This character is under 18 so the relationship is PLATONIC
Summary: After you help her down from a panic attack, Ellie calls you Mom for the first time.
Contents: mentions of David, trauma response, Ellie isolates herself, Night terror, Panic attack, Panic attack comfort.
A/N: I re-watched the last of us, and omg I need to comfort this bby so bad.
Ellie was such a ray of sunshine, so funny, so fiesty, so sweet. But ever since what happened with David, she just wasn't herself. She was quiet, reclusive and she never left her room, you went upstairs with a tray of food three times a day and left it outside her door, only returning an hour later to see it half eaten and abandoned in the same place you left it.
You missed her. You missed your walking boost of serotonin. Joel, Tess and you had been given her by the fireflies, you were all friends aswell as coworkers, well Joel and Tess had a little fling going on- but to each their own. She was so cute when you first met eachother, her little pocket knife and her messy brown hair.
And ever since you were assigned her as 'cargo', you hadn't been the same. The 14 year old immediately took a liking to you, and you to her. She stuck by your side through everything, you were practically attached by the hip.
She was with you when Tess died, when you tried to find Bill and Frank, when you met Henry and Sam, and when Joel told you he would no longer be coming with you. Ellie was your shadow, always lurking around watching you, smiling in admiration when you killed some infected in a particularly impressive way.
And that's why, after David, you couldn't bring yourself to deliver Ellie to the fireflies. You weren't stupid, you had a degree in biology for fucks sake, you knew- deep down that Ellie wouldn't make it out of that operating room. You knew she would want the truth and so you told her the truth.
Sitting in an old rusted car, driving down an abandoned highway back to Jackson you told her. She was conflicted- her life? For the world's? She was inclined to say yes. However, once you reminded her of the reality- it was unlikely it would work, and if it did it would be used as a political weapon against Fedra, and probably wouldn't see another person after its initial creation.
Once you made it back to Wyoming, you both settled down. Maria gifted you an old run down house to take on as your own.
When Ellie isolated herself in her room, you knew you had to leave her to it. She went through a traumatic experience and she deserved the time by herself to heal, no matter how much you were worried about her.
So, to take your mind of it, you went on patrols and found paint, old books, decorations and lights to try and make the house a home, and you think that you did that successfully. You painted the kitchen cabinets, reupholstered all the stools and couches. Added string lights in the living room and your bedroom to make it more cozy, and added potted plants around the house to bring the outside in.
After about 2 weeks the only room left to decorate was Ellie's. You had a large can of pale blue paint, and had collected a lot of posters of 70s-80s bands she had info-dumped about a while back.
It was night time, 10pm to be exact and you were exhausted- you did your usual routine, applying a moisturizer on your face and brushing your teeth before heading towards Ellie's door.
A small crack of warm light came out from underneath the wooden paneled door. Your first knocked onto the wood,
"you alright in there sweetheart?" you spoke softly, earning just a hum in response. "Well I'm going to sleep now- if you need anything don't be afraid just come wake me up"
"night y/n" Ellie's voice spoke quietly from the other side, if your ear wasn't pressed up against the panels you wouldn't of heard it. "Goodnight Ellie."
••••••••
At first the sound of Ellie's screams were no surprise, you often heard her sobbing, begging and pleading in your dreams, but this one was different it was clearer than usual.
Eyes flittering open and reaching over to your bed side table, you flicked on the reading lamp and blinked as your eyes adjusted to the warm golden light the bulb emitted. It did not take long for you to realize that the cries were very much real, and very much coming from Ellie's room across the hall.
Before you could even comprehend what you were doing, you scrambled out of bed and across the landing, swinging open the oak door that lead into the teenagers room. You hurried over to her bedside, turning on the table lamp so you could see Ellie fully.
Her body was writhing, her hands clawing at her own skin subconsciously. Her eyes remained closed, she was still asleep. Shit. First things first, let's make sure she doesn't hurt herself. You took her hands in yours, ever so softly, stroking your thumb against her palms reassuringly. You began speaking to her, trying to rouse her from her sleep as she began to fight against you.
"Baby- Ellie, it's just me Babygirl" you said, louder than you usually would. "You gotta wake up for my sweetheart."
After about a minute her eyes opened slowly- however there was a deep-rooted anger in them at first, for a split second she thought that you were him. She went to push you off of her.
"Sweetheart- sweetheart, it's just me Babygirl, it's just me." You comforted. Ellie's eyes softened, her angry screaming turning into words made incoherent by her relentless sobbing. You took a seat next to her on the single bed mattress, allowing Ellie's arms to wrap securely around your waist.
Her chest heaved- breathing quick and unsteadily. "5 things you can see, you know the drill" you told her, hands tangling into the brunette hair that laid in your lap.
"I can see... You, my sketches on the wall, my pencils, the moon out of my window and my comic book." She trembled through shaky breaths.
"Good Girl. Now, four things you can feel?"
"my bed sheets, your t-shirt, your hand in my hair and the socks on my feet." She spoke calmer this time, but the sniffles and occasional sob still left her lips.
"Well done sweetheart, three things you can hear."
"The clock ticking, your breathing, and my sniffles"
"Mhm.. and two things you can smell?"
"Your new soap and the smell of freshly clean laundry"
"And lastly, one thing you can taste"
"My toothpaste" she says, her breathing had now slowed and her sobs turned into the occasional sniffle.
