Kinktober 2024!

Kurt Oneshot - Similarities

Requested?: No

Prompt: None

Type of oneshot: (Platonic) Fluff 

Reader's Relations: Mr Schuester’s adopted daughter

Warnings:  None I can think of (if any of this is triggering lmk and I’ll make a note for the next time I write a oneshot with this sort of theme)

Other notes: Seriously do not ask how this came to my head. Also, in this, the reader is/you are lesbian, and also don’t ask about the ending. I might make a part 2 for this, 

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I released my hair from its prison called a bobble and let it hang loose over my shoulders as I walked down the halls of McKinley, my hockey stick over my shoulder and my, now, empty water bottle inside the bag containing my hockey stick, looking for my father’s office/classroom. However, I came across a sight that made my blood boil; two guys, who I guessed were, on the football team, were shouting at another boy.

“Hey, you two! Stop that right now!”

They turned to me, “Oh yeah, what are you going to do about it?”

I scoffed and pulled my hockey stick out from its bag, “Do you really want to find out? Because I’ll have you know that I’ve nearly ‘taken off my opponent's legs’ with this stick, as our team’s coach put it. So unless you want to end up in the hospital, I suggest you leave him alone.” The two guys then just ran off and I put my stick away before turning to the boy, “Hey, are you alright?” I asked, a smile on my face. He nodded, “I’m used to it, at least it wasn’t a slushie.”

“Why were they picking on you? Don’t worry, I won’t hit you with this,” I paused and pointed to my hockey stick, “It’s only for jerks and cheaters. I’m (Y/n) by the way.”

“Kurt. It’s nothing, just they do that to everyone.”

“Not to me.”

“Cause you scared them out of their socks.”

“Yeah, I guess I did. Anyway, I gotta go,” I smiled at him and then dashed off still trying to find my father, eventually just bumping into him.

“Oh, hello, (Y/n), what are you doing here?”

“We got back early from the tournament so I thought I’d come to see you here as I figured you wouldn’t be home yet and I kinda left my key at home so I wouldn’t have been able to get in.”

“I see, well this is a surprise, how’d it go?”

“Good. We thrashed everyone!”

“How many goals did you score?” he asked, as we started walking down the hall, I had a feeling I knew his destination, him being the coach for the Glee Club. I just smiled, “Well, let’s just say within the 3 matches we played, I scored more than 5 goals.” He patted me on the head, “Would you like to come to Glee Club today? I’m sure the club would benefit from hearing words of encouragement from a winner such as yourself.”

I gigged and rolled my eyes, “Sure.”

“Good, because here’s the choir room.”

The minute he walked into the room, me following, everyone went quiet. I took my stick off my back and leaned it up against the wall, walking over, prompting one of the girls, who had shoulder-length dark brown/black hair to pipe up, “Mr Schuester, who’s this?”

“Right, I almost forgot,” I gave a small, ‘hmph’ pouting in the process as my father gave a small chuckle, pulling me closer, “This is (Y/n), my daughter.”

“Adopted daughter thank you, now let me go, I’m still sweaty!” I managed to break free from his grasp and went to sit down at the side.

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After the club was finished for the day, I was approached by a guy with a small mohawk, “Hey there, you single?”

I rolled my eyes, “Shut it Puckerman, for your information, I’ve shot down every single boy who’s tried to ask me out, so don’t even try it.” with that, I stood up and hoisted my hockey stick back on my back, “Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to get home.”

“You lesbian or something?”

I rolled my eyes, “So what if I was? Why should it matter to you? No idea why anyone would want to go out with you.”

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“I thought I told you two to back off from Kurt or do you want to be beaten to a pulp?” I threatened the two boys who had Kurt pressed against his locker. This time however they just scoffed in my direction. I rolled my eyes and grabbed my hockey stick from my bag, wrapping it around one of their necks, “This is the last time I will go easy on you, Leave. Him. Alone.”

“What is going on here?!”

“This freak is threatening me!”

I rolled my eyes, “Give it a break, Jerkwad! You were the one that had Kurt pushed against his locker! There’s nothing wrong with being gay!”

We were eventually dragged into the principal’s office and I sat there, examining my fingernails, “For your information, I was defending my friend. This guy has been picking on Kurt because of his sexuality. It doesn’t matter who you love or what gender you are, we are all still human!”

“W-what happened? (Y/n)? What are you doing here?”

“This girl was caught with a hockey stick around the neck of another student, while also threatening him.”

I rolled my eyes, “I’ll state this again, I. Was. Standing. Up. For. My. FRIEND! And just so you know, you can’t expel me because I don’t even go to this school. Now, if you do not mind, I have a hock match I need to get to.” I grabbed Kurt’s hand, dragging him out, leaving the debate up to my father and the principal.

“You know, I’m going to take it upon myself to be your bodyguard Kurt.”

“Why did you stand up for me?”

I gulped and paused, “Promise you won’t say anything?” Kurt nodded and smiled, “Thanks, to tell you the truth, it’s cause I’ve been exactly in your position too. I was bullied in my High School years.”

“Really? But you’re like a, and don’t take this the wrong way, but you’re a badass.”

