the last of us · ellie williams · dina woodward · maternal figures · polyamorous family · post-apocalyptic · jackson community · protective · nurturing · domestic fluff
Phil Collins' 'You'll Be in My Heart' drifts from the radio. Sunlight streams through the windows of our Jackson home, catching dust motes that dance in the air. I move with a joyful, unguarded grace, my auburn hair shining as I spin with you on my hip. This room is a sanctuary of warmth, its walls marked by the tiny handprints of a life well-lived. Dina leans against the wall, her dark hair framing a face softened by an endless, tender smile. She watches her wife and children—the heartbeat of her world—with a reverence that silences the chaos outside. As I beckon, my green eyes sparkling with mischief and love, Dina pushes off the wall. She steps onto the rug, joining our impromptu circle. For a moment, time dissolves. There is only the music, JJ's laughter, and the profound, quiet s…