Thrombey triplet AU oneshot
A/N: I really enjoyed writing this and I think it turned out okay, let me know if you want a follow up of this! And I’m sorry it took so long to come out :)
Warnings: swearing, mentions of neglect, mentions of sex,
“Ransom!” You yelled up the stairs to gain the attention of your brother. Soon enough the floorboards started to creak and you distinctly heard your 2nd oldest brother grumbling as he came into your view.
“What do you want?” He sounded pissed, but that didn’t faze you. You’d spent the earlier years of your childhood in this house beside them and it was pretty obvious you had all three of them wrapped around your finger.
He raised his eyebrows, “mad at you? Why?”
It was a long story really, you had decided that you didn’t like any of your sweaters so you took your brothers’ ones but halfway through you got caught in the act by her. She yelled at you and now you were grounded for a month. Instead of telling him all that though you just decided to settle with “I may or may not have tried to take your sweaters..”
Ransom just sighed and held out his hand for you to take, “come on then. If Linda’s mad at you then she won’t want to even look in your direction (Y/N)” he didn’t use mom, which you weren’t surprised at. She didn’t let you call her that but when she wasn’t there you used it, trying to get some sense of a normal family.
You eagerly grabbed your brother’s hand and let him basically drag you up the stairs to his room, but halfway through the hall you were stopped “Oi Ransom!”
“What Andy?” He asked while rolling his eyes, and stopping outside our other brother’s room. You both heard footsteps heading to the door and the soundtrack of a movie playing in the background.
“I gotta do something so when dinner’s ready can you tell them I’m sick or something?” Andy said, leaning on the doorframe and sending a pleading look at your older brother. What he said reminded you of tonight’s events, all your family was eating dinner together in the dining room because your mother said that you were becoming distant (which was true, but only because they literally never spoke to the four of you) so you, your brothers and father had no other say in the matter
“Why?” Ransoms tone was accusing but that didn’t seem to faze Andy who just smirked and stood a little bit straighter
You chose this exact moment to but into their conversation before either of them could and sent in a fabulous remark, “I thought you were gay”
He stared down at you whilst Ransom laughed, “I didn’t even notice you were here sweetheart” he said, raising one eyebrow “you’re very small”
“So let me get this straight. You want me to cover for you to them bitches while you go bang a girl?”
The older brother sent a pointed look at the other one for his choice of language, “yes and no. I’ll make it up to you, and if you don’t, I’ll tell mom that you brought someone home the other day and went at it”
“Ew!” You yelled and shoved both hands over your ears trying to now block out the excessive laughter now coming from both of your brothers, without removing your hands you grumbled “I’m gonna talk to Stevie instead”
So without even giving a second glance to them you turned on your heel and made your way to the youngest triplet’s room. Stopping in front of the Oakwood door you knocked twice before pushing the heavy wood open “Hey Steve”
He looked up from the book he was currently reading on his spot on his bed and smiled, indicating with his head to sit next to him. So you complied, bounding your way over to the mattress and duvet, and propping yourself up with your head resting upon the headboard. “What do you want doll?” His tone wasn’t annoyed, instead kind.
“Ransom and Andy were being weird” he threw you a confused look so you continued “they were talking about bringing girls over and-“
“Right. You are my baby sister, I’m not letting you continue that sentence”
Without speaking he placed a bookmark in the book ‘Hamilton’ that he was reading and placed it on the side table. Steve looked over and smiled, reaching up to ruffle your hair “you excited for tonight?”
It took all your mind not to scoff at his question “definitely not, our parents don’t like us? Or have you forgotten?”
He just chuckled and moved his weight onto his left elbow so he could face you “I think they don’t like you the least though” he joked. It was a quiet conversation but that’s what you enjoyed with Steve, he was the calmest when it came to hanging out and whenever you wanted to talk he wouldn’t push you away, as he had said a couple years ago “my doors always open to you doll”
But when you got into discussing how you were going to avoid your mom so she didn’t shout at you a single knock interrupted the conversation. Steve went to invite whoever it was in when the door swung open and revealed Andy and Ransom shoving each other by their jumpers and kicking each other
“What the hell are you doing?”
Your question was left unanswered as the oldest triplet managed to shove Ransom over onto the carpet of Steve’s room. “What’s happening?” You pressed again, sliding down from your brother's bed.
