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Clash of the Universes: Multi-verse
Bond stronger than Blood

It was another, hearty-felt, boisterous family gathering for the Priestly matriarchy. There were plenty of families, and it was held, as it was every year, by the Evans. Russel Fabray smiled and nodded to himself; here, there was no need to show off their own wealth, everyone would fall short and whenever someone tried, they were naturally squashed by the main head.

Miranda Priestly was, as she was every year, without assistants or fashion friends, it was simply her family, and she owned it all. The only one allowed to be there who had taken the woman's father's last name, was her twin sister, with her daughter. As always, the girls got along and men were forced into being well-behaved.

Russel looked at his youngest and frowned a bit. Of course, he couldn't question the girl's truth, since Miranda accepted her, but that didn't mean he had to like it. Specially when one of the boys looked very much like his Lucy, and they even were the same age, and he was scared of learning the boy's birthday.

"Quinnie!" Russel frowned at the little girl who looked very much like his Lucy when she was that age. "Quartz, carry me!"

"Jadey," Quinn whined, laughing when the six-year-old only climb over her.

"Jade West, what have I told you about that?" Adam West was a man whom Russel felt was serious, but that didn't mean he liked his progeny.

"Chill dad," Jasper was the boy who looked very much like Lucy Quinn, except he was a bit more well-built. "Jade only does that to me or Quartz."

"Quinnie doesn't wanna me doing it?" Jade asked with a soft pout, earning a chuckle since she spoke that way only to irk her father.

"No, Jadey can climb over me as long as I call her Jadey," the eight-year-old replied, looking lovingly at the girl.

"Jade, go look for your brother." Adam began with a frown.

"Jet is being piggybacked by Sapphire." Jade replied.

"Stop calling your cousins as though they also had gemstone names," the man continued with a huff.

"Problem, honey?" His wife, Amber, appeared, and he shook his head.

"I'm going for a drink." Adam stated.

"I'll follow you," Russel said, before calling for his oldest child. "Francine! Watch your sister."

"Amethyst!" Jet and Jade called in joy.

"Hey kids," Francine Aubrey Fabray liked her second name best, just like her little sister. "Lucy Q, Jazz, Shar, Ry, how I love seeing you twins gathered around."

"Yeah, I've always believed we were twins ourselves," Chloe Baele, daughter of Miranda's twin sister, said as she arrived, grinning softly. "Brittany, Cat and Daisy —"

Just the mention seemed to spark the chaos that came from that branch of the family.

"Theodore!" That was the Valentine's eldest, and he was nine.

"Teddy!" A six-year-old Cat and Daisy cried out, following him.

"Britt!" The eight-year-old blonde squealed after them, getting the two girls to call after her.

Their procession was a display of each individual running around, stark naked. The one who ran behind them, Jasper, was the only one who could, sort of, control the instigator, and he was charming enough to enchant the girls. Ryan followed suit; Jazz only had two hands after all. When they turned, Jazz had the older boy and blonde girl by the hand, while Ryan had the two little ones with him. As they went to help their families despite their fathers' objection with one half-naked Jet following and giggling along, and while the chaos continued, Miranda turned to the girls.

"Hello my lovelies," she called to them.

"Hi, Mommy," they chorused back softly; at the mischievous smile from the older woman, they began giggling. Mom Miranda had been abbreviated to Mommy and was something akin to a title.

"Now, I don't want your fathers putting any kind of wrong ideas in your heads," they all nodded solemnly at her words; even for their age, they all knew that following Miranda was the secret to success, and partially listening to their mothers, but not their fathers, never them. "What's the most important thing?"

"Power," Quinn stated.

"Appearances," Sharpay said.

"Money," Jade replied, and Miranda huffed softly at the answers.

"Your fathers are monsters, but they abide by my rules," the woman replied with a long-suffering sigh before turning to each of them. "Now, what's my most important rule?"

"To be free," Chole said.

"To find happiness," Aubrey added.

"For ourselves," Quinn continued.

"And no one else," Sharpay nodded.

"Because it is our —" Jade finished, inhaling.

"— life and our hearts, not theirs." They all finished, as though it were a prayer.

Afterwards, the older girls, strawberry blonde and blonde, left.

"Good," Miranda nodded. "I know I am someone who has power," she took Quinn's cheek in her hand, "and money," she did the same with Jade, both girls inclining their heads into her warmth, "and that I have an appearance to keep," this last, she said to Sharpay, who was in the middle of the other two girls. "But, that has only enabled me the freedom, to look for happiness."

"Even if we like girls?" Sharpay asked, tone of voice vulnerable, and the older blonde's hazel eyes snapped open.

"Father says it's wrong, and the church agrees," Quinn said, fear evident in her eyes.

"Quinn?" Miranda asked, concern and worry palpable in her tone.

"Father says that it's an affront to nature," the girl said, looking at the ground, feeling her throat constrict and swallow, before shivering; her hand sought Sharpay's. "Even if gay men are clear followers of your bible."

"So it's okay to love a girl?" The younger blonde inquired, only for her hand to be taken by the youngest. "Jade?"

"To hell with what our parents say," the youngest said through gritted teeth, eyes on fire and when she snorted, it was surprising that fire wasn't blown. "My father keeps sneering at Cat, and I hate him for that." Quinn began to nod when she felt identified, since her father was like that with Brittany; the six-year-old continued her rant. "I know Cat and her brother aren't the brightest, I even know that Brittany still has trouble at night in bed but, they both, Cat and Bree, and just so damn amazing, they can read moods and people and feelings, and with our uptight fathers, I do believe they are just the ones we deserve to remember how to loosen up.

"To hell with them," she repeated, blushing when her eyes fell on Miranda. "I can see how you've both been suffering from what church says, and I won't allow religion or that fool, tell me that god is going to punish or hate me."

