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i'll be there for christmas (2/3)

Janis gets to meet another brother just before dinner. Cady is doing a last frantic check of their outfits before they head in, making sure every last detail is presentable.

A man steps through the front door behind them. Cady doesn’t notice, absorbed with cuffing the sleeves of Janis’ sweater. Janis recognizes him as… one of the brothers, from the photos in her binder, so she figures there’s no need for alarm. He points to Cady and makes a hush gesture with his finger against his lips. Janis gives a surreptitious nod while Cady isn’t looking.

She smiles when he sneaks up and snatches Cady around the waist, hauling her off her feet and twirling her in a rather aggressive circle. Cady shrieks in surprise and tries in vain to wiggle her way out of the tight hold.

Her brother puts her back down and gives a billion-dollar smile when Cady whirls around in a huff to see which one it was. “You’re such an asshole, Clifton!”

“Oh, man, full named by my own baby sister?” Clifton sighs. “Tough crowd.”

Cady smiles widely and wraps her brother in a tight hug. “I missed you.”

“I missed you too. How’ve they been?”

“Them,” Cady mumbles. Her brother nods and gently pats the top of her head. “I hate you.”

“Look, you haven’t grown since you were eleven and that is not my fault,” Clifton says. “Seriously, though, they’ve…”

“They’ve been their usual uncaring selves, Clif, I don’t know what else to tell you,” Cady sighs. “All father can talk about is the latest tax information and all mother can talk about is the Christmas party and my fucking audacity.”

“Audacity?” Clifton questions. Cady motions vaguely towards Janis, who gives a small wave. “Oh, hello. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to ignore you. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

Janis smiles a bit as she accepts his offered handshake. She can tell he has absolutely no idea who she is, but there’s a genuine kindness in his eyes that tells Janis he’d greet her the same way if she was the help or his father’s latest business partner.

“Janis Sarkisian,” she says. “Nice to meet you too, Clifton.”

He had a special note on his page. Exclusively goes by Clif, but let him tell you that. It makes him happy.

“Oh, god, please call me Clif. Only my parents call me Clifton,” he says. Janis smirks and nods a bit. Exactly as the book said.

“Got it.”

Clifton looks back to Cady for an explanation as to how this all comes together. Cady tilts her head and looks at him pityingly, seeing if he can piece it together himself. He frowns for a moment, and then his eyebrows raise quite high on his forehead.

“You’re the girlfriend! Oh! Well, in that case, I’m fucking delighted to meet you!”

“I am,” Janis laughs. “I don’t think I’m allowed to swear back, but I’m… really delighted to meet you too.”

“I have all of Cady’s most embarrassing baby stories, you’ll have to come find me anytime you need something against her,” Clifton says. “And I know all the tricks when she gets to be too much to deal with.”

“Hey!” Cady says. “Dickhead.”

“Brat,” Clifton retaliates.

“That’s uncalled for,” Cady says. “Now come on, where are they?”

“They’re coming, kid, chill,” Clifton chuckles. Janis is briefly confused, wondering who she means, until a blonde woman comes in the door with a baby and a young girl.

“There they are!” Cady squeals. Janis is more confused when she rushes to pull the little girl into a hug, being careful not to crush her thick glasses. “How’s my brilliant niece?”

“I’m good,” the girl replies. “How are you, Auntie Cady?”

“Fantastic now that you’re here! Oh, you’re so tall!” Cady coos. “And look at you, munchkin!”

“Hi!” the baby says happily. Cady gasps.

“You can talk!”

“Hi!” the baby repeats.

“Alright, well, that counts,” Cady says. “Oh, and you have glasses too, you match! You’re both so big.”

“And who’s this?” the woman asks, looking at Janis.

“Hm?” Cady hums. Janis sighs and hopes it comes off affectionately.

“This is Cady’s famous girlfriend, Janis,” Clifton says. “Janis, this is my wife, Hannah, and my daughters Eliana and Elspeth.”

“But we call them Lana and Elsie,” Cady fills in with the baby in her arms. “Don’t we, Els?”

“Hi,” Elsie says, waving to Janis.

“Hi,” Janis chuckles, waving back.

“Hi!”

“Hi!” Janis laughs.

“Yes, that is all she knows how to say for now,” Clifton chuckles. “But we’re working on it.”

“She’s cute enough to make up for it,” Cady says. “But I wanna hear all about what Lana’s been reading lately! Oh, but you guys must be tired. Okay, Lana, we’ll have a chat in the morning. First thing, alright?”

“Okay,” the girl giggles. “Goodnight.”

“Goodnight, guys,” Cady says. She kisses her nieces and brother on the cheek and hands the baby over. Hannah comes to shake Janis’ hand.

“It is really nice to meet you,” she says. Janis shakes her hand politely, analyzing every inch of the bottle blonde woman. Whereas Clif seemed genuinely fucking delighted to meet her, Hannah looks at her like she’s the absolute scum of the earth. She clearly also came from money. In a far different way than her husband.

“Nice to meet you too,” Janis says. “Have a good night.”

“Enjoy your last night without the parents, Clify,” Cady teases.

“Enjoy your night with them, Cadence,” Clifton retaliates. “Nice to meet you, Janis.”

“You too. Goodnight,” Janis responds. Cady sighs as they head to the elevators and comes to stand by Janis. “Shall we?”

“God, help,” Cady mutters under her breath. “At least we have Callum now.”

—————

Janis yawns as she wakes up the next morning. Cady, as always, is already long gone, her side of the huge bed neatly made and no sign of life to be found.

Janis rolls out of bed and gets dressed. She and Cady are meant to be going out again today, so she dons some cozy but presentable clothes and runs a brush through her hair.

Cady usually waits for her either at the breakfast table or somewhere along her way down so they can eat together. Janis makes her way down through the winding halls and towards the dining room.

She about jumps out of her skin when she sees a large man with long blonde hair sitting there instead of Cady.

She turns around, wondering if she has the wrong room or maybe even the wrong house, somehow. There’s certainly no sign of Cady.

The man looks up when he notices her staring. “Oh, hey!”

“Uh… hi,” Janis responds warily.

“I’m Clark,” he says. “Nice to meet you.”

“You too,” Janis says. “I’m Janis.”

“Janis…” he mutters, trying to figure out where he knows her.

“I’m, uh… Cady’s girlfriend,” she says.

“Janis!” Clark replies eagerly, his eyes practically lighting up as he puts the pieces together. “That’s what’s up.”

Janis isn’t totally sure how to respond to that, so she just nods.

“Cady had a meeting,” Clark explains. “She should be out soon.”

Janis nods again and pulls out her phone to order her breakfast. “Cady said you programmed this?”

“Haha, yeah,” Clark says. “Pretty sick, right?”

“Yeah, it’s amazing,” Janis says. “Really handy.”

“Thanks,” Clark says with a very ‘bro’ nod. Janis looks closer and notices his eyes are a bit red.

“Um… this might be overstepping, but… are you okay?”

“I’m doing just fine on this ride,” Clark responds. “Oh, shit, are my eyes red?” Janis nods. “Damn. Have you seen my parents?”

“Not recently?” Janis responds in confusion.

“I had a loooot of edibles on the flight,” Clark says. “And the way home. And for breakfast. Hey, you want some? These lil’ shits are amazing, they’ll open your eyes to a whole new world of-”

“Clark, stop trying to give my girlfriend drugs,” Cady says as she comes clicking down the hall. She comes up behind Janis and bends down to kiss her cheek. “Good morning, baby.”

“Morning,” Janis replies, gently giving her a peck on the lips. She passes Cady her phone so she can put in her own breakfast order and asks, “How was your meeting?”

“Tedious,” Cady sighs, massaging the back of her neck as she taps in her order.

“Baby sisteeeeeeer?” Clark singsongs from across the table.

“Yes?”

“Will you get me some waffles?”

“You literally have your laptop in front of you, order your own,” Cady huffs.

“If I touch anything the program I’m working on won’t work anymore,” Clark whines. “Pleeeeeease?”

“And where is your phone?” Cady hums.

“In my room,” Clark replies sheepishly, like a toddler with a broken toy.

“You’re a nuisance,” Cady sighs as she adds the waffles to the order.

“With strawberries?”

Cady rolls her eyes and types it into the notes section before sending it off. “Yes, you’re a nuisance with strawberries.”

“Bro, that’s my favorite cologne!”

“What does that even- never mind,” Cady sighs. “Have you two gotten introduced or did he move right into trying to get you high?”

“We got introduced,” Janis chuckles. “And I appreciate it, but I haven’t really been one to get high since college.”

“If you ever want to, he’s your man,” Cady hums. “He’s got all kinds of stuff.”

“You ever done ‘shrooms?” Clark asks.

“What?! No!” Janis says. “Just weed.”

“You should try ‘shrooms,” Clark says. “Shit, dude.”

“He’s kind of the black sheep of the family,” Cady whispers.

“I see why,” Janis whispers back. “He’s nice though.”

“He is. He’s a good brother,” Cady chuckles.

“Do you have them all ranked?” Janis asks. Cady blushes and presses her lips into a thin line before she gives a small nod. “Where’s he?”

“Fourth,” Cady replies softly. “He and Callum are pretty close, though. Callum’s third.”

“Who’s first?”

“Clif,” Cady says immediately. “Always has been.”

“That makes sense. Clif’s a really good guy,” Janis replies.

“Just wait til you meet Chester,” Cady sighs. “Clif will seem like an angel who walks the Earth by comparison.”

“Can’t wait.”

—————-

Janis is violently awoken the next morning by Cady crashing back into their room after a clearly busy morning. She winces when she realizes just how loud she’s being and turns to look at Janis.

“I’m sorry,” she whispers, as if being quiet now will undo the cacophony a mere second ago.

“It’s fine,” Janis says, panting a bit to get her breath back. “Morning.”

“Good morning,” Cady chuckles.

Janis watches as she heads to her closet to pull out an elegant pair of slacks and a sweater. She hesitates, moving to put the sweater back and then changing her mind a few times.

“Do you have any sweaters I could borrow? I promise I’ll take good care of it,” Cady says. Janis yawns and rubs her eyes.

“Uh… sure. Why?”

“Maddie and Hannah and I always have tea whenever we’re all in the same place. They’d, er… really get a kick out of seeing me in something of yours.”

“Have at it,” Janis says, motioning to her own closet. Cady shoots her a thankful smile and heads over to pick something.

“So soft!” she gasps upon feeling the first garment. “Wow, everything is.”

“I’m nothing if not comfortable,” Janis chuckles sleepily. Cady picks the cream colored sweater Janis wore on her flight and looks at her to confirm she can actually borrow it. Janis nods, so Cady pads off to the restroom to change with some privacy.

Janis looks at the clock and sees it’s already 10:30, so she decides she should probably also get ready for the day. She would take a page out of Cady’s book and ask to borrow something, but Cady’s clothes are all probably worth more than Janis’ apartment. And Cady’s also roughly two-thirds of her size.

She dons a pair of dark jeans and a deep berry-colored button down. It’s soft enough to be comfortable through the day, and fancy enough that she won’t have to get changed before dinner with Cady’s family. A win-win.

“Whoa,” Cady says under her breath upon returning from the bathroom.

“Hm?” Janis hums.

“You look nice,” Cady replies, scurrying past her to find some shoes.

“Oh. Thanks,” Janis says, subconsciously tugging at her collar.

“You should wear that color more often,” Cady says.

“I might,” Janis says as she tries very very hard not to blush. “Am I supposed to go with you?”

“Not unless you really want to. You can just enjoy your day,” Cady shrugs. “I’ll catch up with you later. Since there’s more people around now we’ll need to spend a bit more time together or it’ll be suspicious.”

“Sounds good,” Janis says. Cady gives her a nod and a smile as she heads back out the door.

Janis flops back into bed and pulls out her phone. She texts Damian his usual morning update and plays a color by numbers game to pass a bit of time. She’d ordinarily go exploring or find someone to chat with, but it’s very cold this morning and Cady’s family is starting to wear on her just the slightest bit. She needs her own company and the warmth of the indoors for a while.

She startles when she hears a scream.

It sounds like Cady. Without thinking, Janis jumps up and runs off in the direction it came from.

Cady and her sisters-in-law all pause and look at her oddly when she goes bursting in. Janis also freezes in her tracks when she sees everything is perfectly fine. Cady and Madeleine are mid-hug, but there’s nothing concerning. Of course nothing happened, the security around here is nuts.

“Sorry. I heard a scream,” Janis mumbles. “I’ll just- uh…”

“Join us,” Madeleine offers. “We’d love to have you.”

“Oh, I don’t wanna intrude,” Janis says sheepishly. “Sorry for… literally crashing.”

“Nonsense!” Hannah titters. “We’d love to get to know you better.”

Janis looks at Cady to see if she wants her to join. Cady smiles at her the slightest bit, still firmly in the arms of Madeleine, and nods.

“Uh… if you’re sure, I guess,” Janis says. Hannah pulls up a chair for her to join them at the table covered with little desserts, sandwiches, and some a very fancy china tea set. “Thank you.”

“Hi!” Elsie chirps delightedly when she sees Janis. Apparently the littlest ones get to hang out with their mothers, because Madeleine has Naomi asleep in her free arm.

“Hey, Elsie!” Janis greets with just as much excitement. Elsie smiles in delight at the returned greeting, and Janis smiles back. Hannah suddenly hoists her over the table. “Oh, uh-”

“She wants you to hold her,” Hannah says. Janis hesitates, but does take the baby.

“Do you have experience with little ones?” Madeleine asks as she and Cady finally stop hugging and sit back down.

“Not for a long time. I’m six years older than my little sister, so I helped my mom with her sometimes, but she’s… y’know, not a baby anymore,” Janis says with a chuckle.

“You have a sister?” Hannah asks.

“Yeah. Half-sister, technically,” Janis says, bouncing Elsie on her knee. “Her name’s Juliana. Julie.”

“Your parents did the same letter thing too, huh?” Madeleine chuckles.

“There’s nothing wrong with that!” Hannah defends.

“You’re just saying that because you did it too, Han,” Cady teases. “Didn’t she, Els?”

“Hi,” Elsie says.

“Hi,” Cady giggles in reply.

“Can I ask what that scream was about?” Janis asks. Hannah and Madeleine both look to Cady, who hunches in on herself a bit and hides her blushing face behind Janis’ back. Elsie tries to turn and see where her auntie has gone, making Janis struggle to keep a hold on the wiggly little one.

“I’m expecting again,” Madeleine chuckles. “I just told these two, and Cady always gets excited when there’s a pregnancy.”

“Oh, congratulations!” Janis says. “Yeah, she talks about your kids all the time.”

“Thank you,” Madeleine says.

“I do not talk about them all the time,” Cady huffs.

“At least once a day,” Janis retaliates. “That’s all the time.”

“Is not!”

“Is so,” Janis says. “Right, Elsie?”

“Hi!” Elsie declares vehemently.

“Yeah,” Janis nods. “She agrees.”

“With me,” Cady says. “Or she’s a little traitor.”

“That was clearly agreement with me!” Janis scoffs.

“You better learn to say more words quick, Elsie,” Cady warns jokingly. “We’re gonna need you to settle debates for us.”

Elsie’s bespectacled eyes widen the slightest bit as she becomes aware of this new responsibility on her year-old shoulders. Cady giggles and kisses her cheek.

“Do you want some tea or anything, honey?” Cady asks. “I forgot to serve you, I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay, baby,” Janis replies. “I’m not really a tea person, anyway, you know that. Those sandwiches look pretty good though, I wouldn’t mind one of those.”

Hannah takes the (probably genuine) silver tongs to grab a finger sandwich and rest it on a saucer. Janis takes it and rests it in front of herself, just out of reach of little hands.

“Thanks.”

“You’re welcome,” Hannah says. It’s quiet for a few seconds. Cady leans in against Janis’ shoulder and apparently decides to continue their conversation from before Janis’ entrance.

“Do you know what you’re having, yet, Maddie?”

“Yes, but you can’t tell your brother,” Madeleine says warningly.

“I won’t!” Cady whines. “You can trust me, come on.”

“It’s another boy,” Madeleine says. Cady squeals sharply into Janis’ ear and does a very undignified tap dance beneath the table. Janis laughs just seeing her forgo all the etiquette and elegance she normally has. It’s nice, in a kind of strange way. Cady seems free when she’s with her sisters.

“A boy! Really?” Cady asks eagerly. Madeleine nods. “Oh, how perfect! Lenny gets a brother, that’ll be so sweet.”

“He’s been begging for a brother for years,” Madeleine says. “He’s great with the girls, but I know he wants a brother too. We haven’t told the kids I’m expecting yet, though. We want to tell them on Christmas morning.”

“Have you told Mother and Father?” Cady asks.

“Not yet. We might do that on Christmas too, we’re just trying to find the right time,” Madeleine shrugs. “And Callum’s present this year is finding out the sex, so don’t tell him.”

“I won’t!” Cady insists. Janis chuckles and gently rests her head against Cady’s as it still sits on her shoulder.

“How long have you guys been doing this?” Janis asks, laughing as Elsie tries to join the cuddle session and eventually settles for just flopping down over both of their laps.

“We’ve been doing tea in some form or another since Hannah and Clif got married, so I would’ve been… nine,” Cady says.

“Wow,” Janis says.

“A nine year old Cady is hard to bond with,” Hannah chuckles. “But she’s so important to Clifton, I started it just to have some way to get close to her. Madeline married Callum a few years later and joined us.”

“And Charles’ wife Violeta joins us sometimes, but she’s arriving late this year,” Madeleine explains.

“It’s a fun sister thing,” Cady explains. “But never more than the four of us. You know Clark never married, and he got banned after he dosed his own tea with acid one year. And Chester’s wife…”

“…Chester’s wife?” Janis questions.

“She hasn’t told you?” Hannah asks in shock.

“No,” Janis says. “Should-should I be worried, what’s-”

“Chester’s wife and I dated in high school,” Cady spits out. “For a year. And she hates me because I broke her heart when I ended things. So she got her revenge on me by… marrying my brother.”

“We don’t really talk to her much,” Madeleine explains.

“Oh,” Janis says. “Well, she sounds like a real catch.”

“Wait until you meet her,” Cady grumbles. “I never told you about her for a reason.”

“She can’t be that bad,” Janis says.

“She married Chester. Willingly,” Cady says. Janis nods.

“Maybe she can.”

“She can,” Madeleine and Hannah say at the same time.

“She’s a big fashion designer and model now,” Cady says. “She was a millionaire before, but she definitely married Chester for his money.”

“I never liked her,” Madeleine growls. Janis takes that much more seriously. Madeleine always seems so genuine and welcoming; at least in the brief interactions they’ve had so far. Hearing that much venom in her tone tells Janis almost everything she needs to know about this woman.

“My tastes have improved significantly,” Cady hums, leaning up for a kiss. Janis returns it and adds one on the tip of Cady’s nose for good measure.

“To say the least,” Hannah says with a chuckle. There’s a glint in her eye that tells Janis she doesn’t quite mean that. That she’s watching her. Janis doesn’t mind. “How long have the two of you been together?”

