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Hurts Me (ch. 1) ౨ৎ

loki odinson x oc!fem!avenger

synopsis: falling in love with the god of mischief was unintended for the gentle avenger, and loki didn't intend to fall in love with a human, like his brother.

this is a story i’m publishing on wattpad! go read! (or maybe i’ll also keep posting it here, too…)

Liana Angeli had the pleasure of meeting Nick Fury when she was just fourteen. Discovering a teenager with the ability to feel people's emotions and physically heal them was an incredible feat. When she did so in the park, well, it freaked out some parents to say the least. Her group home had taken a little field trip, and once the adults found out about Liana's.. abilities, well, they were quick to give her to SHIELD.

Nowadays, Liana spent her time with her friend, Nat, learning combat, going on missions, and healing her and her other friend, Clint, when needed. She enjoyed being an agent, especially because she didn't have to be a spectacle.

"Agent Angeli,"

Liana looked up from her desk. Today she was assigned desk work, her absolute faaavorite. Not. There stood Nick Fury, but he actually looked slightly concerned. Nick never had that look in his eyes, never.

"Fury, what do I owe this visit?" Liana asked, turning around completely in her swivel chair. "You got a case for me?"

The director looked nervous. Too nervous. "There's.. been a situation. I'd like you to come with me so I can explain."

Liana stood up from her desk, pushing in her chair, and walking swiftly behind Fury. She wasn't going to lie, she was really nervous. Talking privately? A situation? What was going on?

───※ ※───

"No!"

A chair flew across the room, probably closer to the ground and less aggressive than Nat would've be thrown it, but aggressive nonetheless. Clearly, Liana was not taking Fury's news well, but how could she? He just gave her the worst news of her life.

"Liana, if you could calm down, we can discuss our plan of action." Fury negotiated with the furious young girl.

Spinning around, Liana's eyes were wide. "Plan of action? What happened to busting down the damn door and shooting?" SHEILD was really good at that plan. It was Liana's favorite besides spy or undercover mission.

With a hand over his face, Fury sighed. "Liana, he's a God, for, well, God's sake." Fury threw his hands in the air. "We go in there, guns ablaze, and then what? What happens if he walks out? Then what, we're all defenseless!" Fury had a point, but Liana didn't want to see it. Panic seared through Liana's veins. Clint was gone. No, Clint was brainwashed of all things! By a God, a Norse God. Why couldn't it have been Hades?

"So.. what do you suggest?" Liana's hands fell on her hips, staring at Fury expectantly.

"Well," Fury started, passing over a file to Liana, "I'm thinking we put together a team."

Liana looked at Fury blankly for a moment before she started a fit of laughter. "A team?"

"Yes, a team." Fury reached for the file Liana had yet to open. "A team made up of Natasha Romanoff, Bruce Banner, Steve Rogers, Tony Stark, eventually Clint Barton, and you." Fury set down the file. "I'm calling it The Avengers Initiative."

Liana's laughter was long gone. Was Fury out of his damn mind? A team? Of, what, agents, billionaires, old men, and weird scientists? What the hell was he thinking? This was no way to get back Clint.

"And you're serious?"

Fury's eyebrow raised, "When am I not?" Okay, good point.

With a hand running through her hair, Liana nods. She gulps down her emotions, looking to Fury. Maybe a team wasn't a horrible idea. "Alright. When do I get to meet the rest of my team?"

Fury looked down at his watch. "Ten minutes."

"Ten minutes?! Wait, I'm last to know?" Liana angrily asked. "How do random people get to know before me? I've known Clint for years!"

"You had paperwork I needed done." Fury shrugged. Liana could have pummeled him right there. Pft, paperwork.

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"Nat," Liana breathed heavily, hugging her friend. "Did he tell you? Clint's been-"

The Russian nodded solemnly, eyes casting aside, unable to look directly at Liana. Maybe it was guilt, maybe it was fear. "Yeah, he told me. Don't worry, Lia, we're gonna get him back. He's gonna be okay." Natasha took Liana's hand in her own.

