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DILF Mafia! Elf BF x Nanny! Chubby Reader

Synopsis: After getting unexpectedly fired from your previous nanny job, you take the first job offer you can find; even if it seems a bit shady. It's really not too bad; you're living in the most gorgeous house you've ever seen, your paycheck is more than you could ever imagine, their father is kind, and even if their mother is out of the picture, the kids are sweet. However, you quickly learn what kind of occupation pays for such a nice house, and your handsome salary.

Tags: 18+, modern fantasy, mafia au, sub reader, dom love interest, fem chubby reader in mind, parenting au, eventual violence and drug references, eventual smut, smut with plot. Potential slow burn depending on if my adhd cooperates

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Continuing with rewriting stories for some of my older OCs, with all of them being somehow connected to each other! Here's the rewrite for my lovable mafia dad Ronan; you can read his original story here. The other connecting stories in this universe can be found here!

You didn’t watch the news much.

Why would you? Your job kept you plenty busy. Being a live-in nanny was a job that kept you on your toes, days lasting ten, sometimes twenty hours. Yet you were paid well, and you liked the family you lived with well enough. When you were called into your boss’s office, you thought little of it. You were on a first name basis with both parents, and they seemed happy to have you. Yet when you walked into the room, sitting down in the fine upholstered chair, there was a sense of tension lingering in the air.

“Is…is everything alright?” You asked, breaking the silence.

The father sighed, mumbling your name under his breath before pausing to composure his thoughts. “We…were incredibly grateful, for your years of service to our family.”

Immediately you knew. You were being fired.

“Please, know you haven’t done anything wrong, and we’ll give you a glowing recommendation to whatever you pursue next, but…our financial situation has…changed, to say the least.”

You listened carefully as he vaguely explained what caused such a change, but all you could think about was what to do next. This wasn’t just a job, it was where you lived. It was a good job too; would you find another employer who would compensate you like this? Who’d be so kind and understanding? You weren’t sure.

It was hard, telling the children you worked with how circumstances had changed. Yet you couldn’t wallow for long; perhaps two weeks' notice was generous in some fields, but it still didn’t feel like nearly enough time. You spent every waking minute of your free time scouring job offers, yet none of them came close to matching what you were making now.

All but one. It looked sketchy; a Craigslist ad advertising $10,000 a month for a live-in nanny; fifty miles outside of the city. It looked like a scam, but you were just desperate enough to give it a shot. Like any other job, you submitted your resume and hoped for a response.

You got one quickly, within just a few hours. The message was short and sweet; the top of the message read just “INTERVIEW” alongside a date, time, and address; tomorrow at six PM. The time wasn’t too out of the ordinary, given half the reason you were hired was due to parents needing to work.

You drove over to the address; despite the eerily concise response and quiet drive, the house was impressive; right on the water, not another house for miles, but built with the same grandiose architecture as the houses of other families you had worked with.

Despite the beauty of the house, you couldn’t help but be a bit on edge. You looked around, noticing quite a few cameras. Not the most abnormal thing you had ever seen, most people with this kind of wealth invested heavily in security. Still, the feeling of being watched was more intense than other interviews.

You walked up to the door, and before you could even knock, the door opened. Standing before you was a well-dressed man; Elvish, fit, blonde hair and pale skin, and oddly familiar. You could’ve sworn you had seen him before; perhaps in the newspaper or on television? It’d make sense, given the fancy house. “Hey. The nanny, I assume?”

“That’s right.”

“Great. Come on in.”

You followed him inside, looking around at the tall ceiling of the foyer. The walls were adorned with all sorts of paintings in various styles, some much older than the other. You had seen both old and new money, but it was apparent they were the first.

He led you over to the living room, “just uh, sit there for a moment. He’s still in a meeting. My brother, I mean.”

“Oh, that’s no problem.” The more you looked at the man, the more certain you became. You had seen him somewhere before. You couldn’t pinpoint where, but you were sure of it. He looked around the room, tapping his foot impatiently. “You do this a lot?” He asked. Clearly, he hadn’t read your resume.

“For about a decade, yes.”