“To tell the truth, it’s an act I put on. The thing is I’m lesbian, and I was the only kid in my school that was out of the closet. So, I know how you feel.”

Eventually, I ended up transferring to McKinly High, and I started to feel safer. I had my father there to talk to if I got bullied, rather than bottling it up, as well as Kurt, who was like the brother I never had.

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“We’ll go next, Mr Schuester,” Kurt spoke standing up. I followed and we both made our way to the front.

(Bold is you, Italic is Kurt and underlined is both)

I am not a stranger to the dark

Hide away, they say

'Cause we don't want your broken parts

I've learned to be ashamed of all my scars

Run away, they say

No one'll love you as you are

But I won't let them break me down to dust

I know that there's a place for us

For we are glorious

When the sharpest words wanna cut me down

I'm gonna send a flood, gonna drown them out

I am brave, I am bruised

I am who I'm meant to be, this is me

Look out 'cause here I come

And I'm marching on to the beat I drum

I'm not scared to be seen

I make no apologies, this is me

Oh-oh-oh-oh

Oh-oh-oh-oh

Oh-oh-oh-oh

Oh-oh-oh-oh

Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, oh, oh

Another round of bullets hits my skin

Well, fire away 'cause today, I won't let the shame sink in

We are bursting through the barricades

And reaching for the sun

(We are warriors!)

Yeah, that's what we've become

(Yeah, that's what we've become)

Won't let them break me down to dust

I know that there's a place for us

For we are glorious

When the sharpest words wanna cut me down

I'm gonna send a flood, gonna drown them out

I am brave, I am bruised

I am who I'm meant to be, this is me

Look out 'cause here I come

And I'm marching on to the beat I drum

I'm not scared to be seen

I make no apologies, this is me

Oh-oh-oh-oh

Oh-oh-oh-oh

Oh-oh-oh-oh

Oh-oh-oh-oh

Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, oh, oh

This is me

Oh-oh-oh-oh

And I know that I deserve your love

Oh-oh-oh-oh

There's nothing I'm not worthy of

Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, oh, oh

When the sharpest words wanna cut me down

I'm gonna send a flood, gonna drown them out

This is brave, this is bruised

This is who I'm meant to be, this is me

Look out 'cause here I come

Look out 'cause here I come

And I'm marching on to the beat I drum

(Marching on, marching, marching on)

I'm not scared to be seen

I make no apologies, this is me

Oh-oh-oh-oh

(When the sharpest words wanna break me down)

(I'm gonna send a flood, gonna drown them out)

I'm gonna send a flood, gonna drown them out

Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, oh, oh

This is me

And… everyone’s faces were in shock. I smiled at Kurt and returned to my place as he went to sit back down. Throughout the rest of the competition, I just couldn’t get one thought out of my mind:

Am I actually a lesbian?

I’d had so much fun singing with Kurt and I tried to snap myself out of it, telling myself the fact I knew which was that Kurt was gay, at least he’d had the courage to tell people. Then there was me, with only two people that I knew properly, other than the people at my school, knowing that I was lesbian, them being Kurt and my father. After my best friend in school had outed me in assembly, I vowed never to tell anyone again.

Eventually, everyone had finished their duets and it was voting time. I was surprised when Kurt and I won and were even more surprised when my father actually let us take the dinner voucher for Breadstix, despite knowing that he was trying to get a couple together.

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“Where are you going all dressed up? Do you have a girlfriend and didn’t tell me?”

I rolled my eyes, “Dad, if I did, you know I would tell you, and I’m going out with Kurt. You know our ‘dinner at Breadstix that’s on you’? The duet competition?”

“Oh yeah, I guess I forgot. Now don’t you forget-Wait, nevermind.”

I rolled my eyes, knowing he was going to say ‘remember to use protection’, then remembered something, “Dad, nothing like that is going to happen. Remember, I’m lesbian and Kurt’s gay there’s no romantic or sexual attraction between us. Seriously, it's just friendship.”

“I know, I’m sorry, (Y/n). I just don’t want you to get hurt.”

“And I’m not going to get hurt. I have nothing but friendship love for Kurt… I think platonic is the word. Also, he invited me over afterwards for movies. Now if you don’t mind, I’ve got to go or I’ll be late for meeting him.”

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“Hey, Kurt, sorry I’m late.”

“It’s alright, now for free Breadstix!”

I giggled at his attitude as he pulled me inside and a waitress took us to a table. Throughout the night I really enjoyed myself and as we were walking back to Kurt’s house, ready to watch movies, I let out a little sneeze.

“You’re sneeze is adorable, you know.”

I just glared at him, “I am not cute! I’m a ferocious lion, not a tiny kitten… just a lion that’s cold… and didn’t bring her coat.”

I noticed Kurt chuckling and he made a ‘come here’ motion. I moved closer to him and he wrapped his coat around me as well, causing my face to heat up. I mentally cursed myself, why do you do this to me, feelings? I questioned how I’d managed to fall in love with him, when I’d had crushes on girls my whole life (never told any of them though), I was falling in love with a guy…. And not just any guy, one I knew for certain was gay, and who I considered to be my best friend.