“About three years,” Janis replies easily. Cady smiles and cuddles back into her side, booping Elsie’s nose on Janis’ lap.

“In January,” Cady says to fill in the gaps.

“Tell us all about your little meet-cute, then,” Madeleine says as she takes a sip of her tea. Janis and Cady both tense the slightest bit and look at each other.

“I work in one of the branches of the café Mr. Heron owns,” Janis begins, trying to keep any hesitance from her voice.

“And I was doing a locations check with him as part of my studies,” Cady says, following along with their slightly edited story. “I was running behind and left the building in a hurry.”

“And I… was late for work,” Janis admits. “So I didn’t see her and she came flying out the door and knocked me over.”

“I wouldn’t have knocked you over if your shoes had been tied!” Cady insists.

“At the speed you were going, you so would’ve,” Janis teases. “Anyway. I looked up and saw her, and she was just… the most beautiful girl I’d ever seen.”

“And I thought the same,” Cady says softly, looking into Janis’ eyes. Janis feels her cheeks burning and quickly looks away. She takes a bite of her sandwich as a diversion. It’s quite good, but she can feel Hannah’s judgements of her manners from here. “So I snuck back the next day to give her my contact information.”

“And it took a little bit of finagling, but we eventually made things official,” Janis says. “And here we are.”

“Here we are,” Cady echoes softly. She looks at Janis oddly as she adds, “I’ve… never been happier.”

Janis blushes again and decides to hide this one with a kiss. Cady returns it and gently cups her cheek.

“Alright, lovebirds, it’s impolite to make out over tea,” Madeleine says. They did hear a whistle come from her direction, though, so they both know how she really feels about it.

“Sorry,” Janis chuckles.

“Not sorry,” Cady says with a content little wiggle. Janis can’t help but laugh.

“Dork.”

“Hey!” Cady pouts.

“She’s right, Cades,” Hannah chuckles.

“Hmph.”

Janis gently kisses Cady’s pout away before turning to the other ladies. “So… you guys must have little Cady stories. Do you have any favorites I should know?”

“We have small Cady stories, not quite little Cady stories,” Hannah corrects. “Clif’s told me a few, though.”

“Oh god,” Cady groans. “Clif has all the good ones.”

“Do tell,” Janis says eagerly.

“His personal favorite happened… a lot,” Hannah continues, her smile growing as Cady whines and hides in Janis’ lap next to Elsie. The baby giggles and wraps herself around her auntie’s head, and neither of them complain.

“Mmh,” Cady whines.

“All the kids in the family grew up with nannies and also taking language classes, I’m sure you know Cady’s a polyglot?” Hannah says. Janis nods. She didn’t, but she’s clearly supposed to. “How many languages do you speak again, Cady?”

“Seven,” Cady replies, muffled by Janis’ lap. Elsie giggles again as the word tickles her tummy.

“You speak seven languages and never told me?!” Janis gasps. “That’s crazy!”

“She never told you?” Madeleine questions.

“Oh, uh… I mean, I knew she spoke a bunch, but she doesn’t like to brag about stuff like that around me. So she never told me, like, exactly how many,” Janis says. Her teeth are starting to ache lying through them so much.

“Anyway, so when Cady was a little one she was, er… prone to tantrums,” Hannah says as gently as she can.

“She still is,” Madeleine teases.

“Hey!” Cady huffs.

“But she didn’t always know what language she was speaking, so sometimes she would cry and scream for something in Spanish or French or whatever without realizing, and she had no idea nobody could understand her,” Hannah says. “Which only made her more frustrated and escalated everything.”

“Aww,” Janis chuckles. She doesn’t know what to do with her hands while she listens. She eventually settles for combing them through the ends of Cady’s hair in gentle strokes. Her hair is impossibly soft, and Cady doesn’t complain, so she continues.

“But the kicker is that that’s how everyone else picked up all those languages,” Hannah says with a very polite laugh. “Eventually they put together everything she was saying, and now all her brothers and her parents are at least conversational in everything she speaks.”

“From her tantrums?”

“From her tantrums,” Hannah confirms.

“That’s very impressive for toddler you, baby,” Janis says, gently running a hand through Cady’s hair.

“Oh, no, she was about nine by the time she stopped that. Clif and I were dating, I even got to see a few,” Hannah corrects.

“I told you I was a brat,” Cady grumbles.

“I can kind of see that,” Janis chuckles.

“Can we be done with the bullying Cady hour now please?”

“Pfft, no way,” Janis chuckles. “I need to know this stuff.”

“Why?”

“Don’t worry about it.”

“Elsie,” Cady whines. Elsie giggles. “Tell Janis to stop being so mean.”

“Hi,” Elsie says.

“Yeah, hi. Big help there, kid.”

“Don’t be mean to her,” Hannah jokes.

“You guys are being mean to me, I gotta return the favor on someone!” Cady huffs, finally sitting upright and taking the baby with her.

“Hi?” Elsie questions, patting Cady’s cheeks.

“Hi, Els,” Cady chuckles.

“Now let us tell you about how the first tea time went,” Madeleine says.

“Maddie, don’t you dare!”

—————

Cady gives a truly spectacular groan as she wakes up the next morning. Janis startles a bit from her spot next to her. She’s not used to Cady still being there, and certainly not used to… whatever that was.

“Good morning,” she says softly. “What’s the matter?”

“Chester,” Cady grumbles. “He’ll be arriving today. He’s absolutely insufferable.”

“He can’t be so bad,” Janis says, trying to keep the peace.

“Oh, he is,” Cady sighs in reply, pulling herself into a very slow sit. “He has been since we were children. Everyone treated him like the baby. Because he was. And he probably was supposed to be. And then I came along, and he’s quite literally hated me ever since.”

“Damn,” Janis says. “I’m sorry.”

“I have four other brothers to make up for his lacking,” Cady shrugs. “None of them like him either.”

Janis can’t tell if she feels bad for Chester or not. Her loyalties obviously lie with Cady, but she feels bad for the man who seems to have been moderately ostracized by his entire sibling group.

“What’s so bad about him?” Janis questions. “Just so I know what I’m dealing with, and everything.”

“Oh, just wait,” Cady sighs. “You’ll know as soon as you shake his hand, I promise you.”

Janis tries to contain her panic, and nods. What kind of hell is this going to be?

—-

Cady turned out to be completely right.

Well, almost.

Chester doesn’t so much as shake her hand as… parade through the front door and use her as a coatrack.

“Hey!” Janis huffs, tugging his very nice cashmere coat off her face. “I’m a human person, y’know.”

“Congratulations, now be a dear and hang it up, would you? We’re not paying you to just stand around, are we?”

“We’re not paying her anything,” Cady growls, taking the coat and chucking it back at her brother. “That’s my girlfriend, you blind oaf.”

Chester looks Janis up and down before raising a suspicious eyebrow at his baby sister. “Really?”

“Yes, really, and I don’t care to hear your irrelevant judgements about it. Now piss off,” Cady says.

“Such hostility, Cady darling. Do you really still hold a grudge against me after all these years?” Chester hums haughtily.

“It’s not a grudge if you’re still doing all the same shit, Checky,” Cady says. “Where’s your arm candy?”

“Regina is coming later, she had a previous engagement,” Chester says. Man, can this guy not talk like he’s straight out of a Dickens novel?

“So you decided to have your private jet take three flights instead of the one? Way to help the environment, Check.”

Chester trills his lips in disbelief. “I recycle!”

“Uhhuh,” Cady huffs.

“Where are the blasted maids? Since your beloved is apparently too good to hang up a simple coat.”

“You wouldn’t make Regina hang up my coat! Why should Janis have to?”

“Look at her, Cady,” Chester says pityingly. “She has the face.”

“She does not!” Cady gasps in horror. “Oh, you are unbelievable!”

“You’re getting hysterical, dear sister. Is it that time of the month?”

Janis has to physically hold Cady back at that point. They were meant to go right into dinner once Chester arrived, but Janis feels it’s better to be a bit late so Cady can have a chance to calm down than to subject the rest of Cady’s family to her current state.

“It was nice to meet you, Chester,” Janis says as she slowly drags Cady backwards towards the elevators.

“Yes, whatever. Service, hello?!”

“I see what you mean,” Janis sighs when the elevator doors slide shut and she feels it’s safe to release Cady.

“Urgh! He is such a bastard!” Cady says in frustration. “I hope he is. Would make me feel much better about our relationship.”

“You’re nothing like him,” Janis says softly. Cady looks at her with something almost tender in her eyes. “I promise. You weren’t perfect, but you at least looked at me like a person from the day we met.”

“Because you are,” Cady says softly. Janis isn’t sure how to respond when Cady shuffles up and leans against her shoulder. “I’m sorry to ask this after you’ve spent all this time getting dressed, but can we call out of dinner tonight? I cannot be civil around that… cretin.”

“Sure,” Janis laughs. “Tell them it was my fault.”

“No, no,” Cady says. “You’ve taken too many hits for me already.”

“That’s literally my job, here, isn’t it?” Janis says. “Make them hate me as much as possible?”

“No,” Cady huffs. “Your job is just to be here and try to enjoy yourself in spite of the lot of us.”

“But if your family is upset with you-”

“Then they’ll get over it. They need to see something good in you, if you take all the hits for me then this’ll all be for naught and you’ll be miserable in the meantime,” Cady says.

“Okay then,” Janis nods. “This was entirely your fault.”

Cady chuckles and gently whacks her arm. “Yes, it was. We’ll tell them I wasn’t feeling well and you heroically carried me all the way back to bed.”

“Do you want me to?” Janis asks.

“Hm?”

“How much do you weigh?”

“I beg your pardon?”

“No, not like that!” Janis says frantically. “Just, like… you look small. I could probably actually carry you to the room if you want. Make the story line up or whatever.”

“Could you really?” Cady asks in shock.

“Probably. If you want me to try I will,” Janis shrugs.

“You’re sure you won’t hurt yourself?” Cady asks.

“I mean, I’m not sure so to speak, but I’m pretty strong,” Janis says. “I go to the gym a lot and stuff.”

“Okay,” Cady says. “How should…”

Janis scoops Cady up baby style, linking her hands beneath her for support and desperately ignoring the fact that she’s touching Cady’s ass. Cady wraps her legs around her waist and rests her head on her shoulder with a content hum.

“We’re only doing this because Clark is on this floor,” Cady whispers as the doors open, sounding as if she doesn’t quite believe that herself. “You are strong.”

“Thanks,” Janis chuckles. “You are tiny.”

“Hey!” Cady whines.

“Shh. You’re not feeling well, remember?”

“Oh yeah,” Cady says. Janis chuckles when she yawns after.

“You’re really enjoying this, aren’t you?”

“Nooo,” Cady hums. “This is… mm. Purely for the cover.”

“Whatever you say,” Janis says. “Hey, what did Chester mean when he said I had the face? You seemed… pissed.”

“He meant you have the look of a maid. The help,” Cady sighs. “Asshole. He just meant you… look poor.”

“He’s not wrong,” Janis says.

“He is! The way he said that,” Cady growls. “I’m sick of people talking to you like that.”

“Cady, it’s fine,” Janis says. “I knew what I was getting into.”

“Still,” Cady grumbles. “That’s Clark’s room coming up, careful.”

“Oh, hey,” Clark greets when he sees them walk past his door. “Damn. You good, Cades?”

“She’s not feeling very well,” Janis says.

“Oh, dip. What’s up?” Clark asks, clearly concerned for his baby sister.

“It’s just a migraine,” Cady says, adding a tired rasp and the slightest hint of a whine to it. Just to seal the deal. “Will you tell Mother and Father we’ll be missing dinner tonight, please, Clarkie?”

“Yeah, I got you, fam,” Clark nods. “Must be bad if she’s calling me Clarkie. Janis, you… do you, like…”

“I can handle it,” Janis chuckles. “She just gets whiny.”

“I do not!” Cady whines. “I can feel you looking at each other, stop it.”

“I see,” Clark says gravely. “You sure you don’t need anything?”

“I’ll call for someone if we do,” Janis offers.

“Tight,” Clark nods. “Feel better, Cades.”

“Thanks,” Janis and Cady say at the same time. Janis continues walking to their own room, and they both burst out laughing as soon as the door closes.

“You’re a pretty good actress,” Janis says, resting Cady back on her feet.

“You are too! How did you know I get whiny when I’m sick?” Cady giggles.

“Lucky guess.”

“Hey!”

Janis just laughs again and flops backwards onto their bed. “God, this mattress is amazing. I forgot what having my back not hurt every day was like.”

“Really? This is pretty typical for what we use in the hotels,” Cady says. “What’s yours like at home?”

“A rock,” Janis replies. Just thinking about it makes her shoulders tense, so she rolls them out a few times. “I think it came original with my apartment building. Kind of a miracle I don’t have bed bugs or something.”

“My father owns your building,” Cady says softly. “Is it that bad?”

“No, no,” Janis says. It is, but if she lets Cady know that now her entire worldview will be shattered. Janis thinks it needs to be, just not right now. “It’s not a bad place to live, honestly. Roof over my head and all that. I just know I could… y’know, do better. If I made better money.”

Cady frowns thoughtfully. Janis knows that business oriented mind is whirring along, putting the pieces of Janis’ story together. Janis doesn’t want to completely ruin Cady’s perception of her father. She’s about to change the subject to something lighter when there’s suddenly a deafening rumble from outside.

Cady leaps to her feet and looks around frantically. “What was that?”

“Sounded like thunder,” Janis replies nonchalantly.

“It’s snowing,” Cady says in confusion, pointing to their window.

“Yeah. That can happen sometimes,” Janis says. “Thunder snow.”

Cady turns to look at her with a very serious (and unfairly adorable pout) on her face. “Are you messing with me?”

“I would never,” Janis replies, rolling onto her stomach and looking out the window too. A flash goes off practically the second she looks. “Yeah, see? Lightning. It’s just a thunderstorm. But with snow.”

“Fantastic,” Cady grumbles under her breath, falling into bed next to her and hiding under the covers. Janis frowns in confusion and ducks under to join her.

“You okay?”

“You’ll laugh,” Cady whines into her pillow.

“Try me,” Janis retaliates. “What’s the matter?”

“…I’m afraid of thunderstorms.”

“Why would I laugh at that? That’s totally normal,” Janis replies.

“No it isn’t,” Cady says. “I’m nearly twenty-five. Fifi isn’t even scared of thunder. And she’s three.”

“People are scared of different things,” Janis says with a shrug. “Thunder is pretty normal, I think.”

Cady jumps at another thunderclap booming outside. Inadvertently, she winds up in Janis’ arms. Or maybe it was on purpose?

Either way, she blushes a remarkable shade of scarlet when she realizes where she is and what she’s done, trying to pull away. Janis can see the desperate need for comfort in her eyes and doesn’t let her go. The relationship may be fake, but that doesn’t mean everything they do has to be.

“What are you-” Cady begins to ask, getting cut off by Janis.

“Do you want me to let go?”

Cady mulls it over for a second before shaking her head sheepishly. “No. This is… kind of nice.”

“It is,” Janis agrees. Cady nuzzles a little bit closer, tucking herself into Janis’ chest.

“Are you afraid of anything?” she murmurs into Janis’ warm skin.

“Of course I am,” Janis laughs. She feels Cady shudder slightly in contentment as the sound rumbles out of her chest.

“You don’t act like you’re afraid of anything,” Cady replies.

“Because if I didn’t I’d never get anything done,” Janis replies softly. “My mom always said being brave isn’t having no fear, it’s doing the things you’re scared of anyway. So, you know. If I can’t do something without being afraid, I just… do it afraid.”

“Like what?” Cady asks gently.

“Like this,” Janis says. “And… like… our first date. All the cameras. I really don’t like being the center of attention. And like moving out of my mom’s house and leaving her and my sister alone. And nougat.”

“And what?” Cady giggles.

“It freaks me out!” Janis defends. “The word sounds crunchy but nougat isn’t. I hate it.”

Cady laughs outright at that, somehow pressing even closer against her. It’s pushing the limits of platonic to their very bounds, but neither of them really care. Especially as they tangle their legs together and tug the warm duvet higher over them. “You’re a very interesting person.”

“Thanks,” Janis whispers. “So are you.”

“I’m really not,” Cady says. “I was just born into interesting circumstances.”

“That’s definitely one word for it,” Janis chuckles. “What are you afraid of? Besides thunder.”

“Horses,” Cady says immediately. “But you knew that already. And, um… I’m… I’m not sure.”

“You don’t have to tell me. I just wanted to make conversa-”

“I’m afraid of being alone,” Cady says suddenly. “Forever. But I can’t… I’ve never been able to puzzle out how to manage my passion for business and a serious relationship.”

“Well… I mean, I know this relationship is… fake, technically,” Janis says softly. Her chest aches a bit as she says the words, but she can’t quite put her finger on why. “But we’ve had to act like it’s real. I’d argue this takes as much if not more work than a real relationship would. And you’ve still been working on the business stuff. I don’t know how well you think you’re handling it, but from my perspective, you’re, like, totally nailing it.”

“You think so?”

“I do,” Janis says.

“It’s not just that, though,” Cady sighs. “This whole world I live in is too much for most people. I have very little in the way of opportunities for romance in the first place, let alone with anyone I’d… enjoy spending the rest of my life with.”

“If you want them to, I’m sure your perfect person will come along someday,” Janis says. The ache in her chest deepens. “You just gotta… open your eyes from time to time. Look at where you are.”

“You’re very wise, Janis Sarkisian.”

“And you’re very special, Cady Heron,” Janis whispers. “Anyway, this is… heavy.”

“It is,” Cady agrees with a chuckle. “But it’s nice. You’re easy to make conversation with.”

“You are too,” Janis says.

“…What does your ideal future look like?” Cady asks completely out of nowhere. “If your current circumstances wouldn’t affect it at all. What’s your perfect life like?”

“I… I dunno,” Janis says. “No offense to your father, but I fucking hate my job. So I’d like to not do that anymore. But I can’t do nothing or I’d go absolutely nuts. Maybe I’d do something with my art. Sell some pieces, and do showcases and stuff. And I thought about being an art therapist for a while. It really helped me when I was younger. I’d like to pay it forward, I guess.”

Janis isn’t totally sure where they come from, but as soon as she opens her mouth, the words practically drip off her tongue. And they don’t stop.

“What about you?”

“I’m not sure either,” Cady says. “It’s hard for me to say what kind of person I’d be if I hadn’t been born into this family. I can’t really imagine myself doing anything else.”

“So what about… not job related?” Janis asks gently.

“I’m not sure about that either,” Cady says. “Being realistic is tricky.”

“So don’t be realistic. We’re talking perfect world, here.”

“…I’d like to be married,” Cady says. “Don’t tell my parents. I’ve been avoiding looking for a partner half just for spite. But I think deep down I’d like coming home to someone special at the end of a day. And… I’d like pets. I’ve always loved animals. I know it’s cliche, but maybe I’d have a few dogs or cats. Or something a bit more unique like a rabbit.”

“Sounds nice,” Janis says.

“What about you?”

“I wanna get married too,” Janis says, staring at the painting on the wall behind Cady’s head. “Someday. I don’t think I’m ready for it now, just the whole… forever part of it, yet. A serious relationship, maybe, but I’m still scared of anything legally binding. But one day, I think I want that. Like you said, someone who loves me I get to come home to.”