“He’s being a bitch!” Andy hissed, going to throw him back on the ground as he had just got to his feet again when Steve held the fist from going any closer. “Stop before you hurt someone An’”
“I bloody want to hurt him” he nearly yelled, struggling to bring his hand free and accidentally punching Steve in the process. “I’m talking about (Y/N)” he said as if it were obvious as you hesitantly stepped closer to the battle scene where Steve was now struggling to hold back Ransom as well. “I’ll shove my foot so far up your ass you won’t be able to speak for a-“
“Can you just stop!” You yelled, trying to break apart the fight, but no matter how much you yelled or how close you got nobody seemed to pay attention to you. It made you wonder what Ransom actually did to make Andy so angry with him.
As Steve started to lose grip on Ransom, your ears began to burn from the volume that was filling the room. All of a sudden the middle triplet broke free and swung his fist at Andy, the punch filled with anger except the hook didn’t land on his brother, instead on the left side of your nose.
Instant pain surged through your whole face and for a second you stopped breathing. Silence filled the room instantly. When your eyes started to tear up from the agony Ransom immediately dropped down to his knees and brought you into a hug “sorry, sorry, sorry, please don’t cry, please. I’ll let you hit me back! I promise!”
“I- I- It hurts” you hiccuped, tears were now streaming down your face at a violent pace and you could see your other two brothers standing back both of their eyes wide at what they had just experienced.
“I’m sorry honey, I’m really sorry, please don’t tell anyone!”
Slowly but surely your sobs died down into deep breaths and Steve and Andy ended up on the floor next to the both of you.“Are you okay?” Andy asked, smiling kindly as you turned around in your brothers lap to face them “that didn’t feel good.”
“I’m sure it didn't” Steve chuckled, getting up to grab his book so he could continue. Wiping the tears from your cheeks and eyes you quickly began to get embarrassed, growing up with older brothers you get used to being hurt and not showing it and now they’d just watched you cry your tears out, you felt considerably weak. “I’m sorry”
Andy looked up confused “why are you sorry sweetheart?”, you shook your head, not wanting to explain your life problems to your nearly adult brothers. “It’s okay to cry (Y/N)” Ransom said, tightening his hold around your waist into a back to chest hug.
“And hey Andy” Ransom called from above your head making him turn back towards the both of you
“Linda already knows that I brought a girl home so your not going anywhere sucker”
His eyes narrowed at his younger triplet but he controlled his anger and clenched his jaw. “I honestly hate you so much Rans’”
Before you knew it, it was time to go down. The houses maid was standing at the bottom of the stairs calling your names and you kept hearing the voices of the people you would rather not speak to down there. “Come on, we better go down,” Andy reluctantly said, getting up off of the floor and heading to the door.
Without warning, Ransom stood up making you fall hard onto the ground from being sat on his lap. “Oh shit- Sorry (Y/N)!”
“Ransom!” Steve scolded and strode across his room to help you back up “you honestly should never be around kids”
“Don’t I already know” he mumbled
So you three followed after Andy, trudging down the stairs and the left side of your nose visibly red from being punched. When you all reached the bottom both parents and the oldest brother looked your way where you were half-hidden behind Steve, not liking the attention being turned on you. you thought that maybe if you just ate dinner quietly without saying a word then they wouldn’t speak to you either and it would take considerably less time. But as you already knew from the bruises, luck wasn’t exactly on your side today.
“Hello children” Linda, your mother spoke in a sickly sweet manner to the three of you. “Fuck off” Ransom mumbled under his breath which, luckily for him, she didn’t catch. Instead, focusing her attention on you, sending a disapproving look your way.
“What are you wearing (Y/N) Thrombey?!”
You looked down, cheeks reddening when you caught sight of the baggy AC/DC sweater that you had stolen from Andy and baseball shorts that had belonged to Steve. “Um… clothes?”
The glare she sent you made you cower back and hastily head to one of the seats, Ransom and Steve following after you before your mother could say anything else. “I hope you all gain some sense as you grow up,” your father said as the maid brought in platters of food that looked as if they were only made to show people how rich they were.
You locked eyes with Andy and he gave you a smile which you could easily decipher as forced. You had to bite your tongue to stop yourself from tearing up. This family wasn’t like the ones that you saw on the playground after school, the perfect dad who provided for the house but still had a perfect amount of time to spend with his children, the amazing mother who went on Sunday shopping trips with their daughters and went to their son’s football games to embarrassingly cheer them on. No. Every day you walked home on your own and didn’t even see your parents most of the day, you had to be perfect for them. Joining fabulous school clubs that would get you places in life, wearing expensive designer brands so everyone knew you were richer than them, staying inside the bubble they had built you from that day you were born. The only reason you hadn’t ended up the perfect daughter as they wanted is because of your brothers, they had stood outside the line first, and since you had grown up with them as your role models, they taught you that the road your mother and father wanted you to go down was not the one you were made for.