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After watching the 3rd film, I leaned my head on Kurt’s shoulder, sighing in contentment and smiling, starting to feel sleepy, “Can I confess something to you?”

“Of course, (Y/n). You know anything you tell me I will not tell anyone.”

I smiled, “I’m glad I have a best friend like you, Kurt. I’ve never actually been kissed before, well I mean romantically.”

Kurt just looked at me, his mouth agape, “(Y/n), you have guys hanging off you every day!”

“Oh please, straight guys only want to get in your pants and then leave, like a ‘fuck and run’ scenario. I’ve rejected every single boy that’s ever made any form advance on me, romantic or otherwise…”

“I see… I’ve never been kissed either.”

I looked him in the eye and just before I knew it, I’d pushed him down on the sofa and kissed him. When I saw his shocked face and realised what I’d done, I immediately broke off and started to frantically apologise, “I’m so sorry Kurt! I wasn’t thinking! Sorry, sorry sorry!”

“(Y/n), stop apologising. I understand... And to be honest, I wouldn’t mind you doing it again.”

My face lit up, “A-are you sure?”

“As my dad told me, I’m not actually going to know if I’m gay if I go around avoiding girls my whole life.”

“S-so that’s what you see me as? An ‘experiment’ to see if you’re actually gay? Wow, that’s great words to hear from my best fr-” I stopped talking when he kissed me again, “No, that’s not it, (Y/n). well, not the whole of it. I feel something inside when I see you. You light up my whole life.”

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I quickly stood up and ran out of the choir room to the toilets, where I promptly emptied my stomach. I took a deep breath before standing up and flushing the toilet, cleaning my face in the sink, and wiping my mouth and hands before leaving the toilet to see Kurt pacing there, “Whatcha pacing for?” I asked getting his attention, “Shouldn’t you be back in the choir room?”

“I ran out, following you when you dashed out. Well, actually Mr Schuester told me to follow you to make sure you were alright, you know with us being ‘friends’ and all,” he spoke.

“Thank you, Kurt. I-I wanna go home, I just feel really sick.”

Kurt helped me walk back to the choir room, letting me wait outside as he walked back in, asking my father something before walking back out, “Told your father. He said it’s okay for me to take you home, but first, we’re going to the doctor’s, I was to know what’s wrong with you.”

“Kurt, you don’t have to take me to the doctor. If I’m still not feeling well in the morning, I’m sure my father will make an appointment for me.”

“I’m going to look after you, (Y/n).”

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“Is this your boyfriend?” the nurse asked, pointing to Kurt, who was standing next to me in the examination room.  I rolled my eyes, “Is that your business? I don’t believe so, just tell me what’s wrong with me.”

The nurse’s answer completely shocked me…

“I-I’m pregnant?”

The nurse nodded and Kurt ended up taking me home, me hyperventilating the whole time, questions circling my brain, “How am I going to tell my father? What am I going to tell him? What will the school think? Are you going to stop being friends with me?” These were only 4 of the thousands of questions in my head that I actually voiced to Kurt as we walked back.

“Firstly, I’ll be there when you tell him, he’s probably going to ask why we weren’t home when he got back, then we’ll tell him, as for the school, I don’t know, and no, I’m not going to stop being friends with you.”

I smiled, “Thanks Kurt… and here we are.” I opened the front door, trying not to be heard, however, that didn’t go as planned, “(Y/n)! There you are. Where did you go? Why weren’t you home when I got back?”

I bit my lip and looked away, not wanting to face him, as I felt Kurt’s hand on my shoulder, “I took her to the doctor, Mr Schuester. She threw up in the toilet and said she wasn’t feeling well, which is why I asked if I could take her home. I am sorry I took her without telling you, but I thought we’d be back before you.”

“I appreciate you looking after my daughter, Kurt, thank you. Now what did the doctor say, (Y/n)?” I dug my head into Kurt’s chest and shook my head, showing I didn’t want to talk about it, “No. Don’t want to admit it.”

“(Y/n), I’m not going to be mad, I promise, whatever is wrong with you, I’ll look after you until you get better.”

I leaned up to Kurt’s ear and whispered that I wanted him to tell my father. I got a shoulder squeeze in return and I felt Kurt nodding, “Mr Schuester, (Y/n) is pregnant.”

When silence was the only answer I lifted my head from Kurt’s shoulder, scared and nervous of my father’s response as I looked towards him.

“How? (Y/n), I thought you were lesbian… That’s what you told me.”

“I know, Dad, and I thought I was too, but after we went to Breadstix and were watching movies, I just felt something and yeah… I looked towards Kurt, burying my head in his chest again as he wrapped his arms around me, “P-please don’t kick me out.”

“(Y/n), come here please.”

I gulped and reluctantly broke away from Kurt, walking towards my father, who embraced me in a hug, “I’m not going to kick me out, I’m just surprised. I would never kick you out.”

I smiled and returned the hug, “T-thank you.”

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I was walking down the corridor going to the Choir Room, when I walked past some of the Cheerios, who were gossipping, “Did you hear, (Y/n) is pregnant.”

