#uncles

"Shit," Ruby cursed as she stopped Jade from falling into the bushes outside the frat house they had just left. She, somewhat clumsily, managed to get her sister in a sitting position on the pavement before she rubbed the palms of her hands into her eyes.

What the fuck was she meant to do now?

They were home from college for study break and Jade had heard about this party from an old high school friend. They had told their parents they were only going to catch up with old friends but now they were both extremely drunk and had no way home. Ruby couldn't exactly drive right now and Jade was in an even worse position than she was.

She ran through the possibilities in her head.

She couldn't call her parents. As wonderful as they were, that would mean an extremely long and boring lecture about responsibility come morning. No thank you!

Arthur was her next thought. But their little brother was likely sound asleep. He was the captain of his high school hockey team and he took his responsibility WAY too seriously, in Ruby's opinion. He had a game the next day, Ruby and Jade were expected to attend. Ruby groaned as she remembered this. He certainly wasn't going to be able to ge them out of this jam.

Their sister, Amber, was too young to drive and Ruby shuddered at the idea of calling either set of their grandparents.

All their other friends were either still away at school or absolutely wasted inside the house they had just stumbled out of.

"Fuck. FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!" Ruby cursed as she scrolled through her phone.

"Call Illyaaaaaa," Jade slurred from her position on the ground.

"What?" Ruby faltered as she had indeed just come across her uncle's name in her contact list. Fucking twin intuition.

"Ilya and Shhhane arrrrre here already, right?" Jade mumbled into her hands.

Ruby could have rejoiced. Her uncles had just arrived that afternoon for Arthur's game tomorrow. Ilya would pick them up and let them stay with them at their Montreal apartment and then drop them back at their parents tomorrow without another word. It was perfect.

They might have to deal with an awkward Uncle Shane lecture about the whole situation but it would be SO much better than what their parents would have unleashed on them. Plus this way, they would get Ilya cracking jokes at Shane's attempt at discipline and make pancakes simultaneously.

Ruby found his number and pressed the call button. It only rang twice before he answered.

"Uncle Ilya, I need a BIG favour," Ruby pleaded.

"Put your location on. I am coming," Ilya responded before hanging up. No other questions followed.

Leo has no favorite...

(It's Dick's ploy to adopt Tim as his other son)

Kris was not happy about their new gay funcle buncles.

Summary: Nick, Matt and Chris meet their nephew.

Warnings: possible swearing, nicknames, pregnancy, random name for boyfriend, fluff

Reader's age: 26

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Here you were. Tired but happy. Laid in a hospital bed, watching as your newborn son was cradled by your boyfriend, Kyle. You had given birth twenty minutes ago and were waiting for your brothers to arrive.

"Hey."

You looked over and saw Nick, Matt and Chris. They each held a small bag in their hands as they loitered in the doorway.

"Hey guys." You called.

"Can we come in?" Nick asked.

"Yeah, of course." You answered.

They smiled, placing their gifts down before hugging you. Kyle smiled and walked over with your son.

"Fuck he's so tiny." Chris said, admiring the baby.

"I know, you want to hold him?" Kyle asked, making him nod quickly.

Chris smiled as your son was placed in his arms carefully. The tears in his eyes ready to fall. Tears of joy.

"I just can't believe he's really here." Matt said.

"Yeah it felt like yesterday you told us you were pregnant." Nick added.

You laughed and then smiled seeing Chris chatting away to the baby.

"Bro, let us hold him too." Matt then mumbled, making Chris grumble, but pass the baby over.

"Little dude is gonna be so spoiled." Kyle mentioned, making you nod.

After watching each of your brothers hold and rock the baby, he was then handed back to you, curling up on your chest.

"So, what's his name?" Nick asked.

"Owen-Antonio Bernard Fisher." You said proudly.

"Wait, really?" Nick called.

"Really. It took us both a while to think of different combinations but we got there." You answered.

Nick, Matt and Chris smiled wide, each feeling happy and honoured you named your newborn son, their first born nephew, after them.

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