Blaine Oneshot - Some Secrets Are Worth Sharing

John Laurens Oneshot - Strangers to Lovers

Requested?: No

Prompt: “Take my seat.”

Type of oneshot: Fluff

Timing: Modern AU

Reader's Relations: None

Warnings: Mentions of cheating, swearing, random people being dicks in public

Other notes: None?

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I sighed in relief as the bus I needed finally arrived at the stop. Once I got on, I sighed, seeing there were no available seats and grabbed a hold of a nearby pole for standing passengers, placing a hand on my 6-month-pregnant stomach, hearing a whisper of, “Son, come here and let the lady sit down.”

“No! I want to sit down!” the child replied. I just sent a smile the the father in a ‘it’s fine, I’m used to it’ way.

That’s when I felt a tap on my shoulder, “Miss, here, take my seat. I’m getting off soon anyway.”

I turned around and was met with a freckled face and brown hair, tied up in a low ponytail, the man wearing a white t-shirt with turtles on it. I smiled as he stood up and thanked him, sitting down, feeling relieved at the weight being removed from my legs.

“Thank you again, sir. I like your T-shirt by the way.”

“Thank you. Turtles are just the best!”

I let out a giggle, “I agree.”

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A few minutes later the bus arrived at my stop. I stood up and thanked the driver before getting off and finishing the small walk home I had from the bus stop. That’s when I felt another tap on the shoulder, “Sorry, Miss. I didn’t get your name. It seems we were getting off at the same place.”

“Oh, I’m (Y/n). What about you?”

“John. You’ve got a pretty name. Oh, shit, I shouldn’t be flirting, I can tell you’re already in a relationship,” he muttered the last statement his eyes darting to my stomach.

“T-thank you, and it’s fine. I was, but not anymore. My boyfriend was excited about the two of us having a baby, but a few days ago, I found out he had been cheating on me since before he got me pregnant and that he was dumping me for her when I told him there was a chance that our baby wouldn’t be perfect. I don’t have the best eyesight, I’m dyslexic, and I’m a carrier of a genetic ‘deformity’, I hate that word, a thing that my mum has that could get passed down to this child. The girl my ex was cheating on me with has no problems with her DNA, has perfect eyesight and she’s gorgeous. Sorry for ranting, we’ve probably walked past your house by now.”

John just shook his head, “Nope! Plus it wouldn’t be right for me to let you walk home alone. Who knows who could take advantage of you? And your ex is wrong for not seeing you for how perfect you are. You need someone who will love every part of you and the child, no matter what they look like,” he spoke, putting a bit of my hair behind my ear that had fallen out of place, causing my face to turn slightly pink.

We ended up learning that we lived in the same block of flats, and right next to each other, and two months later, John made me move in with him so that he wouldn’t worry about me being on my own and having to go the hospital alone, then I met his very loud friends…..

-------------------JOHN’S POV

“John, what’s got you so distracted?”

“Nothing Alex. I’m fine,” I replied, moving my hand and pushing a bit of hair that had fallen into (Y/n)’s face out of the way, who was currently asleep on my shoulder.

“I have a feeling it’s something to do with (Y/n). Mon ami, I can see it in your eyes, you love her, non?”

I immediately looked up, staring Laf in the face, “W-what?!”

“I knew it. Just tell her, mon ami, before someone snatches her up,” Laf replied, a smirk on his face.

“You wouldn’t dare,” I muttered, seeing him looking at (Y/n).

“Tell her and I won’t.”

At that moment, (Y/n) woke up with a scream, “I-it hurts!” making my eyes widen, “Laf can I borrow your car? Mine’s in for a service today.”

“On one condition; I’m driving.”

“Fine. Just get (Y/n) to the hospital, please.”

-----------------------------YOU POV

“Thank you for helping me, John. I don’t think I would have made it without your help,” I spoke, panting as I held Jane in my arms, the baby girl being sound asleep.

“No problem. Glad I was of some help.”

“Mon ami, don’t you have something to say to (Y/n)?”

I blinked at Laf’s words and asked John, “Do you?”

“Laf, I hate you so much….” John muttered, “If I have to do this, you three must leave.” Laf and Alex sighed, Herc eventually had to drag them out of the room, leaving me and John alone, “So what did you have to say?”

“Since I met you, I felt something… a good something. I realised I’ve fallen in love with you, (Y/n). I know you probably don’t feel the same, I mean we have only known each other for a few months but-” I cut him off by placing a finger on his lips, “I love you too, John.”

His face lit up and I giggled, “I’m not messing with you, you can kiss me if you want.”

That was all he needed to bend down and carefully kiss me, careful not to disturb Jane.

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And another one written… I have one more in my head, that might get written tomorrow…

Sirius Oneshot - It's the Inside that Counts

Requested?: No

Prompt: None

Type of oneshot: Fluff?

Timing: Marauders’ Era (7th Year)

Reader's Relations: Newt’s granddaughter (don’t ask how this works, I just wanted it to be a thing in this oneshot, because he’s best boy and it kind of works)

Reader’s House: Gryffindor

Warnings: Bullying

Other notes: The reader is slightly chubby in this. Also in this, your parents died when you were young, so you live with Newt and Tina.

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“Really? You honestly thought I’d want to date you when you look like that?” I tried to hold back the tears as my, now, ex-boyfriend kicked me to the curb metaphorically, continuing to say hurtful words, another girl hanging onto his arm, “You’re dumber than I thought. I was just using you because of your family.” And with that, he walked off, the girl following next to him, laughing. I sighed and stood up trying not to let the tears fall as I made my way back up to the common room. When I got up to my dorm, I sat down on my bed and sighed, taking my robe off so I was more comfortable, and laid down on my stomach, finally letting the tears fall.

That was when I started to hear small squeaks and I felt a small weight on my head. I let out a small giggle and lifted my hand, allowing the bowtruckle to step on before I brought my hand to my face, “Hello there. Did you stow away in my robes?” The small green creature looked down refusing to make eye contact and I giggled, “At least you’ve been found, Pickett.” I sighed, placed him down on my pillow and wiped my eyes, trying to stop the tears from flowing as I reached into my bag and pulled out a piece of parchment and a quill. I immediately started writing to my grandfather to let him know that Pickett was safe and hadn’t been stolen/harmed. Once I was done, I folded it up and let Pickett up on my shoulder before leaving the dorm, and heading up to the owlery.

“(Y/n)? Where are you going?”

“Owlery,” I replied in a monotone voice, refusing to look at Jen as I knew how observant she was and that she’d be able to tell I’d been crying from my face if she hadn’t by my tone of voice, “You’ve been crying. You can tell me what’s up, you know that, right?” I nodded, “Thank you, but it doesn’t matter. Now can I continue up to the owlery please?” She narrowed her eyes and let me go causing me to sigh in relief. I really didn’t want her to find out that William had broken up with me as I knew she’d tell the Marauders because of how protective they were of me. They didn’t need to be, it wasn’t like I was related to any of them, they just decided they were going to protect me for some reason. Once I’d sent the letter off to my grandparents, I walked outside and sat down by a tree by the Black Lake as it was just after dinner and curfew wasn’t for a few more hours and the outside air helped me to think better.