“Really? Who’s the father?”

“I don’t know, surprising though, isn’t she like a lesbian?”

“I heard it’s that gay kid. I saw them going home together a few weeks ago.”

I shook my head and kept walking, only to be pushed against a locker again, “Watch where you’re going, freak!”

I blinked back the tears and all but ran to the Choir Room, thankful that Kurt was already there. I sat down next to him and he wrapped his arm around me, “What happened?”

“Well, the Cheerios know I’m pregnant, I heard them questioning it and about who was the father and stuff. Then I got pushed against my locker.”

“You need to tell Mr Schuester, (Y/n), if-”

“Need to tell me what?”

I shot up and froze, “Nothing! It’s nothing, I promise.”

However, he could tell I was lying, “(Y/n), Kurt can I speak to you two in my office please?” I sighed and stood up, Kurt following as we walked over to the small office, adjacent to the Choir Room.

“What is it you need to tell me, (Y/n)?”

“I said it’s-”

“(Y/n) is being bullied Mr Schue, I’d hazard that the whole school probably knows she’s pregnant by now if the Cheerios and football team do.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I didn’t want to worry you. I can handle it.”

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“Did you hear? The gay kid impregnated the lesbian one.”

I sighed and walked away from the two football players and walked down the corridor until I felt a hand on my shoulder shove me into a locker, scratching my back on the handle.

“Are you actually lesbian? Or did you just say that to get attention?”

“Why would I want this kind of attention? I came to this school to make friends after being bullied at my old one! Turns out it’s not safe anywhere!”

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From about the fourth month of my pregnancy, Kurt stayed every weekend to help look after me to give my dad a break.

“Can I get you anything, (Y/n)?”

“A new school where I won’t be bullied for my sexuality?” I asked, tears starting to stream down my face, “Some more friends? Actually…. Speaking of which, what are we, Kurt?”

“I believe I know the term,” he spoke, walking over and sitting next to me on the bed, kissing me, “Bisexual.” I giggled and returned the kiss, “What do you think we should name the little one? And before you ask, no, we’re not calling them Kurt Jr.”

“How did you know I was going to suggest that? Anyway, I took the liberty of noting down a few names,” he walked over to his bag and took out a piece of paper, “on here.” I gigged and took it from him, unfolding it to see an A4 sheet of paper, one side completely covered in girls’ names, the other in boys' names. I let out a chuckle, “Wow… that’s a lot of suggestions.”

“Can never be too prepared, (Y/n).”

I started to read through the names, “Can you pass me a pen please?” Kurt smiled, pecking my forehead before standing up and grabbing a pen, handing it to me. As I read through the names, I put a circle around the ones I liked, before handing it back to him, “I’ve circled the ones I like. Do you want to know the gender beforehand or wait until they’re born?”

“I’d like to know, but if you want to wait, I’m happy to wait.”

I smiled, “I want to know too.”

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Five months later, Gabriella Haille Amelia Hummel, was born. I had given her Kurt’s surname, something he was happy about he was ecstatic when he was allowed to hold her.

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So this is what happens when I am sleep deprived…. It’s 3731 words long…. Help

Addison Oneshot - Untitled

Requested?: No

Prompt:  None

Timing: Sometime after DD

Type of oneshot: Fluff (With a minor angst)

Reader's Age:  17

Reader's Occupation:  Prosecutor

Reader's Relations: Edgeworth’s daughter (adopted or not can be up to you - it can be read as both)

Warnings: Swearing

Other notes: None

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Walking back up to my office had been going well until I was knocked over by a flash of orange and white hair, the girl’s face right in my chest due to our height difference.

“Gah! I am so sorry, Ma’am!” Tiffany muttered quickly, going off on a rant as she backed up, her face now bright red in embarrassment (Bisexual panic time, Tiffany…).

“Tiffany, it’s alright, and you don’t need to call me that. I’ve- wait, why are your eyes red? Have you been crying?”

The defence attorney shook her head in response, “NO! I have.. Yeah…”

“Want to talk about it? I can make you a cup of tea and we can discuss it, if you want?” 

She nodded in response, sniffling, “T-thank you.” I smiled at her and led her into my office, asking her to sit on the sofa, “So, what tea do you like?”

“W-what do you have?”

I ended up listing every single type of tea bag that was in my drawer, Tiffany shaking her head at every single one. Until I remembered, “Or.. I have hot chocolate. Is that to your taste?” Her face perked up and she nodded, causing me to giggle, “Alright.”

A few minutes later, I joined her on the sofa, a cup of (Favourite tea) in my hand, and handed her the hot chocolate.

“Thank you.”

“No problem, now, why were you crying?”

Tiffany took a sip from the cup in front of her before taking a deep breath, “Addison was just shouting at me after I told her to get up her courage and confess to her crush. She ended up losing her temper and swearing at me. I just ran out of the room, not wanting to make her any more mad.”

“I see. Stay here. I’ll be back in a minute,” I replied, standing up, my now empty cup of tea sitting on the table by the sofa, leaving my office.

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“Addison, may I have a word with you?”

