelves holding cleaning chemicals are covered in dust. Dirty old rags on the ground. Some left previously, and new ones that had crimson seeped into the fabric. Pieces of medical tape were ripped and discarded along with the garments that had been torn to fashion some sort of bandage.

Your mouth was gagged by your shirt and jacket you bit down on. The soft cold breeze inside the room sent chills down your exposed stomach as you pressed the fabric from your shirt against the bullet wound. A groan fell from your lips as you ran a stripe of tape over the fabric, feeling extra pressure causing white hot pain to flash behind your eyes.

Pants fell from your lips as you released the articles of clothing from your mouth. A speckle of spit left on your lips as you blinked tiredly. “Fucking, Wolves.” Your soft hiss slipped from your lips as you grabbed your gun from beside you. Carefully, you sit up near the door and press your ear to the wood.

It’d only been minutes ago that you had been chased down. Left for dead by your now ex-girlfriend and friend, who you weren’t even sure made it out. If they did and if you made it out of here, you were going to kill them, literally. After saving their asses countless times back in Jackson, this is how they were going to repay you? Oh, yeah, you’re going to fucking gut the two of them.

But that would be the last thing you ever did as footsteps approached the closet. And before you could even respond, the door swung open. Light projected into the room, blinding you as you raised a hand to try and allow your eyes to adjust.

“I found the demon!” The person called as your brows furrowed together.

You crawled back, lifting your gun and aiming at the large figure before gunshots filled the air. The air lost in your lungs was regained with your gasping when seeing the Seraphites body thud against the ground. You kept to the corner of the room as a full-on firefight took place beyond the doorway. But with your mind still in a daze from your wound, you weren’t to put up a fight. Needing more rest than anything else.

It took a while but the gunfire soon seized to exist. Incoherent yells were heard outside as you blinked tiredly, swallowing the lump in your throat as you held your stomach. Footsteps approached, then stopped. “Manny, Mel, we have an outsider!”

Still, in a slight daze, you lifted your head. Your eyes shot wide as saucers as you made eye contact with her, Abby. The entire reason for you being out here and following Ellie to Seattle. Hell, in a way, Abby was the reason why she was bleeding to death in this janitor’s closet alone.

Two other figures, Mel and Manny you guessed came behind Abby. “You know the orders, Abs,” Manny stated, sending a knowing look to the muscular girl.

Their knowledgeable conversation left a horrible dread in your stomach. But you knew that if you put up a fight, you died. Even if you didn’t they would kill you nonetheless. And either way, you hadn’t killed someone before. You were out here to keep Dina and Ellie alive with your medical skills, not kill anyone.

So, it piqued the trio’s interest when you slid your gun their way. Staring down at the Baretta before back at you, finding you shaking your head. “Kill me if you have to,” you breathed. “I’ll put up less of a fight than Joel and Tommy did.”

With the mere mention of the two men, one she killed, Abby felt her chest tighten. “You’re from Jackson?” Abby asked, coming over and dropping to a knee beside you.

A shaky laugh fell from your lips. “Born and raised,” you said half-heartedly. “I shouldn’t even fuckin’ be here right now. Goddamnit, Ellie.” You muttered aloud, feeling Abby carefully lift the hem of your shirt to see your wound.

The bandage you had crafted had done very little to stop the blood flow. It caught a decent amount, restraining the slash of the blade performed by one of the cult members you ran into, but it wasn’t enough to hold everything else in. The cotton had become so damp that your blood began to slither past the bandage and down soaking into your pants and down your waistline.

“Is there anyone else with you?” Mel asked, coming to join your side, shrugging off her backpack and beginning to take out a medical kit.

Manny, who seemed confused by the two girls helping you, said, “Guys, Issac told us to deal with any Outsiders if we encounter them-”

“Manny, shut up for a second, alright?” Abby interjected, silencing him. He pursed his lips, turning towards the door to keep watch.