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“It was hilarious! You should have been there Prongs, his face was priceless.”

“Mate, shh. Is that.. Look it is! Where’s (Y/n) though?”

I looked up from my food to see William walking into the Great Hall, a random Slytherin hanging onto his arm looking as sneaky as ever.

“I swear to Godric if that git broke up with her, I’ll have is head.”

“Pads, calm down we know you like her.”

“Oh shut it, Prongs, you’d be the same if someone had done the same to your precious Lily” I retorted. Before James could reply, I felt a presence next to me and I looked up to see Bella.

“Have you seen (Y/n)?” I asked, curious as to where she was as she and Bella were normally inseparable, but Bella just shook her head, “Sorry, Sirius. I haven’t seen her since Transfiguration ended, but if I see her this evening, I’ll let her know you’re looking for her.”

“Thank you.”

“Wait a minute, I have an idea.”

“Huh? What do you mean, Moony?”

“Just, give me a minute.”

Without another word, he spun around in his seat to face the Hufflepuff table, directly where Jen was sitting, “Jen, have you seen (Y/n)?”

“Hm? Oh yeah, I saw her going up to the owlery before dinner. She looked like she’d been crying but refused to tell me why. If she’s not in her dorm or the common room, then I don’t know. Wait a minute, why didn’t you guys just use that map of yours? Don’t worry I won’t tell anyone about it.”

Moony thanked her and turned around as we all banged our heads on the table, “Why didn’t we think of the map? When we get back up we’re checking that map and finding where she is.”

------------------------YOUR POV

“Alright Pickett, you can sit on my head,” I muttered as the bowtruckle refused to go back in my pocket, “But you’ve got to hide when I go back inside, “Okay?”

Pickett just stuck his tongue out at me and blew a raspberry, “I thought you were taught not to do that. If you’re discovered, then it’ll mean bad news for me. Please, work with me-”

“(Y/n)?”

At the sound of my name, I quickly took Pickett off my head, hiding him behind my back and turned to the person, “Oh, Sirius, hey, what are you doing out here?”

“I wanted to talk, have you been crying?” he asked, reaching out and taking my hand in his, which I didn’t reject, surprising him as every other time he’d tried to make physical contact with me, I’d pushed him away. I sighed and nodded, releasing my grip on Pickett before placing him back on my head and wiping my eyes with my now free hand, “Y-yeah. Promise not to tell anyone else?” Sirius nodded and I took a deep breath, “William broke up with me. Told me he was just using me because of my family and that ‘no one would want to date someone who looked like me’. He then called me fat, along with a load of other hurtful stuff and then walked off,” I spoke, the tears coming back to my eyes again, this time I just let them fall, only stopping when I felt Sirius wiping them, “(Y/n), please don’t cry. I don’t like seeing you cry, it makes me cry when you’re upset and don’t believe anything that jerk says, you’re perfect the way you are.”

“He’s right though, Sirius. No one would want to date me, I am fat-” I was cut off when he placed a finger to my lips, “Do not say that about yourself in my presence. You are not fat, (Y/n). You are perfect, and I know one person who would want to date you.”

“W-who?” I asked, looking up at him. Instead of replying, he took my cheek in his hand and bent down to my level, kissing me, “Me.” I felt my face turn bright red and I blinked, bringing my hand up to my lips once he’d stepped back a little, “Y-you? You’d want to date me?”

“I-if you wanted to date me back, then yeah. I’ve been in love with you since 3rd year, (Y/n). You know how Prongs used to go on and on about Lily before she finally gave in and started dating him?” I nodded and Sirius continued, “Well, Moony told me I was the exact same with you. Apparently, I wouldn’t shut up about you and complain about that git of a boyfriend you had whenever I could. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have a nose to go and break.”

I giggled and grabbed his hand before he got too far from me, “I-if you’re serious that you’d want to date me, honestly, I’d be lucky to be the one to have grabbed your attention. I like you too, Sirius.”

That stopped him in his tracks, and he turned back towards me, grabbing my upper arms and kissing me again, “I would be the lucky one, (Y/n). I love you so much.”

“I-I love you too, Sirius. Are you sure I’m not too chubby for you to date?”

He shook his head, “No. You are perfect the way you are, how many times do I have to say it? It’s what’s on the inside that counts, not what you look like. I love you for the way you act and your personality, not what you look like.” At that moment Pickett jumped off my head and onto Sirius’ hand, causing me to smile, “It looks like Pickett approves, please don’t tell any of our professors he’s here. Honestly, he stowed away on my robes, or well, in my clothes in general.”

“I won’t don’t worry, (Y/n). I’d never do anything to get you into trouble.”

“Thank you. I love you, Sirius.”

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Hehe, more Sirius fluff.

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Deductions or Doctor? - John x Reader

Requested?: No

Prompt: None

Reader's Relations: Sherlock and Mycroft's Sister

Warnings: None

Other Notes: In this you're part of Scotland Yard (it's for a certain reason….)

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"THAT'S IT! I'm GOING to actually kill Lestrade next time I see him!" I shouted slamming the door to 221B Baker Street behind me and walking upstairs.

"And what's up with you?"

I ignored John's question and sat down on the sofa, starting to angrily tap my foot on the floor.

"It's clear. (Y/n) is distres-"

"Don't you bloody dare be a smart ass Sherlock, I'm not in the bloody mood for your deductions right now. If you want to know, I'm rather annoyed because every time there's an even remotely 'exciting' case, Lestrade is immediately 'Oh let's get Sherlock Holmes. He'll solve this for us', and it just pisses me off. I mean, seriously, what impression does it give the people of London if Scotland Yard can't even solve one bloody case, always getting you," I pointed directly to my brother at that moment before continuing, "to solve any case we get, like come on!"

"I see. So, Lestrade isn't actually the cause of your frustration, it's me."

I scoffed, "Don't be so damn full of yourself Sherlock! Not everything is about you!" I replied standing up and walking to the kitchen, "Do we have anything I can eat? I'm starving."

"Strange. Are you feeling okay, (Y/n)? Normally you don't eat much."

I smiled, "Thanks for the concern John. I'm not sure, you are right, I mean I guess I did throw up this morning and I was feeling a bit lightheaded today."

"Hmm."

"What exactly does 'hmm' mean?" John asked, to which I rolled my eyes, "That is a question that's never going to get an answer, John. One thing about Sherlock is that he never explains himself!"

"Well I'm about to if you let me speak, (Y/n)!" Sherlock interrupted, continuing to pace around the flat. I rolled my eyes, "You're not the doctor here, Sherlock! So if there's something wrong with me, then John's the one that would know, not you!" I retorted, continuing to tap my foot on the ground angrily.

"Please stop doing that, it's incredibly annoying when I'm trying to think."

"Oh shut it, Sherlock! Just go into your little 'Mind Palace' or whatever you call it. I am not in the mood for this!"

"Ahh, (Y/n), you're back. I had a feeling you'd be in a bad mood, so I made you your favourite."