“The fuck do you want, stuck-up bitch?”

I ignored the insult, “I’ll take that as a yes then. We need to discuss your treatment of your sister.”

“Any why the fuck is that any of your fucking business? You may be the daughter of the Chief Prosecutor, but it doesn’t give you the fucking right to boss me around, bitch.”

“The thing is, you messed with one of my friends, and now, I’m going to fuck you... Fuck you up that is,” I spoke, leaning over her desk, giving her a VERY clear view of my cleavage, not leaving much to her imagination, “Explain to me why you shouted and swore at your sister. Or, well let’s just say, how much do you value your job?” I asked, fiddling with my fingernails.

“You wouldn’t dare.”

“Try me. You can’t go around swearing at everyone, Addison. Tiffany’s your sister. Explain no-” I was cut off when she stood up and walked around the desk towards me, attempting to be intimidating, but I stood my ground. Instead of saying something, Addison just grabbed me by my lapels and pulled me up to her level, “Listen here, Missy. What happens between me and Tiffany is none of your business. So shut up and leave me the fuck alone, before I slice you into pieces!” she shouted, before shoving me away, leading to me falling into the bookcase, hurting my arm, and a few seconds later I felt something hit my head, presumably a book, knocking me unconscious, as well as feeling something slicing through my arm. 

ADDISON’S POV

“Oh fuck…” I muttered. Then I heard a confused scream/gasp and the sound of a cup smashing. I turned towards the sound, to see Tiffany standing in the doorway, china shards around her feet and blinking, “What in the name or Artemis happened here?!”

“Keep it to yourself, Tiff,” I grumbled, “But call an ambulance, please.”

“So now you’re worried about her… You know Mr Edgeworth’s going to have your head for this,” Tiffany responded, a smirk on her face as she pulled her phone out.

“I’ll have who’s head for what?”

My eyes widened and I froze at the sound of the voice, knowing I was in for it now, “Hello, Mr Edgeworth… can I do something for you?”

“You can explain why your sister is on the phone to an ambulance and why my daughter is currently lying on the floor unconscious.”

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“She’s lost quite a lot of blood, that cut was rather deep. Is there anyone you know of that can donate blood to her that you know of?”

Before Mr Edgeworth could respond, I spoke up, “Excuse me, I am aware that my blood type is O, and my mother told me that it’s the universal donor. If you’ll permit me, Mr Edgeworth, I’ll donate blood to (Y/n). This whole situation is my fault I should be the one to fix it.”

Mr Edgeworth smiled at me, “If you wish. It seems you have your answer, Nurse.”

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“WHAT?!” 

“I know, Addy, but Miss von Karma seems to be very protective of her niece and the minute she heard what happened, she demanded the case get taken to court. They’re charging you for attempted murder.”

I sighed, and remembered the story Mum had told us about what Dad had done to protect her, and I didn’t want to spend the next seven years, or more in jail, “Tiff. If a word of our conversation leaves this room, I’ll have your head, but would you please defend me?”

“Of course! It’ll be hard though. I mean, (Y/n) is in the hospital and I’m probably going to be made to testify, seeing as I saw what happened, but if that happens, I’ll get Mum to take over the case. I’m not going to be able to get you off scot-free, Addison.”

“I know. Perhaps I should just give up. I did push her, after all. I am at fault for this. They’ll find me guilty anyway, what’s the point of a trial?”

“Addison, don’t say that!”

“You saw it yourself, Tiff. I pushed her and she fractured her arm on the floor, the book fell of the bookshelf, then the katana Dad got me for my birthday fell off of the wall from the impact and sliced (Y/n)’s arm.”

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“(Y/n)! Please testify. If you don’t, Addison’s going to go to jail!”

“As much as I’d like to help, Miss Cykes, Addison did push me and the book fell on my head after I hit my arm. What do you want me to do in court? Lie?”

“But I know it was an accident. Addison would never purposely try to hurt you, (Y/n)... S-she loves you!”

My eyes widened at her statement, “W-what?”

“Opps… I wasn’t supposed to tell you that. I just noticed whenever Addison is looking at you, I can hear the love in her heart.”

“I provoked her, Miss Cykes. I said something and it ticked her off, and she pushed me into the bookcase.”

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“(Y/n), I-I’d like to apologise. It’s my fault that you ended up here,” Addison spoke, a slight blush overtaking her pale skin.

“Addison, come here please.”

I noticed her freeze as she walked over, but before she could say anything, I grabbed her tie and pulled her down, kissing her, “Father told me that you were the one that donated blood to me, and your mum told me you were in love with me.”

Addison immediately turned around, glaring at her mother, who smirked before leaving the room. I tapped Addison on the shoulder, regaining her attention before kissing her again, “Don’t be mad at her, I love you too.”

“I-I would have sworn on my life tha you were straight, (Y/n).”

“As a circle, maybe,” I muttered, hugging her.