“There were people with me, but they left me for dead,” you answered the doctor’s question. “I thought I killed one of your people, but I don’t even know who the fuck is out there. I mean, I can’t kill anyone - I’ve never killed anyone - and it was just in the heat of the moment and I- I-”

Your rambling was stopped by Abby, who placed a hand on your shoulder. The touch made you flinch away, mind still conscious of the fact that this was the same girl that killed your mentor. A man who had cared for you and saved your life a handful of times. And you should be exacting the revenge you sought out here to do. To get payback, but truthfully, you were more inclined to not do it in spite of Ellie.

But you knew Joel wouldn’t you risking your life for something he caused to save Ellie. Unlike your ex, you weren’t clouded in rage. Sure, you were angry that you lost someone close to you, but that was the way of life. You mourn them and then you have to carry on. Nothing more than that. And Joel would’ve wanted you to have a healthy and careful life.

When Mel began to apply a new bandage, you cried out. Hand flying to Abby’s arm where you held on for dear life. Head thrown back against the wall as your face scrunched up in pain. “There others here, in Seattle,” you told them, trying to distract your mind from the pain surrounding your abdomen. “I don’t know where they are now. But your friend, the guy with the scar across his face and Leah, they’re both dead.”

The trio looked at you, shock evident in their eyes as you stared at them uneasily. “Leah was killed by those cultists and Ellie… she killed the other guy when he had a bag over my head,” you said. “If I could, I would’ve saved him and talked to him civilly. But my girlfriend was more inclined to make fun of him. I’m sorry.”

“What’s your name?” Abby asked, changing the subject purposefully. Although it surprised you, you cleared your throat with a groan.

“Y/n. Y/n Y/L/N,” You answered.

She nodded. “Well, Y/n, we’re going to get you proper medical treatment,” she told you. “Can you walk?”

You pursed your lips in doubt, and she opted to just lift you up, arm under your knees and the other around your lower back. A squeak falls from your lips with your arms wrapping around her neck. Tucking your face in her shoulder to hide the evidence of pain on your face. Abby successfully got you out of the janitor’s closet of a school that Ellie and Dina left you some time ago. Leg’s still aching from the debris that had prevented you from following the pair in a classroom somewhere down the hall. That and the door Ellie had consciously blocked with a desk, leaving you inside with a Clicker.

Stepping outside, you were quick to spot the truck that had a dog inside, sitting and waiting patiently. “Wait. Wait, a sec.” Abby stopped at your request, looking down at you in question. You bit your bottom lip, looking at her and the truck and shaking her head. “If Ellie finds me with you, she’s going to kill us. Maybe you should leave me here or something. I promise you, I’ll be out of Seattle before you know it. I don’t want to be locked up in a cage or killed by-”

“You’re coming with us.” The soft, yet, the unwavering firm tone in Abby’s lips silenced you. Lowering your head as Mel popped open the hitch and helped Abby pull you inside. “Manny, drive us back to the stadium. Mel and I will see how we can help, Y/n.”

“Abby, Issac’s going to kill us for bringing an outsider back-”

“Manny, just fucking drive,” Abby ordered. “At most, he’ll question her about the people that she was with.” The Hispanic man pursed his lips, cursing quietly before hopping into the truck and starting it. Leaving Abby to close the hatch and crouch by your side with Mel on the opposite side.

Retrieving items from her bag, Mel pulled out a set of bandages. “I’m just gonna replace the one you made so we can stop you from losing any more blood,” she explained. “When we get back to the base, I’ll clean the wound and stitch you up.”

Although the idea sounded great, you shook your head. “We need to disinfect it now,” you told her. “In my pack are a few bottles of Vodka. We can use that as an antiseptic until we get to your base.”

“You’re a doctor?” Mel inquired, eyes slightly widened in surprise.

You nodded. “Learned enough to know how to patch me or others up,” you explained. “Father taught me.”

Grabbing your bag, Mel grabbed one of the bottles you spoke of and took off the lid. “This is going to hurt like a motherfucker.”

“Oh, I know,” you chuckled, teeth slightly gritting in anticipation. “Let’s just get it over with.”

There seemed to be a pause where you built up the preparation in your mind and Mel tried to find confidence in doing the action. But those milliseconds didn’t carry on for too long before you were screaming in agony. Head slamming against the truck bed, nails creating crescent moons in your palm. You hadn’t even realized the sudden flailing of your arms and legs.

