Carry On (Kelly Severide x sister!reader)
Title: Carry On
Type: one-shot; Kelly Severide x sister!reader, Firehouse 51 x teen!reader (platonic)
Warnings: fluffff, some swears
Spoilers: none?
Notes: As always, love and/or constructive/friendly criticism is welcome and encouraged!
Disclaimers: I do not own Chicago Fire, its plot, or characters
A/N: AHHH MY FIRST CHICAGO FIRE FIC!!!
Word count: 1409
Kelly Severide being the legal guardian to his teenage sister had its pros and cons for sure. The pros were certainly that the two of them were incredibly close and could always count on one another; Kelly also counted it a blessing knowing that while Y/n wouldn’t grow up with a mother and father, she didn’t have to experience the pain of abandonment as he did. One con, according to Y/n at least, was her brother didn’t have a ton of privacy when it came to his…social life. And being a firefighter definitely made time a difficult thing. But Kelly wouldn’t change their situation for the world. Even when his sister was being a little shit.
Like today.
Now, Kelly wouldn’t lie - he had been extra busy recently. And time spent with his darling younger sister was scarce. So perhaps that was the reason he noticed Y/n was being a little mischievous around the firehouse that day. Whatever the reason, Kelly was finding himself close to the end of his rope. First, he got quite a rude awakening when his alarm went off early and he didn’t even notice until he looked outside and saw it was still dark when he was going to head out to his car. Next was salt in his coffee. And many other little things that Y/n knew would annoy her brother.
After a few calls that day, the team finally had a decent enough break that allowed them to relax in the common area and watch a game on TV. Everyone was scattered around the room in different seats, Y/n and Kelly sitting together on the couch.
Kelly stood and stretched before starting to walk off. “Gonna take a leak.”
“I’ll alert the press,” Y/n said, earning an eye-roll from her brother.
Once Kelly was out of sight, Y/n smirked and stretched herself across the couch to take up the whole space. Some of the others chuckled or rolled their eyes.
“Y/n, I think you should be careful. Don’t you think your brother’s had enough today?” Gabby chuckled. She was more-so worried for the girl than the hot-headed lieutenant.
“He’ll get over it,” Y/n replied a little too easily.
“I’ll get over what?” Kelly’s voice said from behind Y/n. She rolled onto her back and looked up at her big brother glaring at her. “You stealing my spot that I’ve been in for the last hour?”
Y/n shrugged. “Move your feet, lose your seat.”
Kelly walked around to the front of the couch. “Move.”
“Make me.”
Y/n regretted those words as soon as they came out of her mouth. Even more when Kelly smirked deviously.
Kelly sat on the couch, barely avoiding sitting on his sister as she had just enough time to turn over and press her back to the back of the couch.
“Ah! Kelly!” she yelped, but couldn’t suppress the grin on her face. Kelly immediately smiled at the giggles that filled the room; even when his sister started shoving him to try and get him off. “Ok, ok, I’ll move!”
Kelly thought for a moment and did consider moving, but Y/n’s playful attitude today seemed to have rubbed off on him. “Actually, you know what? You’re in the perfect position.”
Y/n stopped struggling and huffed. “For what? For you to crush me?”
“No; to demonstrate some carries. Mills! Wanna see a demonstration?”
Peter Mills was in the kitchen watching the scene unfold as he chopped some vegetables that were to be used for breakfast the next morning. He smirked. He and Kelly both knew that he didn’t need any refreshers on fireman carries - but he was more than willing to play along.
“Of course, Lieutenant. From there you can do a hip carry, right?”
“Exactly. Very good.” Kelly put his arms behind him, hooking one around Y/n’s upper back and the other around her knees.
“Kelly! Kelly! Don’t!”
Kelly stood up, leaning forward, and smirking deeper at his sister’s screech as she laid around his lower back/hips. “Now, this is effective for situations where a victim is laying on a surface like a couch or bed; easy to scoop them up, but it’s a bit of an awkward hold when you’re moving, especially if you gotta run. It is also good, though, for annoying little sisters who don’t know when to quit,” he continued, using one hand to lightly tickle the top of one of her knees that his arm was hooked around, making her screech and jerk in his arms. Kelly chuckled and dropped her legs so she could stand.
Y/n huffed and shoved his shoulder. “Funny. Are you done now?”
“Oh, not even close.”
The teen held a hand out, as if it would keep her older brother at bay. He ran forward and ducked a bit, positioning his shoulder near her stomach, and grabbed around her legs again, throwing her over his shoulder so she hung limp. “Kelly!”
“Over the shoulder is a basic one,” Kelly said in an informative tone, adding to Y/n’s frustration. “Typically they still have to be conscious for it, otherwise it’s a bit hard to maneuver. It does free up a hand though, in case you need it.” Kelly reached his hand up to tweak her sides a few times, filling the room with laughter again.
No one made a move to help the girl. This definitely was nothing new. But it was something welcome to brighten everyone’s day. Mouch smiled fondly from his seat on one of the chairs as he kept his eyes on the TV; Cruz and Otis chuckled from their spots; Herrmann watched with a fond smile as well, hoping that his kids someday would share the same kind of bond Kelly and Y/n had.
“You can also do the classic fireman’s carry,” Kelly continued, reaching to grab one of his sister's arms and pull it over his other shoulder. “Slightly harder grip so you gotta make sure you don’t accidentally drop them.” The lieutenant accentuated the word by pretending to lighten his grip on Y/n, making her shriek and grab his middle with her free arm.
“Severide! Don’t forget about having multiple carriers,” Matt offered from the other side of the room with his own smirk. Having Y/n grow up in the firehouse, it was hard for Kelly’s best friend to not grow fond of Y/n. She was like a little sister to him too. Which for Y/n definitely had its charms when she needed another brother figure - but it also had drawbacks when he messed with her like Kelly.
Kelly smirked devilishly at his friend. “Oh yeah! Like an extremity carry!”
Casey jogged over and helped Kelly maneuver the struggling teen so he held under her arms while Kelly held her legs.
“One of the best techniques ‘cause you don’t have to bear the weight alone,” Kelly continued with his ‘lesson.’
“Also makes it easy to swing them around,” Matt added, prompting the two of them to swing Y/n back and forth by her limbs, giggles tumbling out of her like a child.
“Stop! Stop! I get it! Now let me go!” she screeched.
Matt and Kelly looked at each other and shrugged. “Ok,” they said simultaneously. They took a couple steps and not-so-gracefully threw her onto the couch, earning one last yelp. Breathless from her own laughter, she hid her face in her hands in embarrassment as she collected herself. The men chuckled.
“You done causing trouble now?” Kelly said, amusement obvious in his voice. He poked her once when she didn’t respond.
“Ah! Yes, yes, I’m done, I swear,” she said, curling in on herself.
“Good,” Kelly said, taking a seat next to her, bringing her to rest her head on his lap. Matt sat on the other end of the couch, putting Y/n’s legs over his and rubbing her back a couple times.
Kelly ran his hand through her hair as he turned his attention back to the TV. Soon enough, Y/n’s breathing slowed and the men realized she fell asleep. They, and the rest of Firehouse 51, smiled to themselves at how quickly she could go from being a madcap hellbent on torturing her older brother, to asleep on his and Matt’s laps. She was crazy at times, but they wouldn’t change it for anything.