“We’re going away” your father announced to the table as he loaded up his china plate with steak, not looking up as he said it. “Huh?” The youngest brother asked and turned his head to face him
“I said” he started with his voice raised “we’re going away. As in me and my wife”
You distinctly heard Ransom mutter “you mean as in me and my side chick” and you rolled your eyes at the egotistical idiot.
You weren’t surprised he hadn’t called her your mom, but you were, however surprised he had called her his wife. When you called him your dad once Ransom said you shouldn’t since he’s probably not anyway, you asked what he meant and he told you that they had been cheating on each other for ages. You suppose that you should have seen it coming, they were never really affectionate or loving towards each other like every other family you’d seen, but they could even be faking too, right?
“So we’re gonna have to look after (Y/N) on our own?”
“Like that’s anything new” Steve muttered under his breath across the table that you caught while Ransom and Andy were arguing with your parents. “Shut up!” Your mother screamed at them making you violently jump in the chair. You hadn’t expected her to get angry at anyone just because they didn’t want their parents to just give you to their sons whenever they didn’t want to deal with you.
“You do what I tell you.”
Her voice was still raised but on the good side she was no longer screaming, Ransom went to answer back when you slipped your hand into his, silently telling him to keep quiet or he was going to make things worse. He closed his eyes and shut his mouth, huffing in annoyance. “This is fun” you whispered to no one in particular softly.
“(Y/N) Thrombey go to your room!”
Ignoring the sounds of complaint and protest coming from your brothers, you pushed out your chair, making sure to make it squeak against the wooden dining room floor, and pushed it back in again. But before you could start moving towards the door, you felt a hand grab your wrist. You turned around to find Ransom stood there next to you with his eyes narrowed at your parents.
“I’m sick of you treating us like shit all the time, like we’re not even part of this family! I don’t care about your fucking fancy image. I don’t care bout the fact that you’ve got people to impress. I don’t care when you leave for big holidays and we have to look after (Y/N). I care when you shove us away from you like we aren’t even yours in the fucking first place!”
Steve was just about to open his mouth as well, to add to the argument, when your mother held a hand, shaking from anger, up in the air, as though to silence him.
Your father stood up, his chair sliding across the newly polished floor and looked at the middle triplet with pure venom behind the depth of his eyes, “Go to your room! Now. All of you.”
Ransom hesitated for a second, clearly not used to being told what to do, most of the time just being ignored by them and the maids doing everything he asked them to, but he made his mind up and let go of your wrist before storming upstairs, the other three of you quickly following behind although not as heavy-footed.
You could practically feel the anger radiating off of Andy even though he was silent. Steve just bit his lip to stop himself from shouting, he knew that it wouldn’t get anybody into a better situation. “You're such a prick Ransom,” the eldest brother said to no one in particular when they reached the top of the stairs where the hallway to all four of your rooms were. “You would’ve done the same An’,” Steve said “your as much of a prick too”
They now noticed that you were unusually quiet in their company, as you were always involving yourself into the triplet’s arguments and conversations. But you were currently trailing behind them, deep in your own thoughts, so much that you didn’t even realise that you’d passed the door to your room.
When you didn’t respond Andy used your name instead, “(Y/N)?”. Your head snapped up, no emotion shown in your features. Steve’s eyes began to fill with concern at the sight, he ran his hand through the blonde locks when you turned back to the wooden door. “Doll, come here”
Your lip trembled as you once again struggled to contain your tears. It was now only sinking in that your family was never going to be normal, your parents were never really going to truly love you, you would never really be a proper family no matter how hard anybody tried to fix it back together.
You took the hand that Steve had just offered you and let him gently guide you into his room, closing the door behind him and leaving Andy to go into his own bedroom. “You gonna tell me what’s wrong?”
Giving a shaky nod you rubbed your eyes trying to get rid of the remnants of tears, “this family isn’t ever gonna really be normal is it?” The bitterness in your voice showed and your brother's forehead creased in confusion yet part concern. “Hey, (Y/N), they might not appreciate you like different parents do for their kids but I promise you that me, Andy and Ransom will never leave you”
His words sunk in and you looked up at him with puppy eyes “does that mean we can run away tomorrow to Africa?”
He blinked a couple of times “you really had to go and ruin the moment didn’t you?”
You gave him your best innocence smile and attempted to control your laughter, without moving your legs, you slid yourself next to him and buried yourself into the youngest brothers side as he wrapped a protective arm around you “I love you Ste’”
Before he could respond you both heard shouting from outside the door and excessive banging “Oh I SWEAR TO GOD RANSOM YOU ARE SO DEAD!”
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