“Abby, hold her down!” The taller girl did as told, placing her hands firmly on your shoulders as you cried. When the stream of the intoxicating liquid seized, you were painted on the pale side of the visual. Mel quickly worked to bandage the wound and Abby tried to keep you at ease and not throw up anywhere or pass out.

Which was fruitless when you let out a sigh before your eyes fluttered shut from exhaustion. Abby clenched her teeth as she sat on the side benches along the edge of the truck bed. “Her body is just tired and in pain, Abs,” Mel stated. “But you need to know that Manny is right. Once I patch her up, Issac is just going to put her in a cage and torture her for information.”

“I know.” Abby ran a hand down her face, unable to retract her gaze from your sleeping features. So at peace and finally calm after all the bullshit you had been through. Truthfully, she had no reason to believe you and she didn’t, but she did believe you when you said you shouldn’t be out here. You were smaller in frame and height than Mel. Standing at full height, you were around Abby’s bicep and you didn’t have any defining muscle on you that screamed power in any fight. And that fact that you hadn’t killed anyone and were out here chasing after her showed that you were mentally strong. She just didn’t know if that would be able to carry on when Issac got his hands on you.

A groan shook at the back of your throat as you stirred awake. Face wincing in pain as your body ached and wished for you to rest for longer. Attempting to move your arms resulted in the harsh burn of something around your wrists. Eyes flickering open to find yourself in the center of a poorly lit room. An old fashion torch lamp was set on a few crates near a window that was blocked out by the sun by some white curtains.

Looking down at herself, she found herself in her old pair of dirty jeans with the same shirt on. But her wrists and ankles were tied together. Restrained to a chair with the harsh burn of rope being her reminder of defiance.

“Ah, good. You’re awake.” You watched with fearful eyes as the man stepped inside with a bottle of water. Shutting the door behind him and locking it before making his way over. Grabbing a discarded chair and dragging it towards you. The sound of the hind legs scratching across the ground made you wince. Sitting in the chair opposite of you, the man took a seat and smiled. “Now, we can talk about why you’re in my city.”

Issac. That was who you guessed this guy to be. He didn’t seem like some middle-class wolf taking orders from a higher power. He maintained a level of intimidation that came off as something natural. The way he talked, walked and even looked. Nothing got past this man without his say-so. And telling by how he seemed already annoyed told you that you were suspect number one for some of his troops roaming the city were dying.

Sloshing the water bottle around in front of him, he silently held it toward you. Looking between the bottle and the man, you let out a strangled sigh through your nose and nodded. Twisting the cap off, he held the open end to your lips and tilted it back enough for you to take a sip. Parting when you felt the dryness of your throat subside.

“Now, tell me where you’re from, who you’re with and how many of you there are,” Issac said in his gruff voice. “If you don’t, I’ll make this helluva lot worse for you.”

Swallowing the lump in your throat, you let out a slow controlled breath. “I’m from Jackson,” you started. “Came here by myself when I ran away from home-”

A loud laugh fell from Issac’s lips as he shook his head, and leaned back in his chair with a sigh. His dark eyes never strayed from your own. “Do I need to bring in my three soldiers that saved your life and ask them what you told them?” He asked, leaning his arms on his knees. “Or am I going to have to force the truth out of you?”

“I am telling you- MOTHERFUCKER!” You groaned eyes clamped shut at the feeling of a blade stabbed into your thigh. If he had stabbed any higher, he might’ve hit your femoral artery, but this would be easy to patch up. Of course, that’s if you survived past Issac’s torture.

“Y/n.” The use of your name on the man’s tongue was vile. It left a shiver running down your body as your eyes opened to find the man staring at your pained expression intently. “Your girlfriend left you for dead, right?” You let out a shaky exhale, tears brimming in your eyes with your lips pursing. The man frowned, shaking his head slightly as he asked, “So, why the fuck are you protecting her?”

Your lips wobbled, eyes flickering shut with your hands clenching. Breaths began to be choked up as you shook your head. Letting out a quiet cry at the thought of the auburn-haired girl. The girl that saved you from Clickers on a patrol run. The girl that had promised to keep you safe and one day, have a family with you.