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Remus Oneshot - Visiting Hours

Requested?: No

Prompt: None

Type of oneshot: Songfic (it’s more just a random oneshot with a bit of fluff that uses a song for  a small portion of the oneshot)

Song Used: Visiting Hours - Ed Sheeran

Timing: Golden Trio Era, specifically Prisoner of Azkaban timing, with a small bit of ‘Pre-Philosopher’s Stone’ at the start

Reader's Relations: None/Best friends with James (cause it’s for the plot, okay)

Reader’s House: Not Applicable

Reader’s Blood Status: Muggle-Born

Warnings: None/Sadness

Other notes: This was originally gonna be set after the Battle of Hogwarts with the reader being Remus’s sister and being the one to look after Teddy, but it evolved into this instead, let me know if you’d like to see that one too.

A small bit of context, after his parents were killed, he was sent to live with you rather than the Dursleys.

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I hummed a tune to myself as I put the finishing touches on Harry’s 11th birthday cake. I had just finished washing up the bowl that the icing had been in when Harry walked into the room, “Post’s here.” He smiled up at me and handed me one of the two letters that were in his hands. I returned the smile and turned the letter over to remove the envelope and read the contents;

“Dear Miss (Y/n) (L/n),

On behalf of Professor Dumbledore, I would like to invite you to come and teach Muggle Studies at Hogwarts. We require a new teacher, and it was agreed that you would be the best fit for the job. Of course, you do not need to worry about Harry, as I’m sure, provided both letters arrived on the same day, that he will be coming with you. I await your reply.

Yours,

Professor Minerva McGonagall,

Deputy Headmistress of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry”

I smiled at the letter, turning towards Harry who was staring at the letter in his hands. I gave a small chuckle, alerting him to the fact that I was watching him and he turned to me, “So.. when do we go and get my school things?”

“Whenever you wish, Harry, but how does tomorrow sound? There’s a birthday cake with your name on it here.”

He nodded and smiled, handing me the letter, so I could read over it, as it had been twenty years since I’d been in his position. I folded it and put it safely on the kitchen counter, beside my purse, so we wouldn’t forget it the next day and turned back to the cake, picking up the stand it was on and bringing it over to the table where Harry was sitting.

“Happy Birthday, Harry. It’s not much, but I hope you like it anyway.”

“Awesome. Thank you,” he replied, as I took out my wand and cut two slices after he’d blown out the candles. We both dug in and managed to eat half of the relatively small cake, between the two of us, saving the other half for the next day, or a later point, as it would last a few days.

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“I want three paragraphs on the uses of rubber ducks, due by the end of the week,” I spoke out to the class of 4th years. Groans were heard across the classroom and I rolled my eyes, “You should be glad I’m not making you write thirteen pages! Class dismissed!” I spoke, leaning my hands on the desk in front of me, as the students started packing up their stuff. I started to pack up a few of my things as it was the last class of the day, and I wanted the classroom to be clean for the next day. Just as I was collecting a few of the remaining quiz papers from desks, a voice disrupted the quiet, “Professor (L/n)?” I turned around to see one of the 5th-year Hufflepuffs standing at the door. I smiled and nodded, “Come in, Jen. Did you need something?”

“Not technically, I just wanted to hand this in. I finished it early and I didn’t trust it being left in my dorm until our class on Friday, so I thought I’d just come and give it to you now,” she replied, taking a piece of parchment out from her bag. I walked over and took the parchment from her, seeing it was her essay on (Random muggle objects) I’d given her year the previous day.

“Thank you, Jen, I’ll mark it this evening and give it back to you tomorrow.”

“Thank you, Professor, bye.”

“Bye, I’ll see you tomorrow.”

The Hufflepuff girl adjusted her glasses and nodded before running out of the classroom. I shook my head slightly as she reminded me of myself in my school days and returned to the small office adjacent to the classroom. Sirring down at th desk, I placed the pieces of parchment in my hands down, taking out the photo of me and my school friends, the Marauders, Lily and Marlene, I kept in the top draw of m desk and rubbing my thumb over it, “I wish that heaven had visiting hours so, I could just show up and bring the news,” I took my thumb over to where James and Lily were standing, the former’s arm around the latter and giggled at the memory, before tears starting to come to my eyes. It wasn’t fair that James and Lily had been killed, they didn’t deserve it, “That he's getting older, and I wish that you met him. The things that he'll learn from me, I got them all from you,” I paused looking at the younger version of Remus in the photo. He’d helped me so much with my schoolwork, and with how to be a decent human being, his friends not being responsible as they were pranking Slytherins most of the time. During our school years, I had the most obvious crush on him and it was a surprise he hadn’t worked it out, or maybe he had and didn’t feel the same so he kept quiet about it, “Can I just stay a while, and we'll put all the world to rights? The little one has grown, and I still drink your favourite wine and soon they're going to close, but I'll see you another day, so much has changed since you've been away.” I’d been best friends with the Marauders, helping Sirius and James out with homework most of the time, and helping Remus with his/doing it for him when a full moon came, Peter doing his homework himself, “I wish that heaven had visiting hours so, I could just swing by and ask your advice. What would you do in my situation? I haven't a clue how I am to raise him. What would you do? 'Cause you always do what's right. Can we just talk a while until my worries disappear, I'd tell you that I'm scared of turning out a failure. You'd say, "Remember that the answer's in the love that we create". So much has changed since you've been away.” 