“Someone who is home,” Cady says softly. “Do you want kids?”

“Maybe,” Janis says. “Do you?”

“I’m not sure,” Cady says. “I don’t think I’d make a very good mother.”

“Really?” Janis asks, almost shocked. “You’re a great aunt.”

“Thank you,” Cady replies. “But that’s different. With a child of your own you’re responsible for how they turn out. Who they grow into. And I don’t… I’m not sure I’d be the best model for that. I didn’t exactly have the best myself.”

“That’s fair,” Janis says softly. “Nothing says you have to.”

“My parents do,” Cady says. “Why do you think it’s such a big deal I’m married soon? We’re all expected to continue the bloodline.”

“I can kinda see why you wouldn’t want to bring a child into this,” Janis says. Cady chuckles sardonically against her.

“Yeah. And heaven forbid they turn out like Chester,” Cady grumbles. “Asshole.”

“I mean, your parents had six kids and he’s the only one… like that,” Janis says. “I think your odds aren’t bad.”

“I suppose that’s true,” Cady agrees. “If things were different, I… I do think I’d like to have children. Just… way in the future.”

“Me too,” Janis says. “Just one or two.”

“One of each?” Cady asks.

“I guess,” Janis says. “Whatever sex they are doesn’t really matter to me, but I guess a boy and a girl would be nice.”

“It would,” Cady says softly.

Neither of them say anything else. Janis holds Cady the slightest bit tighter against herself and finds herself lost in her imagination. She supposes it’s only natural to start picturing her future after talking about it in detail for a while.

She’s not sure what to make of it when the vague form of a woman her mind has conjured to be her wife suddenly has Cady’s features.

Mind-Cady opens the colorless door to a house that may or may not actually exist, and greets her with a sweet, loving kiss. Janis returns it eagerly, holding her close to herself.

Suddenly, two little ones run from behind Janis towards the two of them. Their children.

They have Cady’s eyes; a clear bright blue. Her fair skin, her sweet freckles speckled over their cheeks. Janis’ dark hair, and her lopsided smiles. A little boy, and a little girl.

Janis is strangely comforted by this little daydream, though she knows it’s just that. She settles further into it, ready to develop it, when actual-Cady suddenly says, “I think the storm is over.”

Janis jumps a bit and looks out the window. It’s still snowing, but it’s more of a flurry than the practical blizzard it was a while ago. And, sure enough, the thunder and lightning are no longer accompanying it.

Janis tries to hide her slight disappointment as she lets Cady pull out of her embrace. Cady sits up and rests a moment at the foot of the bed. She looks peacefully out the window at the snow for a second before she turns back and says, “Thank you.”

“Anytime,” Janis replies softly. Cady gives her a soft smile before she heads to order their dinner.

What the hot, crispy, Kentucky fried fuck just happened?

—————

It takes another week for the last brother to arrive. Charles, the oldest. Cady has explained that, being the eldest, he’s the most likely to inherit the business, and as such it’s very important for Cady to remain in his good books. Which means Janis should too.

Charles, like several of his brothers, arrives right before dinner. Cady actually squeals when she sees him in the foyer and runs up to hug him. “Charlie!”

“Hey, Cades,” Charles chuckles as his sister collides with him.

“You’re late.”

“I am not,” Charles huffs in reply.

“Chester got here before you,” Cady replies as she crosses her arms over her chest.

“That was on purpose. If he arrives first, he spends the most time irritating the rest of you and gets a good deal out of his system,” Charles replies easily. “Gives my family the best chance of having a peaceful holiday.”

“…Huh,” Cady says. “I might have to start doing that.”

“We do need someone here for him to let it out on.”

“We’ll tell Clark to get here first next year, he’s always too high to deal with Check anyway,” Cady offers.

“Now there’s an idea,” Charles chuckles. “Who’s this?”

“This is Janis,” Cady says as she comes to gently hug Janis’ arm. “My girlfriend.”

Janis watches his face carefully. She sees a flash of disapproval and concern as his eyes flick briefly between the two of them. He looks Janis up and down, for what, Janis can’t be entirely certain. She shivers the slightest bit under his scrutinizing eyes.

But, his face does eventually split into the smallest of smiles, and he comes to shake her hand.

“Nice to meet you, Janis. I’m Charles,” he says.

“Nice to meet you too, Charles. Cady’s told me a lot about you.”

“Uh oh,” Charles chuckles. “Good things, I hope.”

“Of course. I don’t think she’s ever had a bad thought about you,” Janis replies.

“He’s my big brother,” Cady pouts pleadingly. “Don’t tease me.”

“I would never,” Janis chuckles sarcastically, bending down for a sweet kiss just to really sell it. Cady smiles happily against her lips as she kisses her back.

“Cute,” Charles chuckles. “Treat her well.”

“I do my best,” Janis replies with a small smile.

“Are you coming to dinner, Charlie?” Cady asks.

“Suppose I must,” Charles sighs. “How are Mother and Father?”

“Oh, they’re fine,” Cady says. She really is a good liar.

“Good. Oh, Janis, this is my wife Violeta and my sons Hayes and Henry,” Charles says.

Charles’ wife looks closer to Janis and Cady’s age than his own, but she’s beautiful. Janis honestly commends her for marrying so well in spite of the apparent age gap.

“Hello,” she greets politely.

“Hey, boys!” Cady greets, going to pull her nephews into a hug. “How are you?”

“Good,” they say at exactly the same time. Now that Janis looks closer, they’re dressed in identical outfits, too. They aren’t twins, or even close. Hayes looks to be about eight, and Henry close to five. In spite of that, they look and act almost identical.

“Good. I missed you!”

“We missed you too,” they say again. Janis has a feeling she’ll be spending a good bit of time avoiding these two. They’re too much like kids from a horror movie for her tastes.

“A pleasure to meet you, Janis,” Violeta says in heavily accented English.

“Nice to meet you too. I’m Cady’s girlfriend, by the way,” Janis says as she shakes her hand.

“I figured,” Violeta chuckles. She seems to notice Janis trying to place her accent. “Italian.”

“Ah,” Janis says. “That’s really cool.”

“Thank you. I like to think so,” Violeta replies.

“I’m going to have dinner with my family, you and the boys go get settled in,” Charles says. He kisses his wife and hugs his sons before he sends them off to find their rooms.

“Goodnight Father,” the boys say. Janis tries to hide a shudder. “Nice to meet you, Miss Janis.”

“Nice to meet you too,” Janis says. “Goodnight.”

“Yes, they always do that,” Cady whispers in her ear. Janis nods.

“Good to know.”

——————

“Good morning,” Cady says when Janis wakes up on Saturday morning. Janis sits up and rubs her eyes blearily, finding Cady already fully dressed at the foot of the bed. She’s gotten used to this, but she’s not used to what Cady’s wearing. Jeans? “Did you sleep well?”

“Mm,” Janis grunts sleepily. Cady grins.

“I’ll take that as a yes,” she says. Janis nods and yawns. “Are you ready?”

“For what?” Janis asks around another yawn.

“It’s date day,” Cady replies softly. “Are you sure you’re awake?”

“No,” Janis grumbles.

“Well, you should try to quick. Oh, can you swim?”

“I can. We’re going swimming? It’s, like, well below freezing today,” Janis says in confusion.

“No, I just wanted to know if you’ll need a life jacket. We’re going kayaking!”

“Kayaking?”

“Mmhmm! I have something special I want to show you,” Cady says. “If-if that’s alright. We can… go somewhere else, if you want.”

“No, that sounds fun,” Janis says.

“Oh, good,” Cady says. “Dress warm. Lots of layers. It’s cold down by the water.”

“Okay,” Janis yawns again.

—-

Janis is clad in a few cozy layers, her coat, mittens, and hat in less than five minutes, waiting for Cady in the foyer. Cady finds her in a rather similar ensemble. Janis smiles faintly at something as simple as the pompom on her beanie.

“Ready?” she asks, taking Janis’ hand. Janis nods and follows her out one of the large glass doors facing the lake behind the house.

They trudge through the deep, powdery snow down to the water, leaving the only tracks for miles around in the perfect twinkly blanket coating the world.

Cady leads Janis down to the dock, where two little kayaks are tied and waiting for them. “Have you ever done this before?”

“No,” Janis replies. “I went canoeing once at summer camp, but… that’s it.”

“This is a little different. But as long as you’re careful we’ll be fine,” Cady says. “Here, I’ll help you get in. Ready?”

“Nope,” Janis says. She heads to the side of the dock anyway, awaiting Cady’s instructions. Cady carefully holds her hands and lowers her into one of the small boats. Janis can feel every tiny ripple the wind makes across the glistening water. It takes a second to get used to, but after a few minutes it’s almost relaxing.

“Feel steady?”

“I have never felt less steady in my life, Caddy,” Janis says. Cady laughs before elegantly clambering into her own boat.

“You’ll be fine,” she says. “So push the opposite of the way you want to go. One and then one.”

Janis copies her motion hesitantly, and does indeed start moving. “Is it supposed to tip this much?”

“Take it steady!” Cady calls. “Move with the boat.”

“What?!”

“Don’t be so stiff, move with it! It’ll keep you balanced!” Cady says again. Janis tries leaning slightly from side to side with every stroke, and does seem to be keeping the slightest bit steadier. At least she doesn’t seem to be prone to seasickness.

Cady looks behind her to make sure Janis is okay. She smiles when Janis looks back with what must be a rather put out look on her face.

“You’re getting it!” she says happily. “Follow me.”

Janis does. The repetitive motion is quite soothing after a while. Left, right, left, right. The sound of the frigid water splashing around their paddles could lull Janis to sleep under other circumstances.

The lake is just shy of frozen. Chunks of ice float around the edges, covered in snow. A few bump against Janis’ boat as she passes them, but they aren’t large enough to do anything but jostle her gently from side to side.

Janis looks up after a while and sees them pulling up to a small island. They’ve come quite a ways. Large as it is, she can’t even see the mansion anymore.

“Here we are,” Cady says contently. Janis is briefly confused when she rows right up onto the shore and climbs out of her boat, but does the same.

Cady helps her out and leads her to the other side of the island. Janis can tell it would be covered in grass, with a beautiful view of the large lake. A few trees stand around them, barren branches all covered with snow now.

“It’s beautiful,” Janis says quietly.

“Isn’t it?” Cady replies. “I found it the first year my family stayed here for the holidays.”

“When was that?”

“I was sixteen,” Cady sighs softly. “Come here.”

Janis does, following Cady over to a tree. Cady gently runs her hand over its trunk until she feels something and motions Janis over closer. Janis leans in to read the carving.

Cady Heron is here.

“Is?” Janis asks, looking at Cady with a smile as she traces her fingers over the grooves in the wood.

“Yeah,” Cady chuckles faintly. “I am here, aren’t I?”

“That you are,” Janis nods.

“Was made it sound like I wasn’t… coming back,” Cady explains. “Like I wasn’t truly here in the first place. But I was. I am. Is makes it sound like it’s my place.”

“Is it?”

“I think so,” Cady says softly, spinning around to look at everything around them. “The boats aren’t here when we aren’t. I don’t think anyone else could possibly get here.”

“Then I think is fits,” Janis says. “It’s beautiful out here.”

“It is. I’ve spent hours out here,” Cady says. She walks up to the shore and sits down, resting her chin on her knees and looking out over the water. “We haven’t stayed here much, but I came out every day I could when we did. It’s always been freezing, but I loved it.”

“I see why,” Janis says, sitting down beside her. “What were you like then?”

“Horrible,” Cady says immediately. Janis looks at her in shock. “It’s true. I was a massive bitch.”

“Was?” Janis teases.

“Hey now,” Cady laughs. “I’d been homeschooled by tutors until that year. Finally convinced my parents to send me to real school. So I got sent to a boarding school in Massachusetts. I met Regina there. She’d been going since kindergarten, she had family in the area. And I thought, since everyone there had money too, I might be able to have a real friend. She asked me to sit with her at lunch on my first day, so I did. And then it… escalated. Before I knew it I was doing all these awful things in the name of friendship, and then we started dating and I acted even worse. I didn’t realize until I went to university without her what a monster I’d become.”

“That can’t be right,” Janis says softly.

“It is,” Cady mumbles. “I was insufferable. I’m sure you think I still am.”

“Of course not,” Janis says. “You’re just… not from my world. But you’re not insufferable, or a monster.”

“I don’t know that I’m from anyone’s world, to be honest,” Cady says. “But it feels like I have my own out here.”

“I feel like that too, sometimes,” Janis says. “And thanks for letting me be part of it for a while.”

“Thank you for wanting to,” Cady murmurs. She looks at Janis oddly when she lies on her back in the snow and looks up at the sky. “What are you doing?”

“Looking at the clouds,” Janis says. “I used to do this with my dad.”

“What are you looking for?” Cady asks, lying down beside her.

“Nothing, really. Sometimes it’s just nice to do,” Janis says. “You can see the time passing. But you can also look for shapes.”

“Is this gonna tell you something about me as well?” Cady teases, inching the slightest bit closer.

“No. Well, maybe. I guess it’s a better way to get to know someone than by asking their favorite shape. Just look,” Janis says. “What do you see?”

“Clouds,” Cady says.

“Well, duh,” Janis laughs. “Literalist. What do you see in the clouds?”

“…Water?”

“Oh my god, you are such a dork,” Janis chuckles. “Come on. Look at that one. I see… a goose. In a sombrero, holding a strawberry.”

“A what?”

“It doesn’t have to make sense. Just make something up,” Janis says. “Here. What does that one look like to you?”

“Um… uh… um… I suppose it does look rather like a lion, doesn’t it?”

“It doesn’t matter what I think it looks like. But yes, it does,” Janis agrees. “What about that one?”

“A soup dumpling,” Cady says. “Oh, those sound fantastic right now. I’ve never found anyone who can get them quite right, though. I had the most delicious ones when I visited China and nothing I’ve found since even comes close. But I suppose they would be quite hard to make. And it must depend on the soup, too. I’m talking too much.”

“No, you’re not,” Janis grins. “You’re talking just the right amount. Tell me more. Why were you in China?”

“Traveling, mostly,” Cady sighs. Janis looks at her; waits for her to elaborate. “I… opened a wildlife reserve. Pandas, and… whatever else wanders up, I suppose. For their rehabilitation, and all that. I did the same in Australia, and Brazil. And Kenya.”

“Which was your favorite?”

“Kenya,” Cady says immediately. “The people there were incredible. It was the first time I really had my eyes opened to what a life other than mine looked like. And I mean really opened. And the animals… I mean, obviously, the most dangerous I encountered, but they just… I don’t know, something… clicked. That sounds odd. But something about Africa spoke to me in a way I understand more than any other.”

Janis turns her head to look at her. “You have a way with words.”

“Public speaking classes,” Cady mumbles sheepishly.

“Nah. That shit comes from the heart,” Janis says. “Classes only teach so much. You have to have something in you to be able to do what you do.”

“Not enough, I’m afraid,” Cady whispers. “Anyway. Have you done any traveling?”

“Not anywhere like you,” Janis says. “I’ve never left the country.”

“Never?!” Cady gasps. “Not even Canada?”

“Not even Canada,” Janis confirms. “This is the farthest west I’ve been. I grew up outside of Chicago, so I’ve been around the Midwest. And I went to college in New York, so I’ve been a few places around New England too. We went on vacation to North Carolina once when I was little. That’s pretty much it.”

“Wow,” Cady says softly. “Well, you’ve seen more of this country than I have. I go back and forth between home, Chicago, and New York.”

“Nowhere else?”

“Nowhere else,” Cady says.

“Hm,” Janis says. “That’s interesting.”

“If you say so,” Cady says with a shrug.

“Where’s home for you?” Janis asks, turning onto her side to see Cady. Cady turns as well. Neither of them quite know how to handle suddenly being nose to nose.

Neither of them complain either.

“I grew up near San Fransisco,” Cady says softly. “But… I dunno. Nowhere’s ever really felt like home, if that makes sense. We traveled with my father so much, and then I went to school on the other side of the country. Everything was so different.”

Janis hums and nods. “Where else?”

“Hm?“

“Where else have you traveled?”

“Oh. Well, I’ve been all around Europe. England, Scotland, Ireland, Germany. Popped into Russia once, that was quite interesting. Oh, and Spain. France. And I’ve been a few places in Asia. The Philippines, China, Japan, India, Thailand. And… Australia, and New Zealand. I haven’t done much around South America, but I’d like to do more. Mexico is just beautiful, and Brazil was amazing. And I’ve been to Kenya, and Tanzania, and South Africa. That’s, er… that’s it.”

“Oh, is it?” Janis chuckles. “That sounds amazing. I’d kill to be able to experience all of that.”

“I am very blessed to be able to lead the life I do,” Cady agrees. “It gets quite lonely, though. I’m sure, in a strange way, I’d share much the same sentiment about your life.”

“I don’t know about that,” Janis chuckles. “I think you’d get sick of it.”

“Do you?”

“Do I what?”

“Get sick of it?”

“I… sometimes, I guess,” Janis says. “But I don’t… have another option. I got this life. And as much as I used to wish it was a different way, I’ve decided I’m going to stick it out as long as I can. And make the fuckin’ best of it.”

Cady hums quietly and nods. Snow begins to fall, drifting down on and around them, melting off their cheeks and noses. Janis scrunches her nose up when a few tickle. The conversation has dwindled; so much so that they can almost hear the snowflakes fluttering and landing down around them.

“Can I ask you something?” Cady asks softly after a long, peaceful moment.

“Yeah,” Janis whispers back.

“What are you going to do with the money I give you?”

“I dunno,” Janis says. “I should save some, I guess. Retirement fund. I’ll probably use most of it to pay off my student loans. Bills, my mom’s bills. My sister wants to go to college, I’ll probably set something up for her.”

“That’s it?” Cady asks.

“What do you mean that’s it?”

“I mean you-you won’t… use it for you? You won’t travel, or-or… I don’t know, you’re an artist, aren’t you? You could open a gallery, show what you can do! You said this kind of money would change your life, and you’re not-you’re not going to use it?”

“I am using it, Cady,” Janis says. “But I don’t get the privilege of using it on things like that. I’m thousands of dollars in debt. I have an apartment I have to rent and bills I have to pay. My mom has debt. This is gonna change her life too. And this money means my sister isn’t gonna have to worry about things like this.”

“But the whole point was for you to use the money on… on…”

“This means I might get to do things I want someday,” Janis says. “If I use it right, I won’t have debt to worry about anymore, and it’ll cover my bills for a long time. I’ll be able to put my wages to more than just surviving.”

“They don’t even pay you enough to do more than that?” Cady asks sadly.

“I’m lucky I make more than minimum wage, Cads,” Janis replies softly. “My mom told me not to go into art. No money in it unless you’re especially lucky. But I don’t have enough savings to go back and study something different. Maybe I’ll do that.”

“No! You-you’re an artist, you-you-you…”

“It’s how it goes, Cady. I get to do art sometimes still, I just-”

“No! None of this is how it’s supposed to be!” Cady says, sitting bolt upright.