“Nice. He should be done any minute.”

“That’s fine. I um,” you were given no other information outside of the interview. Most families at least told you their occupation. “May I ask what he does? Your brother?”

“Ah, intrigued I see?” He asked with a smile. “We own several businesses across the city. He runs the back-end, I run the front-end. After all, someone’s gotta be a pretty face,” he laughed. “No offense to him. Well, maybe just a little,” he joked. “You know the big casino downtown?”

You nodded.

“Yeah, that’s us.”

You looked around the room. There weren’t many signs of children from what you had seen, the house so far seemingly clean and well-organized; something you didn’t see often when nannying. “How many children does he have?”

“Two. Twins. Spoiled little bastards,” he laughed again, but you weren’t sure if he was joking. You heard a door open, and out came a man. Just like his brother, he was well dressed; long blonde hair pulled back into a loose ponytail, pointed ears clear to see. “Ah, so nice of you to join us.”

“Sorry, things got a little heated,” he said with an awkward laugh. “I’ll take it from here, Finn.”

“Of course,” his brother gave both of you a nod and left.

“So, let’s get started,” he held out a hand for you to shake. “I’m Ronan, the father.”

He seemed nice enough. Once his brother left, the interview felt fairly…normal. He asked you about your job history, your education, if you’d be comfortable living with them, all sorts of standard interview questions. By all metrics, the interview seemed to be going well.

He walked you around the house, giving you a tour of the property. The first floor of the house was immaculate, but the second floor made it obvious he had children.

“They’re twins,” he said. “Five years old, one boy, one girl.” He seemed to light up when he spoke of them. His brother wasn’t entirely wrong about them being spoiled. Each had their own sizable bedroom, along with a playroom that envied any you had ever seen; it even had a sink and refrigerator in it. All sorts of shelves lined the wall with materials for arts and crafts, toys, dress-up costumes, anything a kid could want. “Adriel’s really into dinosaurs and animals and stuff, and Amara’s really good at ballet. Well, I don’t know for sure, but she says she is, so I take her word for it,” he laughed.

Throughout all of your conversations, never once did he mention the mother of these children. You were having a good time, he seemed sweet, but you couldn’t help but be curious. Was she not in the picture? Perhaps she worked? You weren’t sure.

“So…where are they now?” You asked, now standing at the end of the deck facing out onto the water. You didn’t expect to meet the children on the first interview, but you were curious why they seemingly weren’t around.

“Oh, I had their cousin take them out for a few hours. He’s uh, he’s in college, but you know, family business,” he shrugged. “A lot of people come around here, it’s uh, kind of our base of operations, in a way,” he said with a laugh. “But that’s about it. So…”

“So?”

“You’ve got the job, if you’d like it.”

A huge weight was lifted off your shoulders. You didn’t question the speed of it all; your new job was secured. “I’ll take it.”

——

Leaving your last family was emotional. You thought you were prepared, yet you couldn’t help but shed a few tears seeing those kids for the last time.

Arriving on your first day with your new family, you were much more nervous than you had been for other first days. What were you thinking, taking a job without even meeting the kids first?

You had elected not to unpack your things right away, not wanting to overwhelm the twins you had heard so much about. You knocked on the door, and this time, your employer had answered.

He seemed happy to see you, again well-dressed in a white shirt, slacks, vest, and tie. This time though, his sleeves were rolled up, revealing several tattoos. You couldn’t get a long enough look to discern what they all were, but you could tell there were quite a lot of them.

“Hey, come on in. I uh, gave them a bit of a rundown, and they’re super excited to meet you.” You followed him inside, walking towards the stairs, seeing two shadows quickly disappear as you walked up.

You followed Ronan to their playroom, both of them sitting on one of the couches. Both of the children seemed to struggle to sit still, although in different ways. The boy seemed nervous, perhaps even a little scared as he stared down at the floor and away from you. The girl on the other hand was brimming with excitement, wide eyes tracking your movements as you sat down across from them.

He introduced you to them, “she’s the person who’s going to help take care of you both while I’m working.”

