Lucifer/Alastor Oneshot - A Tale Of Two Dads

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James Oneshot - Seven Minutes with Black

Requested?: No

Prompt: None

Type of oneshot: Fluff

Timing: Marauders’ Era (7th Year)

Reader's Relations: Sirius’s Sister

Reader’s House: Slytherin

Warnings: None

Other notes: Written as if the Marauders knew of the Room of Requirement

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“I’m not coming,” I spoke in my normal monotone voice, turning my attention back to Lily, who was helping me with my Potions essay.

“Come on it’ll be fun, (Y/n)!” Sirius persisted.

“None of your friends, or any of your house for that matter, like me, so what’s the point coming to a party full of Gryffindors?”

“It’s not just Gryffindors, we got a few Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaws to come! Please?” Sirius looked at me with puppy dog eyes and I rolled my eyes, “Fine.”

“Yes!” He squealed, hugging me, “You are the best!”

“Yo! Evans, go out with me?” I heard James’ voice say as he walked up to the table we were sitting at in the library.

“NO means NO, Potter. Get it in your head,” Lily responded. I just let out a sigh as I’d had a crush on James for a while, at least since 4th Year, and it upset me knowing he didn’t like me back.

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When I arrived at the Room of Requirement, or where it would be, I thought to myself what Sirius had told me, “I need a place to play Seven Minutes in Heaven with some fellow students.” The door soon appeared and I entered, soon seeing some eyes on me, “Who invited the Slytherin?”

I turned to leave again when I felt an arm wrap around me, “Oi! She’s my sister, and she’s actually a good Slytherin! Not all Slytherins are mean!” Sirius shouted, causing me to smile, “You’re the last one here, (Y/n). Put something in here.”

He held out a small bag to me, but I guessed it must have been enchanted to hold all the objects. I decided to pull off my tie, not knowing what else to put in, and smiled as Sirius ran off, smiling back at me, “Great! Now, who wants to go first? Moony, how about you?” I let out a small giggle and sat down on one of the sofas in the room next to one of my friends. I saw Remus rolling his eyes as Sirius held the bag out to him and he stuck his hand in, pulling out a round pair of purple glasses. I then saw Jen’s face light up red and I realised she didn’t have her glasses on. Remus stood up and walked over to her, placing her glasses back on her face, making her face light up even more.

“Alright, save it for the closet!” Sirius shouted, grabbing their hands and pulling them into the closet. I smirked and turned to Bella who was one of my friends, “5 Galleons they come out with their hair messed up.”

“You’re on.”

Seven minutes later, they emerged, Jen’s hair out of its usual part parting, with Remus’ hair being messed up, like they’d both been dragged through a hedge backwards, and Jen’s glasses starting to fall off her face. Jen walked back over to me, fixing her hair in the process, and Bella placed the Galleons in my hand, causing me to smirk, “Have fun in there?”

“Oh shut up, or I’ll just go and tell your crush you like him.”

“You wouldn’t dare…”

“I would.”

Before I could retaliate, Sirius appeared in front of me, “(Y/n), you go next.”

I rolled my eyes and stuck my hand in the bag, feeling around for a while before I felt a spherical object. I pulled it out to reveal a snitch, and my face went bright red. Sirius took it from me, handing the bag to Bella, before he walked over to James, whispering something in his ear.  James nodded his hands up in the air and stood up, walking over to me and pulling me towards the closet. When we were inside, I sat down, my back up against the wall, trying not to cry.

“(Y/n), can I ask you something?”

I looked up at him, blinking back my tears, knowing he was going to ask me to try to persuade Lily to go on a date with him, “S-sure.”

“Do you like me?”

At that, my eyes widened, “W-what? What makes you think that?”

“It’s just that before we came in here, Pads told me ‘not to break your heart’, so I just thought I’d ask, cause that made me think that you liked me. Romantically I mean.”