“Cady-”

“You work for my father, and-and you’re barely… you’re barely surviving, Janis. This isn’t how it’s supposed to go!”

“But it’s how it does go. I’ll manage, and this money will truly change my life. You have no idea.”

“No, clearly I don’t,” Cady says. “We-we should be getting back, it’s getting late.”

“It’s barely noon.”

“Exactly, we’ll be late for lunch,” Cady says. “Come on.”

Janis stands in confusion, brushing snow off herself and heading back to their boats.

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“This was really nice,” Janis says as she paddles up to the dock.

“I’m glad you enjoyed it,” Cady says. Janis pauses. Back to the business talk. “Thanks for accompanying me.”

“Anytime,” Janis says. Cady carefully rows up and climbs out onto the dock, tying her boat up. “How do I get out?”

“Carefully,” Cady replies. “Um… I didn’t think this part through.”

“Oh, that’s reassuring,” Janis says. She looks back and forth between Cady and the dock a few times and decides to try just… going for it.

And promptly falls into the icy cold lake. She tries not to gasp at the frigid water so she doesn’t end up with a lungful of it.

“Janis, oh my god!” Cady gasps in horror. She leans forward on the dock and holds a hand out. “Take my hand, come on!”

Janis can’t exactly see, but she blindly reaches for Cady’s hand and does her best not to recreate the infamous scene from the Titanic movie.

The water is so cold that she almost can’t tell when she’s removed from it, but she can breathe, and takes that to mean she’s back on land.

“I got you, are you okay?” Cady asks frantically. “No, who am I kidding, of course you’re not, you fell in the lake- oh my god, you fell in the lake! Okay, um… can you stand? We need to get you inside.”

“Y-yeah, I th-think so,” Janis stutters. She’s shivering so hard her muscles ache. She’ll be stunned if she doesn’t get icicles forming off her nose. So cold.

“Come on, you’ll be alright,” Cady says. Janis slowly shakes after her towards the house. Her blood feels almost slushy as it courses through her veins, and she can hear her hair crackling as it freezes behind her. Her clothes cling to her skin, keeping the frigid water pressed directly against her and chilling her to her core. She releases a shaky sigh when they finally step into the warm house. Janis could easily be convinced it’s heaven. “Simon!”

“J-jesus,” Janis says, jumping as Cady shrieks at the top of her lungs.

“Madam Heron?” a butler asks. Janis is almost surprised. Cady knew his name? Is she learning them?

“Can you… please fetch as many blankets and heaters as you can find around and have them brought to our room? And make some… um, hot chocolate? Anything hot? Please?”

“Right away, miss,” the butler replies. He’s off in a very fancy rush, so Cady turns back to Janis.

“Come on, let’s get you out of those wet things,” she says. Janis follows her to the elevator and tries to stop shivering. “God, your lips are turning blue, you poor thing. I’m so sorry, I didn’t… think. Are you feeling okay?”

“C-cold,” Janis replies.

“Poor baby,” Cady says, looking at her with genuine pity. “Here we go, come on.”

Cady is practically carrying her by this point, but Janis is eventually standing inside their room and dripping water all over the very nice floor. Cady rushes ahead and leaves her there, grabbing as many cozy and warm layers from Janis’ wardrobe as she can.

“Alright, can you move? We need to get you out of those wet clothes as soon as possible,” she says. “Do I put you in the bath? No, that’ll-that’ll put you in shock, don’t let me do that. Out of the clothes, we need to get you out of those.”

Janis tries to grab the zipper of her coat, but she can’t control her shaking fingers enough for such fine movements. “I c-can’t.”

“Is it alright if I help you?” Cady asks, looking at her pleadingly. Janis panics briefly inside. But she has no choice but to say yes. Better Cady than a butler. So, she nods. “Okay. You’ll be fine.”

“I kn-know,” Janis says.

“I’m telling myself,” Cady whispers as she undoes Janis’ coat. Janis tries her best to shrug it off, and out of her heavy waterlogged sweater. “Oh, fuck, towels!”

Janis can’t quite hold back a laugh. She hasn’t heard Cady swear like that since the first day they met. Cady rushes to the bathroom and comes running back with more towels than Janis has ever seen in her life.

“Okay, here we go,” she says. Janis has thawed out just enough to towel herself off. She is, however, still cold enough not to care that she’s standing completely naked in front of a billionaire. Cady doesn’t seem to care either. She starts pacing, peeling off her own outer layers until she’s just left in some leggings and a sweatshirt.

Janis starts pulling on some of the layers Cady found. It’s certainly much nicer than being in cold wet clothes.

“I n-need a mop,” Janis says, which snaps Cady out of her head enough that she stops pacing quite so hard.

“What?”

“I made a m-mess,” Janis says, pointing to the puddle she’s still standing in. “It’ll ruin the floor.”

“Don’t worry about that,” Cady says. “The floors will be fine for a second. Oh, your hair, that’s no good.”

“Hey!”

“No, it looks fine! But it’s dripping on you, that’ll just put us right back where we started,” Cady says frantically. “Come on.”

Janis has no time to protest as Cady shoves her towards the restroom.

“Sit,” Cady says.

“W-why?”

“Because I said so,” Cady says. Janis pouts and sits on the vanity seat in front of the counter. Cady grabs her hair dryer from her side and plugs it in, dragging Janis’ chair where she needs her and turning the dryer on her.

Janis shudders contently at the warm air hitting her frigid skin. Cady moves it around quickly so her hair dries evenly and the heat doesn’t hurt her skin.

“Are you feeling alright?” Cady asks worriedly. “You can breathe okay? And-and your heart? Your heart is okay? Did you inhale any water?”

“No, I’m fine,” Janis says. “Have a good doctor.”

Cady gives a strained smile, but Janis can see the relief in her eyes at the confirmation. Janis sits as Cady tenderly brushes and dries her hair, and doesn’t mention the little extra time Cady spends making sure her hair is completely dried. It feels nice, and something tells her Cady needs this right now.

“Alright, come on. Hopefully someone brought those blankets by now,” Cady says. Janis has stopped shivering quite so hard now that her hair is warm and dry and she’s in several layers of cozy clothing. She follows Cady over to their big cushy bed and settles in under the duvet.

Someone knocks on the door, so Cady rushes to open it. The butler, or… what Janis thinks is a butler stands on the other side with a massive stack of blankets that reaches about a foot past his head. His voice is muffled when he says, “Your blankets, ma’am.”

“Thank you. Over here, please,” Cady says, carefully escorting the butler over to where Janis is resting. Janis doesn’t get a chance to question or protest the situation before they both begin unfolding more blankets and towering them on top of her. Janis suddenly understands how it must’ve felt to be the pea in that famous kids’ story.

“I shall return shortly with your requested beverage and heaters, miss,” the butler says politely once Janis has been sufficiently smothered. Affectionately smothered, but still.

“Thank you, Simon,” Cady says with genuine gratitude in her voice. Janis is briefly confused when she climbs into the bed and presses against her, gently stroking some of Janis’ hair behind her ear. Janis smiles and tries not to actually lean into Cady’s warm, soft hand. “How are you feeling?”

“Warmer,” Janis says softly. “Thank you.”

“Of course,” Cady replies in a whisper. “Tell me if you start feeling sick, or… like…”

“I’ll let you know if I’m dying,” Janis chuckles. Cady laughs. It’s… real. A genuine, sweet, almost goofy laugh.

“Thanks,” she replies. “I appreciate it.”

“Thanks for saving me,” Janis says.

“I wasn’t just gonna let you drown!” Cady says, aghast. “Or freeze. Of course not. I’m so sorry, I should’ve… made sure you knew how to get out before we went. Or just not taken you kayaking in the first place. I never meant for this to happen, I’m so-”

“Caddy,” Janis interrupts. “It’s okay. I really liked it. And I’m guessing the people you usually take can actually get out of the boat.”

“I’ve never taken anyone out there before,” Cady admits softly. “I usually go alone.”

“Never?”

“Never,” Cady says. “Nobody else ever found it, so it was always… my place, I guess. I never had anyone I cared to share it with before.”

“Then I’m honored to be the first,” Janis grins. Cady smiles back and tucks the blankets a bit tighter around Janis’ neck.

Janis looks into her eyes. Cady looks back, something Janis hasn’t seen before lingering in the crystal blue. “You-you don’t have to stay. If you don’t want to.”

Cady frowns. “What do you mean?”

“I dunno. You wanted to leave the island in a hurry, just… if you had something you have to do, or… or something. I’m fine,” Janis says.

“No. No, I don’t… there’s nothing,” Cady says. “I don’t have anything important to do.”

“You always have something important to do,” Janis says.

“Not right now,” Cady says softly. She can’t mean what Janis thinks she means. Nothing more important than you. “Do you want me to go? That’s different.”

“No! No, I don’t… I mean, unless you… want, then…”

“No, I mean… I don’t want, unless you-”

“Then… don’t go,” Janis says. Cady nods. Wiggles the slightest bit closer.

“I won’t.”

“Good.”

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mysticalrambling · 3 years

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Coming Home (C.E)

Chris Evans Fanfiction (Fanfiction Masterlist)

Summary: dad!Chris Evans. Chris comes home to his twins fighting and he scolds them. But he also takes care of their wounds with you and then you all go out to eat ice cream and have a family day.

Warnings: None. Minimum angst but fluff all the way.

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"Where are the kids?" Your husband came and sat right next to you on the couch. It was a shock to him when he didn't see his two little munchkins clinging to his legs the moment he entered the house. It has been kind of their routine from the moment they could walk on their little two legs.

“They are busy playing in their play room. Why are you not happy about it?” You knew that after a full day of shooting, coming home to two energetic kids was tiring and stressful. So you were shocked when he wasn’t glad to have a moment of peace by himself.

“Well, they are a part of my routine now. It feels weird not having them jumping around me.” The three year olds have always been more attached to Chris than you. Initially, you were a little jealous that the twins focused all their attention on your husband but now you were glad. Having a piece of quiet while he handled the children was pretty awesome.

You both had pretty successful careers and when the twins came into your lives, you both decided that you would handle it all together. In the start, each one of your married girlfriend told you that you had to quit your job as the marketing head because being a mom was a full time job. You were scared and when you shared your concerns with Chris, he consoled you and told you that you would both do it all. Having successful careers while being good parents.

“Just spend sometime with me while Emma and Jason are distracted.” Pouring him a glass of wine, you leaned in to him with your head on his shoulder.

“That is a good way to spend my evening. How was your day, sweetheart?”

“It was hell. My boss gave me a project to complete with a bizarre timeline and when I couldn’t complete it on time. He just took it all out on me in front of my colleague.” Today was humiliating for you and you couldn’t wait to get home, drink a nice glass of wine and relax. “Hated it, babe. How about you?

“Well, my co star couldn’t get her part right so we had to do the same scene five times. We are behind on shooting now and I have to get up early tomorrow morning so that we can catch up to the schedule.” Sighing, he took a long sip of the red liquid and felt his muscles relaxing.

There was a moment of silence that enveloped the room and you just basked in it. “A crappy day for us both.”

“Indeed. Let’s do something exciting then.” He kissed you and just when things were about to get heated, a piercing scream interrupted the moment.

“What-What is happening?” He was still in a haze and couldn’t properly interpret anything.

“It looks like your kids are fighting again.”

“Are you going to handle them?”

“Oh no!” Laughing at his incredulous request, you picked up your glass again. “You wanted to spend time with them so go on.”

Chris got up from the couch and went upstairs. Emma and Jason love each other to death but they have been fighting from the womb. Emma is the stubborn one and while, Jason backs out most of the time. Sometimes, he retaliates and it turns real bad, real fast. They were pretty hot headed, just like you.

“What is happening here?” The dad mode was fully in place when he saw his little girl sitting on the floor with hands pressed to a bloody forehead and his little boy trying to console her.

“She pushed me and then I pushed her. Not my fault. But she hurt, daddy.” The panic in Jason’s eyes was evident.

“(Y/N)! Come here, right now!” You scrambled to your feet as soon as Chris’s voice boomed across the living room. “You never hurt your sister, Jason. This is not alright.” The stern voice was new for Chris but the situation required it.

“But, daddy-”

“No excuses, Mister. Now, apologise to your sister and no toys for you for the whole week.” He got in to action with the first aid kit that he took out of their walk in closet. Emma was still crying her lungs out even when Chris tried to console her. She was not letting him touch the wound and was squirming uncontrollably in his lap.

“Daddy, why you always bla- blame me? Hate you.” Hiccuping, he stuttered on the big words and then stomped out of the room. You tried to stop your son but he just ran past you.

“What is- Oh my god!” The blood was now soaking up your little girl’s shirt and she still wouldn’t let Chris touch the wound.

The one thing that your kids inherited from your husband was the fear of blood and stitches. The small three year old knew that a boo boo that hurts really bad will lead to stitches. You knew how to handle all three of your babies in situation like these. Taking Emma from your husband, you hugged her lightly.

“Bubba, I need to look at your boo boo and then you can have the Elsa bandage.”

“Promise?”

“Promise.” When she removed her chubby, little hand, you were relieved that the cut was not big or deep. A bandage would just do the trick. You softly hummed a tune in her ears while you applied an antiseptic to the wound and then the band aid. She had tears streaming down her face and she was sniffling quietly. Chris took her from you when you were done and gently rocked her in his arms. He always loved it when both your children seeked comfort in you. It reminded him of how lucky he was to have you. “Where did Jason go?”

“I scolded his regarding this and he threw a tantrum.” When Emma heard Jason’s name, she further curled herself into his chest.

“Give her to me.” Raising her face by holding her chin, you sternly asked her. “Tell me what happened, young lady?”

With a guilty tone, she told you both that she was the one who pushed Jason first. They were both playing with the doll house that Chris bought Emma as her third birthday present. Jason wanted to add his toy cars to the doll house but she won’t allow it. She pushed him first and he hit his wrist on the small coffee table but then he pushed her back. When she fell back, she hit her head on the side of the wooden house.

“You are going to apologise to him, Emma. I told you that this much anger is not alright, bubba.” Chris took her to the twin’s room that had two different themes running through it. Emma was never a fan of the color pink so she went with purple and Jason really loved yellow, so he got that. The room looked like a clown’s den but Chris was never the one to deny his children’s requests. They had his whole heart well, except you.

“Jace, Emma would like to say something to you.” Setting her on her feet, she went towards his elder brother by barely three minutes.

“I am sorry, Jacey. Never should have pushed you. Kiss your boo boo to make up?” He nodded gently when his sister climbed in to the body. Extending the bruised wrist, Emma held it in her hands and lightly pecked on it. Meanwhile, you got a numbing cream for Jason and you stopped in the doorway with Chris and watched their interaction. They were your and Chris’s two little bundle of joys and you both couldn’t get enough.

“I am sorry that I yelled at you, baby. You two will not have your toys for a week. But who wants ice cream right now?” They both jumped at the mention of their favorite treat.

Chris had a way with the children. He completed all their wishes from eating ice cream as dinner or buying the most expensive toys for them. Making them happy was his primary job and he fulfilled it with great joy. However, he knew when to step up. He knew when to tell them no because he didn’t want his children to be some spoiled brats. He knew how to mediate and that was one of the many thing that you loved about him.

“I will get your jackets while daddy will help you with your shoes.” Going downstairs, you placed Dodger’s food in his bowl because you were going to be out for sometime. Chris always turns a simple outing to a full blown family day. A walk in the park, dinner at a high end restaurant and then shopping at the mall.

“Let’s go.” He buckled both the kids in their respective booster seats and made sure that they both had their preferred stuff toys. God knows, if they didn’t have them on their car ride.

The ice cream place on the fifth avenue was your favorite because it was where Chris took you on your first date. Both the children went for chocolate ice creams and Chris cleaned them up after they were done anything. It was so wholesome to watch him perform his dad duties.

“Then Oliver tried to eat dirt and the teacher gave him a time out.” You never understood why your son was friends with that boy because all he ever cared about was dirt.

“That’s why I hate boys. They are dirty.”

“That’s right, bubba. They are all dirty and disgusting. You stay away from all of them.” Gently nudging him with your shoulders, you playfully scoffed at him. He was sometimes very protective of his children.

“Ollie said girls also have icky germs.”

“Yes. You also stay away from them.” Chris was full on laughing at the situation right now because both the kids were in some serious thoughts.

“Okay dadda.” They both started skipping on the side walk and already started bickering about who was their dad’s favorite. He took you in his arms and kissed you on the forehead.

“Thank you for all this, babe. I love you.” He was truly thankful for you and for everything that you brought in his life.

“I love you too. Now let’s buckle them in before they start pushing each other again.”

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Pitter patter around the house is heard upstairs when you walk back into the house. You ignore the sounds thinking it’s just Bokuto and the dog running around. You remember leaving your four year old asleep on the couch and Bokuto probably was trying to catch the husky who got into his gym bag and took his jersey.

Walking fully into the house, you make your way into the living room to find that your son was no longer sleeping nor on the couch as you thought he would be. Deciding to let you presence be known, you shout out to the three you had left behind to make a run to the grocery store. “Guys, I’m home !!” You shout setting your purse and the bags from the store.

Finding it odd that your son didn’t come greet you, you decide to look around the kitchen to see if he was hiding from you to pop up and scare you. Ever since he had found out about Halloween last year - he couldn’t wait to start trying to jump scare both you and his father. He had also made sure to get his costume all organized on the first week of the month so when the day came to go trick or treating he could be full on ready.

With you securing that he wasn’t in the kitchen you quickly put away the things you went out to buy for breakfast the next morning.

“How long do we have to wait” the boy with the same eye color as Bokuto asks not being able to wait another minute longer to jump out in front of you. “Give her two minutes. She’ll be up here any minute” Bokuto smiles down at his son. And as said, your footsteps were heard coming up the stairs.

“Ko ? Kiro ?” You call out for the both of them getting to the top step. “Go go go” Bokuto whispers and taps his son to blast out from the closet they were in, in the hallway way of the second floor. “BOO” your kid jumps out in front of you with stitch like drawing on his face that were drawn on by a marker. “I hope that’s washable marker” you say looking down at him “BUT LOOK !!! YOU’RE SO CUTE !!” Kneeling down you take ahold of his face and kiss his forehead - admiring the drawings he and Bokuto had drawn on his face. Plus the purple eyeshadow he had used under his eyes to make the look, look more ‘creepy’.

“Come. On !!!!! Why is it that we can’t scare you !! This is our third try today!!”

“What papa said”

“Because Ko. Why would I be scared of a cute munchkin like this one” you bring up your son in your arms, nuzzling into him.

“That is true” Bokuto ruffles Akio’s hair.

“Let’s get you cleaned up. We need to get you into your costume so you can be out that door by 7:30. You rush into the bathroom and use baby wipes to clean his face and start putting on the blue furry Onesie and a head band with eyes on it. Half way through the process Akiro started getting a little too excited that he couldn’t stop moving, taking you a good while to calm him down to zip up the warm suit for the cold night.

“Let me put your shoes on and you’ll be finished” you smile handing him your phone with the camera open to take a few snap shots of himself to distract him. Putting on the black velcro Vans on him - you carry him downstairs for him to run up to Bokuto who was dressed up as a choclate chip cookie.