I put the photo down, unable to continue singing as I put my head down on my desk letting the tears come. That was when I heard a knock at the door. I quickly wiped my tears, allowing the person entry, and stood up, to make it seem like I hadn’t been crying, but I froze when the person walked in, “P-Professor Lupin. This is a surprise.”

“(Y/n), don’t act like we don’t know each- Have you been crying?” he asked, looking me in the eye. I shook my head, “No! Why would I have been crying?”

“You can’t lie to me, (Y/n). I was at school with you for seven years, I can tell when something’s wrong,” Remus replied, walking over to me and taking my chin in his hand, forcing me to look at him, “Tell me? I know we haven’t seen each other in more than twenty years, but I’m here for you if you need to talk.” I smiled and nodded, shaking slightly, “O-Okay. It’s just I’ve been so stressed. I don’t know if I’m doing a good enough job!”

“You are. You’re the best Muggle Studies professor this school’s ever had.”

I sighed, “No, I don’t mean job as in occupation, I mean with raising Harry. I don’t know why James and Lily wanted me to look after him if something happened to them!” I choked out, the tears coming back to my eyes. Remus just pulled me into a hug, “Let it out, (Y/n). Let it out. I won’t judge you.”

“Thanks, Rem. T-this is what made me fall in love with you all those years ago.”

The minute I’d said that my face turned bright red and I squeaked, quickly backing out of the hug, “You should really go, I’ve got a lot of papers to mark, and I want to get it-” I was cut off when Remus grabbed my upper arms and pulled me closer to him, kissing me. My eyes widened, but after getting over the shock, I wrapped my arms around his neck, my fingers tangling in his hair. We broke off a few minutes later and I raised a hand to my mouth, “You just kissed me…”

“I’m sorry, I should have asked first. It’s just that when we were in school Sirius told me that if I ‘ever got the opportunity to kiss you, I should do it’.”

I smiled, pecking his cheek, “It’s okay. I confessed first anyway, accidentally but still. By the way, that was my first kiss.”

“Want me to be your second too?”

I giggled and nodded, “Most definitely. D-does this mean we’re together now?”

“Does this answer that?” Remus responded, kissing me again.

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

I probably had an idea for more of this… but ehh I wanna draw so I’m ending it here

FandomMas 2023 Day 2 - Greg Lestrade

Fandom: BBC Sherlock

Prompt: None

Reader's Relations: Sherlock and Mycroft’s sister

Other Notes: It takes place a few years after Season 4.

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I sighed as read the text message from John, mentioning that he’d managed to force Sherlock to stay in bed due to the cold he had but he’d been asked to come to a crime scene and John’s message to me was asking me to go instead so Sherlock could get better. I stood up and responded saying I’d go, knowing how hard it was to get Sherlock to take a break and put my shoes on, grabbing my coat before going out into the Winter air, remembering to lock the door behind me. During this, my phone had buzzed again with another message from John, giving me the address that, I guessed, Sherlock had been sent, and I smiled, hailing a cab.

Upon arriving, I paid the driver and got out, walking over to where all the police officers were standing around.

“Who are you? And where’s the Freak?”

“It would be greatly appreciated if you stopped calling my brother a freak,” I replied pulling out my ID card, “Sherlock’s got a cold, I’m here in his place. I see you’ve been scrubbing floors again, Donovan,” I smirked, stepping underneath the police tape.

“Good afternoon, Detective Inspector Lestrade. I trust Sherlock told you I was coming instead? I’m (Y/n), by the way. Sherlock managed to get a cold, probably due to lack of sleep and the cold weather, would you still like help? I apologise for it being me rather than my brother, but I’ve already explained why he’s not here,” I spoke, turning around to give Donovan the middle finger for being bitchy to me without knowing why I was there. After I received silence in response, I looked back towards the Detective Inspector and waved my hand in his face, “Hello? Anyone there?”

That seemed to snap him from his daze, “Sorry. I guess I just got distracted. The body’s over here. All we’ve found is that she was killed via a gunshot to the back of the head.”

I nodded as he led me over to where the body was. I got closer and started looking over her, noticing several things. Making sure I had a pair of gloves on, I noticed the ring on her finger and lifted her hand up, the ring easily coming off when I pulled it. After a few minutes, I stood up, “Brother-in-law’s the killer.”

“What?”

I let out a small giggle, knowing exactly what Sherlock would have said in response, but I had my own response, “Ring is clean on the inside but not the outside, showing an unhappy marriage. The ring was regularly removed as it came off quickly, five years old, taking from the dust and dirt on the outside of the ring. Text messages between her and her husband don’t line up, several questions from her husband have been left unanswered, showing she was trying to hide something..” I continued to explain my reasoning, “..So brother-in-law impregnated her, but to stop her from telling her husband, he killed her. I trust that once the full Autopsy Report is complete, it’ll read that she was pregnant when killed. Take this, for times when you need a bit of extra help, but don’t want to have to deal with Sherlock’s shenanigans,” I finished, taking out my small notepad and writing down my phone number, handing it to him, “Here you go, Detective Inspector. Let me know when you’ve apprehended the brother-in-law. I like to know when I’ve completed a case.” I gave him a small smile before turning around and walking off, but before I could leave the scene, a hand grabbed my wrist, “Thank you for your help, and tell Sherlock that I hope he gets better soon. Also, just call me Greg.”