I smiled and ceased my foot tapping, turning to the doorway, "Mrs Hudson, you are my saviour! I'm starving and this is exactly what I need right now." I walked up to her and took the tray, going to sit at the sofa, seeing as it was the only available space, as Sherlock's 'experiments' had taken over every other surface in the flat, and digging in. The food was great, however the glass of water that Mrs Hudson had given me tasted like wax and I reluctantly swallowed it, "Eeugh. That tastes disgusting."

"Hmm, further proof of my theory. John, take a sip of that water."

"Why should I? (Y/n) said it tasted disgusting, I'm not going to-"

John, it's for an experiment, taste the bloody water!" Sherlock snapped and John quickly walked over as I handed him the glass, continuing to eat the food.

"That tastes perfectly normal."

"Oh great… so there is something wrong with me… yay," I spoke out sarcastically. Sherlock turned to me, a smirk on his face, "Well, I wouldn't say 'wrong' (Y/n)… Although, I guess it depends on how you'd feel about becoming a mother," he whispered the last part to himself, but I still heard it, "What the bloody Hell are you talking about Sherlock?! I am not-"

"You're pregnant."

I burst out laughing, "You have GOT to be kidding Sherlock, there's no bloody way I could be pregnant! I don't even have a boyfriend for crying out loud!"

"That is irrelevant. Last night you arrived back late, after midnight to be specific, as I was still awake when you returned, working on a case, I'll have you know, and I heard your footsteps, then this morning there was a stench of alcohol coming from your room, and I noticed a glass of water and some pain killers on your bedside table this morning.-"

"I put those there, Sherlock, just stop showing off please, it's getting annoying. I'm the doctor here, if (Y/n) is pregnant, I'll be the one to be able to tell that, not you."

"All the signs are there, John. They're all there. Signs of first trimester pregnancy: Morning sickness, increase in appetite and food and drink tasting different."

"Then explain the 'how', Sherlock, my dear brother," I spoke, standing up and crossing my arms, "Let us hear your amazing theory of how the bloody Hell I can be pregnant without even having a damn boyf-"

"One night stand."

"I beg your pardon!" I squeaked, "Sherlock! I am your sister, OLDER sister to be precise, how bloody dare you!"

He just smirked at me, putting his hands together in front of his face, "I'm right though, aren't I?"

I sighed and sat back down on the sofa, "I guess it's a possibility. I did go to the bar last night to celebrate finishing the case, but one minute I am sitting at the bat having a beer, then the next thing I know I'm in some random guy's bed compete-"

"You don't need to finish that sentence, (Y/n)."

It was then that a mass surge of panic took over me, "What am I going to do?! I'm a highly respected Inspector at Scotland Yard, if this gets out to the Press it's going to ruin my whole career! I can already imagine the headlines 'Respected Scotland Yard Inspector (Y/n) Holmes Disgraced Due to Pregnancy!' I just don't know what to do!" I lay on my back on the sofa, my arm over my eyes, trying to hide the face I was crying from the two of them.

"We'll keep it a secret somehow, (Y/n)."

"How?! At the moment it's going to be easy, but it's going to get extremely hard once she starts showing, Sherlock! What's your plan then? Keep (Y/n) hidden forever?!"

"No," Sherlock replied, "It's simple, John you're a doctor, right?" John sighed and I rolled my eyes, as Sherlock continued, "Well, you can do check-ups on her when she needs them and then-"

"Sherlock, I'm an army doctor! I have no experience in childbirth!"

"That is true. In that case, we're going to have to change plan. John you will pretend to be (Y/n)'s boyfriend when she needs to go for check-ups or whatever, and when the baby is born, pretend that you're the father."

"Is that really a good idea? Why me specifically?"

Sherlock took a deep breath, "Well we can't let anyone else know, and I can hardly do it. She's my SISTER, John! That's just unsettling."

John sighed, "You're right," before turning back to me, "You alright with this, (Y/n)?" I nodded shyly, "I-I don't want this to ruin everything, but we're going to have to tell Mycroft at some point, Sherlock."

"No. Not a good idea. He'll just.. No."

"Sherlock! He deserves to know he's going to be an uncle in nine months!"

"Okay fine, but not right now."

"Okay."

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"You feeling okay, (Y/n)?" John asked, rubbing my back as we sat in the waiting room, "This is your last check-up."

"I know. I've just been thinking. Amelia really deserves to have a father figure in her life and…"

"Y-you want me to be a father figure to her?!"

I nodded, a smile on my face, "Would you do that for me, John?"

Before he had a chance to respond, a nurse came over, "Miss Holmes, Doctor Matthews is ready for you now." I nodded and turned back to John. Taking a deep breath, I grabbed his cheeks and kissed him before standing up and following the nurse off, scared of what John's reaction was going to be.

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I smiled and thanked Doctor Matthews before leaving her office and walking back out to the waiting room. I saw John sitting in the same place he'd been before and when he spotted me, he stood up and walked straight up to me, grabbing my upper arms and kissing me. I blinked out of surprise but soon melted into it.

"Y-you like me back?" I asked, swallowing the lump in my throat. He nodded in response and I smiled, leaning my head on his shoulder, "That makes me happy. I take it you want to to be Amelia's father figure then?"

John's only response was kissing me again, which I took as a yes, as the two of us left the hospital, John hailing a taxi back to Baker Street for us. When we got upstairs, I sat on the sofa and John came to sit next to me. I immediately snuggled into his side the best I could with my growing stomach and smiled, feeling him wrap an arm around me.

"Now this is strange because I don't actually know, what is going on with you two?"

I giggled and gave John a 'You want to tell him or should I?' look, to which he spoke, "Sherlock, I'm dating your sister, and there's nothing you can say to stop me."

Sherlock blinked in response, "Well then, I wish you both luck, but John, you hurt my sister, you're dead to me."

"Got it, Sherlock."

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Sitting alone in the flat, again I was bored, shooting at the small target that I'd put up on the wall to shoot at. However, soon I heard the door being opened and I smiled, knowing I wasn't alone anymore, however that smile soon faltered when I saw who had walked through the door. I immediately stood up and changed my grip on the gun, "what do you want, Moriarty? You know I can just call Sherlock right now to tell him you're here. I'm sure he'd love to finally catch you!"

He just chuckled, "Nothing this time, I was just passing by and thought I might come to say hello."

I gulped as he walked closer to me, continuing to speak, "I was also thinking of what a useful purpose you could have to me."

"What are you-" before I could finish, he'd placed a pair of glasses on my face and I lost control of my own body.

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I awoke in a strange room that I didn't recognise for the first few minutes, until I realised it was my childhood bedroom.

"Why am I here?"

"Don't you see it? You're bait."

"What for?"

I started shaking from nerves as I heard that evil chuckle again, "Oh dear… I guess you're not the same as your brother then… Can't you deduce why?"

I sighed, knowing fine well, "Sherlock. You're using me as bait to lead him to you."

"Correct."

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"Sherlock? Your phone buzzed."

"Hmm, can you read it for me."