With a nod, Liana then looked up to see a quinjet land on the helicarrier. She was told Steve Rogers, the Man of Ages, Mr. Red, White, and Blue himself was coming from the quinjet.

"Do you think he's ever flown before?" Liana whispered to Nat.

Natasha looked at her with humor, "Liana, I'm pretty sure he's been on a plane before." Liana held her hands up in mock defense. The door opened, and out walked the man himself: The Star Spangled Man with a Plan.

Liana smiled when she saw Agent Coulson next to Steve. "Agent Angeli, Agent Romanoff, Captain Rogers."

"Hi," Nat smiled before looking to Phil. "They need you on the bridge. They're starting the face-trace."

Coulson nods and walks away, leaving Steve with the two agents. The trio began to walk. " It was quite the buzz around here, finding you in the ice. I thought Coulson was gonna swoon. Did he ask you to sign his Captain America trading cards yet?" Liana jokingly asked. Hopefully he's not too old to understand her joke.

"Trading cards?" He asked.

"They're vintage. He's very proud of them." Natasha chimes in.

As they enter the huge helicarrier, Liana finds herself staring at a man, shyly observing while attempting to stay out of the way. This must be Bruce Banner. If Liana remembered right, he was the Hulk. She'd seen it on video once, Hulk's rampage. Banner seemed the complete opposite, a sweetie.

"Dr. Banner?" Liana called. Bruce searched for the source of the voice, smiling softly to himself when he saw Liana's face.

"Ah, Dr. Banner!" Steve said as Banner approached.

Steve and Bruce shook hands, "Oh, yeah. Hi. They told me you'd be coming."

"Ma'am?" A voice called. Liana spun around to see one of the ships crewmates behind her. "We're moving in just a moment. It would be wise to strap in."

Taking initiative, Natasha looks to the boys, "Gentlemen, you might want to step inside in a minute. It's gonna get a little hard to breathe."

"Is this a submarine?" Steve looked a little excited. He was like a little puppy.

"Really? They wanted me in a submerged, pressurized metal container?" Bruce looked slightly upset, but then, the ship takes flight, surprising the two men. "Oh, no. This is much worse."

Liana put her hand on Bruce's shoulder calmingly. She could sense his worry. "It'll be alright, this place is heavily reinforced. I doubt the big guy could take it on." Bruce smiled softly.

"Agent Romanoff, why don't you show Dr. Banner to his lab." Fury suggested.

As Steve and Phil began talking about his card collection, Liana gasped as she observed a computer. "There! We got a hit! Sixty-seven percent match. Weight, cross match, seventy-nine percent." She called while reading the screen.

"Location?" Phil asked.

Liana squinted to read carefully. "Um, Stuttgart, Germany. 28, Konigstrasse. He's.. not exactly hiding."

"Captain, you're up." Fury looked to Steve. He nodded and left. "Liana, you're going to be our first source of intel. Ready for an undercover mission?"

#loki fluff #loki fanfiction #loki laufeyson #loki odinson #loki x oc #loki #avengers #avengers oc #avenger #thor ragnarok #the avengers #loki fanfic #mcu loki #marvel fic

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auroralwriting · 26 days

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not a prompt but what would you do if one of your irl friends found our accounts

die

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auroralwriting · 26 days

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What's your wattpad name so that I can check out your stories if you don't mind me asking?

auroralwriting, same as here!!

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auroralwriting · 26 days

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hi all! if you’re looking for longer stories, check out my wattpad! i’m currently writing a loki story called “hurts me” that is currently being published! i’ll be writing one shots on here and stories there :)

(@auroralwriting here and there!)

#loki #loki x reader #loki fanfic #loki odinson #loki laufeyson

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auroralwriting · 3 months

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As the strike ends tomorrow, I’d like to remind everyone to please keep continue talking about Palestine, we’re at a tipping point here. Please feel free and encouraged to talk about your interests once more but DO NOT forget about Palestine!! Talk about Palestine as much as you did during the strike! Continuing boycotting! We are the only voice Palestinians have. Continue keeping up with Palestinian news and journalists 1. 2. 3. 4. 5. and continue following the BDS movement and donate to Gaza based organisations if you can such as Care For Gaza .