“Oh… Even if I did, I wouldn’t tell you. I know how you and your friends are about Slytherins, plus I know there’s no chance of the hypothetical feelings being reciprocated. You’ve been trying to get Lily to go out with you since 3rd Year.”

“What would you say if I told you I’ve only been trying to get Lily because I thought you wouldn’t like me back?” at this, my eyes widened more and my head shot up to look him in the face, “W-what?!”

“It’s the truth. If you don’t believe me, maybe this will convince you?” he paused and took my cheek in his hand as he was now sitting next to me and turned my face towards him before he kissed me. I blinked a few times before wrapping my arms around his neck, kissing him back.

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“TIMES U-PRONGS THAT’S MY SISTER!”

We immediately broke off to see Sirius standing in the doorway, his face slightly red either from anger or the embarrassment of seeing his sister and best friend making out.

“You never said I couldn’t date her. All you said was not to break her heart, Pads,” James replied, wrapping an arm around my waist, allowing me to lean my head on his shoulder. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed Lily placing money into Jen’s hand and I could tell they made a bet. Rolling my eyes at them, I pulled James over and sat down next to Lily, James on my other side, who spoke up, “So is that why you kept rejecting me, Evans?”

Lily nodded, “Mixture of two things actually. One, I don’t actually like you romantically, and two, I knew (Y/n) did, so I wanted the two of you to confess.”

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I do not know how to add to this, so it’s being left here…

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Oral Fixation // Feet

Honeymoon // Shibari

Aphrodisiac // Breeding

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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.

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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.

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

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Cress oneshot (NEEDS A NAME)

Requested?: No

Prompt: 1. "Delete that! I look terrible!" "I think you look beautiful.", 2. "Did you just kiss me?" (both taken from Pinterest)

Type of oneshot: Fluff

Reader's Relations: Friends with the triplets

AU?: Yes, High School

Reader's Home Region: Not applicable

Warnings: None

Other notes: None

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"I can't help it! Why did this have to happen to me?!"

I giggled and patted the redhead on the shoulder, "I feel ya, Chili, you have no idea how many girls I have had crushes on in the past and then they've turned out to be straight."

Chili just lifted his head up from the table it had been banged on a few minutes prior and gave me a blank stare and I immediately regretted it, "Sorry, that was probably the wrong thing to say…I just realised I gotta go do something!" I grabbed the remainder of my packed lunch and stood up, running off, leaving the triplets to have their own conversation.

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"Hey (Y/n)! Guess what!!" I turned around from talking to one of my friends to see Chili dragging Clyde, the guy he'd had a massive crush on for ages, behind him, a massive smile on the former's face.

"Oh, hey Chili, what's up?"

"I finally told him!"

I smiled widely, "That's great, Chili! I'm so happy for you!"

"Thanks, (Y/n)! I knew you'd be supportive! Now we gotta get you and Cress together!"

My head shot up, "What?! H-how did you know?!"

Chili just smirked and made a little nod to my friend, "I have my sources." I froze and turned to (F/n), sending her smirking face a glare, causing her to run off. I rolled my eyes and turned back to Chili, "Don't listen to what (F/n) says. She's al-"

"Chillax, (Y/n)! Cress likes you back!"

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"Group photo!" Chili exclaimed squishing the 6 of us in a hug, his phone in his hand, causing us all to look surprised as Chili snapped the photo. Once he'd taken it, he showed it to us with a massive smile, "This one's going as my background!"

"Chilli, delete that! I look terrible!" I squeaked, reaching out.

"Aww, don't be a party pooper, (Y/n). It looks great."

"I think you look beautiful," I heard from behind me, making my face flare up red as I turned around to see Cress right in front of me, causing my face to go even redder, "R-really?"

He just chuckled, "Would this prove my point?" Before I could reply, he'd taken my cheek in his hand and kissed me, causing my brain to go blank. Once he broke off, I was left utterly stunned. Once I'd managed to comprehend the situation, I still didn't believe what had happened, "D-did you just kiss me?"