Instead, John just threw it on my lap, "Read your own texts." I picked my my phone and my eyes widened, "John, come with me now," I spoke hastily, standing up and grabbing my coat, seeing that John hadn't moved, "Come on."

"Are you going to tell me?"

I rolled my eyes, "It's Lestrade, (Y/n) has been taken somewhere."

"W-what? How does Lestrade know?"

"This," I replied showing him my phone, on it was a picture of a note, that Lestrade had sent along with the text, the note explaining that (Y/n) had been kidnapped as well as a code to her location.

-----------------YOUR POV

"(Y/n)! We found you!"

I looked up to see Sherlock, with John and Mycroft both behind him. I smiled thankful they'd found me but then remembered, "You three need to get out of here. Moriarty is-"

"-Right here with you all. Now back up from her."

My heart started pounding again as Sherlock backed off, John and Mycroft doing the same, as Moriarty walked closer to me allowing me to stand up, "Now, Sherlock, I see you fell for it, now this is going to be your downfall. At the hands of your own sister."

"What are you talking about?"

Moriarty turned back to me, placing a gun in my hands and smiling evilly, as I then felt metal on the back of my neck, "This. You shoot one of them, and I'll let the other three of you go free," as he spoke I started to formulate ideas in my head of how to get out of this one of which being…, "If you shoot yourself, I'll let all three of them go, and if you choose not to shoot anyone, then I'll shoot you."

Again, I thought of something, but Moriarty had already realised I thought of it, "And, if you shoot me, you'll all be shot too."

I gulped and thought for a moment, before I heard three voices;

"(Y/n), shoot me, they're your brothers," John.

"(Y/n), shooting Mycroft is the better idea, then you will be able to live yourself," Sherlock.

"Don't be ridiculous (Y/n). You should do us all a favour and shoot our little brother." Mycroft.

My heart started pumping faster, and I spoke, "So… just weighing my options here," I paused and pointed the gun towards Mycroft, "There's the older brother who pretended I was invisible for 5 years, but if it weren't for him I wouldn't have my dream job of working in Scotland Yard," I then pointed it towards John, "The love of my life and the best friend I have ever had," and finally at Sherlock, "And the younger brother, who makes the whole of Scotland Yard look like idiots whenever he solves a case, as well as being an arrogant psycopath."

"I think you'll find it's 'Highly Functioning Sociopath'," Sherlock spoke out to which I rolled my eyes, blinking back the tears as well, "Now is not the time for this, Sherlock, I don't care right now what you want to call yourself."

I took a deep breath, "I have made my decision, but before I do this, please, let John and Mycroft go. I don't want to them to see this." My heart was pounding heavily and for once, Sherlock showed emotion, fear and surprise were in his eyes.

"Very well," Moriarty spoke, and I felt the metal leave my neck. While he was opening the door, letting John and Mycroft leave, I turned my attention to Sherlock, "Sher, on the count of three, run."

"What?"

"Run. On 3."

"What about you?"

"I know what I'm doing, just trust me on this, please." He nodded as Moriarty walked back and I felt the gun on my neck again. I took a deep breath.

"I'm waiting."

As my heart was pounding, I pointed the gun in my hands at Sherlock, mouthing out to him, "3, 2, 1."

"RUN!" As he ran I felt a gunshot, however, I felt neither a bullet hit me nor any pain. I smirked at Moriarty's confused face, as I punched him, running out after Sherlock, making sure to bring the gun that had been in my hands with me.

----------SHERLOCK'S POV

Once I'd ran out, I found John and Mycroft, but before anything could be said, a gunshot was heard, causing the three of us to grow silent.

"She didn't… did she?"

"Probably, knowing (Y/n). She told me to run, and not look back, so…"

"Oh well, I wouldn't be so sure. You might want to look behind you."

YOUR POV

I smirked as I walked up to the three of them, a smile on my face seeing their confused faces, "You boys okay?"

"How did you escape? We heard a gunshot."

I smirked and pecked John on the lips, "You should learn never to underestimate me. I realised the gun that I had to shoot one of you with didn't have any bullets in it at all, so while Moriarty was letting you two out, I switched the guns, so the one I had had bullets, and the one pressed against my neck didn't. That way when I told you to run I wouldn't be hurt when I was shot after letting all three of you survive. Oh and… you should probably know, Mycroft, but you're going to be an uncle soon."

"I guessed that, there's no way you could gain that much weight in that short of a period of time."

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I smiled as I now held Isabella in my arms. She looked just like me, something that I was thankful about.

"How are you feeling, (Y/n)?"

I looked up and smiled at John, "Much better now you're here. How are Sherlock and Mycroft holding up?"

"You don't want to know what's going on out there. Seriously, they're both at each other's throats about who is going to be a better uncle."

I giggled as John came and sat down, smiling, "Yeah… that sounds like my brothers, you want to hold your daughter?" John just looked at me in confusion, "but sh-"

"No biologically, but you're her father figure, John. Plus, she's going to grow up believing you are her father, so may as well let you know-" before I could finish, he'd kissed me, "Okay, I get the idea, but on that point. I-I have a question for you, (Y/n). Will you marry me?" he asked, kneeling down beside the hospital bed and pulling a small velvet box from his pocket, opening it to reveal a ring. I felt myself tearing up and tried to blink them back, "YES!" John let out a sigh of relief and perched on the side of the bed, leaning down and pecking me on the lips before placing the ring on my finger.

-----------------------END OF ONESHOT

And here we go. I admit this worked better in my head….

a selection of artist memes hand-picked and curated by me based on my own experiences

BECAUSE I LOVE YOU! - Grell x Reader

Also, because you're a reaper, you have bright green eyes, like all the others, okay? Okay. We can get going with the oneshot

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"Oh, Bassy!"

Not again. I sighed to myself. I'd been best friends with Grell and that fact had led me to develop a crush on him. However, it broke my heart every time he went after his 'Sweet Sweet Bassy'. Why do you have to be so oblivious? Every single time that we bumped into Sebastian and the young Lord Phantomhive, Grell would always get distracted from whatever it was that he was supposed to be doing, usually work, and constantly try to get Sebastian to kiss him, being denied every single time. This would result in me hopping off away and continuing what I was supposed to be doing; collecting souls.

Why hadn't Grell ever got in trouble for not doing his work? Because every time I sneaked off while he was distracted by Sebastian, I took his workbook (You know what I mean right? The little books that say all the souls that need to be collected?) and did his portion of work for him, therefore, he didn't get in trouble with William. I only did it because A, he was my friend and B, because I had a crush on him.

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I sighed to myself. I was in the middle of a busy night, Geez, lots of people due to die tonight, huh? I thought to myself, scoring of a name in my workbook. I had a couple of hours until the next one was due to die so, I decided to take a break. I leaned against a building and caught my breath, Being a grim reaper is hard work. I slowly let my mind drift to Grell, for once, we hadn't been sent out together, we'd been sent out on our separate ways, and I soon felt tears pricking my eyes.

"(Y/n)? Is that you?"

I turned towards the voice to see Sebastian and Lord Phantomhive, "Yes, wh-wait, why are you out here in the middle of the night?! You should be asleep!"