Your silence is noticed. Even the smallest voice helps. No one is free until Palestine is free. 🇵🇸🍉

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auroralwriting · 3 months

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even though the strike is over, DO NOT STOP POSTING ABOUT PALESTINE!!!

Can you tell me about the strike please?

When it starts and how long it lasts x

here's a direct image that should sum it up.

but essentially for tumblr, anything unrelated to palestine should be saved for the 29th and forward. people need to be reblogging anything they see, any news regarding palestine. ESPECIALLY anything from journalists or news reporters. this can be done on any media site, but i'm dead on everything else, so i mainly talk about it here.

#palestine #free palestine

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auroralwriting · 3 months

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can’t take my charm ౨ৎ

ellie williams x singer!fem!reader

synopsis: you’re jackson’s very lovely performer, every wednesday, friday, and sunday nights performing at the local bar for the whole town. ellie is, as always, enamored with you.

haha yes this is based off of lucy gray from the hunger games.. i have multiple obsessions

“hey, we got ‘bout five minutes till we go on,” your bandmate, claire, said as she stuck her head in the bathroom you resided in. you were adjusting your outfit and hair, making sure you looked perfect.

you hummed for a second, “alright, i think i’m ready.”

“and you look amazing as always,” claire smiled, leading you to the rest of the band.

over the years, tommy helped you gather instruments and other useful things such as your microphone to help you perform. you really owed him.

you grabbed your mic and as you all walked out onto the small, makeshift stage, everyone cheered. you hooked your microphone up to the cord.

“hey, ya’ll!” you say cheerfully into the mic. “how’re we feelin’ tonight?”

applause and whistles followed, and you smiled. “are you ready to hear some music?” again, more applause.

you heard you drummer start counting in as the band began to play. everyone in the crowed started to move, some dancing, some just swaying to the beat while watching you.

you quickly found those perfect eyes staring at you from the bar. that’s where ellie sat, watching you with a smile on her face. you always caught her eye. sometimes you’d talk after your set. she always complimented you. you complimented her. there was a mutual pinning between you both.

“can’t take my charm, can’t take my humor,” you start to sing. everyone starts to cheer as your voice entered. you saw ellie whistle.

“thinkin’ you’re so fine, thinkin’ you can have mine, thinkin’ you’re in control,”

the song ended soon after, cheer and applause erupting.

this next song, well, it was a doosey. your bandmates didn’t take long to catch onto your and ellie’s infatuation with each other. they encouraged you to write a song about it. and here you were, about to perform it for everyone, including her.

“now ya’ll, this next one is somethin’ special,” you begin to say. everyone quiets softly to listen.

“this one’s about someone, someone i feel’s just too special to not have a song,” small cheers erupt.

you nod to your band who slowly starts the song. it didn’t take long for partners to start dancing. it was a good song to do that to.

“everyone’s born as clean as a whistle,” you sing. “fresh as a daisy, not a bit crazy,”

ellie’s eyes pour into your own. you can’t peel yours from hers. your singing directly into her soul.

“this world, it’s dark, this world, it’s scary. i’ve taken some hits, no wonder i’m weary. it’s why i need you. you’re as pure as the driven snow.”

as you sing, jesse sits next to ellie, nudging her. she doesn’t look away from you.

“lover girl’s written you a song, eh?” jesse teases.

“shut up,” ellie remarked softly. she wanted to hear you. she wanted to soak in every word you sang, memorize it and keep it forever.

jesse just smiled and walked back to dina, who couldn’t help but giggle at ellie’s reaction to your song.

it ended with your words, the biggest applause of the night erupting. you give a small bow, not pausing to speak but allowing the band to start playing another upbeat song.

it went on like this for a few sets. once your band ended and a duo went to take your place, you looked at claire nervously.

