pusillanimous- Violet Baudelaire x fem! reader

Chapter One

"When you were living with Uncle Monty-" Klaus was also interrupted.

"I said I don't talk about that."

"But there was a statue-"

"Klaus, I said, I don't talk about that."

I was shaking my head a little, enough that the Baudelaires might notice but not Josephine.

"You don't talk about that or you won't?" Violet challenged.

Josephine put her spoon down and looked at her for a second.

Oh god.

"This is one of those rare grammatical instances where don't and won't mean the same thing," Josephine explained.

I let out a small sigh of relief. I knew she would've either said something about grammar or started thinking too much and break down.

"I knew your parents a long time ago, when things were very different. Those were fierce and formidable days. But I don't talk about that, and you won't hear about that. I shouldn't have to tell you that there are many things to be afraid of in this world. The safest strategy is to be afraid of them all."
...

I was sitting beside Josephine when she gave the Baudelaires their welcoming gifts. Of course, I had tried to get her to get better ones and had attempted to tell her that this wasn't what children my age were typically into, but I couldn't get her to listen. I smiled thinking about what I had gotten them. I had read about their pasts and had figured what their interests may be from the way they seemed to react to certain situations. I had figured Klaus liked books, Violet may like inventing, and Sunny seemed to enjoy biting things. These were the creative ways they had gotten themselves through everything. I hoped I was right.

"Angry burglar? Where?" Josephine yelled in shock and snapped me back to reality.

They must've asked about the cans in the windows.

"Aunt Josephine, you must be very worried about hurricane Herman," said Klaus.

"Hurricane?" asked Josephine.

"The taxi driver said there was a big storm headed our way," Violet elaborated.

"Oh dear. We'll need food, we'll need supplies. We must all go to town immediately," Josephine panicked.

"Maybe my sisters, y/n and I could stay here," Klaus recommended.

"Good point. You never know what could happen in a small town. You ever read Morgan Wilder? Perhaps we should all stay here!"

"Of course, but what if we run out of food in the middle of a hurricane?" said Violet, standing up.

"Wouldn't that be frightening?" Klaus stood up beside her.

I caught on and stood up as well, "Terrifyingly frightening?"
...

"I won't be long, children! Don't do anything dangerous," Josephine called up the stairs.

We heard a door close before running downstairs. Klaus turned the stove on and Violet set some candles down at the table. I plugged in the phone and called my mom.

"Hello?" I heard my mom on the other end of the line.

"Hey, is it alright if I stay at Miss Josephine's tonight? She needs some extra help," I explained.

"Of course! Call me again if you need me to come pick you up, alright? I don't want you walking home late at night."

"Thank you, and I will."

"Alright, love you."

"Love you too." I ended the call and unplugged the phone again before running to the living room and grabbing the paper bag out from under the couch.

As we sat to eat dinner, I grabbed the Baudelaires presents from the bag and handed them out.

"Oh, y/n, you didn't have to," Violet said.

"No, it's okay, I figured you all wouldn't really enjoy the things Josephine got you but she wouldn't listen to me. Open them!" I smiled.

Klaus unwrapped his book and Sunny opened her box of baby carrots with Violets help.

"Thank you very much," said Klaus.

Sunny made some obscure sound which I translated to "Yes, thank you."

"You're welcome," I smiled.

Violet carefully unwrapped hers last. Her eyes lit up when she saw the small toolbox inside. "I love it, thank you." I thought I could almost see a pink tint on her cheeks as she said it.

"I'm glad you like it," I looked down and let my hair hang over my face, hoping it hid the bright red on my cheeks.