"Well done Ellie, in so proud of you" you hummed, you pecked her forehead lightly- and grinned when you saw the hint of a smile grace her face.
"Can you stay with me till I fall asleep?" She whispered, looking up at you. "Course I can." you replied before shuffling onto the bed in a comfier position.
Ellie's face, still damp from tears buried itself in the crook of your neck, arms wrapping around you like her life depended on it.
Hello! May I please get a drabble of Vader just b a r e l y not killing Maternal!Reader? Like he couldn't make himself go all the way through it or something so he just left a message for her to find when she wakes up warning her to stay low or he'll be forced to finish the job? And maybe she somehow made her way to Tatooine and met baby Luke and maybe Obi-wan? I hope you're staying safe and healthy! Love you 💙💙
The Force erupts.
The Sith’s anger explodes, rippling across the galaxy. The most powerful beings in the galaxy feel it, although few are left to listen.
Two voices speak to you.
The first is his- but it isn’t.
“Go- leave.” It warns. “Leave me and never return, or I will do what I must.”
His breathing is heavy and his tone is mechanical. The words are Anakin’s and yet he would never hurt you, much less try and kill you.
His weighted footsteps clunk away. The last thing you see before unconsciousness takes you is the swish of a black cape.
To Tatooine, you must go, the second voice whispers. Waiting for you, hope is.
You’re clinging to life and you cannot go to a medcenter, nor can you explain the lightsaber wounds marring your form. With nowhere left to turn, you obey both orders.
He’s waiting for you. A cloaked figure, with eyes that seem to have aged years in the short few weeks you’ve been apart.
Ben Kenobi embraces you, and it’s this gesture more than anything else that convinces you his time as a Jedi has passed.
“He spoke of hope,” you say, over and over. It’s your lifeline as your strength returns. Your companion is too familiar with lightsaber wounds, but he heals you all the same.
He grieves with you; his sadness deepens when you tell him of Anakin’s true fate.
Ben saves your life. At the same time, he regrets not killing Anakin when you had the chance. It’s horribly, paradoxically, both unforgivable and understandable.
“We still have hope,” Ben says, pointing towards the Lars homestead. You accompany him on his daily walks, to rebuild your capabilities, but now, his intentions are clear.
A baby’s laugh sounds in the air. Your breath stops, and the pieces clink into place.
“There’s hope,” you gasp, and all is not yet lost.
Ellie met you when Maria had assigned her a new patrol route.
She was just walking around in the foliage of the woods, minding her own business and keeping a close eye out for runners when an arrow zipped past her face shooting a deer right in-between the eyes
She span around drawing her gun and pointing it towards the culprit.
"Look. I don't want no trouble- just let me get the deer. Please." You said, hands leaving your bow on the ground and lifting them up in surrender.
"Where are you from? what commune?" She asked, gun still pointed at you. "I'm not from a commune, I'm independent- but I really need to get home, I've been out too long already, I got a little one at home, I need to be back before dark"
"Alright. Go" she said her voice cold, lowering her gun and backing away cautiously.
Ever since then, Ellie always volunteered for that route, hoping that you'd bump into eachother again.
And after a few weeks, you did.
Ellie had strayed off of the route, going further away than Maria had instructed her to go until she saw a cozy brick house on a hill.
It was quite large, a river running past it, a water mill spinning, vines and flowers over grown and running up the walls.
Grey smoke floated out of the house's chimney, signalling to Ellie that there was life inside.
She was still hiding in the woods, out of sight as she watched the house's windows. Trying to spot any movement from the inside.
And that's when she saw you. In one of the upstairs windows, standing over a crib and rocking a baby wrapped in a pastel yellow onesie.
Unfortunately, the sun began to set on the idyllic picture, signalling to Ellie to make her way back to Jackson.
It had been three weeks since she'd spotted you at your home. Ellie felt weird and almost creepy for lurking around the outside of your home that day, so she didn't diverge from her expected route again. Until she'd gotten herself into a... Situation which resulted in her dislocating her shoulder and a nasty knock at the back of her head. And that's how she turned up at your doorstep, knocking on your door.
You opened the door to a disheveled, battered and very out of it Ellie.
"shit. Are you okay?" You asked, earning no response but a groan of pain. "Right okay. Uh come in." You offered.
Was it stupid? Letting a stranger into your house? Probably. But she let you go when she easily could've killed you and stole your food, and you didn't like being in debt to someone.
You guided her into the living room, pushing her down onto the brown leather couch before running off to the bathroom and retrieving the white plastic first aid box.
Ellie was awoken by crying coming from the kitchen.
She got up from the couch, stumbling into the source of the crying. She saw you, holding the baby up against your body, holding a bottle of formula to the baby's mouth.
"Shh sweetheart, shh it's okay Mama's here" you cooed at the baby, completely unaware of your surroundings.
"Boy or girl?" She asked, her voice raspy from just waking up.
"Girl... Her names Rosalie or Rosie" you laughed, bouncing her up and down in your arms, the cries dimming to sniffles as she began nursing on the nipple of the bottle.
Ellie soon leaves, getting back onto shimmer and riding her back to Jackson.
You and Rosalie turn into a part of her daily routine. Whenever she's out on patrol and she sees a baby book, or a blanket she shoves it into her bag.
She goes to see you and your baby every Friday, you'd usually cook her something and she'd play with Rosie while your doing chores and giving you a much needed break.