The little girl wasted no time getting up and grabbing what appeared to be a bunch of construction paper stapled together. She sat down in between you and her father, leaving the other little boy alone. “I made this. It’s a book about me and my brother.”

“Oh, that’s very-” you instinctively reached to grab it, thinking she was giving it to you, but she pulled away, opening up the ‘book’.

“I’m gonna read it to you.”

“Oh. Okay.”

Her brother moved closer, sitting on the floor next to the couch as she started to read. The pages were filled with crude drawings of her, her brother, and other family members.

“I’ll leave you to it,” Ronan smiled, leaving the room as if to give you some time to bond with both of the children.

“‘My name is Amara. I’m five. I love ballet and chocolate and I can do a handstand,’” she spoke slowly as she read her own words, scribbled down in crayon. It was quite impressive for a five year old. She turned to face you, “do you wanna see me do a handstand?”

The last thing you needed on your first day was something going wrong. “Maybe a little bit later. Why don’t you keep reading me your book?”

She nodded, turning the page. “‘My brother is named Adriel’. That’s Adriel,” she said as she pointed at her brother.

“Hi,” he said quietly.

“‘Adriel is shy but likes dinosaurs and rocks. He’s a picky eater and he wears glasses.’ Sometimes he doesn’t like to talk. But that’s okay.”

You gave him a warm smile, and he seemed to relax a little bit.

She turned the page yet again, this time showing a drawing of the house, several stick figures in front of it, one of whom was crossed out with a large red X. “That’s me, and daddy, and Adriel. That’s mommy, but she’s not here anymore, so that’s why she’s crossed out.” She pointed to a few other figures, one in a suit and the other in a skirt. “That’s Uncle Finn, he’s kinda scary sometimes, but he brings us cool stuff from the city. That’s Callon, he’s our cousin. He wears really cool clothes and has a boyfriend, but I’m not supposed to tell you that.”

The little boy finally spoke up. “His boyfriend looks scary, but he’s nice. Him and his other friend played video games with me, and they brought us pizza.”

She pointed to two other people in the background, “Cedric is our uncle, I think. He’s kinda quiet when he’s here, but he’s really smart. And then that’s Serena, she’s mean sometimes, but she helps us if we get sick.”

It was quite a group to remember. “And do all of these people live here at the house?”

“Only sometimes. They all usually come over once a week for daddy’s big meeting, but sometimes they come stay if it’s an emergency.” You weren’t sure what kind of emergency she was referring to, but you didn’t ask. “Sometimes there’s other people that daddy says we’re related to, but I don’t know all their names. I think we’re related to a lot of people. But that’s it!” She exclaimed proudly as she shut the book.

You spent the next few hours playing and getting to know them. Amara seemed as if she could talk for hours and hours, whereas Adriel still seemed a little hesitant at times. Still, you felt as if things were going well, the rest of your first night uneventful. You had worked for quite a few rich families, but never one so wealthy. You ran into even more faces as the day went on, ones Amara’s book hadn’t covered; a personal chef, a housekeeper, a gardener, and other household staff came and went as the day went on, yet you hadn’t heard any names you recognized from Amara’s story. It made your job easy; you didn’t need to cook or clean, you could devote all your attention to taking care of them.

You got them cleaned up after dinner, reading them both a story before bed. They scampered off to their rooms, and as far as you knew, your work was done. There were still a few things left in your car, so you decided to finish unpacking. You walked out through the garage, only to find nearly every spot was now occupied, along with a few cars out front. When did all these people show up? And where were they?

You brought the rest of your things inside, and the house was suspiciously quiet. There were more people here than before, you were sure of it. You walked back down to the first floor, unable to hear any additional voices as you walked between each room. You decided to look around, but when you heard footsteps from below, you panicked. It had to be the door that led to the basement; you moved behind one of the walls dividing the hallway, the kitchen, and the living room. You weren’t sure why you were so on edge; you had no reason to be. Yet something felt…off. Why was he having a meeting this late at night? How’d they get inside undetected? You hid behind the wall; so long as whoever was approaching stayed in the kitchen, you should be able to stay undetected.