"I could say the same for you, (Y/n)."

"I'm working. So, answer my question."

"Working on a case, that's all."

"Miss (Y/n), if you don't mind my asking, why are you crying?" Sebastian asked, making me freeze up and quickly wipe my tears from my bright green eyes, "None of your business. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have work to do and you have a case to solve, goodbye," I replied before hopping off, not hearing the Earl's command for Sebastian to follow me. Hence, when I felt a hand on my should and that demonic chuckle, I was both confuse and shocked.

"Miss (Y/n), I'm afraid the Young Master has given me orders not to let you go until you explain what's wrong to the two of us. Come on." I eventually gave up struggling as he dragged me back to where Ciel was waiting for him.

"Well done, Sebastian. Now, (Y/n) tell us what's wrong."

"No, you may be Sebastian's master but you're not mine. Therefore you can't tell me what to do."

"(Y/n), we're trying to help. What's up?"

"Fine. Although, I don't know how much help you'll be. So, I'll put this in a theoretical situation. So, say I had this friend, who's always flirting with someone else and yet I have a crush on said friend. What would I do?"

I noticed Sebastian chuckling while the Earl was smirking, but it was the butler that spoke up first, "You're talking about Grell aren't you, (Y/n)?"

"Why would I be? Also, what gave you that idea?!" I replied, my face heating up in redness from embarrassment.

"You know, (Y/n). There is a way that we can help with your problem."

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The next day, which should really have been my day off, was spent babysitting Grell, again. This is why I hate you, William. Why do I have to babysit him?! If we bump in Lord Phantomhive today, then Grell'll go crazy in love over him again, making me feel even worse. I growled to myself, following Grell around when suddenly, he grabbed my hand and dragged me off somewhere, "Oh Bassy!" Of course. I felt tears brimming my eyes but I wiped them away quickly, not wanting Grell to see.

He'd soon caught up to the Earl and his butler, immediately letting go of my hand and hugging Sebastian, "Oh Bassy! Please, just one little kiss?!"

"Grell, please. Get off of me!"

I sighed again to myself, You know what. I don't care if William gives me overtime for not looking after Grell. I can't stand this anymore. I picked my death scythe back up before hopping up onto the rooftops and running off.

CIEL'S POV (For like 2 minutes)

The minute that I saw (Y/n) running off, I knew it was time to put our plan into action.

"Sebastian. Carry out the plan."

"Yes, My Lord," he replied, dragging Grell off, much to the red-headed reaper's satisfaction, "Oh, Bassy! Do I get what I wanted now?"

GRELL'S POV (Also for like 2 minutes)

"Bassy, where are you taking me?"

"Somewhere. We need to talk Grell."

"Ooh, I like where this is going, Bassy!"

He soon let go of me, unfortunately, "Bassy! So, what are we going to do now?"

"We're going to talk, Grell. (Y/n) has feelings for you. She loves you and seeing you going after me is hurting her on the inside. Have you not ever wondered why your work ever gets done without you actually doing it? It's because whenever you get distracted by me, she takes your workbook from your pocket and dows your work as well as yours."

"Bassy, explain it to me!"

"(Y/n) loves you, you oblivious fool."

My eyes widened, "She does?!" Bassy nodded, "Yes."

"Do you know where she went?"

"Unfortunately, no, she ran off when she saw you going after me, again. Finding her and getting her to forgive you is your problem, Goodday, Grell," he replied before walking off. It was then that I felt something inside of me, "(Y/n)! I'm coming going to play a little game of hide and seek!"

YOUR POV

I ended up running all the way back to the Grim Reaper Headquatres (If this isn't what it's called, please tell me.) and entered, running up to my office and closing the door behind me before flopping down in my chair, crying. Why? Why can't he just see?! Why can't he see I love him!?

I was knocked from my thoughts by the door to my office being burst open, "Oh, (Y/n)!"

"What do you want, Grell? Also haven't you heard of a thing called knocking?!"

"(Y/n)! I love you!" he shouted, running up to my desk and lifting me from my chair, hugging me and spinning me around in the air.

"Grell! Put me down!"

He did so and I grumbled at him, "What?"

"I said, I love you, (Y/n)!"

"You think I'm going to believe you? After all this time of you going after Sebastian, I-I don't know whether I should forgive you," I spoke, turning away from him and going to sit back in my chair.

"But, (Y/n)! I'm telling the truth!"

"Really? Then why didn't you tell me earlier!?" I shouted, standing back up and slamming my hands down on my desk, tears coming to my eyes, "All this time, I've been pining for you, only for you to keep ignoring me and going after Sebastian!"

"(Y/n), I didn't know you felt that way! I'm sorry! Please forgive me!"

I wiped the tears that had fallen and smirked, "Prove it."

"What?!"

"Prove to me that you love me! Why are you so oblivious?!"

The minute I'd said that Grell had wrapped his arms around me and was leaning in to kiss me, "With pleasure!" before he did. I didn't kiss him back at first, but once I thought that he'd proved it enough, I did, wrapping my arms around his neck. We eventually broke off and when we did, I spoke up, "I love you, Grell."

"I love you too, (Y/n)."

WolfStar Raise Harry - Chapter 1

Chapter 1

“Are you sure about this?”

“It’s better he grows up knowing about magic than with those muggles, Albus. Plus Sirius Black is Harry Potter’s Godfather. I know they’ll take good care of him.”

“Very well.”

At that statement, the small boy in the basket was placed on the doorstep, before the two professors left, making sure to leave the written note on top so the new carers of Harry knew what had happened. Inside 12 Grimauld Place, the two men inhabiting the house were curled up on the sofa, wrapped up in a blanket due to the abnormal cold for October. That was when they both heard the doorbell ring.

“I’ll get it, Moony. You stay here,” Sirius spoke, pecking the werewolf on the forehead before standing up and walking to the door. Upon opening it, he was surprised to see no one except for the small basket on the doorstep, the letter still on top. Sirius picked up the basket with Harry inside and re-entered the house, closing the door quickly to avoid letting more cold in than he had to, before returning to the living room, “Moony, I don’t like this. Look.”

“What are you talking about?” Remus responded, sitting up better, “Also I thought we stopped with the school nicknames?”

“Nope! You’re still my Moony and will be forever but that’s changing the subject, look,” Sirius responded, “I think something’s happened to Prongs…” he spoke, taking the letter and handing it to Remus, “You read it, I want to play with this little one.”

Remus chuckled and took the letter from his boyfriend, opening it up as Sirius took the small boy from the basket and held him gently. As he read through the letter, tears started to come to Remus’ eyes, surprising Sirius as Remus wasn’t one to normally cry, unless it was a certain ‘time of the month’.

“Moony? Moony what is it?!” he shouted, placing the 1-year-old Harry down on the sofa and ripping the paper from Remus’ hands, “Dear… It… that…James and Lily… killed… Harry survived… after him… Yours…”. Wow…” he muttered as he read through the letter, tears also coming to his eyes at the realisation that his best friend was dead. At this moment, Harry started crying, breaking the two men from their crying. Remus realised first and turned to him, picking him up and rubbing his back, trying to calm him down, “Shh… Calm.”

