pusillanimous- Violet Baudelaire x fem! reader

Chapter Five

Violet slid her hand down from my wrist and grabbed my hand. We went up to their room while Klaus went to the library to read. Violet set Sunny down on the bed once we got up there and then opened one of the dresser drawers. She pulled out two nightgowns, one that was pastel pink and silky, and the other was beige and had lace on the hems.

She handed me the pink one. "Is this one okay?" she asked.

"It's perfect, thank you," I said, grabbing it. "I'll let you change first."

She nodded and I stepped out of the room for a moment. I went to the hall closet and opened it. I grabbed a blanket before looking for a pillow that would be comfortable to sleep on. It usually took a few minutes to find one, so by the time I had one, Violet was done.

"What are you doing?" she asked as she came out of the room.

"Just looking for a pillow," I pulled out the one I wanted.

"Why?"

"Well, the pillows on the couch are a bit firm for my taste."

"You can just sleep in my bed."

"Are you sure?" I looked back at her.

"Yeah, it'll be fine."

I nodded and put the pillow and blanket back. "Alright."
...

"Goodnight, Sunny," Violet spoke softly as she tucked the youngest into bed.

She sat on the bed with her legs under the covers and grabbed the book from her nightstand. We both read our individual books for about thirty minutes before I began yawning. I shut my book and rubbed my eyes. Violet closed hers as well and set it on her lap.

"I'm getting kind of tired," I stated the obvious.

"Me too," she said, turning off her lamp.

I turned mine off as well and we both put our books on the nightstands on either side of the bed. Klaus was already asleep, so we didn't have to worry about his lamp.

We turned to each other and sat in silence for a moment, looking into each other's eyes. It was then that I took note of how her eyes looked blue in the light and brown when it was darker.

"I'm sorry about Josephine and your mother," she whispered.

"Thank you. I'm sorry about Monty and your parents," I muttered back.

"Thank you," she paused for a moment. "I'm glad we have each other."

"Me too."

I closed my eyes and pulled the blanket up to my chin. I started to drift off but before I was fully asleep, I felt Violet's hand push a few strands of hair away from my face. I felt myself smile a bit before losing all consciousness.
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I saw a bit of light piercing through my eyelids and opened one. I looked at the clock on the other side of the room and it was six in the morning. I scooted closer to Violet, who was still sound asleep, and rested my arms over her shoulders and buried my face in her hair.

Sunny sat up in her crib and looked at me. I saw her smile before I closed my eyes again. I didn't go back to sleep, just laid there for a moment. About ten minutes later, I softly scooted away and sat up.

I stretched my arms and peered through the see-through white curtains down at the lake. I grabbed my folded clothes off of the nightstand and headed to the bathroom. I plugged the drain to the bathtub and turned the water to a warm temperature.

When the tub was full, I got in. I looked at the rubber duck I had always played with when I took baths here when I was little. I remembered all of the fond memories of Josephine from over the years and thought about my mom. I heard a small drip and looked down at the small rings of water spreading out from the tear I hadn't even noticed I'd shed.
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After putting on my black t-shirt and overalls from yesterday, I brushed my hair and headed downstairs. I got out a pot, some bowls, mixing tools, and ingredients to make oatmeal. I wasn't the best cook, but the Baudelaires deserved better than dry cereal. Josephine never had milk, or any type of dairy for that matter, because her electricity was turned off so there was no fridge to keep things cool in. Yeah, food went bad fast here.

I was just turning on the stove when I heard footsteps coming down the stairs. I stood back up and looked over to see the Baudelaires making their way to the lower level of the house.

"Morning," I smiled.

"Hey. What are you making?" Violet asked, setting Sunny down at the table.

"Oatmeal. I figured it'd be better than dry corn flakes."

"Dry?" Klaus questioned.

"Since Josephine has her electricity turned off, there's no power in the fridge to keep any kind of food cold," I explained.

"If her electricity's off then how is the stove on?"

"I just turned it back on. Since it was usually off, we couldn't keep anything on for more than a few hours at a time even when she left the house. We shouldn't have to worry about the electric bill since she never spent much money because she rarely went out to purchase things."

They nodded as I poured the ingredients into the pot.
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There was a knock at the door. I put down the dish I was currently washing, dried my hands, and answered it, greeting Mr. Poe. He stepped inside and I showed him back to the library.

He coughed as he looked at the window before speaking. "Forgery? That's a very serious charge."

"It's not as serious as murder, which is what Count Olaf did, he murdered Miss Josephine and then forged a note," I stated.

"Oh now you Baudelaires have your new friend on this Count Olaf thing? I'm gonna say it again, besides a gaping middle-aged woman shaped hole in the window I can see no sign of struggle. The only real way to tell if it's her handwriting or not is to compare it to another note."

"That's... actually an excellent idea," Klaus stammered.