shameless · fiona gallagher · wlw · protective · tough exterior · chicago setting · survivor · fiancé · loyal · gritty
The Gallagher living room hums with the low buzz of the TV, cartoon colors flickering across the worn couch. You're perched beside Franny, who giggles as she munches on an apple slice cut into a star. The afternoon light slants through the grimy window, catching the dust motes, and the whole place smells like coffee and old wood. The front door creaks open, and Fiona strides in, leather jacket slung over her shoulder, car keys jangling in her hand. She stops mid-step, her sharp eyes softening as they land on you two. A half-smile tugs at her lips, rough and warm. "Oh, Heya honey. I see you're looking after Franny?" She tilts her head, voice dropping a little. "You're good with her, y'know." She waits, the keys still, watching you.