“girl,” its like she read your mind, “go talk to her. she couldn’t take her eyes off ya.”

you nodded and went into the crowed of people, trying to push through everyone to get to the bar. you could just see it, but it was loud, and everyone was dancing.

suddenly, your hand was captured in someone else’s being dragged to the bar. you knew it was ellie guiding you.

one you emerged from the crowd, there she was. she got up on her seat and patted the one next to her. you sat down and turned your seat to her.

“hey pretty girl,” ellie flirted. “you sounded amazing.”

“thank you, els.” you smiled bashfully.

there was a pause. you wanted to ask her about the song. her song.

“i loved the song,” it was like ellie read your mind. “it was beautiful.”

you looked down, “it’s for you,”

“for me?” ellie teased, “little old me?” she laughed at your embarrassed face. she took your hands in hers. “i loved it, sweets. i wish i could hear it over and over again.”

you shrugged, smiling a little. “then just ask,”

ellie raised an eyebrow at you, and you got the hint. you laughed slightly and leaned closer to her.

“everyone wants to be like a hero,” you sing while laughing with ellie. “the cake with the cream, the doer not dreamer,”

“i fucking love your voice,” ellie smiled. “it’s so beautiful. just like you,”

your face turned bright red at this. “i think your beautiful, too,”

“maybe sometime i can play guitar and you can sing for me,” ellie suggests, nudging you with her shoulder, now incredibly close. legs touching, arms basically touching.

“you play?” you ask as she nods.

“joel taught me,” she smiles.

her fingers find the bottom of your chin, turning your head to face her. neither of you said anything, you didn’t have to. it didn’t take long before her lips were pressed against your own.

“such a little charmer,” ellie teases once you pull away, “feeling me in with a song,”

you laugh, “i already had you before that,”

“yeah,” ellie nods, hand in yours, her thumb rubbing your hand softly, “you did.”

#ellie williams #ellie williams x reader #ellie williams x you #the last of us #ellie x you #ellie x y/n #ellie fluff #ellie williams tlou #ellie x fem reader #ellie x reader #ellie the last of us #ellie tlou

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WHAT MURDAAA

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auroralwriting · 3 months

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just like me ౨ৎ

ellie williams x fem!reader

synopsis: after you get bit, you knew you’d be alright. ellie, though, had no clue. after all, no one but tommy and maria knew..

the pain you felt was immense. even though you couldn’t get infected, that shit still hurt. the feeling of rotting teeth, half fanged and sharp, dig into your hip hurt like all hell. those damn clickers sure did have a nasty bite.

you tried your best to hold back a yell, truly, you didn’t want that attention on you. but you just couldn’t help it.

footsteps rushed upstairs, gunfire right next to your ear as the clicker on you fell limp to the floor.

“holy shit,” ellie commented, seeing the blood on your hip. “holy shit!”

the calmness on your face made her panic. why the fuck weren’t you freaking out? you were surely going to die!

“ellie, don’t freak out,” you say slowly. she walked up to you and pulled your pants’ waistline down to see the nasty bite.

“don’t freak out?!” she yells, “you just got fucking bit!”

“i’m okay, els,” you try to ease her.

she looks at you confused, but with tears in her eyes. “how the hell are you okay?!”

you take a deep breath, “i’m immune. this’ll be my second bite.”

“y-you- your, what?” ellie stands up, her face filled with too many emotions to name. “immune?”

“i can’t infect you, or hurt you,” you slowly explain. “all that’ll do is scar. i’m gonna be okay.”

ellie now grabs your face, your cheeks slightly smushed in her hands. “are you fucking joking?”

“no,” you reply, face still mashed.

“you’re immune. holy shit, you’re immune!” she looks happy, the realization setting in. “why the fuck didn’t you tell me?” she asks, a slight bit of anger taking over. “i’m your best friend and you didn’t tell me?”

you sigh, taking her hands into your own and letting them fall to your sides. “tommy found me when i was seven. i was a little thing with an old bite on the back of my neck. he instantly knew i was immune, but not safe. he knew people would want me. but i was just a kid, you know?” you explain. “so, he took me in. told me not to tell a soul. you’re the third person to know besides maria.”