“I’m so fucking tired of this shit,” said a man’s voice. He sounded younger, perhaps in his twenties, yet his tone was one of exhaustion. “I don’t get it. I don’t think I’m being unreasonable!”

“Not really,” it was a woman’s voice this time, sounding a bit older; perhaps thirties or forties? Although, this was a family of elves; it was highly likely your guesses were completely off. “Although, it’s not…uncommon, in our field.”

“In our field,” he repeated in a mocking tone. “It’s weird. Besides, just because I was alright with it once, did they think I’d be willing to do that kind of shit forever?”

“Alice did.”

“Well, Alice is a cunt, so there’s that.”

Silence lingered between the two of them, a brief moment of tension before they started to laugh, the smell of cigarette smoke wafting towards you.

“You gotta be careful kid,” she paused, presumably taking a drag from a cigarette. “Ronan hears you saying that shit, he’s gonna beat your ass.”

They were talking about your boss. Who was this ‘Alice’ person?

“Yeah, yeah, I know. I just…if I did it…I mean fuck, what would I tell him? ‘Sorry I cheated on you, my dad needs blackmail material on a CEO, hope that’s okay.’ Yeah, no.”

The statement left you in shock; did running a business like this really mean accruing that many enemies? Who was making this boy blackmail a CEO? Why? Ronan didn’t mention having any other children. Perhaps this was his brother’s son? You tried to remember his name, but you had learned so many names today it was lost on you, still in shock over the boy’s declaration.

“Well…” the woman hesitated. “You wouldn’t need to tell him.”

“Yeah, but I’m not fucking evil. By the way,” he continued. “You missed a spot, last job. He got all freaked out, I had to tell him I fell through a window.”

“Did he believe you?”

“Of course not, he’s not an idiot.”

She sighed, “much to your dismay, you’re not the only one I have to patch up. Your paper cuts are not as important as others gunshot wounds. Be more careful.”

You thought back to Amara’s words; “And then that’s Serena, she’s mean sometimes, but she helps us if we get sick.” Was it common for rich families like this one to have a healer on-call? Was she being facetious? She had to be.

“Yeah, yeah, I know. I need to get back to school, I have class tomorrow,” the boy sighed, both of them starting to walk off. Once you couldn’t hear their footsteps, you walked back to your room. You weren’t necessarily afraid, but it was clear something wasn’t right.

You tried not to think about it. You had taken the job, the kids were sweet, and you really shouldn’t have been listening in on them anyway.

Still; gunshot wounds?

You had almost finished getting ready for bed when you heard a light knock on the door, the clock reading 10:47.

You answered it, and there was your boss Ronan. “Hey, I know it’s super late, but-”

“That’s okay,” you tried to stifle a yawn but failed. “What’s up?”

“I don’t wanna take too much of your time, but I just wanted to ask if everything went alright? They seem to really like you, I just didn't want you to feel like I was hovering over you, and then I had my meeting, but I just wanted to check-in.”

You nodded, “things went well, I think. I’m glad you think so.” You had so many questions you wanted to ask, but you kept things brief. “Do your meetings usually go this late?”

“Yeah, it uh…it can be tricky getting everyone’s schedules to align, so you know. Is what it is. Well, thank you for your hard work, let me know if you need anything.”

You quickly learned he was a busy man. A kind father, doing his best to spend time with the two kids while running a collection of successful businesses. As days passed, you started to notice the way others within the house looked at you.

It was a look of disgust, or fear, but hesitancy; as if there was something they all knew that you just didn’t. You tried not to pay it any mind, but couldn’t help but return to the conversation you overheard the first night.

The boy seemed to have grown attached to you rather quickly, Adriel always taking the chance to hold your hand or lay on your shoulder. It made sense, given how he’d lost his own mother. This wouldn’t be the first time you’d be ‘filling in’, so to speak. Amara seemed to like you, but she wasn’t nearly as clingy, opting instead to show you things, like her drawings or dances she had made up.

“You’re good at being nice,” the little boy mumbled as Amara twirled around the room, a movie playing quietly as Adriel was about to drift off to sleep.