“You ready bub ?”

“YESS !! let’s go”

“Now ,now let’s wait for mommy to get dressed and we can go”

“Mommy takes forever to get dressed” the young boy says with a ting of sadness in his voice.

“No I don’t” you meet them at the door with a sweater that had a cookie embroidered on it.

as soon as you got there, Akiro grabbed his fathers hand, pretty much dragging him out the door to start his first trick or treating fun.

Along the way you met with Kuroo who was also dressed up as a cookie. “I’m one sexy ass cookie” he talks to himself looking at his reflection off a car window. Both you and Bokuto were beyond grateful that Kuroo agreed to being apart of the posey for the night. “The kid isn’t a cookie monster unless he has a bunch of cookies so of course I’m down… I mean he’s my godson after all… duuuhhh”

“He’s Meians godson too ….”

“Shhh we don’t talk about that” he puts a finger to your lips.

The group became a little bigger when Atsumu and Meian came along also dressed up as the rest. “I like yer sweater…..how much ?” Atsumu pokes the cookie that was on the middle of your chest. “I got it made at the store that’s close to Osamu’s shop.”

“The one where the owner is an old lady ?”

“Yea”

“Never mind. She kicked me out ‘er store. Keep yer lousy pullover”

“Somesones butthurt”

“Meian, shut the fuck up”

“WARNING!! WARNING !! THIS COOKIE HAS GONE BAD” Meian continues to poke fun at Atsumu making you all laugh.

“Aweee you’re so cute !!! But I only see one cookie. Where’s the rest sweet face ?” An older lady who lived a few houses down, lets your gremlin grab a handful of the assorted candy in a bowl that was designed to look like a witch’s potion making bowl.

“Mama’s behind cookie papa and Cookie uncle, Cookie ‘Suro and Cookie Chumu are right there” he smiles brightly pointing out the rest of you, making you all shyly smile and wave at her.

“Wow you guys went all out this year. Okay Kiro make sure not to go cookie crazy, Kay ? Take care !! You too Kotaro and (Y/n)”

“Of course. Thank you” you smile waving before getting in the car to make it into another neighborhood.

“NOOOO !!!”

“You said I could get some ! ”

“Yea but that’s my favorite”

“…….oh…. Okay then I’ll grab some Nerds”

“ ‘Kay…wait…okay take those” Akiro looked over the purple box of small candy beads in it to make sure You weren’t taking the pink colored box. What he didn’t know was that you sneaked a pink box and some chocolates for the others.

“Does he have Dots ?”

“Think so ? I’ll sneak some out of his pumpkin at the next house”

You fist bump with Meian, agreeing on your plan to steal more of your sons candy.

“He got chips at the last house. I believe he got a five dollar bill too”

“Fuck the money. I want candy” Bokuto pops some M&M’s into his mouth. It was Kuroo and Atsumu’s turn to walk with Akiro to two houses which let the three of you enjoy whatever candy you snatched out the little boys pumpkin.

“Heyy !! It’s a haunted house over here !!” The two wave at y’all. You give them a thumb up that it was okay to go in. “You think it’s a good idea to let Kiro go in there ?”

“Yea. I don’t know about ‘Suro and ‘Tsumu though.”

“That won’t end well”

“We’ll have to wait and see”

Fifteen minutes later and you can hear Atsumu screaming and Kuroo swearing at the top of his lungs. You could also hear Akiro scream but giggle afterwards. When the three finally came out, Akiro was crying - Atsumu at the brinks of passing out - and Kuroo downing two bottles of water.

“Guess it wasn’t all that fun” Meian consoles Atsumu with rubbing his back

“Why are you crying ?! You were laughing the whole time !!” Kuroo looks at his godson with confusion

“Mommy the - the lady said I looked like uncle Chumu !!!” He yells out crying. “I wanna look like Papa !!”

“Heyyyy !!!” Atsumu’s heart squeezed but understood that the kid wanted to look like his father.

“Baby it’s okay. Uncle Tsumu isn’t all that ugly…” you swipe his tears dry, hugging him as he cries inky ku sweater. “Besides you look like me. That’s the strong genes” you wink feeling empowered.

“Dump all yer candy here and we’ll help ya pick em out. Open ones in the trash pile and closed in the ‘Imma eat them when ya go to sleep’ pile”

You all sit on the floor in a circle grabbing candy one by one from the hug pile.

“Your strategy of dumping his candy in a bigger container when his pumpkin is full was smart. You got it from mom, didn’t you ?” Meian looks at you while eating a Snickers

“Sure did” you high five your older brother.

When you all finish sorting out the candy, Akiro has fallen asleep on Bokuto’s lap. This giving you all the advantage to take some more candy.

“Thank you, guys. Y’all came through with the outfits”

“Girl, ain’t no problem. We all love Akiro, so we’d definitely drop by no matter what.” Atsumu smirks getting cocky about his love towards your child.

“Yea but there’s nothing compared to a godfathers love”

“Nahhh nothing like a uncles love for his nephew”

You walk away with your husband and child to get him out his costume and into bed to join the others for some grown up time and maybe even a sleep over.

“Let’s watch Scary Movie.”

“How about we watch all of them. We need the comic relief after a long night”

“I’m down”

“Same here”

“I’m fine with it”

“Yea”

You all didn’t even get passed the middle of Scary Movie 4 when the three Volleyball players fell asleep. Around the beginning of the fifth movie of the series was when Kuroo passed out and you got the tv to yourself to watch Teen Titans. (The actual OG one not no Teen Titans Go). You feel alseep after the third episode, sadly.

I giggle when I read this

#atsumu x reader #haikyuu x reader #Meian shugo #Meian x reader #bokuto x reader #bokuto koutaro x reader #kuroo x reader #kuroo tetsuro x reader #atsumu miya x reader

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notchesandbullets · 3 years

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She’s Mine (Protective!Bakugou x Punk!Tattooed!Reader) feat. Erasermic

Warnings: racism, implied homophobia (not by anyone in the main cast), sexism, discrimination/discriminatory behavior, Modern!AU, Aged-Up!AU, features Bakugou’s parents, Erasermic, Kota, Eri, Mahoro, Katsuma and all of Class A defending you when insults start to fly.

Synopsis: This is not the first time you’re seeing Bakugou’s family but it is the first time you’re meeting his grandmother, who is not the best company to be around. He comes to your defense after you stand up for yourself and he had no qualms about sticking his face in the old hag’s because he’d be damned if he lets anyone talk to you like that. You’re his.

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“Y/N’s here!!!” Mitsuki called over her shoulder as she threw the front door wide open before you could even ring the doorbell.

Her son had texted her that you two were on their way and she was eager to see you. With the job and your relationship with her son, you two were busy bees and didn’t come around as often anymore.

Which is why she insisted that her stubborn son at least come around for his birthday since it only happened one day out of the year. Then he could continue doing whatever it was that he was doing.

Luckily, you were on her side and helped convince him to go just this once.

You laughed at the pitter-patter of tiny feet scampering across the cherry hardwood before dropping everything to catch the little kid that tunneled into your legs.

“Y/N!!! You’re back!!!”

Eri’s ruby red eyes sparkled with joy as she clung to your legs.

“I missed you!!!” She shouted excitedly, hugging your knees tight.

You giggled, resting a hand on top of her head. “I missed you too, munchkin.”

Bakugou snorted behind you and you were reminded of his presence. “Oi, brat. Are you going to let us in or what?”

Eri stuck her tongue out at him childishly before dashing back inside, a trick she learned from her big brother Izuku, doubling back to grab your hand and hauled you inside with her. You casted a glance over your shoulder at your boyfriend but he shrugged, giving you the go-ahead.

He would catch up to you two troublemakers later. Besides, he knew you would want to see all the kids first.

Kota, an orphan whose extended family gave him up for adoption, along with the siblings, Mahoro and Katsuma, were all under Aizawa’s guardianship.

After he adopted Eri, it sort of just snowballed until he was in too deep. He told Mic repeatedly that it wasn’t his fault that he had a soft spot for orphans.

His husband had merely shook his head with a laugh and hoisted Katsuma up higher so that he could reach the cupcakes they were going to sneak behind his back before dinner.

Mitsuki closed the door behind him as her son kicked off his shoes.

“She gets that from me.” She said proudly as she gazed lovingly at Eri. She loved having her around the house.

Since Aizawa and Mic lived relatively close, they came over often since she was feeling rather lonely with an empty nest.

Bakugou snorted. “Yeah, no shit.”

His mother glared at him for his language but didn’t reprimand him like she normally would and his eyes turned into hateful slits.

“Don’t tell me—” He started, gritting his teeth.

“They’re here.” She said with a heavy sigh.

Bakugou cursed vehemently under his breath, his brow furrowing deeply as he fought to control himself. He was banking on them not making an appearance today.

His grandparents on his dad’s side, though he adored his grandad and thought the world of him, he absolutely could not stand his grandmother.

She was racist, sexist, had limited views on literally everything and would raise hell if she didn’t get her way and she was a huge pain in his ass.

Even his own mother couldn’t stand her and that was saying something because she tolerated everyone to some degree, despite her odd love language when it came to him.

They were both shit at communicating but it had gotten better as he got older.

Now, the worst things that happened were spats here and there when they disagreed but his mother was usually good about backing off if she felt he could make the right decision for himself, which wasn’t often but it was better than none.

Bakugou strolled inside and his eyes softened for a second when he saw you playing with Mahoro, Kota sitting on your lap as Eri was climbing all over Midoriya. You four were currently playing Monopoly and Eri exclaiming in shock as she realized she was losing since the devious Kota was slowly claiming more and more property.

“Haha!!” He cackled, rubbing his hands together evilly. “You landed on the purple one!!”

“No fair!!” Eri protested. “I don’t have enough money!!!”

“Too bad!!”

“Deku-niichan.” Eri cried, her eyes watering and you nearly fell over laughing as he frantically tried to get her to stop crying.

The rest of his old class from college was already here, as per his mother’s request and Kirishima’s invitation.

Shinsou, Tsuyu, Todoroki and Iida were all near the food, the previous class rep serving drinks even though it wasn’t his job to play host.

Tokoyami was currently engaged in a conversation with his dad and as Bakugou spun around the room, he realized every last one of his old classmates had shown up.

It was fucking crowded in his house.

But the spark of joy he felt diminished the instant he saw his grandmother and he scowled, straying to your side almost protectively as her eyes burned into his back.

This.

This was why he didn’t fucking want her here. He didn’t want her to rain judgement upon the person who had won over his heart.

No way in hell.

Look, you weren’t fragile by any means. Your heart was filled with a healthy amount of self-esteem and you had built up your walls to protect yourself against people who had something to say about your many tattoos or piercings, yet you still were the kindest soul he had ever met.

It was in the way you walked and interacted with people, a genuine smile always present on your features as you gave them more respect than most would give you upon first glance.

Bakugou knew you could handle yourself but you shouldn’t have to with his own fucking relatives. That shit was messed up.

You glanced at your boyfriend out of the corner of your eye and your gaze dropped down to where his hands were clenched into fists, jaw locked tight and you sigh, softly urging Kota to get up and continue playing with Mahoro and Katsuma until you got back.

The boy grumbled but did as you asked, easily getting swept up in the competition of the game as you drifted to Bakugou’s side.

“I know that look,” You murmured into his ear, your hand covering his as you ignored the idle chatter coming from your friends and family around you. “What’s wrong?”

Bakugou clenched his teeth and debated about it for a second.

“Nothing.” He spat out eventually, choosing to deal with the old hag himself and you let him go when he stomped off, knowing that Kirishima or Kaminari would handle whatever it was that just happened if he didn’t want to talk to you about it.

Momo greeted you warmly and a smile slipped onto your face as though it had never left.

You hadn’t bothered to dress all that nice or different from your usual getup, feeling more comfortable in leather and all black that looked like you just came from a rock concert but you got the feeling that not everyone was feeling it as much as Jirou was when she came over to compliment you on your fashion taste.

Shoji and Koda each greeted you respectively and before you knew it, the catered dinner arrived and it was finally time to eat. The judging look you had been aware of from someone you didn’t recognize passing by as you brushed it off as unimportant and focused on helping Mitsuki set the table.

You clapped your hands gleefully when Eri pitched in to help, complimenting her on how well of a job she did as she finished and you beamed at her when she smiled up at you.

Of course, Aizawa needed to help her since he didn’t want her to stand on a chair and lose her balance but it was easy enough to lift her up. She wasn’t that big yet.

He had already told Mic he was dreading the day when she would grow up and have to leave home to start her own life and his husband patted him on the back sympathetically, reassuring him that it wouldn’t be the end of the world.

They loved their children and their children absolutely adored them.

You had told them as such on more than one occasion since they got insecure that they weren’t adequate parents but you reassured them that they were perfectly imperfect.

They put their kids’ health, safety and happiness before everything else and did everything they could for them.

You wished your own parents had done that for you.

As soon as you set down the place settings for everyone and called everyone in for dinner, they flooded the huge dining table that overflowed into the living area to accommodate everyone.

Bakugou had left for a second to grab something from his old bedroom, promising to be back right away and you reassured him that you would be fine.

You were barely into helping Mic convince a stubborn Kota to take a spoonful of green beans onto his plate, Shinsou helping Aizawa with Mahoro’s vegetable serving, when a throat cleared itself loudly.

The lively chatter died all around the table died down as grey eyes pierced your own and you stiffened but held your ground.

You knew that look, you had seen it too many times.

The older woman opened her mouth and spoke.

“So, you’re my grandson’s girlfriend?” She enunciated, looking you up and down from where she was sitting at the head of the table, her hands setting down her knitting project to glare at you. “I don’t see why he’s dating you.”

The expressions of shock at her vulgar words made several of your friends angry in your defense, Iida and Todoroki trembling in anger and Mina’s eyes narrowed as she dropped her happy-go-lucky personality in favor of ripping her a new one.

But before any of them could act, she was continuing evenly.

“For someone who doesn’t know how to dress properly and looks like that, I mean, it’s already bad enough that your skin is that color, my dear, and you’ve ruined it even further with those ugly things.” She spat, unaware of the wrath she was evoking from every single person in the room.

Kaminari’s electric eyes glowed as he saw red. “Bad enough?”

“Excuse me?” Shoji seethed with unparalleled anger rising up in his chest, a rare sight for the normally calm and collected man.

Jirou, Ochako and Momo were furious at the way she was talking down to you and they shared a look amongst themselves, communicating wordlessly that this wasn’t going to be allowed to get out of hand any longer.

Kirishima was visibly shaking and even the normally shy Koda was fuming in his seat, openly glaring at the elderly woman who spewed insults at you.

A chair scraped back as Midoriya shot up but you shook your head, holding your finger up to your lips as you subtly gestured for everyone to hold back.

Aizawa’s nostrils flared from where he was covering Eri’s ears while several of his former students took care of the rest of the kids to make sure they wouldn’t hear this.

To their horror, the grandmother wasn’t even close to being done as she pointed a gnarly finger at you.

“Your job as a girl is to stay in the kitchen and attend to your husband. To even think you’re worth anything if you weren’t involved with my grandson is absurd.” She hissed at you venously, her skewed ideals rooted deeply in her beliefs and how she was raised. “You are a disgrace to even breathe the same air as someone like me.”

“Mother!!”

Bakugou’s father frantically tried to amend what had been done and Mitsuki was about to yell at her but you stopped her.

Everyone’s eyes turned on you as you took a deep breath.

“I’m sorry you feel that way, but I won’t apologize for being who I am.” You said quietly but firmly, failing to notice someone coming down the stairs and overhearing your steady words as they flowed from your lips like honey.

Not tricks. Just genuine sympathy, like you didn’t even hear her say all those horrible things to you.

It was supposed to be your boyfriend’s day and you weren’t going to ruin it for him in the same manner that she had just done.

“I understand what you’re saying, but don’t you think that we should be allowed to love who we love?”

You inclined your head slightly, allowing a sliver of the emotion you felt to slip onto your face as you glanced pointedly as Aizawa and Mic.

After you noticed her staring so openly at you, you also noticed that she would scowl whenever the two men would walk in the room and play with their kids and while you would take whatever she was going to throw at you, you weren’t going to tolerate the same for them.

They didn’t deserve that.

Holding up your arm, you inspected the ink running up and down the length of it. “As for my appearance, my style is my own. I don’t recall asking for your opinion.”

There were a couple of snickers from Jirou, Kaminari, Sero and Mineta as you put her in his place and Todoroki leaned back in his seat, gazing up at you proudly as you stood your ground without firing any hate back at the old woman.

Hagakure clapped her hands jubilantly as a few cheers of agreement sounded around from the table but you had one more thing to say.

Your eyes softened. “I understand how you may feel about me, but I don’t need your acceptance. I love myself just as I am and if Katsuki ever feels differently about me and we split, then we’ll split. But please do not judge my love for him based on how you believe I should be. I am who I am and I won’t ever apologize for that.”

“And you never fucking have to.”

Bakugou strolled into the dining area, smirking at the old hag who had the nerve to look shocked at his appearance. Of course she would be so fucking disgusting to say something this horrible to you when he wasn’t within earshot.

Bitch.

Blood relations didn’t excuse behavior.

Narrowing his vermilion eyes at his grandmother, he faced her head on as he took your hand into his.

“She’s my fucking girlfriend.” He declared, tenacity and stubbornness dripping off of his tone as he snarled at his grandmother. “And if you ever speak to her like that again—”

He nodded in time to Mic and Aizawa, the men who had mentored him and taught him almost everything he knew.

“Or either of them, including the rest of these shitheads, I’ll fucking kill you.”

The veiled threat hung in the air and you squeaked as Bakugou abruptly dragged you to the front door.

“Where are you going?!” Mitsuki cried out, worried that you both were going to leave without eating anything and she was sad to think that her mother-in-law had driven you away.

Bakugou gnashed his teeth at the confused clamour that arose from his classmates. “Out!! We’ll be back later!!”

You could hardly get a word in edgewise as he dragged you all the way out to the car after barely giving you enough time to put on your shoes.

“Katsuki!! What—”

Your bewildered protests were interrupted as he whirled around and kissed you hard. You melted into his touch as his hot palms settled on your hips, pulling you flush against him. Whining softly when he pulled away, you panted as he breathed hard against you, his exhales fanning out over your face.

You were in a daze as he led you to the car, buckling you in before he got in the driver’s seat.

And he drove, taking a detour that would take him towards the countryside where there were no people, no places, just you and him.

Just how he liked it.

The painted lavenders and pale pinks of the setting sun faded to midnight black with stars twinkling high above you as you cruised around for hours before he finally spoke.

“I’m sorry.” He apologized quietly and you immediately grabbed his hand that wasn’t currently occupied with steering.

“No!! You don’t have anything to apologize for—”

“Yes I do.”

His grip tightened on the steering wheel a fraction as he slowly explained that if he had told you earlier about what she was capable of instead of ranting to his best friend like an idiot, maybe he could’ve—

“Katuski.”

Your soft murmur brought him back down to planet Earth and you shook your head firmly.