Cress' face turned slightly pink and he turned away from me, nodding. I smiled widely and grabbed the collar of his shirt, pulling him in and kissing him. Breaking off, I smiled, "That makes me so happy to hear, Cress. To be honest, you have no idea how long I've had a crush on you."

"Same here, (Y/n)."

I smiled widely and kissed him again.

"And that's my new phone wallpaper!" I whipped my head around to look at Chili, glaring at him, "Don't you dare. You can keep the other one, delete that picture right now or you'll be dead."

I then heard chuckling from beside me, "I congratulate you two. (Y/n), I trust you'll take care of Cress for us."

"Of course, I wouldn't dream of hurting him at all. You know that, Cilan!" I joked, nudging his elbow, "In all seriousness though, I love him and would never ever do anything that could hurt him in any way," I continued leaning my head on Cress' chest/shoulder (depending on your height).

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And, another one! Please let me know if you can think of a title for this please.

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

Fireman Sam Oneshot - Some Secrets Can Be Shared

Requested?: No

Prompt: None

Type of oneshot: Fluff

Reader’s Occupation: Firefighter

Reader's Relations: Sam’s girlfriend (but no one else knows)

Warnings: None?

Other notes: My brain is messed up. In this, you invent things, and they mostly work, a few of which come into play in this oneshot. Thanks to @oh-no-its-the-oc-x-canon-monster for helping me edit this, and please don't judge, I've been falling into the rabbit holes of tv shows I used to watch as a kid. I've written more, cause brain is odd, and but they are just waiting on being edited before they get published.

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“Who can tell me what we use Mercury for?” I asked the kids with a singsong voice.

The kids' hands shot up in excitement.

“Sarah?”

“For emergencies that you can’t get to with the other vehicles.”

I beamed, clapping my hands, “Correct! We also use Mercury for off-road emergencies such as—”

“(Y/n), can you read me?” I was cut off when my walkie-talkie went off.

“Loud and clear, Sam. I can read you loud and clear.”

“Good, we’re going to need your help. Norman’s stuck on a ledge on the cliffs and we can’t get close enough with Wallaby 2.”

“On my way. Just send me your coordinates, and I’ll be there as soon as I can,” I said, quickly grabbing a helmet, and attaching my walkie-talkie back to my uniform before turning to the children, “Sorry kids, duty calls.”

“Aww…” They pouted, some even stomping and waving their fists in disappointment.

“Sorry, I promise I’ll be back!” I echoed, smiling at the kids as I jumped onto Mercury and sped away to the Ocean Rescue Centre, where I parked outside and put on my ocean rescue uniform.

Pressing a small button on my shoes, I activated small floats attached to the uniform. Activating my personalised freeze gun to transform the water into ice, I skated across. I eventually reached where Norman was stuck, seeing Sam and Penny on Neptune, Ben on Titan, and Tom in the sky with Wallaby 2.

“(Y/n), can you get up there?”

I gave a thumbs up and a wink, saying, “Yep, just got to make a few minor adjustments!”

I scrolled through the menu on my wrist before finding the ‘suction cups’ button. Immediately, the floats on my shoes and gloves ballooned into suction cups. I hastily climbed, knowing I made the right decision to perfect the suction function before the other additions to my uniforms.

“Are you hurt?” I asked, after reaching the ledge Norman was stuck on.

“I don’t think so, just get me down please!”

“I’m on it, Norman. Don’t worry, just keep tight hold of me.” He nodded and edged his way over to me, but that’s when I heard beeping, and my foot slipped.

“(Y/n)? Are you alright?”

I pressed the button on my helmet, allowing me to talk on the small microphone, “Yes.. just one tiny little problem… My power’s out. I’m not going to be able to climb down safely.”

“Can you see any other way down?”