“Oh, well thank you. I try my best.”

“There’s a lot of people being mean lately. But you’re nice.” Before you could question what he said, he was asleep. You looked back over to Amara, blissfully unaware of the world around her. Yet something about the boy’s words felt almost cryptic. You were curious, but…you didn’t want to lose this job. So, you decided ignorance was bliss.

You were woken up in the middle of the night by a knock on your door, a tiny voice calling out your name. Technically, these were your off hours, you shouldn’t need to do anything; but you weren’t going to just turn the kid away. You opened the door, and there was Amara, standing there in her pink pajamas.

“Hi.”

You yawned, rubbing your eyes, “hi, what’s going on?”

“Um…can I sit with you for a bit? I…I can’t sleep.”

She was so sweet, you couldn’t say no. Between her and her brother, she seemed to be much more independent, being the shoulder for him to cry on often. Yet she had gone through the very same things he had with their mother gone; you were more than happy to sit with her. “Sure.”

She walked in your room, heading for the window. She looked outside, your room facing the dock down below, the moonlight reflecting on the water. Her eyes widened, letting out a gasp. “Boat! The boat’s out!”

You were still half asleep, you hadn’t even registered the quiet hum of a boat engine coming from outside. You looked out, and sure enough, there was a boat. Despite the lights being out, the people down at the dock didn’t bother to quiet their voices. One of them was almost definitely Ronan. Him and his brother were standing out at the dock, calling out to whoever was on the boat.

“Can you open the window? I want to say hi to daddy.”

“Sure, but…just wait a moment, we don’t want to interrupt him if he’s…”

What was he doing?

“We don’t want to interrupt him if he’s working.” You opened the window, their conversation much easier to hear.

“Ronan, I promise you, every source I have has told me this address is still off the feds radar,” said his brother, speaking at a normal volume.

“It’s not the feds I’m worried about. The feds may not see it, but every other organization will make the connection once the news breaks.”

“Even so. The only people that come here are blood. They’re more likely to hit me in the city than come all the way out here. The most likely scenario is they’re gonna go after the safehouse up North. We know that, we can prepare for that.”

“No, we don’t know that.”

“Yes, we do. These people are nothing if not predictable. And again, they can’t act on information they don’t have. Besides, name one other time you’ve seen anyone else out here on the water. No one comes through here, it’s your own little oasis. Now come on, let him finish the job, and we can determine our plans for the safehouse tomorrow. Hells, they won’t even know he’s gone until a week I’d say.”

He relented, letting out a sigh. “Fine. But I want someone out here for the next month. Just in case.”

“I can arrange that.” Finn turned to look back at the boat, walking back to the edge of the dock away from the window. He held his hands up to his face, amplifying his voice. “Hey, Callon?”

“Yeah?” His voice was barely audible, but it sounded like the man you overheard before in the kitchen.

“You can drop it now. Well…actually, back the boat up just a little more.” You could hear the boy groan, before the boat engine kicked back on. “Yeah, right there’s good, international waters and all that.”

You heard the sound of something falling into the water, the waves slowly rippling forward. Whatever he dropped into the water, it must’ve been heavy. He drove the boat back to the dock, and when he got out you saw he wasn’t dressed the same as Ronan and his brother; instead of the fine suit, he was sporting an outfit of all black, complete with a mask over his face. As soon as the boat engine was off, the three of them on the dock, Amara stuck her head out the window and called out to them.

“Hi!”

The three of them looked up at the window. Ronan and Finn looked horrified, while her cousin, Callon, just laughed, walking back inside. You stared back at them, all of you in disbelief. Finn gave Ronan a pat on the shoulder before following Callon inside, Ronan now the only one looking back at you.

“So…I suppose we need to talk about some things.”

Part 2

thanks for reading!! i hope you enjoyed it! definitely going for more of a slow burn with him, but who knows how long that slow burn is going to last. lots of setup in this first chapter, but i hope you liked it!! also for those who read the old version, pls no spoilers for anyone in the comments! this is an alternate version of Ronan's story, so some things will be a bit different :D

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