Random Oneshots

Christmas Reflections (Lisa Simpson x Son of Burns Reader)

The Simpson-Burns mansion glowed with festive warmth, its tall windows framing a picture-perfect snowfall that blanketed Springfield. Inside, garlands of holly adorned the bannisters, and the scent of freshly baked cookies lingered in the air. A towering Christmas tree stood proudly in the corner of the living room, decorated with a mix of heirloom ornaments from Y/n's childhood and handmade crafts lovingly created by their three daughters: Mia, Clara, and baby Evie.

The chaos of Christmas Eve had finally subsided. Y/n Burns reclined on the plush sofa, his arm wrapped protectively around his wife, Lisa. The fire crackled in the hearth, its warmth mirroring the love that filled the room. Lisa leaned into Y/n's side, a mug of cocoa cradled in her hands.

The night had been filled with laughter, tears, and the usual antics of their daughters. Mia, the eldest at eight, had insisted on organizing the gift distribution, while Clara, their mischievous five-year-old, had tried to climb the tree to retrieve the star. Baby Evie had delighted in ripping apart wrapping paper, oblivious to the presents inside.

Now, with the girls fast asleep upstairs, the house was quiet. Y/n glanced down at Lisa, who had been unusually quiet.

"Penny for your thoughts?" he asked, his deep voice rumbling softly.

Lisa looked up at him, her golden hair glowing in the firelight. "I was just thinking about how much has changed. It feels like only yesterday we were trying to merge our worlds—your family, my family—and now here we are, years later, with a family of our own."

Y/n smiled, his dark eyes softening. "It hasn't always been easy, has it? But somehow, we made it work."

Lisa chuckled. "Remember our first Christmas together? My dad threatened you, and Bart couldn't stop teasing you about being rich."

"And let's not forget your mom trying to mediate the whole dinner," Y/n added with a smirk. "But I'll never forget how you stood up to my father that same year. No one had ever done that before."

Flashback: A Burns Family Christmas

Lisa's first Christmas at the Burns mansion was a formal affair. The dining room was pristine, with a table set for a banquet and candles casting flickering shadows on the grand walls. Charles Montgomery Burns sat at the head of the table, his icy gaze fixed on Lisa.

"So," he began, his tone as cold as the December wind, "you're the Simpson girl. Tell me, why would my son, with all his advantages, choose someone from such... modest origins?"

Lisa didn't flinch. Straightening her posture, she met his gaze evenly. "Because your son sees the value in people, not just their net worth. And because he knows I challenge him to be his best, just as he does for me."

Mr. Burns raised an eyebrow, seemingly unimpressed. "Hmph. We'll see if that holds true."

By the end of the evening, however, even he couldn't entirely dismiss her. Lisa's impassioned discussion about renewable energy initiatives had left an impression, though he would never admit it.

Flashback: A Day at the Office

Years later, Lisa's influence had reshaped not just Y/n but also the very empire his father had built. The Springfield Nuclear Power Plant, once synonymous with pollution and decay, had become a model for eco-friendly innovation under Y/n's leadership.

One memorable day, Lisa had come down with a terrible cold, leaving Y/n to take Mia and Clara to the office while she stayed home with baby Evie.

The girls were thrilled. Clara insisted on wearing her "business outfit" (a sparkly dress with a blazer), while Mia carried a clipboard, determined to help with "important decisions."

When they arrived, Smithers greeted them with his usual professionalism, though he couldn't hide his amusement. "Good morning, Mr. Burns. And good morning, Miss Mia, Miss Clara. Are you here to audit the books?"

Mia adjusted her glasses, nodding seriously. "We're here to make sure Daddy doesn't slack off."

"Yeah, and for snacks!" Clara chimed in, bouncing excitedly.

Y/n chuckled. "They're shadowing me today, Smithers. Make sure the snack cart is fully stocked."

Throughout the day, the girls made their mark. Mia sat in on meetings, her sharp questions surprising even the senior executives, while Clara commandeered Y/n's office, creating colorful drawings of "solar-powered unicorns."

At the end of the day, as they returned home, Mia declared, "Daddy's workers like him. They say he's not scary like Grandpa Burns."

Lisa, wrapped in a blanket on the couch, managed a laugh. "That's because your daddy is one of a kind."

Back to the Present

Lisa smiled at the memory. "You've come so far, Y/n. The plant, the company—it's nothing like it used to be. And that's because of you."

Y/n shook his head. "It's because of us. You didn't just inspire me; you pushed me to do better. Without you, I'd have kept things exactly the same, just to avoid the hassle of change."

Lisa rested her head against his shoulder. "You've proven that even someone raised by Charles Montgomery Burns can break the mold. Our girls see that every day in you."

Y/n's expression softened. "I hope so. Everything I do is for them—and for you."

Lisa yawned, her eyelids growing heavy. "You're a good man, Y/n. The best."

As her breathing slowed, Y/n realized she had fallen asleep. Smiling, he carefully scooped her into his arms and carried her upstairs, taking care not to wake her.

Christmas Morning

The house came alive with the sound of excited giggles and pattering feet. Mia was the first to race into the living room, her eyes lighting up at the telescope by the tree. Clara squealed with delight over her new art supplies, while baby Evie clapped her tiny hands at the sight of a plush bear nearly her size.

Y/n sat on the floor, helping Clara set up her paints while Lisa watched from the couch, her coffee steaming in her hands.

"Merry Christmas," Lisa said softly, her voice filled with love.

"Merry Christmas," Y/n replied, leaning over to kiss her temple.

As the girls laughed and played, and the snow continued to fall gently outside, Y/n couldn't help but feel a profound sense of gratitude. The life he had built with Lisa—the family they had nurtured, the legacy they were creating—was more than he had ever imagined.

It wasn't just another Christmas morning. It was a reminder of how far they had come, and how much they still had to look forward to.