“No,” I responded. That’s when I got an idea, “Penny, can you bring Neptune as close as you can?”

“Roger that, (Y/n).”

“What’s your idea?” Norman asked, as Penny brought Neptune closer. I took a deep breath, “Norman, keep tight hold of me, okay? There’s only one way down, and it’s jumping.”

“WHAT?!”

“I know, but it’s the quickest way. I’m out of power.”

“O-okay,” he replied, wrapping his arms around my torso. I took another deep breath before jumping, making sure to keep hold of Norman and keeping a hand over his head to protect it. I soon felt a pain shoot through my wrist, but solid ground beneath me.

“Freedom! YES! I’m free!”

I laughed and stood, thankful that we’d landed on Neptune, rather than in the ocean, before hissing in pain.

“(Y/n)? Are you alright? What were you thinking?”

“I’m fine, just hurt my wrist a bit. It was the only way I could see to get down. I’ll be fine, Sam. I’ll just need to wrap it for a few days and then go away.”

However, he wouldn’t let it go, “You put your whole body weight on your wrist, I’ll be surprised if it’s not broken.” I rolled my eyes at his protective attitude and wanted to sigh when I heard him radioing Nurse Flood, “Ocean Rescue to Nurse Helen Flood. We need you at the quay. We need you to do a quick check-up on someone.”

I was unable to hear her reply, but as soon as we were back on dry land, Sam ushered me over to where Helen was.

“Oh dear, that looks bad, (Y/n). I’ll give you a check up too.”

It was soon revealed I’d broken my wrist which had to be in a cast, rendering me useless for 6 to 8 weeks.

“But I told you, it doesn’t hurt! I’ll go crazy if I have to sit around and do nothing when people need help!”

Nurse Flood sighed, “If you listen to me now, then you’ll avoid causing more damage to yourself, (Y/n). You’ll be back helping people in no time if you just follow my orders.”

I pouted before finally nodding, “Okay, Nurse Flood. Thank you.”

She smiled at me and reiterated that I wasn’t to help out and put more pressure on my wrist before saying goodbye and driving off.

I huffed, “Stupid Norman Price. I wouldn’t be in this situation if it wasn’t for him getting stuck.”

“You okay?”

“Sweet Mother of Neptune, Sam, you scared me! But you were right. My wrist is broken.” I murmured, slumping my shoulders.

“You seriously need to be careful, (Y/n).”

“I know, Sam, but better me breaking my wrist than Norman, right? I can hear him in my head, whining about how much pain he’s in,” I responded, walking over to the railing at the end of the quay, “The sunset’s beautiful, isn’t it?”

“Yes, but I know something more beautiful.”

“I swear to Neptune, if you say me, you are the cheesiest person ever,” I groaned playfully, rolling my eyes.

“H-how did you know I was going to say that?” Sam asked, wrapping an arm around me.

“I know what you’re like. We should probably get back to the station. Don’t know who’s going to need rescuing and when.”

“Wait a minute, you are not helping until your wrist is better. I heard Nurse Flood telling you so.”

“But I’m going to be bored out of my mind!”

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“Ahh!!!!! It’s a Moon Man! I told you they were real, Hannah!”

Hannah crossed her arms with a sigh, “Don’t be ridiculous, Norman, they don-”

“Oh yeah? Then look behind you!”

It was at that moment, when I bounced into Hannah’s view, chiming, “Hey, everyone. What’s happening here?”

“Get back, Moon Man! I have pickles!” Norman shouted, shoving a pickle in my face.

I cringed as I swatted the pickle away and removed the helmet I’d been wearing to keep my head safe while I was testing my bouncy shoes.

“It’s not a Moon Man, Norman! It’s just (Y/n). See, I told you they didn’t exist!”

At that moment, I started to smell smoke and then I noticed that Joe’s laser had fallen over and caused a fire, “Behind me, now. I’ll need to call for backup!”

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“You always need to remember when around lasers, they can be dangerous.”