“i guess i can’t blame you,” ellie sighed. “joel told me the same thing.”

“us and our father figures, hu-wait, what?” you joke fell flat as you heard her words in your mind. “ellie, what are you saying?”

ellie smiled a bit, laughing. “those fuckers have been putting us together for patrol knowing we’d be alright!” she cried out in laughter.

“are you-”

“yeah.”

woah. you were both immune. you and your best friend. “ellie, holy shit!” you started to laugh with her.

“fuck, you had me so worried,” she sighed after a while of laughing, pulling your forehead against her own.

“i was worried you were gonna fucking shoot me,” you laughed softly.

ellie pulled back, eyes staring into your own. “i’d never do anything bad to you.” she replied, but this felt a lot different from the tone she usually takes with you.

actually, you’d seen her look like this at kat way back when she got that tattoo.

“ellie..” you say softly, eyes flickering to her lips.

“i’m so glad you’re okay,” she whispered, lips hovering just over your own. you could feel them ever so softly.

slowly, you pressed your lips together. it felt magical. you didn’t even know you were waiting for this moment until it happened. maybe ellie felt the same.

after pulling away, ellie cleared her throat. “uh, well,”

you looked outside “should be getting back, yeah?” ellie nodded, only one hand leaving yours. the other still was firmly holding yours.

“what a damn story this would be if we could tell it,” ellie chuckled.

“damn right.”

#ellie fluff #ellie x y/n #ellie x you #ellie williams x you #ellie williams x reader #ellie x reader #ellie tlou #ellie the last of us #ellie williams #ellie x fem reader #ellie williams tlou #the last of us part two

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auroralwriting · 3 months

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I FORGOT TO ADD TAGS

the girl in my psych class

ellie williams x reader

synopsis: there’s this really pretty girl in your psychology class who constantly catches your eye

maybe part 2?

sixth row, third seat from the left. that’s where you sat in your sophomore psychology class. it was boring as hell. all the teacher did was ramble on about shit. did you know the different types of conditionings? nope. or maybe about the parts of the brain? absolutely not.

the only thing you seemed to learn was ever detail of the pretty girl in the fourth row, fourth seat from the left.

she had pretty, auburn hair. had it put back in a little bun. she had a large tattoo on her arm, it had a cute moth on it. she didn’t talk much, only when she absolutely knew the answers. her friend sat to her right, and they loved to whisper and talk.

you’d learned this girl’s name is ellie from the teacher calling on her. oh, ellie. what a pretty name.

if you had more confidence, maybe, just maybe you’d try and catch her after class. but to no avail. she was so pretty it intimidated you. she looked hardcore, too.

you say in the dining hall, eating your shitty pasta. should’ve gotten the steak. and suddenly, there she was, sitting a few tables in front of you with her friend and another guy. this guy, you actually knew. jesse was your roommates partner in health and wellness.

the second jesse spotted you, you cringed internally.

no, jesse! don’t call attention to me!

he left his table, chair screetching across the floor as he stood. he plopped himself in the seat across from you.

“hey, what’s up?” he asked nonchalantly.

you could see ellie and her friend trying to sneak glances at who you were. her friend caught a glimpse of you and you could see the recognition as she whispered to ellie.

“oh, uh, not much. just eating this shitty pasta.” you reply, hands fidgeting under the table. “who’s your friends?”

“ellie and dina, ellie’s the one with the bun, dina has the ponytail. they’re in the same year as us! we’re from the same hometown.” jesse smiled. “you know,”

oh god, jesse, don’t say it.

“you’re sitting all alone,”

jesse, please!

“why don’t you come sit with us?”

you cringed internally. you couldn’t just say no. jesse was cool, and you really did wanna be a good friend of his. plus, even through your nerves, you wanted to be by ellie.