“How are we supposed to raise a child? We have no e-Moony, how’d you do that?” Sirius spoke, noticing that the room was now quiet, Harry had fallen asleep on Remus’s shoulder, him looking up at Sirius with a deadpanned look on his scarred face, “Really? You and James acted like children in school if you don’t remember and I felt like I was babysitting both of you.”

Sirius’ mouth made an ‘O’ shape, as he realised what Remus meant, he was a drama queen in school and still was at times, not that he’d ever admit that out loud, “Right, well, Moony. You still fell for my charm though.”

“Somehow. Now, I’m going to go and lay Harry down upstairs in our room for a bit, until he wakes up. We need to get him a proper bedroom though.”

“You’re right Moony. Good idea. How? And we need baby food… where do we get that?”

Remus chuckled at his boyfriend’s obliviousness and pecked his cheek before walking off upstairs, “We can discuss that later, I’ll be back down in a few minutes,” and with that, Remus disappeared upstairs towards their bedroom, which was Sirius’ room, but they shared it, where he placed Harry down on the bed, making sure there was pillows and cushions surrounding him so that he wouldn’t fall off the bed if he rolled around, before walking back downstairs, starting to discuss what would happen with Sirius.

Sirius Oneshot - Sometimes the Truth isn't as it Seems

Requested?: No

Prompt: None

Type of oneshot: Fluff????? Idk if this would be classed as fluff, it’s more ‘gen with a bit of romance at the beginning and end’

Timing: Marauders’ Era/Golden Trio Era (Specifically Deathly Hallows time) (You’re in 6th year, the Marauders’ are in 7th)

Reader's Relations: James' sister

Reader’s House: Gryffindor, but it can also be read as the reader just hanging out in the Gryffindor common room a lot)

Warnings: Mentions of death, spoilers for Deathly Hallows (Do I need to add that bit? - also spoilers in ‘Other Notes’)

Other notes: In this, you're also an animagus, specifically a cat (This took me ages to decide what animal to pick (I went from bird to cat, to fox, to bird and back to cat…)) This is also written as if Sirius, Remus and Tonks didn’t die (Because I hate angst, and I don’t like having the latter two dead…), also written referencing the Yule Ball during the Marauders’ time at Hogwarts

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“Well, this a new development. If I had to bet on which of the three of you didn’t know how to dance, I definitely would not have been on you, Sirius.”

“Please?”

I rolled my eyes at him giving me the puppy dog eyes and stood up, “Fine. I’ll teach you how to waltz. Don’t want you embarrassing yourself in front of whichever girl you decide to take to the Yule Ball.” I took off the hoodie I had been wearing and pulled Sirius up so were standing in the middle of the common room.

“Here? Now?”

I nodded, “Yes, it’s only us plus James and Remus here. No one else. Plus the more practice you get in, the better. Now, place your right hand on my waist, so that your hand is on my back.” Sirius’s eyes widened and I noticed his face had turned a bit pink, “Sirius, you have to do this. If you don’t put your hand on my waist, I can’t teach you how to waltz!” I spoke, trying to stay calm, taking his hand in mine and placing it on my waist myself, placing my left hand on his shoulder, “Now, we take each other’s other hands,” I continued, taking his left hand in my right. I continued to show him, teaching him the step of the basic waltz, counting, “1, 2, 3,” out loud to keep him in time. After a few minutes, he’d picked it up and I didn’t need to count any more, we were just in our own world. Then, we made complete eye contact and I felt his grip on my waist tighten and he stopped moving, pulling me into him as he kissed me. I was shocked to the point where I zoned out and by the time I’d come back to my sense, he’d broken off and was nowhere to be seen.

“He ran through the portrait hole, (Y/n). Go after him, he’s been crush on you since 4th year!”

“And you’re okay with that?” I asked, turning my attention to James, who nodded, “Yup! I can’t control who my best friend falls in love with, whether it’s my younger sister or not.” I smiled and ran out of the common room, narrowly avoiding running into Lily as I ran down the staircase, having just caught a glimpse of Sirius. Eventually, I caught up with him when he was sitting by the Black Lake, his head between his knees and chest. As I got closer I heard sobs coming from him and I felt my heart break. I took a deep breath and walked over, sitting down next to him, “Sirius. Can we talk?”

He looked up and wiped his eyes to make it seem like he wasn’t crying, “L-listen, I’m so sorry! I just got caught up in the moment and Prongs said you liked me back! I should have known this was one of his pranks.”

I let out a tiny giggle which he noticed, “And now your laughing at me, great. I ruined my chance,” he continued, putting his head back down, avoiding eye contact with me. I just placed a hand on his cheek, bringing his face so I could look him in the eye. Before he could protest, I kissed him, “I was just surprised you kissed me. It wasn’t because I didn’t feel the same, Sirius. I’ve had a crush on you since I was in 4th year. I froze up because I wasn’t expecting it. I didn’t mean to make you feel like I didn’t return your feelings.”

“Would you be my girlfriend, (Y/n)?”

I nodded, “Of course. I wouldn’t have run out here after you or kiss you if I didn’t feel romantic attraction to you, Sirius. I’d love to be your girlfriend.”

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“Harry, they’re here.”

I walked over to where Hermione was standing, well crouching over a gravestone. When I got to her, she’d brushed the snow away. My parents’ gravestone. As I was re-reading the words slowly, Hermione crouched down in front of a neighbouring gravestone. I heard her gasp as, I presumed she read it, “Harry look.” I tore my attention away from the gravestone of my parents to look at the one Hermione was looking at. 

‘(Y/n) Potter, born (Birth Date), 1961, died ?? 1981, body not discovered’

“Harry, this means you had other family.”

“But she’s dead! Nothing we can do about that!” I replied, frustrated, “Plus how do we know she’s my family?”

“You’re not thinking properly, Same surname as your dad, and it’s highly unlikely... I’m not even going to go there, but from this, I have a feeling she’s your aunt, your dad’s sister, plus ‘body not discovered’. That means she could have got away. I’ve been reading about the night your parents were killed, and from what Sirius told us, it’s a good chance that she was there that night. The newspapers I’ve acquired from a few days after this, she was pronounced dead because she’d gone missing the night your parents were killed. There’s a possibi-”

“Hermione, shh.”

“Don’t shush me! I’m trying to-”

“Shh, I’m being serious, there’s something in that bush,” I replied, whispering. The next thing we knew, a black cat had run out of the bushes and sat down in front of (Y/n)’s gravestone, looking at the writing.

“Are you lost?”

The cat turned to us and shook its head as if it could understand what I’d said.

“Don’t be ridiculous, Harry. Was she your owner?” Hermione asked, her question directed to the cat. Again, it shook its head.

“Now who’s being ridiculous?”

Before Hermione could answer the cat had stood up and walked up to me, brushing against my leg. Hermione gestured to me to bend down, which I did and the cat nuzzled into my hand.

“It seems like this cat knows you, Harry.”

“You don’t say, but how?”