“It was partially my fault too, Sam,” I spoke, walking over, “I was testing out my bouncy shoes and I think I must have scared Norman with my helmet on. I apologise, but look, I got them working!” I smiled and kicked off, proceeding to bounce around, before coming to a safe and controlled stop, “Look, no injuring myself!”

“That’s good, (Y/n), but you were told not to do anything that could hurt your arm more.”

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“Oh. Well, this is mildly embarrassing…” I muttered to myself as I held onto a rock. I’d been out testing my water skates again, wanting to make sure they were working in case they were needed once my arm was better, “Oh well, better send a flare up.” I quickly took out one of the emergency ones from my bag that I’d brought just in case I needed help, even though I really didn’t want to use it, knowing that it meant I’d be in deep trouble, but my ice gun had run out again, and I had no way back to the shore. Eventually, I heard the sound of the Ocean Rescue team, and started to call out. Once I was sitting on Neptune, with a life jacket, that I prepared myself for my lecture I knew I was going to get, “(Y/n)... What were we talking about?”

“Sorry… ‘No doing things that I could potentially hurt myself more with’. I know, but I just wanted to make sure they were still working.”

We eventually made it back to dry land and once back up on the quay, unexpectedly, Sarah and James came running up to me and hugged me, “We’re so glad you’re safe, Aunty (Y/N)!” James spoke after they’d let me go, only to receive a slap on the head from Sarah, “James! She’s not our aunt! Even I wouldn’t have made that mistake. Sorry (Y/n).”

“It’s okay, Sarah. Although, just between you and me, you might be calling me that soon.”

“What? What are you talking about?”

“Right, back to the station.”

I mentally breathed a sigh of relief and turned away from the twins walking over to the rest of the crew, only to be dragged over to Venus by Sam, who had an uncharacteristically annoyed look on his face, and I knew I was going to be lectured again.

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“So cold… so glad that fire’s on,” I muttered, removing my gloves, and warming my hands up, “I hate Winter.”

“Um, (Y/n)... there’s something shiny on your hand. What is it?” Elvis asked, pointing to my hand. I froze and quickly covered it with my right hand, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

However, he persisted, and grabbed my hand, “I-is that a ring?”

I went to reply, spilling everything about mine and Sam’s relationship, but then I remembered, we had promised each other to keep it a secret until the time was right, and I didn’t know how he’d feel about me telling the rest of the fire crew, without him around, but i didn’t have to worry for too long as I soon felt arms wrap around my waist from behind, “May as well tell them now, (Y/n). They’ll find out sooner or later.”

“What are you talking about, Sam? Have you been hiding something from us?” Elvis asked, immediately dropping my hand, and turning his attention to Sam.

I just giggled, “Okay, fine. We’ve been dating for the last two years.”

“How did we not notice for two years? Penny, did you notice?”

The blonde just shook her head, “No. I couldn’t tell either.”

I just rolled my eyes, “Well, honestly, there were a lot of hints dropped. Look back and think about some recent events…”

“Now you mention it, we should have realised,” Ellie spoke up.

I just giggled in response and leaned my head on Sam’s shoulder, smiling.

“At least they know now. I wasn’t going to be able to hide this for very long,” I muttered, taking his hand and placing it on my stomach.

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So this was better in my head…as most of them are…

can u give a quick guide on how to request a oneshot and what details to include?

sure! just ask me on Tumblr, like you have here, for what I need:

Character - Obviously (I’ll only do characters from fandoms I know though, so please go check my Masterlist for the fandoms)

Fandom - Just to make sure

Prompt - If you have a prompt I can put into the oneshot

Plot - What you want the oneshot to include, the more detail the better

Reader’s relations - Do you want the reader to be related to any other character?

Reader’s occupation - Self-Explanatory, but only applies to certain fandoms though

Warnings - Any sensitive subjects?

Other Notes - anything else I might need to know?