Where was that now?

Where was she?

Hadn’t you risked enough coming out here with her and Dina? You lied to your father and left Jackson, your home. You’d given every waking moment of your time to this girl for the past 5 years, and this was how you were repaid. Being tortured for actions that you hadn’t condoned or acted upon. All you wanted was to keep her safe, but she must’ve not wanted the same as you.

With tear-soaked cheeks, you lifted your chin and shook your head. “I don’t know who you’re talking about,” you wept. “I came here alone and sought out Abby for killing-”

Your scream was muffled by the door that was dividing Abby from you. Her face scrunched up in aggravation. How could you be so loyal to someone who left you for dead? She couldn’t wrap her head around it because you shouldn’t be putting yourself in your girlfriend's place. Issac had promised Abby that he would allow you to rest before eventually sending you on your way, but that had been if you would tell the truth. Yet, you were putting up a useless fight for someone who wasn’t coming to save you.

Tears streamed down your cheeks as Issac coursed the knife down your forearm. Red breaching through the crack of your flesh and staining your pale flesh. Body trembling in the hot restraints of the rope that strained against your clenching limbs. Feeling the mounting pain to fizzle to a gentle stream of stinging when Issac pulled the blade from your flesh. Sitting back in his chair to take in your dishevelled and broken figure. From his doing, cuts were inflicted along your arms, legs, and one along your cheek. The blood slithered down your skin and sunk into your clothes. Hair astray from his hands that grabbed locks when he cut your face. And your eyes were bloodshot from the tears that never seized to fall.

“I came here alone,” you said through sobs. “I sought out Abby for killing my mentor.”

Issac sighed, shaking his head in slight astonishment. “You’re resilient, I’ll give ya that.” He rose from his seat, water bottle in hand. “Fighting for someone that isn’t coming to save you. It takes guts and I respect that. Really, I do. But I wonder how long it’ll take until you realize that your girlfriend left you behind- No, keep your eyes open.” The man tapped your cheek, forcing your head up. Finding your eyes hollow of emotion as you stared back at him.

“She isn’t coming to save you, Y/n,” he said quietly. “Whatever you thought of your girlfriend was a lie and you need to realize that before you die for someone who didn’t give a shit about you.” Crouching down in front of you, the man took your hand and gave it a gentle squeeze. “If you tell me the truth, I can guarantee you that your girlfriend will be brought to justice. I’ll make my men go out and find her. From there, you can do as you wish. Kill her, torture her- I don’t care. But I need the truth, Y/n.”

In a drowsy state, you managed to keep eye contact with the man. Licking your dry lips as you swallowed the lump in your throat. “I’m from Jackson. I came here alone and sought out Abby for killing my mentor.”

All the man could do was stare at you, shell-shocked. You choked on your breaths, keeping the man’s gaze. A knock at the door grabbed your guys’ attention, seeing the door slightly open with Abby stepping inside. Her eyes focused on your dishevelled and broken form that was barely holding up. Eyes glossed over with tears as you broke the eye contact, bowing your head.

“I’m in the middle of something, Abby,” Issac grumbled. “Whatever you have to say is going to have to wait.”

“Issac, we both know she is going to keep this up until you kill her,” Abby protested. “If you aren’t going to do it, then let her recover. This isn’t getting us anywhere in finding her girlfriend.”

The man stared at you, taking in his soldier's words for a moment. Standing to his feet, placed the knife down on the chair and looked at Abby. “Keep her awake and give her this.” Placing the bottle in the girl’s hands, he walked out without another word. Leaving Abby to hold onto the bottle and stare at your figure that could be mistaken for dead if it wasn’t for your rising chest.

It was sad, honestly. How you could still hold love for someone that left you for dead was astonishing to Abby. Of course, she didn’t know your life story and she didn’t know shit about what you and your girlfriend had been through. But what she did know is that you weren’t made for this. You had skills that people dreamed of having, yet, you were out here hunting her for reasons that you may relate with, still didn’t change the fact that you weren’t built for surviving in the wild.