Miranda smirked a bit. "Funny, seeing as I'm the Devil," she said, making the girls giggle. It was then that Chloe returned, while Aubrey stayed behind, ensuring Miranda still had time with them. "Now Sharpay, why do you ask?"

"Father's mad at Ryan because he doesn't act how he believes a boy should act, and he said he won't stand for having a gay son," they all sat around the woman, who motioned for the girl to sit in her lap, and she did. "He then frowned and turned to me, saying I was meant to give him grandchildren."

Miranda sighed, before turning to the man in question with distaste. "Now you understand, why I don't want any of you listening to your fathers. Sad, that your hair like Quinn's, turned blonde so soon. Now, why would you think you might be attracted to girls?"

"I like it when you gives us our kisses," the girl on her lap admitted coyly.

"Am I the only one?" Miranda asked, mostly because there would be Hell to pay if someone had dared to do such a thing.

When Chloe was the only one to raise her hand, she sighed softly in relief, just for the rests to start complaining how the redhead's mother was actually Miranda's twin, and how that was unfair, and all the woman could do was laugh. It was such an unusual sound, everyone stopped to savor it, the tinkling way it sounded like chiming bells.

"Girls, come on, get along now," and just like that, everything went back to normal. "My sweet girls please believe me, I am still searching for my own happiness.

"The one person who doesn't care about my power and money, the one who'll be able to see through me, see beyond my appearance." Her blue eyes shone brightly. "That's my happiness."

"But we don't have power."

"Or money."

"Only appearances to keep."

"You're forgetting," Chloe said, taking Jade on her lap and tickling the girl softly, making her squirm for a while, "that Mommy has all of that. That means, despite our independent families, we have all those."

"You're all my girls, no matter what," Miranda agreed with a nod, smiling at each girl. "I love each and every single one of you, more than the rest of our little family." They all chuckled and giggled, seeing as their family was rather huge. But, they knew that even if Miranda was everyone's aunt, and everyone loved her, that she had a special place in her heart for all four. "You, are all my special girls. Fashion is more than garments to be worn, they are the statement of our own personality, and how we chose to express it.

"You're my little dragon," she told Jade, making the girl move and give her a peck on the lips, before going back to sit on Chloe.

"And you," Miranda made Sharpay turn, their lips meeting softly and briefly, blue meeting soft chestnut in a tender gaze as their forehead rested on each other, "are my snow princess.

"And you my dear," she motioned to Quinn as the younger blonde skipped away to Chloe, to receive a hug, "are my fashionista."

Quinn knew what that meant; she was the Devil's Hermes, the one item Miranda wouldn't be seen without anywhere, including their little shindig. She smiled softly, knowing that the love their Miranda gave them was the only bind they needed. More than having shared the water in their mother's womb, more than the blood they had all exchanged at some point, three years ago, their love for the fashion icon and the love she showered them in return, was stronger than anything. So she turned to her sisters and fell in a heap on them, earning groans, complaints, and giggles. After a few moments in blissful sisterhood, Jade, the youngest and most crass and impulsive, turned back to the woman they loved.

"Mommy," she began, holding Chloe's hands over each of her own and twining their fingers with the two blondes at their side, "what's Chloe?"

"Chloe is my first, second chance," Miranda replied warmly, going over to the strawberry blonde and giving her a loving peck as well, before pressing her lips to each of their foreheads tenderly. "Is that a satisfactory answer?"

"Very," the youngest stated with a solemn nod, which was mimicked by the other two. "Mommy, why am I the only one named after a gemstone?"

"Because even if you're my child, I had to let your mother make the choice," the woman replied evenly, smiling tenderly.

"In our case," Aubrey was back, and panting a bit, "mom and dad couldn't make up their mind so, Francine Aubrey, Lucy Quinn."

"Yeah, I'm glad mine didn't go for second names," Sharpay said with a shudder.

"Me too," Jade said softly.

Soon, they had to go to bed though. As she watched them, Miranda couldn't help but feel that, despite their words of reassurance and their long conversation, the girls still held an inexplicable need to impress their fathers. There wasn't much she could do about this though, but to patiently try and explain to them why only her opinion mattered.

Once they learned though, they would realize that the only reason why only her opinion counted, was because she truly had their best interest at heart. She couldn't force them though, and even if she could, she wouldn't be able. Miranda loved them as if they were her own children, and in a way, they were, despite everything, they were. Looking at them fondly, she sighed contently when Chloe and Aubrey guided the girls and boys over. This, of course, meant Ryan and Jasper, as well as Jet and Theodore, Brittany, Cat and Daisy.

Miranda looked about. Her Jewish family was diminishing, and that wasn't a bad thing. She was glad at least her sister, while keeping their father's name, hadn't truly kept the traditions. Also, while she might have instigated a change in name, from Princheck to Posen, she still needed a surname that defined her and only her.

Priestly, definitely did.

Notes: There are two openings for this story, but even without them welcome to one of the most convoluted stories my insanity has the pride of developing.

This began because I love all those fandoms and, well, Miranda Priestly goes by so many names, they each fit the other characters
Dragon Lady - Jade is the most draconic character, with her mean and short temper, cold fire, and threatening disposition . . . it just made sense that she inherited this particular trait
Snow Queen - Sharpay is called Ice Princess for a reason, and this play on words just makes for some exploitable background that just — I mean, am I the only one seeing it? Maybe, but I want to show you all!
Devil Wears Prada - Quinn's mold of mean girl gives her a league of her own in what defines Evil and Devil, and I really had no idea who could fill this title better

Aubrey also has the qualifications of being a mean girl, but Chloe doesn't which is to show that Light is born from Darkness, and since they both have the same age, I decided to simply go with Chloe for this one