“sure,” you nod, forcing a smile. “that’d be cool.”

jesse grabbed your plate and once at his table, let it hit the surface right in between him and dina, meaning you faced ellie.

the second you sat down, dina was all about asking questions. where’d you grow up? how old are you? what’s your major?

so, you told her everything. dina’s eyes lit up when you said your major. “that means you share a lot of classes with ellie! that’s really cool!”

you looked at ellie sheepishly. she just smirked at you, causing you to look back to jesse.

he and dina were immersed in conversation, ellie listening closely as you ate your shitty pasta to keep your mouth busy in hopes no one would talk to you. you were just too damn nervous. especially when ellie and you would lock eyes.

the next day, back in psych, things changed. as you fiddled on your phone, the seat next to you was suddenly filled, and not by jared.

“hey,” ellie’s voice rang in your head.

you popped out your earbuds quickly with a surprised look on your face. dina was right next to her.

“hey, hi!” you replied, stumbling over your words a bit.

“hey, that’s my seat,” jared complained as he walked in.

ellie looked to him, “well it’s mine now. scram, jared.” jared left without a second thought.

through out the class, you took notes on your laptop and ellie would draw doodles on the side of it with her pencil. she didn’t take notes, apparently.

this happened for the next to days. you’d take notes, ellie would draw. at lunch, slowly, the four of you would be immersed in a group conversation. you and ellie never talked much together, though. you wished you did.

after those few days, you were in your dorm, roommate god knows where. you heard a knock at your door.

“coming!” you yelled.

quickly, you slipped on some fuzzy socks and went to open the door. once open, your jaw nearly dropped when you saw ellie there, backpack slung over her shoulder.

“hey,” her voice rang just the way it did in psychology. “mind if i come in?”

you stepped aside, “no, yeah, please, come in!” you replied. you saw ellie smile at your words.

she slid off her shoes and walked over to your side of the room.

“this one yours?” she pointed to your bed as you nodded. she hopped up without care, pulling out her phone. “dina’s out with jesse, so i got bored in my dorm, asked jesse which was yours. he helped you move in?”

nodding, you hesitantly sat in your desk chair next to the bed. “yeah, i moved in late and my friend asked him to help.”

“why’d you move in late?” ellie inquired, her attention now on you.

“i was sick during move in week.” you replied, now feeling nervous under her stare.

she looked to the empty spot beside her, “come on up, i don’t bite.” she smirked at you and patted the spot she wanted you in.

slowly, you made your way to it. you crawled up next to her, leg pressed against hers.

“mind going over the psych notes with me?” she asked. “i hate that class.”

“i can tell, you never take notes.” you giggle.

she smiles, “why do that when i have the best teacher right here?”

so, for the next half hour, you go over the weeks materials with her. anytime she had a question, she’d grab your finger and point to it on the screen. she’d stare into your eyes when you spoke, tilting her head to her a good view of your reddening cheeks.

“and so classical conditioning-”

“you’ve got pretty eyes,” ellie interrupted.

you froze. “sorry?”

ellie started laughing, “oh, you’re so cute. i’ve known you’ve been staring at me in class since the semester started.” your face turned an angry shade of red. “it wasn’t hard to tell when you have love struck eyes staring holes into your head.”

“i-i’m not love struck!” you counter.

“sure, sweetheart,” ellie taps your nose. “and i’m not gay as fuck.”

your heart stopped. “you are?”

“mhm,” ellie hummed. “and i happen to think you’re stunning.”

your face couldn’t get any redder. ellie moved the laptop from your lap. now, she was even closer, your noses almost touching. you thought she was going to kiss you for a moment.

she leaned in, and in, and in..

to your ear. “wanna go on a date, love?” she whispered softly.

you managed to hum a soft reply as she pulled back smirking like hell. “perfect. until then, mind if i still hang? i did want an excuse to come over here, but dina really is gone and i really wanna get to know you.”

so, the rest of the day was spent studying psychology and learning about each others lives with the girl from your psych class.

#ellie williams x you #ellie williams x reader #ellie williams #the last of us #the last of us part 2 #the last of us part two #ellie the last of us #ellie tlou #ellie x reader #ellie x you #ellie x y/n #ellie fluff

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