“Maybe it belonged to your parents? Cats have good memories, perhaps it thinks you’re James?” I felt myself stiffen slightly and turned to the cat, “I’m not your owner, little one.”

The cat just rolled its eyes, something I didn’t know cats could do, and gently bit my sleeve, pulling me along, “You want us to follow you?” The cat let go and nodded, walking off back into the bushes from which it had emerged and we followed, slowly as to make sure we didn’t get scratched much. Once we followed the cat into a clearing it turned to us, and a few seconds later, a woman, who looked to be in her late 30s was in front of us.

YOUR POV

“Finally, this feels good.”

“Who are you?”

I chuckled, “You look so much like your father, Harry. So so much. I’m sorry if I startled you, but I’m your aunt. Miss Granger, you’re correct, by the way. Before that night, Harry, I lived with your parents, being the one to go out and get food and stuff when it was needed. When You-Know-Who, came that night, your mother told me to take you and run, wanting to know you would be okay. I’m sorry you had to go to the Dursleys, but at that time I wasn’t able to look after you myself.”

Instead of lashing out at me, like I’d expected Harry to do, he just hugged me, “At least I have someone.”

“Harry, when this war is over, would you like to come and live with me? If you don’t want to, it’s okay, I’m just putting it out there.”

I heard him gasp slightly, “The thing is, Sirius already asked me to come and live with him, if I wanted to, and I accepted.”

“Oh, well, then I know he’ll take good care of you,” I replied, smiling.

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Without giving it a second thought, I transformed into my cat form and ran out from the Hogwarts side of the battlefield, running towards Voldemort, only for him to kick me out of the way. I land on some rubble and felt a sharp pain in my back, before falling unconscious.

HARRY’S POV

Once it was over, and Voldemort had been defeated, I ran over to where he’d previously kicked (Y/n), and leaned over, checking to see if she was still breathing. There was breath but it was very faint. I picked her up gently, as she was still in her cat form, and ran into the Great Hall, where all the injured participants had been brought (I did research on this, if a witch or wizard is killed in their animagus form, they return to their human form, however, it was not mentioned anywhere about severe, but non-fatal injuries, so this is like my headcanon, that if they are injured, then they’ll remain in their animagus form until completely recovered then are able to transform back into their human form.)

“Potter? Why have you got a cat?”

“Madame Pomfrey, you have to help, please. It’s my aunt, not just a cat.”

“Are you sure?”

I nodded, “Please you have to help. Is there any way to get her back in her human form?”

“If this cat is truly an animagus then we’ll have to wait until she’s fully healed, then she’ll be able to transform back.”

YOUR POV

I awoke, lying on some form of mat on the floor of the Great Hall. When I looked down I saw I was still in my cat form, and surprisingly, I felt completely better. I transformed back into my human form and stood up, thankful to stretch my legs. I then noticed two voices I recognised, albeit slightly deeper than I remembered, “There’s nothing you can do, Remus.”

“Be quiet, Sirius, you’re not helping!”

I giggled to myself and walked up to the two of them, tapping Sirius on the shoulder, causing him to turn to look at me, “(Y/n)? (Y/n) it’s really you! Moony, look who it-”

“Don’t joke around, Sirius.”

I let out another giggle, “You should really listen to Sirius sometimes, Rem. Sometimes, he is serious.” Remus looked up from whoever’s body he’d been looking at and turned to me. His eyes widened and he came up and hugged me, “You’re alive. How?”

Before I was able to answer, there were other voices, “Is that really her?”, “It can’t be, (Y/n) Potter was killed the same night her brother and sister-in-law were.” “But she’s right there!”

I bit my lip not being used to all the attention and soon heard a voice I hadn’t heard in a very long time, “(Y/n) Potter?”

I turned around to see Professor McGonagall standing there, a questionable look on her face, “Oh, hello Professor McGonagall, long time no see, huh?”

“As you are an unregistered animagus, you should be reported to the Ministry immediately.”

“I-I know the laws about animagi, Professor. I apologise,” I responded, looking down at my feet, trying not to let the tears fall, knowing I would be sent to Azkaban for several years.

She just sighed, “However,” she started, and my head shot up as she continued, “I understand the circumstances of why, so, if you wish to register yourself, I will come with you.” My eyes widened and I smiled, “T-thank you, Professor, but won’t the Ministry ask why I didn’t come earlier?”

“In that case, you’ll just have to say it was recent. I suggest you leave it a month and then go, then you can say that you became one after the war.”

I smiled and nodded again, “Thank you again, professor, for not reporting me.” Professor McGonagall just placed a hand on my shoulder, “I understand why you became an animagus, and I know why you didn’t immediately go to the ministry, so I’m just helping you out. As your former house mistress, it’s the least I can do,” she spoke, before walking off. I then felt arms wrap around my waist, “So, what do we do now Miss Rule Breaker?” I rolled my eyes, knowing exactly who it was, and turned around, placing my hands on Sirius’ shoulders, “I had a right mind to tell her you were an animagus too, Sirius. You know that.”

“I know, but you didn’t, which proves something to me... You still love me,” he spoke, a smirk on his face. In response, I just wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him.

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“You’ll be fine. Just deep breaths. Nothing will go wrong, trust me, I’ve planned everything, and gone through it five times.”

I let out a deep breath as Hermione finished off my hair, continuing my train of ‘what could go wrong?’s, “Most people only get this day once in their lives, Hermione. It’s nerve-wracking! What if I trip over? Or mess up? Or do anything else that’s wrong?”

Hermione sighed in response and took out her wand, pointing it towards the bottom of my long white dress. She muttered a spell and it shrunk to be in line with my knees, the trail still intact though, “There. Now you’re not going to trip over your dress.”

I smiled at her, “I’m glad my nephew has a friend like you, Hermione. You’ve been so much of a help.”

She smiled and put her wand back inside the sleeve of her dress, a lilac-ish coloured knee-high, with small otter imprints on the hem, my dress having a cat and dog motif scattered around it to represent both mine and Sirius’ animagi forms.

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“What did you decide to name him?”

I looked up to see Harry as well as Remus and Tonks, as she still insisted to be called, who was holding a now, 5-month-old Teddy in her arms. I smiled and turned to Sirius, who was too pre-occupied with the baby in his arms to notice anyone else in the room. I just giggled seeing him fawning over the child and turned my attention back to the others, “Well, we decided to call him Orion, with James as a middle name, isn’t that right, Sirius?” I finished, turning towards him, eventually having to poke him, “Huh? Oh yeah. I still think we should have called him ‘Mini Padfoot’.”

“And I already said that can be his nickname, well his nickname from you, he’ll be my little Oreo.”

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“Aunty (Y/n)!” I soon lost my balance a bit when two small but strong arms wrapped around my shins. I smiled and bent down, “Hello to you too, Teddy. Are you ready for your monthly sleepover?” Teddy nodded vigorously and ran off in his now 5-year-old glory upstairs, to, I guessed, get his bag. (ik the reader wouldn’t be Teddy’s aunt, it’s just an affectionate nickname)

“(Y/n), thank you so much for this. Sorry, it’s so last minute, Tonks’ parents weren’t able to take him this time.”