Walking over, Abby moved the knife, placing it in her lap as she sat down. Twisting the cap as she said, “Have some water.” You didn’t respond and you didn’t move. “Y/n, look at me.”

Still nothing. So, with a gentle hand, Abby grabbed your jaw and lifted your head. Finding your eyes heavy with exhaustion. Standing to her feet, Abby placed her thumb on your bottom lip and gently parted your lips. Realizing what she was doing, you willingly opened your mouth, allowing her to slowly pour the refreshing drink into your mouth.

Although she was your enemy, her touch was warm and soft. Treating you like a fragile ornament that could break with the faintest amount of squeeze. She cared. Her eyes watched you softly with the faintest hint of darkness that you couldn’t distinguish. She was worried. It was all that you had hoped to find from Ellie right about now, but you were receiving it from the woman you had been told was a monster. A woman who killed a man you deeply cared about. Who was she, truly?

Greedily drinking all of the water, Abby pulled away, placing the bottle on the floor. Taking a seat, Abby leaned back in the chair, eyes intently taking in your sorrowful expression. “I can’t understand you.” Her words made you raise your bloodshot eyes to her in question. Abby groaned, leaning her elbows onto her knees, closing the space between the two of you a little more. “How can you still love her after what she did to you?”

You bit your bottom lip, breaking eye contact and looking down at your legs. The steady ache from the stab wound had numbed to a point as long as you didn’t move the limb, you could forget it. But you couldn’t forget the wound so freshly cut into your mind. One that seemed to come up every single time Issac questioned you about your reason for being in Seattle.

“She changed me,” you finally answered, breaking the silence. “It’s something I can’t repay, but I thought… I thought that if I did everything to save her from trouble, maybe it would be enough.” You chewed on your bottom lip, shaking your head in thought. “I just can’t believe she would leave me behind. I can’t.”

Sniffling, you looked up at Abby. “That doesn’t make me foolish, okay?” You defended. “Ellie won’t leave me. She loves me. She loves me more than killing you, alright?” Exhaling deeply, you shook your head. “So, please. Just… Just let me go. I’ll convince her to go back and we’ll leave. She needs to know I’m ok.”

Abby stared at you sadly, pursing her lips at your denial. It was hard to hear that you, so pure of heart, wanting to do everything you could to support someone, were so clueless to signs of your fate. Ellie wouldn’t stop. You and Abby knew that. But you were too caught up in love to realize the pain you were trying to protect yourself from. Bargaining for something that wouldn’t come true.

Then it popped into her head, why would someone hurt you this bad? Or, how could someone hurt you this bad? It was damn near soulless the way Ellie had been able to inflict this much pain in one action in seconds. No verbal response, just a single action.

“Y/n, I’m sorry,” Abby whispered, piquing your interest. “I’m sorry for what I took from you.”

You frowned, staring at the girl in question. “What do you mean?”

“Joel,” she answered, making your expression lower into sadness. Abby ran a hand down her face, shifting forward slightly. “If I didn’t do what I did, maybe things would be better for you. You wouldn’t be here and dealing with what you’re dealing with.”

A faint tremble of your lips could be seen as you glanced up at her for a split moment before looking down. Letting out a shaky sigh and blinking away the fresh set of tears that were brewing in your eyes. Inhaling sharply as you bit the inside of your cheek. “Why did you do it, Abby?” You inquired quietly, looking up at the girl. Finding her expression shifted into one of regret as you shifted in your seat. “Abby, he was my mentor, a friend, the last person I got to call my father. He was one of the only people I had left, and you took him from me. So, please, I need to know why you took him from me if I can trust you.”

Abby let out a shaky breath. Hands clasping together as her lips parted. A fumbling of a sentence formed in her mind before she swallowed the lump in her throat. “Joel killed my father in Salt Lake,” she confessed. “I never got over it. I gathered information and searched for answers that could tell me where he was. So, when I found out he was in Jackson, I hunted him down with my group, and I killed him.”

Her confession left the room in a cold stillness as she waited for your response. So, she continued. “I hated him so much for what he took from me,” she muttered. “Finding my dad stabbed in the throat, having no chance to say goodbye or to give him a hug. Joel took that from me and I took that from you, and I’m so fucking sorry.”