“It’s not your fault.” You told him without wavering once as he brought the car to a stop just at the edge of the trail. “I don’t blame you at all.”

Bakugou slammed his hand against the steering wheel angrily. “Yes it fucking is!!!”

He ranted and he ranted about how he had come downstairs only to hear his own flesh and blood spitting those vile insults that you didn’t deserve at all.

You didn’t deserve it at all.

You were quiet when he finished and when his chest was heaving with the spent rage he had aired out, you asked, “Feel better?”

“Like hell I do!!!” He snapped at you, about to go off again when he noticed the bemused expression on your face. “What the fuck, dumbass?”

You tilted your head in confusion. “Huh?”

“Why the hell aren’t you bothered at all?” He questioned, genuinely flabbergasted.

Eyes clearing in understanding, you traced the back of his hand with your fingers. “Because it doesn’t bother me.”

At the sight of Bakugou opening his mouth, you hurried out, “I mean, do you really think someone like that gets to cut me down? Her words don’t mean anything to me.”

You hesitated and opened yourself a little bit, trusting him not to take advantage of your weakness because while her words stung in the moment, it was nothing your heart couldn’t come back from. But…

“If you were to say them, it would hurt a lot more, but I don’t think you would— eep!!”

You yelped as he dragged you over to his seat, yanking at the seatbelt that got in the way, but pulled you to his chest once he released the safety clip.

“Never.” He breathed against your hair, pressing a kiss to the crown of your head. “I would fucking never.”

You closed your eyes. “I know.”

There, in his car, you two stayed in a tight embrace under the stars until you it got late enough that you insisted you should go back and at least spend the rest of the time with your friends, which, if their sleeping schedules hadn’t changed since college, there was a good chance almost all of them would still be up.

So Bakugou drove you both back, his heart a little more at ease after he got to hold you close and be alone with you.

That was all he wanted.

Well… He thought to himself as he unconsciously brushed his left hand over the small velvet box that had been hastily stuffed in his pocket the second he grabbed it from his room.

That and one other thing.

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youbloodymadgenius · 3 years

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Nunky! (Modern!Ivar x reader - Modern!Ivar x OCs niece and nephew)

A/N: This is my entry to @flowers-in-your-hayr 650 Followers Celebration 🎉 Congrats again, love 🌸 And thanks for this amazing moodboard 😍

I'm awfully late, sorry about that. The truth is, do you know what it is to struggle? Let me tell you: there were three other drafts before this final version. More than 4000 words... All trashed...

Anyway, I'm quite happy with this one, that's all that matters.

@geekandbooknerd, thanks for beta reading this for me 🌺

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Divider by @firefly-graphics

Summary: Ever wonder what kind of uncle Ivar would be? Let me show you 😉

Warnings: fluff, fluff, fluff 🙈

Words: 1978

"We're going to play Pete the Cat or Sneaky Snacky Squirrel Game, you in?" He shouts at you from the deck.

Lazily lying on a sunbed in the shade of an oak, you don't bother opening your eyes. As much as you love board games, there's no way you're leaving this perfect spot. Not yet, and certainly not for the next two hours.

"No, I'm good." You shake your head for emphasis, even if you're not sure he can see you.

"Okay lovebug, see you later," he says tenderly before changing his tone, "All right kiddos, get ready to lose!"

You let out a chuckle as Viola and Soren, feeling offended, express loudly their discontent. And you can't help but laugh. You know he's going to let them win anyway. He may be a sore loser who hates to lose and would do anything to win, whether in business or in a game, but things are different when it comes to his niece and nephew. That's just how much he loves them.

Your multi-faceted lover…

To the world, he is Ivar Ragnarsson, the crippled son – and true heir – of the mighty Ragnar Lothbrok, and, till last year – till you – Scandinavia's richest and most eligible bachelor, and all this in spite of his legs.

To his employees and business partners, he's an arrogant, cranky, demanding, cold-hearted, smart as hell, and very successful business tycoon. Oh, if they could see him right now, they wouldn't believe their eyes. No dress shirt, no suit pants, no blazer. With a backwards baseball cap, a basic black tee-shirt and stonewashed jeans, he looks more like a boy than a crafty businessman.

To you, he's the man you've been in love with for eight months; a complex human being, for sure, full of contradictions: so self-confident and yet in some ways so self-conscious; outwardly tough but at times so incredibly vulnerable. You won't lie, he can be infuriating; he's stubborn, strong-headed and short tempered. But he's awfully clever, deadpan and… well... devastatingly handsome, with his impossibly beautiful features and his otherworldly icy blue eyes. He's a fantastic lover too, unexpectedly caring and attentive, loyal and faithful.

To Viola and Soren, his favorite brother's children, he's Uncle Ivar – or Nunky, as Viola calls him – the best uncle ever, funny and mischievous, loving and supportive. He's always ready to go out of his way to teach them all the cool stuff kids are supposed to know; silly jokes, riddles and magic tricks. He's their favorite babysitter, the one who is completely devoted to them, the one who feeds them ice cream and peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, before reminding them conspiratorially, with a finger on his lips: "You know the deal, sweet peas! Not a word to your mom."

You remember as if it were yesterday your first meeting with them.

Soren, chocolate all over his face, greets you with a big smile, immediately asking you if you want to play hide-and-seek with them. On the other hand, Viola looks at you from head to toe, scrutinizing you intensely. With her lips pursed and her brows creased, she doesn't seem very pleased, to say the least. The seconds tick by and finally, placing her tiny hands on her hips, the little girl takes a deep breath. "I don't want to play with her. I don't like her." The hostility in her tone can't be missed.

Speechless, you look at Viola with wide open eyes. You usually have a way with kids and are honestly a little stunned by such an unfriendly welcome.

"Viola, please…" Ivar grumbles, rolling his eyes, but he doesn't have time to say another word. "No, Nunky! You told me she was your lover!" Ah, now you're beginning to see her problem, and it brings a small smile on your lips.

Viola points an accusing finger towards you. "Are you Nunky's lover?"

You nod playfully but Viola doesn't seem the least bit amused. "That's why I don't like you. And just so you know, you may be Nunky's lover now, but I'm going to marry him. I just have to wait a little," she frowns, thoroughly concentrated, "I need to be a little older, maybe like… that," she stretches out the fingers of both hands in front of her, "but Nunky is going to marry me. Me, not you. So, you might as well leave right now."

You struggle to hold back your laughter, aware that this is a very serious matter for her.

"Come here, baby girl." Rubbing a hand over his face, Ivar pats his knees and then helps his niece as she climbs onto his lap. "We've talked about this, little bird, remember? We're not getting married, not in ten years, not ever." He speaks so softly, and there's so much love in his eyes, you feel like you're melting.

"But, I lo–" Viola interjects with a pout, but Ivar stops her, shaking his head. "There's no buts, baby love. Uncles do not marry nieces. That's the way it is and that's how it must be. And yes," he looks at you fondly, "Y/N is my lover. But it doesn't change anything. I'm not going anywhere, Viola. I'll always be in your life. I love you." He gently ruffles Soren's hair. "I love you both. You have no idea how much I love you."

You must have dozed off and are awakened by Viola high-pitched squeals of joy. "Oh yeah, let's go into the backyard." Hmph! Looks like you're going to have company. Bye bye peacefulness.

Well, so be it.

Yawning, you stretch like a cat before sitting up. Ivar and the kids are on the deck and you wave at them. Soren casts you a broad smile and takes two steps towards the backyard but Viola stops him.

"Wait, Soren! Nunky," you don't need to see her to know that she's blinking her big, beautiful blue eyes at Ivar, "please, we are tired. Right Soren?"

Viola's brother nods tentatively as Ivar bursts out laughing. "Is that so, munchkin?" Putting on a thinking face, he stares blanky up in the air for a second or two, tapping a forefinger on his chin. "Let me guess, you want a ride, baby girl? Soren, buddy boy, would you mind fetching the princess's carriage for me, please?"

At this point, you know exactly what is going to happen, yet it never ceases to amaze you. And as sure as the sun rises from the east, the next moment Soren is pushing a wheelchair in front of him, coming to a halt next to his uncle. Ivar immediately sits down, slipping his crutch into the intended holder attached to the backrest.

Reaching out, he now gently grabs Viola's wrist. "Your carriage awaits, princess." The little girl climbs very carefully onto his lap before wrapping her chubby arms around his neck.

Ivar pulls her closer, "Hold tight, princess!" and as soon as he's sure she's securely seated, he grabs his push rims and pops a wheelie, Viola bursting with laughter. He then looks at Soren, cracking him a smile. "I'll give you a ride too, bumblebee, stay put."

Soren, older than Viola and always overprotective when it comes to his beloved uncle, frowns, concern all over his boyish face. "You sure I'm not too heavy now? I'm over fifty-five pounds, you know?"

Ivar laughs, an easy smile on his plump lips. "Don't worry, I'll be just fine." A smile tugging up the corner of his mouth and Viola giggling on his lap, he rolls towards the wide wooden ramp leading to the backyard.

Ivar hates using his wheelchair. He despises it. He's very secretive about it. The truth is, it took him two months to tell you that he sometimes needed one and another two months to actually use it in front of you.

He hates it so much that he would rather crawl than use it. Actually, that's what he does every night, after taking off his leg braces.

Yet, he keeps his old wheelchair here, at his brother's house. For recreational purposes only; or in other words for Viola's and Soren's enjoyment. And he gives them rides, up and down the ramp, sometimes for hours, popping wheelies here and there. Because Viola and Soren love that and it makes them laugh. Because he would do everything and anything to make them happy.

That's just how much he loves them.

Ivar pulls a sunbed next to you and flops down on it, stifling a hiss of pain. "Where are the kids?" Raising yourself up on one elbow, you kiss him, your free hand gently stroking the tight muscles of his right thigh.

Rubbing his eyes tiredly, he kisses you back. "Gathering the things they want to take to the beach."

You want to give him a disapproving look, but you won't. You know better. You know him.

He shouldn't go to the beach. Not today. He woke up in pain this morning. Walking in the sand is a struggle even on good days. He'll pay for it later. You know he knows it. And you know he'll do it no matter what, and whatever it takes.

Because that, he can do.

Sometimes, you catch a hint of sadness in his eyes. When Soren and Viola are running and he can't run after them, because running is simply not an option for him. When they are jumping on the trampoline and he can't join them, because it would end with broken bones. When they are playing football, or riding a bike, or skating. When they are tree climbing, or playing gunny sack race, or rock climbing, or playing hopscotch, or skipping rope, or dancing, or…

But walking in the sand, even if not easy, that, he can do.

He's going to struggle all the way – wincing, hissing, silently swearing, even dragging his right leg with his hand if necessary – until they reach their favorite spot, a small cove shielded from the wind, with marvelous pebbles and smooth sand. And he will sit for hours, his legs aching, making sandcastles even though, even as a child, he didn't like that. Because it doesn't matter. Because Soren and Viola matter. And the sparkle in their eyes will bring a smile to his face. Their laughter will make it all worthwhile.

Yeah, this is what he's going to do, for Soren's and Viola's happiness. And you know there's nothing you can say or do that is going to change his mind.

That's just how much he loves them.

⚔️"What are you thinking about, love?" Ivar's soft voice pulls you out of your thoughts as he wraps his arm around your shoulders.

"I was thinking what a fantastic uncle you are." You reply genuinely, your thumb grazing his cheek. "And what a fantastic father you will be one day. The father of our kids."

Ivar blinks several times. You know that no matter how many times you tell him, he still finds it hard to believe that you want to make a life with him; marry him; carry his children.

"This…" His voice trembles and he lowers his gaze, "this is really what you want?"

"Of course, it is, my love." You reassure him for the thousandth time, peppering his jaw with light kisses. "Negotiations with Viola will doubtless be tough, though…" You chuckle, your fingers threading through his hair as he nods. "But let me tell you a secret," you can feel his hot breath on your ear, "you've already won, love." He offers you a breathtaking, mind-blowing smile and then his mouth finds yours and he kisses you and it feels like you're alone in the world, nothing matters but your shared love, nothing exists but him, nothing counts anymore, nothing, nothing, nothing...

"NUNKYYYYY!!!!"

Well… You may have spoken too soon…

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babymetaldoll · 3 years

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Family probation period (Matthew Gray Gubler/ Reader)

Requested: Yes

Summary: Matthew Gray Gubler meets his girlfriend’s family on Christmas eve. Just one detail: none of them knew she was dating.

Warnings: Cursing, mentions of abusive relationships

Category: Fluff

Pairing: Matthew Gray Gubler/ Reader

Wordcount: 3,5K

A/N: A late Christmas story, but I think we are still in the holiday season... right? also: requests are officially open

Masterlist

- "Are you sure about this?"- (Y/N) looked at Matthew and he nodded with a huge grin on his face. They were parked outside her parent’s house. They had driven from Los Angeles to San Francisco to spend Christmas Eve with them.

- "Why not? I bet they are gonna love me"- he answered with his “Matthew Gray Gubler’s certified to make you drop your panties smile.”

- "I don’t know, I’m nervous"

- "Well missy, it was your idea to drop by your parents and surprise them with the news of your adorable boyfriend, so?"- (Y/N) smiled and nodded.

- "And you thought it was a great idea, by the way, that's why you are here"

- "Yeah"- Gubler sighed and looked outside- "Why do you still trust my good judgment?"

- "Well…"- (Y/N) looked at me and bit her lips- "You are very convincing"- he smiled and kissed her lips softly.

- "It's gonna be ok, they love you, I love you, which means we are gonna get along"- she nodded and smiled.

- "Alright, I'll pretend that makes sense"- Gubler chuckled and kissed her again

- "Let's do this, Bunny".

Matthew and (Y/N) had been dating for over ten months. At first, they decided to take things slow, get to know each other better, try to make things work with their crazy schedules. But soon, they realized they had fallen in love, and “taking things slow” was not their thing.

(Y/N) had decided to wait for the right moment to tell her parents she had found someone. Her last relationship had been a nightmare, and she knew her family (especially her brother) was going to be apprehensive about her new boyfriend. However, she was eager to tell them how happy she was with Matthew and how great he was with her.

He was, hands down, the best boyfriend she had ever had. He was sweet and thoughtful. Sure, he wasn’t perfect. He would forget many things 'cos his head was in hundredth places at once (she was almost sure he had ADHD). And sometimes it felt she had a boyfriend and a son all wrapped in the same 6 ft adorable manchild she was dating. But still, he was the best boyfriend.

She was hoping her parents and family would see he made her happy.

- “Ok, here we go”- Matthew rang the bell and turned to (Y/N), excited. She laughed and opened the door.

- “I still got my key.”

- “Right.”

- “Hello? Mom? Dad?”- she took a step inside and looked around. Her father stood up from the couch quickly and nearly ran to the door.

- “Peanut! You are home!”

Matthew smiled and held their bags staring at the scene. In all the time they had been together, he had heard a lot about (Y/N)’s parents. She loved them deeply, and he knew she wanted to share their relationship with them.

Her last boyfriend was an abuser, he hit her, and she kept it from everybody for months before breaking up. That’s why he could understand why her family would be apprehensive. And he was ready to show them how much he loved her.

- “My baby is home!”- (Y/N)’s mom appeared from the kitchen and hugged her daughter, who was still wrapped in her father’s embrace.

- “Guys! I can’t breathe!”- she pretended to be suffocating and giggled.

- “Too bad! You are never home! So bear with it!”- her father chuckled and kissed the top of her head

- “By the way, (Y/N), who’s the man standing by the door?”- her mother asked and frowned, looking at Gubler. He smiled and waved, making his best to look as nice as possible.

- “Guys, I want you to meet Matthew Gray Gubler… my boyfriend.”

And the silence in the room was as thick and uncomfortable as possible.

- “Hello”- Gubler smiled and shook their hands- “It’s a pleasure to meet you, (Y/N) talks so much about you”- but neither of them knew what to say.

- “Guys, it’s ok, he is a good guy”- (Y/N) wrapped an arm around Matthew, and he immediately kissed the top of her head.

- “Did I hear my sister has a new boyfriend?”- footsteps coming down the stairs surprised the couple, and (Y/N) wide opened her eyes immediately.

- “Adam!! You are home!!”- she hugged her brother so tight, he couldn’t help but laugh.

- “I’ve got the feeling you missed me.”

- “So fucking much!! When did you get home?”

- “Last night, mom said you’d be coming for Christmas, so I thought I could surprise you.”

- “And where are my nephews? I wanna spoil my babies!”

- “With Emma getting the last few things mom needed from the grocery’s, but they should be here any minute. I missed you, kitty.”

Adam kissed her forehead and looked at her sweetly. It was clear he loved and cared about his little sister. But as soon as his eyes reached Matthew, his whole face changed.

- “And who is this?”

- “This is my boyfriend, Matthew”- (Y/N) walked back to Gubler and held his hand- “He is awesome, so be nice, ok?”

- “Nice to meet you, Adam. (Y/N) talks so much about you. I was looking forward to meeting you”- Matthew shook his hand and smiled.

- “Funny, she never mentioned you.”

- “Yeah,”- (Y/N) explained- “I wanted to give you guys a surprise, and I knew if I told you over the phone, you were going to stress out, so I thought it would be better if you just met him”

Her family nodded but didn’t look pretty convinced.

- “I know you are all real apprehensive about (Y/N) having a new boyfriend, but I promise you, I’m nothing like her ex, and I wanna show you how much I care for her if you let me.”

Gubler was sincere and upfront. (Y/N)’s parents nodded, but her brother just crossed his arms and frowned.

- “Adam, be nice”- she warned and grabbed her bag- “Let’s leave these in my room, Gub.”

- “You are not sharing rooms with a boy!”- her brother instantly replied, but she ignored him and walked upstairs. Matthew took the bags from her hands and followed her.

- “Sorry”- (Y/N) whispered and closed her eyes, embarrassed. Gubler left the bags on the floor of her room and walked towards her to hold her hands.

- “Hey, it’s ok, they are just shocked,”- he whispered and smiled at her, trying his best to make her feel better.

- “I would be shocked too if our daughter walks into our house and tells us she has been dating nearly a year with some guy I’ve never heard about.”

(Y/N) chuckled and sighed. The words “Our daughter” had been enough to make her forget everything that troubled her. The idea of a future with him was too sweet to worry about anything else.

- “Now, back to what really matters here”- Gubler took a look around and pointed at the walls- “Did you have some kind of obsession with My Chemical Romance growing up, or is it just me?”

- “Eh… nope”- she simply answered and laughed. There were many posters of the band on every wall in that room.

- “I don’t know, I’m getting the vibe you had a thing on that guy… he kinda looks like a vampire.”

- “Gerard? he was…”- (Y/N) made a pause and looked at the walls- “I had a little crush on him”

- “Little?”- Gubler raised an eyebrow

- “Yeah, just a little, nothing to worry about… I just wanted to marry him, that’s all.”- he chuckled and leaned in to kiss her.

- “I guess you never know someone until you walk into their teenage room.”

Matthew was nervous, but he was never going to face it. He wanted to make a good impression, and he wanted (Y/N)’s parents to like him. He was in that relationship for the long run, and it was important for him to have her parent’s approval. And clearly, now her brother’s too.

