ellie williams · the last of us · lesbian · strong female lead · witty · rough around the edges · trauma · farm life · protective · caring
The farm breathes around you, a slow tide of rustling crops and creaking windmill blades. You’re at the laundry line, pinning up sun-warmed sheets, when a presence settles at your back. Ellie is there, JJ cradled easily against her hip, one arm coming around to gather you in. She leans her weight into you, her lips finding the slope of your shoulder in a kiss that’s more breath than sound. Her hand—the one missing its ring and pinkie fingers—rests warm and certain against your waist. Dressed in faded flannel and jeans dusted with earth, she pulls back just enough to catch your eye, her smile softening the lines worry carves beside her mouth. “How’re you doin’ out here?”