Looking up, she found you staring down at her empathetically. “I’m sorry for your loss, Abby.” That was the last response she thought to receive. She’d taken so much from you, yet, you still had a softness in your heart that wasn’t afraid of being given out. “We’ve dealt with enough pain and I don’t want anymore. I just wanna go home with Ellie and be happy, you know?”

Falling to a knee, Abby grabbed your hands and held them softly. “You gotta listen to me, Y/n,” Abby said. “Ellie, she left you behind. As much as I don’t want to agree with Issac on this, he is right. If she loved you, she would’ve done anything to keep you safe and alive.”

A hard pill to swallow, that statement was. It felt like the imaginary knife Ellie had stabbed into was twisting further and further into your heart. Stealing whatever love that you had left for the girl and using it for her own personal gain. Because, in the end, that was the whole point of you coming. Getting guilt-tripped into seeking revenge for a man that only wanted the best for you. You didn’t even get to mourn his loss. You were just thrust into this quest that you wanted no part of. But your love for Ellie was something you couldn’t extinguish. It burned brighter than any flame imaginable.

And she used it against you.

Burning your heart and leaving a permanent scar that reminded you of how your trust could be twisted and forced against you in a selfish act.

“We were travelling with another woman- Dina,” you said out of the blue, making Abby frown. “I don’t know where they’re staying, but we were on our way looking for somewhere to set up camp until we found you.” Inhaling deeply, you closed your eyes. “She has a revolver, a Baretta, and a hunting rifle. Dina is pregnant, so if you go looking for them, don’t hurt her, please-”

“Y/n, you don’t have to tell me this if you don’t want to.” Abby surprisingly placed a hand on your cheek. Her warmth and comfort were enough for you to lean into the touch. The cold pinch of your tears covered her palms as you opened your eyes.

Pursing your lips, a thin-lipped smile appeared as you shrugged. “What else do I gotta lose?”

NATE ARCHIBALD ↳ Gossip Girl (2007-2012) | 1.01 "Pilot" dir. Mark Piznarskin

Cover art by Breyona Holt. I hope to see more of her work soon! I love these covers because they’re simple yet distinct from a lot of the covers we see today. No heavy editing or props and yet you’re still drawn to what the album holds. I love it!

rainy days with abby

the soft pitter patter of dense raindrops hit the window next to your shared bed. the gloom of the thunderstorm’s shadow creating a dark comforting sanctity that threatened to lull you back to sleep. large familiar hands wrapped around your waist, holding you back to her strong chest. the warmth of your bodies under the fluffy blanket felt like nirvana.

abby’s subtle snores blew gentle breaths onto your neck, until she’d awoken from your waking. she’d always been a light sleeper.

her hugging of you tightened until you descended into a long needed stretch, a groan coming from your throat as abby softly giggled and rubbed your arms.

“bigggg stretch,”

you smiled at the phrase she used every time you stretched the sleep out of your tired body. you found yourself back nestled in her arms, her chin on top of your head.

“goodmorning, lovey.”

“ ‘morning pretty lady.”

the swollen-ness of her morning face came into your view from above as she kissed your forehead, gentle fingers sliding underneath your pajama top, tracing small circles on your lower back.

“i can go make you some breakfast?” you offered.

“now you’re talkin’”

Patroclus: If I died how much would you miss me?

Achilles: It’s cute that you think dying will get you out of this relationship.

Any tips on how to eat pussy?

With your whole heart and entire face.

gymrat!abby anderson doing pull ups with reader wrapped around her waist. reader who can squat an insane amount and abby who can deadlift it. abby who wraps her hands around reader's thighs while eating her out. abby who goes down on reader for hours. abby abby abby abby ABBY!!!!!

ꕤ her way of water masterlist status: on - going pairing: neteyam x female metkayina reader genre: romance. fluff sypnosis: neteyam and his family left their clan to seek uturu from yours. on their first night, neteyam wanders by the shore to clear his mind. he finds himself away from everyone’s marui pods and comes across you as you bathed - he couldn’t get you out of his mind since then. taglist: @rainbowsocks @mashiromochi @anm3mi @fanboyluvr

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