- “So, Matthew, what do you do?”- Adam asked him as everybody gathered in the kitchen, drinking eggnog and setting the last few things for the Christmas dinner.

- “I majored in film directing in New York University’s Tisch School of the Arts"- (Y/N) bit her lips and smiled. She was torn between feeling embarrassed and enjoying the moment.

- “Film directing”- Adam looked at him and raised an eyebrow.

- “Yeah, I always loved making movies and telling stories”- Gubler sipped his cup of coffee and smiled.

- “But, do you have a regular job?”- Adam asked and raised an eyebrow- “Making movies doesn’t sound like a real job to me.”

- “Adam!”- (Y/N) looked at her brother with daggers in her eyes

- “What? I’m getting to know your boyfriend, isn’t that what you wanted?”

- “Yes, but you don’t have to be a dickhead”- the young woman walked a few steps closer to her brother and raised an eyebrow- I haven’t seen you in six months. Can you just be nice?”

Adam meant no harm, but he was worried. He had been the one his sister called after her ex-boyfriend hit her. He had been the one who took her out from that apartment, picked up her things, and took care of her. Of course, he was scared she might get hurt again.

- “And where are you from?”- (Y/N)’s mom asked him as they all walked to the living room and sat down.

- “Las Vegas,”- Matthew answered and smiled- “My family still lives there, and we visit as often as we can.”

- “So, you’ve met his family”- Mrs. (Y/L/N) looked at her daughter and raised an eyebrow, surprised.

- “Yeah, they are the best! We spent Halloween with them this year. We took Matthew’s nephews trick and treating. It was really fun!”

Mrs. (Y/L/N) nodded and stared at the scene. Gubler was sitting next to her daughter, holding her hand and looking at her in honest and deep adoration. It was strange and shocking, but at the same time, she could feel he was a nice guy who loved her very much. And that was all she needed to know.

Meanwhile, Mr. (Y/L/N) started asking Gubler questions about his family, school, and what he did for a living.

- “Right now, I have an acting job.”

- “Really?”- (Y/N)’s brother raised an eyebrow, surprised- “TV?”

- “Yeah.”

Adam was about to keep asking about it when his wife, Emma, walked in with their five-year-old twins.

- “Aunt (Y/N)!!

- “Munchkins!”- the young woman opened her arms and hugged them at the same time as the kids held her legs tight, almost making her fall.

- “You are so big! why aren’t you two babies anymore?”

- “(Y/N)! hey”- Emma walked over and looked at her, but suddenly she just gasped.

- “What?”- Adam asked, confused- “What is it?”

- “Oh shit!”- she nearly dropped the bag and wide opened her eyes, suddenly- “Why is Spencer Reid in our living room?”

Matthew looked at (Y/N), and neither of them knew what to do or say. So he just stood up and walked over to shake her hand.

- “Hi, I’m Matthew, (Y/N)’s boyfriend.”

- “No freaking way!”- Emma whispered and held his hand, repeating a little slowlier- “No freaking way”.

Adam looked at his wife and didn’t understand a word she was saying. His parents didn’t get what was going on, and (Y/N) just bit her lips, trying not to laugh. She never thought that could happen.

- “I’m gonna put an eye on dinner…”- Mrs. (Y/L/N) said and stood up- “(Y/N), can you give me a hand?”

- “Sure mom”- she said and smiled at Gubler. He winked and watched her walking to the kitchen with her mom. Things were a little weirder than he thought.

- “Ok, what was that?”

- “What was what, mom?

- “Emma nearly died when she saw Matthew. Why?”

- “‘Cos he is in a tv show and she recognized him, I think”- Mrs. (Y/L/N) looked at her and sighed.

- “Is he good with you?”

- “The best”

- “‘Cos he looks like he is a nice guy”

- “I swear, mom, he is the sweetest. He wanted to come and meet you to show you he is nothing like Bret”- (Y/N) held a bowl with roasted potatoes and smiled at her mother- “I love him”

- “You can tell… and he loves you too, especially if he is willing to put up with your brother”

- “Can you tell Adam to stop being an ass?”

- “I can tell him, but that won’t stop him”.

When (Y/N) walked to the dining room, she looked at her boyfriend, who was now sitting on the floor, doing magic tricks for her nephews. She felt her heart was about to burst, staring at the scene. The twins were laughing, and Gubler kept making pennies disappear in front of them.

She couldn’t stop hearing his voice saying “our daughter” over and over again. It was a dream, and it was too soon to even think about it, but it felt so right. It made so much sense.

- “I like him”- her father’s voice took her from her thoughts and forced her to turn around

- “Really?”

- “Yeah… he’s good with kids, and it’s clear he loves you, that’s all I need to know”- he kissed the top of his daughter’s head and sighed.

- “Your brother hates him though”

- “I kind of figured”

- “The fact Emma is drooling over him is not making things better”- (Y/N) looked at her father and just laughed.

- “Are you kidding me?”

- “No, he took her upstairs to cool her off”

- “Shit… well, it could be worst”

- “How?”- she looked at her father in silence

- “Well… Adam hasn’t tried to kick him out”

- “Yet”- Mr. (Y/L/N) chuckled at his own joke and shook his head- “Don’t worry peanuts, Matt is safe”.

- “Actually, can you not call him Matt, please? bad memories.”

- “Sure, Matthew it is?”- she nodded and smiled.

- “Thanks dad”

- “Dinner is ready”- Mrs. (Y/L/N) announced after half an hour. She walked to the living room where Adam, Matthew, and her husband were talking.

Gubler was having a good time talking with Mr. (Y/L/N). He was fun and kept telling her funny stories about (Y/N). Adam was still a dick, but at least his father wasn’t paying him much attention, so neither did Gubler.

- “This smells amazing”- Gubler said as he sat down next to (Y/N)- “I’m guessing this is Mrs. (Y/L/N) ’s signature turkey recipe. (Y/N) talked about it the whole way over.”

- “She has the recipe, by the way, if you like it, she can cook it for you”- Mrs. (Y/L/N) smiled proudly.

- “Yeah, just make sure she won’t burn down the house”- Adam joked and felt his sister’s angry eyes on him- “What? I’m making an aimless conversation. Isn’t that what you wanted?”

- “Shut up”

- “She is a great baker”- Matthew continued talking- “She is actually making me gain weight in the latest months”

- “Sure, like you could get fat”- (Y/N) snorted and looked at her boyfriend

- “Hey, you are making me eat cinnamon rolls, cake, and cookies like three times a week”- Gubler chuckled and looked at her- “My pants almost don’t close”

- “So, Matthew”- Emma said suddenly- “How did you two meet?”

- “He actually said I smelled like cinnamon rolls the first time he met me”- (Y/N) smiled and looked at her sister in law.

- “We met at a party, her friend Ana is dating my friend Charlie. And when I saw her, I knew I had to talk to her ‘cos she has the most gorgeous smile I’ve ever seen”- Emma was nearly sighing at those words.

- “And did you recognize him?”- Adam was embarrassed by his wife’s questions, but he couldn’t stop her.

- “No, I had never seen the show…”

- “And do you know the rest of the cast now? Do you hang out?”- Adam looked at Emma and frowned- “What? I’m just asking”

(Y/N) blushed and closed her eyes. She took a deep breath and felt her boyfriend’s hand on hers, knowing what she was about to say.

- “So, we are here today because I wanted you to know Matthew. He is the best guy on earth, and he makes me happy every day”- she made a pause and looked at him.

- “You make me happy too, Bunny”- he whispered and smiled.

- “Ok, so you are in love, is that what you wanted to tell us?”- Adam said with an annoyed voice.

- “No, we wanted to tell you we are moving in together.”

(Y/N) bit her lips after delivering the news. Her parents looked at each other but didn’t seem mad, just surprised. Adam, on the other hand, frowned immediately.

- “Before you start freaking out and yell at me,”- Matthew said with a soft voice- “I need you to know and understand how much I love your sister, and I would never hurt her in any way. Never.”

Her family looked at him in silence. Her father nodded and smiled.

- “It’s clear you are a good guy, Matthew,”- he said, and (Y/N) sighed, feeling relieved to hear those words- “And I know you understand we will always be a little scared something bad might happen to our baby again.”

- “I completely understand. I just want you to know I will never hurt her. I love her, I wanna live with her. I’m here for the long run, and I wish you could all give me a chance”.

(Y/N) felt like crying when she heard those words. Matthew was telling her family how much he loved her. He was showing them he wanted to be with her. Nothing could be better than that.

- “And have you thought about where you’ll live?”- her mother asked, smiling.

- “I recently bought a house,”- Matthew explained- “We are planning to move in after the holidays. Meanwhile, we’ve been busy getting a few things we needed”- he looked so happy, no one could doubt he was excited with the plans.

- “Listen”- no one but Adam, apparently- “If anything happens to my sister, I’m gonna hunt you, I will find you, and I will make you pay.”

- “Adam…”- she tried to argue, but Gubler smiled at her and nodded

- “I know there is nothing I can say that will make you believe me, so I will just ask you to give me the chance to show you how much I love her.”- but Adam didn’t say a word.

- “I know what happened to her was awful, and I know you don’t want anyone hurting her, but that’s not what I wanna do. I just wanna make her happy. If she wants me to.”

Adam looked at his sister, who had tears in her eyes. He couldn’t bear to see her cry, though those weren’t sad tears. She looked at Matthew, and he smiled at her, wiping the tears from her cheeks and kissing her lips sweetly for a second. He whispered, “I love you,” and she giggled.

- “Oh come on!”- Mr. (Y/L/N)- “Even I can see he loves your sister! stop being a dick and be happy for them!”- Adam sighed at his father’s words and stood up.

- “If you fuck it up, you are dead”- he said and reached out his hand to Gubler- “But I trust you won’t”- and Matthew quickly stood up and shook it.

- “I know you just want to take care of her, and I completely understand that”

- “You are in family probation period.”

(Y/N) smiled at her brother, and he winked at her. Finally, she sighed, relieved.

- “I can’t believe you are gonna move in with Dr. Reid!!”- Emma almost shrieked

- “Please don’t”- Adam frowned and looked at his wife- “Don’t make this harder”

- “You are gonna have to watch the show with me, you are gonna love it. I swear you won’t be able to hate him once you know Reid”

(Y/N) looked at Matthew and whispered in his ear.

- “Your family wasn’t embarrassing. Mine was. I’m sorry”- he nearly laughed at those words and shook his head.

- “My friends are embarrassing if it counts”

- “Your friends are my friends, Gubler”

- “Fine, we have embarrassing friends, we are gonna have to live with it”

Gubler moved a little closer, and was ready to kiss her when Adam’s voice stopped him.

- “Just don’t make out with my sister in front of me while you are on probation, dude!”

- “Sorry!”- Gubler nearly jumped on his chair, and (Y/N) chuckled- “Sorry!”.

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mythiccheroacademia · 4 years

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Okay okay hear me out. Time traveling children. Like Todoroki, Iida, Shinsou and Tamaki casually finding their daughters in their timeline. Like they look at the girls and are just dumbfounded cause "this girl looks like my love child with y/n". And god forbid if the kid slips a "daddy?!" at them. *they all have daughters and todo has twin daughters and you cant change my mind *

doin the first three as per the rules!

A/N: Okay, but can we all just agree that Parent!Bnha characters are superior? I literally spend whatever free time I have looking/reading next-gen MHA fanfics. They’re so precious. I might have to make one myself hmmm...

Warning: fluff overload?

Todoroki Shoto:

all todoroki wanted to do was go to bed on time

all week, his friends convinced him to stay up past 8 and it’s been making him cranky

he’s such a grandpa

but you were a part of the group so he did it without complaint

today, he could finally sleep at 7:30pm

that was until he saw two 13-year-old girls on his bed

the girls stare at shoto and he stares back

then he turns to leave before they’re literally jumping at him and slamming the door shut

he’s already thinking of 101 ways to escape this stalker situation

the girls speak before he can freeze them

“we’re not stalkers”

“we’re actually related. swear!”

just as he’s about to tell them off and how he’s certain he doesn't have any relatives outside of his immediate family, he takes a look at the girls

he notices one has red hair and the other white. their eyes are heterochromic, like his, but one is blue and the other is e/c. their skin is a blend of his and someone else's

they look too much like him

the gears in todoroki’s head start turning

“who are you?”

the one with white hair looks nervous, but the one with red hair stares him right in the eyes

“we’re your--”

“shoto?”

you come from behind the door to see the trio

the girls seem excited

“wow,” the one w white hair gasps

the one w red hair smiles lovingly, “mom’s been a baddie her entire life, huh?”

it was low enough so you didn't hear, but todoroki sure did

he looks between you, the girls, and himself in the mirror

then he bursts into flames

“shoto?”

“dad!”

“daddy!?”

the flames on his left side get bigger

after he finally gets his bearings, todoroki puts the fire out and the twins explain themselves

you look amazed and smile at the fact that you made such pretty girls

meanwhile, todoroki is SWEATING

you and him got together? married? and had children? 4 children?

he just realized he thought you were beautiful last week

like can he get a break?

nearly jumps as you bring to his attention that the quirk that teleported them is fading

as they fade away, the one with red hair glares at him and warns

“dont mess up, old man”

when they're gone, todoroki sees you nervously scratch your neck

he half wanted to fade away as well

he didn't get the chance to go to bed on time, but after a long talk about feelings, he gets the courage to, awkwardly, you on a date

it goes really well and y’all meet your daughters again 10 years later :)

Tenya Iida:

there is a 9-year-old girl in his room and iida is currently having an internal meltdown

he’s trying his darn best to keep it together so he doesn't scare the small child, but it’s hard

freaks out anyway

“excuse me, lost child! where are your guardians!?”

“how did you bypass the UA security system!?”

“it is past your bedtime!”

his arms are whipping up a storm and he’s going on about child labor laws for some unknown reason

in the midst of his panic, he doesn't see the girl walk in front of him

she somehow catches his hands and lets his palms squeeze her chubby cheeks

“look at me and breathe”

“huh?” he whispers

the girl gives him a wide smile that’s eerily familiar

“that’s how momma always calms you down, papa. you have to breathe!” she explains

the words register in his head and iida is, once again, having a meltdown

he always wanted a family, but having it confirmed was WILD

he had so many questions, but he was more focused on just how his...daughter got in his room

she explains it the best she can

“i was playing with Koji on the playground and then some mean-y zapped me with a quirk and, poof, i was gone. then i came here. you look different papa. you’re the same, but a little smaller”

he’s taking in the info and deduces that it was some kind of teleportation quirk

he doesn't know much, but he figures it will wear off

take his child to Recovery Girl just to make sure

Recovery Girl is amused at the entire situation and confirms that the quirk will wear off eventually

just out of curiosity, she asks who her mother is

“that’s easy! it’s Tenya y/n and her hero name is [hero-name]!”

the old woman goes “awww”

iida has never been redder in his entire life

he ended up marrying you?

YOU?

the girl with the prettiest eyes, most brilliant mind, and calming bright smile?

the exact smile this child had?

he almost fainted

when he takes his daughter back, iida is stoic, glasses reflecting the light

you meet him and the hallway and the girl runs towards you

“momma!”

you catch the girl out of pure reflex and hold her in confusion

as you try to explain that you're not her mother, iida stares at the similarities

you two were nearly a carbon copies except for the engines in her shins and the sharp eyes

he sighs and calms his heart

instead of overwhelming you, he takes the girl back and promises to explain later

iida and your daughter fall asleep and the next day, she’s gone

iida goes to talk to you with the love letter he wrote a while ago behind his back

let’s just say you’ll be seeing the munchkin in no time

Hitoshi Shinsou:

when shinsou sees the 5-year-old on his bed, he knows

the girl with bright purples eyes and h/c hair is almost a perfect blend of both you and him

he’s smart

besides, he’d know that beautiful hair anywhere

it wasn't like he knew you were the love of his life

it wasn't like he stared you for hours

but that’s beside the point

the girl seems unsure about approaching him until he kneels in front of her and stretches his arms out

then she sobs into shirt, tiny fists balling up his collar

“i’m sowwy about runnin’ away when you told me not to! the kitty was just so pwetty, daddy!”

yeah, definitely his child

“it’s okay,” he coos. “im not mad at you”

it’s almost scary how natural he is at calming her down

he picks her up and walks around, whispering sweet nothings in her ear until her tears run dry

is the only one out of the others that understands that if the girl reveals too much, she could ruin the timeline

and he wasn't about to let your ass go

after just finding out that he somehow managed to trick you into marrying him?

hell no

shinsou’s putting a ring on that even if it kills him

“okay, peanut. here’s how this is gonna go”

it takes a bit of back and forth, and bribing (he’s low-key proud of her bargaining skills), for her to promise that she’ll only call you by your hero name

and to reveal how many siblings she has

she’s the youngest of three with another one on the way

you always did like even numbers

when he takes you to the common room, he’s delighted to see you

you are so excited to meet his “little cousin”

the way you and the little girl get along pulls at his heartstrings

you were going to be such a good mother

gosh, you were such a catch

how did he manage to scoop you?

shinsou may have taken a picture or two without you knowing

yall end up having a movie night and falling asleep

you two wake up in each other’s arms, your daughter gone

“that was our daughter, wasn't it?”

he’s kind of taken aback you pieced it together, but not surprised

you were smart

and you had eyes

“yeahh,” he shrugs

you laugh and lie your head back down on his chest

there’s peace in his heart that he hasn't felt in awhile

“she’s kind of perfect”

shinsou wraps his arms around you, promising to never let go

“just like her mother”

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Brienne’s Off to See the Wizard

I’m feeling a little silly right now, and in that spirit I’ll say that Brienne's journey in A Feast for Crows draws a bit of The Wizard of Oz: a girl dressed in blue travels with three dudes and a dog along a road on a quest to return a girl home.

Brienne is Dorothy, the protagonist who dresses in blue (armor), and is given Oathkeeper which is sword studded with rubies in place of ruby slippers. At the start, she is accused of killing Renly when she was actually at the wrong place at the wrong time just like Dorothy with her house dropping on the Wicked Witch of the East. Dorothy ends up in Munchkinland of the diminutive Munchkins while Brienne travels through the riverlands which is predominantly made up of smallfolk. Dorothy was brought to Oz by a tornado while Brienne is from the stormlands. Brienne is sent on her mission to return a girl home by Catelyn, the Lady of the North in place of Glinda the Good Witch of the North.

Professor Marvel: I see a woman. She's wearing a polka-dot dress. Her face is careworn. Dorothy: That's Auntie Em. Professor Marvel: Her name is Emily. Dorothy: That's right. What's she doing? Professor Marvel: Well I, uh, I can't quite see. Why, she's crying. Someone has hurt her. Someone has just about broken her heart. Dorothy: Me? Professor Marvel: Well, it's uh, someone she loves very much. Someone she's been very kind to. Someone she's taken care of in sickness. Dorothy: I had the measles once and she stayed right by me every minute. What's she doing now? Professor Marvel: Well, she's, uh...What's this? Well, she's, she's putting her hand on her heart. Oh, she's, she's dropping down on the bed. Dorothy: Oh, no, no, no. Professor Marvel: Uh, that's it, the crystal's gone dark. Dorothy: You don't suppose she could really be sick, do you? Oh, I've got to go home right away.