“It’s fine. Teddy’s a delight to have, plus, I think he’s going to have more fun this time,” I replied just as Teddy reappeared at the top of the stairs. He made his way down slowly, having his small rucksack on his back, as he grabbed ahold of the bannister, supporting himself so he didn’t fall. He walked over to me, “Ready!” He motioned to his bag and I giggled as Tonks emerged, a slightly larger bag in her hands than the one that was on Teddy’s back. As she handed it to me she spoke, “That’s got his clothes in it, and the stuff he actually needs. The rucksack of filled with things he wanted to bring himself.”

“Got it. Ready to go?” I asked, looking down at Teddy. He nodded and gave his parents a hug before walking back to me and taking my hand. I smiled and bid my farewells to Remus and Tonks before we walked out the door and down a few paths to where I knew it would be safe to apparate.

“There’s a surprise waiting for you when we get back, Teddy.”

“Really? What is it?”

I giggled, “It wouldn’t be a surprise if I told you, now would it?” I replied, ruffling his hair a bit, “Right, up you come, and make sure you’re holding on tightly.” I bent down and picked him up in my non-wand hand, before quickly disapparating, appearing on the front doorstep of mine and Sirius’ house. I opened the front door after putting Teddy down and we walked in.

“No, you do it like this. See, watch this,” I heard Sirius’ voice speak, followed by a bunch of babbling. Teddy looked up at me in confusion, “Has Uncle Sirius gone crazy?” I giggled, “Follow the voice and you’ll find your surprise, Teddy.” He nodded and walked into the living room, where I’d heard Sirius’ voice come from, and I followed him, seeing Sirius sitting on the floor with his legs crossed and looking down at Orion, who was messing around with a small toy.

“Siri, look who’s come to play,” I spoke, disturbing the scene. Sirius looked up and saw Teddy before smiling, “Little Dude, how you doing?”

Teddy just looked back at me and I giggled at his confusion.

“Mama!” My gaze immediately went to Orion and my smile increased as I walked over, picking him up, “Hello, my little Oreo! I’ve brought you a new playmate.”

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3062 words ending it here before it gets any longer… I will be sleeping now

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Requested?: No

Prompt: None

Reader's Relations: Sherlock's girlfriend of a few years

Warnings: None?

Other Notes: I know it's only August, but I thought of this and wanted to write it so… also, this is set a few years after the events of s4…. Mainly for a certain thing that I wanna do with this oneshot. Also, you work at Scotland Yard for this, and I know you did for the last oneshot I wrote, but it's for a bit at the end.

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I smiled as I looked up at Sherlock, getting a glare in return which caused me to giggle, "Come on Sherly, it's Christmas, if you back out of seeing your parents today I'll never forgive you."

"Fine," he replied, knocking on the door as the smile returned to my face and I leaned up, pecking Sherlock's cheek, just as the door was opened, "Oh Sherlock! It's lovely to see you again! And (Y/n)! It's great to see you too! And this must be Amelia, you've grown since the last time I've seen you."

Amelia, our five-year-old daughter, stuck her head out from behind my leg and waved, causing me to giggle and bend down, picking her up, which then prompted her to hide her face in my neck. I looked back to Sherlock's mother and responded, "It's great to see you too, Merry Christmas."

"Merry Christmas to you too, Dear. Now why don't you come on in?" she replied, stepping out of the way and allowing us to come in, closing the door behind us.

"Can I be of any help?"

"Oh nonsense, Dear. You're the guest, it's not right to ask for help from you."

"I'm the one offering. Plus, I have a feeling I know what's going to go down in there," I responded, pointing to the living room where I could already hear Sherlock and Mycroft at each other's throats.

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"(Y/n), please, don't be greedy."

I rolled my eyes, "Shut up, Sherly. You can't tell me what to do!"

"It's alright, Dear. There's plenty of food for everyone, have as much as you want."

I smirked and turned back to Sherlock, placing another sprout on my plate, adding to the pile of what was already 5, "See! Even your own mother agrees with me!"

Sherlock just shook his head and muttered, "Remind me why I decided to ask you out again?"

I elbowed him, "Because deep down in that lump of ice called a 'heart' you love me Sherly, and I love you too," I replied, pecking his cheek.

"Eww!"

I giggled and turned to Amelia who was sitting across from me, between her uncle and grandfather, "Something wrong, Honey?"

"I don't want to watch this!"

I let out a small laugh, "You'll find love yourself one day, Amelia, and then you'll have your children doing the same."

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Soon it was time for everyone to open presents and everyone was happy with theirs, but there was one more left. I took a deep breath and held out the box to Sherlock, "Last one. This is from me."

He smiled and took the box, starting to unwrap it at a slow pace, which made me get impatient and more nervous than I already was, but soon, he'd got the paper off and opened the box. I giggled as his face turned to confusion, an emotion not usually found in the great Sherlock Holmes, "(Y/n) why have you given me tiny little knitted boots? And a photo?"

"Not just any photo, Sherly."

He looked closer at it and I could see the cogs turning in his head before seeing the lightbulb, "Amelia's getting a little sibling isn't she?" I smiled and nodded, "Yup… You're right." I then remembered something. Smirking, I held my hand out to Mycroft, who begrudgingly placed a £10 note in my hand. I retracted my hand and placed the note in my coat pocket, before noticing Sherlock's still confused face, "What?"

I giggled, "Bet whether you'd work it out or whether I would have to tell you."

"And how did Mycroft know before you told me?! I'm your husband!" I bit my lip, "He caught me knitting the-did you just say 'husband'?"

Sherlock's eyes widened and I heard chuckling from my other side, "You've got to ask her now."

Sherlock took a deep breath, and fiddled around in his coat pockets for a while, before pulling something out, "(Y/n), I know I'm not the best with feelings and everything, calling them unnecessary and pointless at times (There's an easter egg for those Ace Attorney fans out there that might read this), but since I met you, that changed, you melted the wall that was around my heart and I love you, but I guess what I'm trying to ask is, will you marry me?" he spoke, opening the small box, revealing a ring as he got down on one knee in front of me. I gasped in surprise and nodded as tears came down my cheeks.

------------------A few weeks later

"Detective (L/n). Have a good Christmas?"

I nodded, "Yup! You know something, Greg, probably the best Christmas of my life! Also, you're not gonna be calling me that for much longer."

"What do you mean?" the Detective Inspector replied, causing me to snigger as I lifted my left hand up to his face, "I'm engaged!" A smile appeared on his face as he hugged me, "Good on you, (Y/n)."

"Are you ever going to tell me who the lucky guy is that stole your heart?"

I smirked, debating it, "Maybe. Or I might just make you wait till the wedding date for you to see…"

"Are you ready to go, (Y/n)?" I looked to the doorway to see Sherlock standing there, with a smile plastered on his face. I nodded and stood up from my desk, walking up to him. I kissed his lips and smiled, "Let's go!"

"SHERLOCK HOLMES!? (Y/n)! You have some explaining to do!" I heard Greg shouting after me as I walked out of the Scotland Yard building, arm in arm with Sherlock.