Go home, child. You have a home, which is more than many can say in these dark days. You have a noble father who must surely love you. Consider his grief if you should never return. Perhaps they will bring your sword and shield to him, after you have fallen. Perhaps he will even hang them in his hall and look on them with pride . . . but if you were to ask him, I know he would tell you that he would sooner have a living daughter than a shattered shield."

"A daughter." Brienne's eyes filled with tears. "He deserves that. A daughter who could sing to him and grace his hall and bear him grandsons. He deserves a son too, a strong and gallant son to bring honor to his name. Galladon drowned when I was four and he was eight, though, and Alysanne and Arianne died still in the cradle. I am the only child the gods let him keep. The freakish one, not fit to be a son or daughter."

- A Feast for Crows, Brienne VI

Brienne meets people along the way. Elder Brother tells her to abandon her quest, and think of her father who likely misses her while she is away from home just as Professor Marvel told Dorothy to abandon running away and go back home. She also comes across three people and a dog along her quest who end up accompanying her.

Septon Meribald is the Scarecrow. Dorothy meets him in the country where he wants a brain, yet throughout the film demonstrated himself to be intelligent and good on his feet. Meribald is from the country, and at first appears country bumpkin-esque, but actually proves himself to be intelligent with his Broken Men speech. His knowledge of the riverlands also proves to be useful to them throughout the trip.

Hyle Hunt is undoubtedly the Tin Man. Hyle Hunt’s body is covered in the metal of his armor like the Tin Man, and not having a heart appears to describe him pretty well. He calls Brienne ugly to her face when we see him first talk to her. He wants to find Sansa so he can sell her to the Lannisters. When Brother Gillum shows that a horse bit off his ear, Hyle responds by joking about it. When Brienne expresses sympathy for the children at the inn having lost their parents, Hyle’s response is to roll his eyes and mock her for her sympathy. He comes off as an insensitive prick who doesn’t seem very caring towards anyone. However, we are first introduced to him when he defends a smallfolk couple and Brienne from Tarly’s guards, and actually defends Brienne against his boss and liege, Randyll Tarly, which cost him his job. So there might be a heart to him somewhere after all.

Podrick Payne is the Cowardly Lion. Pod served lions, the Lannisters, and with a name like Payne with his distant cousin being Ser Ilyn the King’s Justice one would expect him to be more aggressive and intimidating. Yet, he is described by every POV character that meets him as timid, with Sansa noticing he blushes and stares at her feet every time she talks with him. He is clearly shy, but he rams himself into Mandon Moore just as he is about to kill Tyrion, and then pulls Tyrion to safety from the raging inferno on the Blackwater, saving his life. He later helps Brienne against the undoubtedly dangerous Bloody Mummer deserters. The boy can be shy, but deep inside is brave.

She finally comes across one figure who has gained repute in the land for his ostensible magical ability.

“Oh, no, my dear, I... I'm a very good man - I'm just a very bad Wizard”

"The pink pretender, rather. I am Thoros, late of Myr, aye . . . a bad priest and a worse wizard."

- A Feast for Crows, Brienne VIII

Brienne eventually meets a man called the "red wizard," Thoros and just as the Wizard was just an ordinary man using smoke and mirrors, Thoros’s magic is usually just pyromancer tricks. Even he admits he isn’t really that much of a wizard or a red priest. But Thoros is a man who spent the entire war aiding the smallfolk of the riverlands, so while not much of a sorcerer, he still is at heart a good man.

Auntie Em: You just had a bad dream.

Dorothy: But it wasn't a dream. It was a place, and you and you and you ... and you were there . . . But you couldn't have been, could you?

Auntie Em: We dream lots of silly things when we...’

Dorothy: No, Aunt Em. This is a real, truly live place. And I remember that some of it wasn't very nice. But most of it was beautiful. But just the same, all I kept saying to everybody was, 'I want to go home.' And they sent me home.

“This is an evil dream, she thought. But if she were dreaming, why did it hurt so much?”

. . .

This time she dreamed that she was home again, at Evenfall. Through the tall arched windows of her lord father's hall she could see the sun just going down. I was safe here. I was safe.

. . .

"I saw him. In the woods."

"A fever dream, my lady."

"He said that he would hang me."

"Even dreams can lie. My lady, how long has it been since you have eaten? Surely you are famished?"

-A Feast for Crows, Brienne VIII

At the end, she wakes up from a dream, and while in the film, Dorothy is finally home, and her journey was revealed to be a dream, Brienne is far from home in the cave of the Brotherhood without Banners and she wakes up to a living nightmare. Brienne is reunited with the Lady of the North, though unlike in the film with Glinda, it is not a happy reunion, as she is accused of betrayal and her ruby studded sword given to her is used against her as opposed to helping her.

“Bring me the broom of the Wicked Witch of the West.”

"She wants her son alive, or the men who killed him dead," said the big man. "She wants to feed the crows, like they did at the Red Wedding. Freys and Boltons, aye. We'll give her those, as many as she likes. All she asks from you is Jaime Lannister."

-A Feast for Crows, Brienne VIII

After finding the titular wizard, Dorothy in the story has to go on a side quest to complete her goal of returning home. Brienne finds the red wizard and is now told to prove her loyalty by bringing to them in place of the broom of the Wicked Witch of the West, Jaime Lannister, the twin brother and Lord Commander of Cersei’s Kingsguard sent to pacify the riverlands.

“I’ll get you my pretty, and your little dog, too!”

The queen regarded him coolly. "I had not thought you so niggardly. The king I'd thought to wed would have laid a wolfskin across my bed before the sun went down." Robert's face darkened with anger. "That would be a fine trick, without a wolf." "We have a wolf," Cersei Lannister said. Her voice was very quiet, but her green eyes shone with triumph.

-A Game of Thrones, Eddard II

As for Cersei, well, she is associated with the color green, is very vindictive and cruel, often associated with wildfire and comes from the westerlands. She also starts at the beginning of the story by having a girl's innocent dog, Lady, killed. Her subordinates are referred to as monkeys with Tyrion, her Hand, being called “a twisted little monkey demon,” Lancel, who served as her sword, is compared to “a mummer’s monkey” and she thinks of Falyse Stokeworth, whom she tried to have kill Bronn, as a “grasping monkey.” Cersei is also looking for the same young girl Brienne is, someone she blames for the death of a relative, and had imprisoned in her castle.

Just who could Cersei's parallel be?

#a feast for crows #brienne of tarth #jaime lannister #a song of ice and fire #asoiaf #wicked witch of the west #dorothy #wizard of oz #the cowardly lion #tin man #oz #the riverlands #thoros of myr #lannister #cersei #cersei lannister

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A Tragic Birthday

REQUEST: Could you do an imagine where the reader is a Shelby sister and Tommy’s favourite sibling and one day a deal goes wrong or something and she dies but kinda how grace died, in Tommy’s arms and it’s all hectic. Thanks:)

I was going to take a little break (only to the weekend) because tumblr was stressing me out and annoying me but when I started this, I couldn’t stop and I don’t like sitting on fics.

TW: Death

WORD COUNT: 2681

[PART TWO]

It was (Y/N)’s eighteenth birthday coming up in a week and it was safe to say that she was excited. (Y/N) had been looking forward to that day since her older brother Tommy had promised her a large party to celebrate the year before, and now that it was literally only days away she couldn’t stop buzzing about it, no doubt irritating her older siblings.

(Y/N) was the youngest of the Shelby siblings, a few years younger than Finn and was primarily raised by her Aunt Polly and her eldest brothers Arthur and Tommy. (Y/N) and Tommy were the closest between the siblings and had a special bond, that none of the others could replicate with their youngest sibling but that didn’t mean that she wasn’t close to her other siblings, because she was. In fact, it could be said that she had a special thing with each of her siblings; with Ada, they were close because they were the only girls in the family, Finn was the closest in age to her and they grew up as each other’s best friend, Arthur was the closest thing to a father she had and (Y/N) knew if she needed comforting then he would be the person she went to and John was someone she could rant to without judgment and he was always willing to help her out whenever she got in a sticky situation.

But the bond (Y/N) had with Tommy was different and there was no doubt that they were each other’s, favourite siblings. When their mother had died, Tommy had taken on the role as her primary caretaker, he changed her nappies, bottle-fed her and pretty much did anything a father would do. Polly had told her about how when she was a baby, Tommy would get a large piece of fabric and wrap her in it and secure her to his chest so that her cheeks rested on his chest because she would cry whenever she wasn’t being held by him and that it allowed him to keep her calm and content while he got some work done.

Just as much as (Y/N) hated being away from Tommy, Tommy hated being away from (Y/N) just as bad. He was overly protective when she was born, only allowing his Aunt Polly to get involved and help him out because despite thinking he knew everything, Tommy most definitely did not know how to handle a baby, especially not a newborn but he learnt and adapted and became a dad to her.

(Y/N) were three when Arthur, Tommy and John had to leave and go to war and Tommy to this day still has nightmares of how she screamed and cried to the point where she was almost sick at the train platform where he and the hundreds of other men from Small Heath were leaving from. (Y/N) didn’t understand what war was or why were her brothers were leaving but she did understand that her Tommy was leaving and she hated it.

Tommy had made a thousand promises to (Y/N) as he held her in his arms that day on the platform, repeatedly promising to come back alive and well and that he would never abandon her again and Tommy wasn’t sure if he was going to be able to keep them but he made it his goal to come back to her and the rest of his family.

But he didn’t break those promises and four years later, he was sobbing into the dress of a seven-year-old (Y/N), who was crying just as hard into his neck. The only time (Y/N) ever left Tommy’s arms the rest of that day was to hug her other brothers but other than that, (Y/N) was stuck to Tommy’s side. She was silent at first, slightly awkward around her brother who she hadn’t seen in years but it didn’t take long for her to become comfortable and start to quietly mutter into Tommy’s ear about everything he had missed whilst he was away and Tommy sat there in shock as she did so, marvelling at how much his little girl has grown. When he had left, she had just started to string sentences together but now she could speak in full sentences and was chatty, something he guessed she picked up from Ada.

That night as (Y/N) was curled up into a ball asleep beside him, Tommy cried once again. He was glad he was back home and alive but he knew nothing was going to be the same anymore but he was determined to keep things as normal as possible for her whilst she grew up and he was going to create a good life and world for her to live in.

And now eleven years after he’s returned home from the war, he’s pushed all his work to the side to prepare for the birthday of his little munchkin. Tommy had been dealing with an issue for the past week which involved one of his clients thinking he was overpaying for the Peaky Blinders services and was now demanding a refund. One that obviously Tommy refused to give.

Tommy called in the person who had knocked on the door, not even bothering to look up from the paperwork he was looking through.

“Hello to you too, Tommy.” The person said as they stepped into the office, moving to sit in one of the chairs that sat in front of Tommy’s desk.

Tommy grinned when they spoke up, instantly recognising the voice,

“Good morning (Y/N), what have I done to be blessed with your presence this early in the morning?”

“I have the finalised cost list for the party.” Tommy pushed his other work to the side and took the piece of paper from (Y/N)’s fingers and skimmed his eyes over it, letting out a low whistle at the final amount,

“You plan on bleeding me dry eh?”

(Y/N) rolled her eyes and smiled, “Don’t even try it. I know my party costs less than what the Garrison re-opening did.”

“How do you know how much the Garrison cost?” Tommy raised an eyebrow.

“I just do.” (Y/N) raised her eyebrows, a smug look on her face.

“Stop tricking Arthur into letting you see the company files” Tommy pointed a non-threating finger at his youngest sister who only rolled her eyes.

(Y/N) bit her lip in nervousness before she spoke up, “It’s not too expensive, is it? I can remove some stuff if you want!”

Tommy got up from his seat and walked around his desk and leant on it, patting (Y/N) on the head, “It’s not expensive, don’t worry, I was only teasing I’m sorry. You don’t turn eighteen everyday eh?”

“You’re the best Tommy!” (Y/N) leapt up and tightly hugged her brother.

“I know.”

Tommy laughed at (Y/N)’s scoff.

“Any plans for today?” Tommy asked as he went back around his desk and sat back down.

“Ada’s taking me down to London to pick up my dress.”

“Hmm, spending the whole day?”

“I think so. I mean we might as well. Karl and Finn are coming along too so we should be able to find something to do.” (Y/N) made her way to the door.

“Have fun.”

“Will do!” She called over her shoulder as she left his office

It was the day before (Y/N)’s birthday and the clients of Tommy’s that thought they were being scammed have only become an irritant to Shelby brothers, making threats and destroying property has become their form of revenge and attention-grabbing at the moment but none of them could do anything at that moment, all three of them making a promise to their youngest sister not to do anything gang related on the day off or the day before her birthday. (Y/N) desperately not wanting her birthday to be ruined and her brother understood and promised her that they wouldn’t. It was bugging Tommy that he had to wait on retaliating on them but he told himself years ago that his family came above everything else, especially his (Y/N).

On the morning of her birthday, (Y/N) slipped out of her bed and crawled into Tommy’s, his arm automatically wrapping her shoulder as she curled into his side. This was a semi-common occurrence between the two of them, originating from when Tommy started to try and put (Y/N) in her own bed in her own room for the night when she was a year old but it only took a few hours before (Y/N) was climbing out of her bed or Tommy himself took her back to his room. Though it had become less of a thing as (Y/N) grew up as her room was pretty much the only place that she could get peace and quiet and privacy from her wild family. (Y/N)’s room became her sanctuary.

“Good morning, Tommy!” (Y/N) chirped

“G’morning princess.” Tommy lit himself a cigarette, “Happy birthday.”

“Thank you.”

“Here.” Tommy had pulled out a jewellery box from the draw in his bedside table and held it out to her.

“What’s this?” (Y/N) didn’t open the box straight away.

“My gift to you.”

“I thought the party was your gift to me”

“Take the gift (Y/N) or I’ll throw it in the bin.”

“Alright alright, christ almighty.”

(Y/N) slowly opened the box and gasped at what laid inside. It was a diamond necklace, simple yet elegant. Exactly (Y/N)’s style.

“Oh, Tommy. It’s gorgeous, thank you.”

“Glad you like it. Now get washed and dressed, I’m still taking you out for brunch.”

(Y/N) quickly kissed his cheek and left his room, not wanting to delay.

After their brunch, (Y/N) spent the rest of the day getting ready for the party and running around fretting about the smallest things, only settling down after a threat from Ada. After several impatient shouts from John and Finn, (Y/N) was finally making her way downstairs to the rest of her family who made of a series of appreciative noises when they saw her, causing her to smile.

“You look wonderful darling.” Polly walked over to her and gave her a hug before leading her outside and towards the Garrison where the party was being held, the rest of the family following behind them.

“How’s your day been so far?” Polly asked her.

“Good! Brunch with Tommy was great as per usual.” (Y/N) grinned.

(Y/N) usually had brunch with Tommy and then dinner with the rest of her family on her birthday but because this year was slightly different, they were doing dinner the next day.

“I’m glad.” Polly patted her hands and they continued their journey with small nonsense chatter, Ada and Esme quickly joining in.

The party was already in full swing when they arrived, drinks were being passed around and the music was pounding and as soon as she stepped foot into the pub, (Y/N) was dragged away by her friends, the bunch of them squealing and giggling. Tommy and his brothers were sat on a table tucked away but placed somewhere where they can see pretty much the whole room but despite that, they couldn’t see who had slipped into the pub.

Tommy too deep into conversation with Jeremiah Jesus and one too many drinks deep meant that he didn’t notice that something was up until the music suddenly stopped and screams erupted, and as he looked up to see what was happening, his blood ran cold at what he saw.

His little sister trapped in the arms of the client that was pissed off at him, with his gun held to her temple. The man wasn’t by himself, he had brought along two other men. (Y/N) was frozen in shock, afraid that one small mistake would result in her getting hurt.

Tommy slowly stood up and noticed his brothers and other Peaky Blinders do the same thing, each of them pulling out their guns. They easily outnumbered the three men but that didn’t matter as Tommy’s top priority was (Y/N)’s safety

“Thomas Shelby! We’re tired of being taken advantage of by people like you. We’ll have it no more!” One of the men shouted.

“Okay, alright. I hear you. Let’s talk, okay? But before that, I’m going to need you to let all these people go okay, they’re innocent.” Tommy gestured to people plastered to the walls of the Garrison, (Y/N)’s friends crying.

The man nodded and everyone quickly ran out, the only people left in the pub being Tommy, Arthur, John, Finn, Polly, Ada and Michael.

“Now, let the woman in your arms go. She’s just a teenager.”

The leader was the man holding (Y/N) and hesitated before he stood his ground, “No! If I let her go then you’ll just kill me. I want my money back Shelby!”

Arthur grumbled unhappily and shifted, causing Tommy to hold out his arm in warning.

“If you let her go we won’t.” Tommy placed his gun on the table as a sign of truce, “Just let her go.”

The man slowly nodded and loosened his grip allowing (Y/N) to slip through a take a slow step forward, sobs spilling through her lips. “You’re alright, you’re fine. C’mon.” Tommy held out his arms for (Y/N) and took a step towards her.

“No! Stop letting him win, it’s not fair!” One of the man’s sidemen shouted in rage before a loud bang sounded.

The room was silent as everyone tried to understand what had happened and it was until stuttered gasps left (Y/N) did Tommy understand what had happened.

“No!” Tommy raced over to (Y/N) and caught her in his arms just as her legs buckled.

“Fuck! Fuck fuck fuck.” Tommy slowly lowered himself to ground with her in his arms. (Y/N)’s blood spilling through her dress and on to him.

“(Y/N), n-no p-please. O-oh god no”

(Y/N) let out a soft noise of distress as Tommy harshly pressed on the bullet wound.

“I know precious, I know it hurts but I have to do it.” Tommy didn’t even realise he was crying until (Y/N) gently flinched when a tear fell on her face.

“Polly! Polly help!” Tommy heard the clicking of his aunt’s heels before he felt her pushing his hands away. “Polly-- no I’ve got to help her”

“Tommy, let me check on her okay?” His aunt convinced him to move away so check on (Y/N)

Tommy had been so engrossed with (Y/N) that he had no idea what going elsewhere until a hand on his shoulder brought him out of his trance. It was Arthur and John was right behind him, both had blood splattered on them. Finn was crouched down by (Y/N)’s head softly brushing her hair back as he whispered into her ear, Tommy could see the tears slowly sliding down his face.

“Tommy” His aunt had a defeated look on her face and slowly shook her head.

“No! You’re wrong!” Tommy pushed past his aunt and shoved Finn aside so that he could fully bring (Y/N) into his arms, slowly rocking for side to side, loudly sobbing.

(Y/N) was in too much pain to speak and used the remnants of her energy to squeeze Tommy’s hand as tight as she could before she finally passed.

Tommy felt (Y/N) slightly slump in his arms and knew what had happened, letting a loud cry of pain. Tommy heard the cries and shouts and tears of his family around him but he couldn’t find it in himself to care, he was too wrapped up in the pain of his youngest sister that was more like a daughter to him an how her death was his fault.

His darling girl was dead.

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