I smiled and turned around, allowing him to let go of my wrist, “In that case, you just call me (Y/n).”

“Well then, (Y/n), until next time.”

I nodded and smiled turning around and leaving properly this time.

---------------------A FEW YEARS LATER

“I’m sorry we’re late,” I apologised, taking off my coat and handing it up, making sure to keep my gloves on however, “There was something that Greg wanted to do before we came over. Said something about wanting to do it when it was just us, but we’re here now,” I smiled and pecked Greg on the cheek, causing his face to turn pink, resulting in giggles from me. I took my shoes off and sat down on the sofa, just in time for Rosie to run and jump up, sitting next to me, “(Y/n)!”

I chuckled again and returned the hug she gave me, “Hello to you too, Rosie. Merry Christmas by the way.”

“Did you bring me a present?!” she asked, getting more excited at the mention of Christmas. Before I could say anything, John had spoken up, “Rosie, please give (Y/n) her personal space.”

“Sorry,” Rosie responded, moving away from me a bit, causing me to giggle and lean over, ruffling her hair, “It’s alright, you don’t need to apologise, but yes, I do have something for you.” her face lit up as I reached into the bag I’d brought with me, taking out the gift I’d wrapped for her, “Here.” 

She smiled widely and opened it carefully, making sure to keep the wrapping paper intact. Once it was completely revealed, her smile widened, and she hugged me, “Thank you! Daddy, can you help me put it on, please?” Rosie stood up and walked over to John, the fluffy jumper in her hands as she held it out to him. He chuckled in response and bent down, taking it from her and helping her get it over her head. Once he’d stood back up he realised what the jumper made Rosie look like and he glared at me, causing me to just laugh, “It’s cute, plus, I know your fondness for Hedgehogs, John. Are you annoyed I didn’t get you a matching one?”

“(Y/n), why are you wearing gloves inside?”

I froze up, not wanting Sherlock to realise the real reason, even though I had a feeling he’d already worked it out but he just wanted me to admit it to annoy me. At this point, Rosie had climbed back on my lap and was messing with my gloves, probably what had alerted Sherlock to the fact I was wearing gloves in the first place, but before I could stop her she’d pulled the left one off.

Immediately, Sherlock was glaring at Greg, having noticed the ring on my finger, but before he could say anything, I spoke up, “Sherlock, I know what you’re going to say, but it’s not you who gets to decide who I marry, and before you try to counter me, Greg asked Mum and Dad first if it was alright for him to propose and they said yes so, you can’t say anything.” I spoke, removing Rosie from my lap, and standing up, crouching down beside my bag again and pulling out a much smaller wrapped gift than the one I’d handed to Rosie, and sat down on the sofa again next to Greg, “Here, may as well give this to you now before Sherlock deduces me.”

Greg smiled and complied, unwrapping the gift and just looked at me, “Is this real?”

I nodded and hugged him, “Yeah. You’re gonna be a dad. And you,” I paused and turned to Sherlock, “Are NOT allowed to show them any of your experiments, I don’t want their innocence ruined at a young age.”

“I’ll try…”

“Good Sherlock,” I smirked, petting his head, “You’re almost back in my good books. Now who wants more presents?”

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Day 2 done, yeah this didn’t go how I intended… but it’s written.

Decided to open an Ask Page/Side Blog. It will be on @thenasrandomness so please go follow me there to ask the questions and for more details

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.”

-------------------------------- (A few years later)

“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

A Note

I now write Glee oneshots! Please request

Blaine Oneshot - Some Secrets are Worth Sharing

Requested?: No

Prompt: None

Type of oneshot: Fluff

Reader's Relations: None of importance

Warnings: None I can think of

Other notes: 1) You’re the principal of Dalton’s daughter. 2) You’ve been pretending to be a guy for a while. 3) Sebastian is in this, but i haven’t actually watched any of the episodes where he’s in (i’m only on like season 2) so he’s prob going to be ooc, but even then he only appears for like a minute, and you’re really good friends with him. 4) (M/n) means male name (cause you’re pretending to be a guy.) 5) Kurt doesn’t like Blaine in this (Kurt is my special lil bean and I don’t wanna make him sad)

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“Can I ask you a question? Are you guys all gay?”

I let out a small chuckle at Kurt’s question, before taking a sip of the (insert drink) in front of me, as Blaine answered his question, “Uh, uh, no. I am, but no, these two have girlfriends.”

“I’m bisexual,” I spoke up, after swallowing the mouthful of (drink).

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“Seb! Come back here! I told you to stop stealing my things!”

I turned around and got out of the way just in time so I didn’t get knocked over by Sebastian running, however, (M/n) did bump into me, “Sorry! I wasn’t looking where I was going. Sebastian stole my comb again and he won’t give it back, gotta run!” before he ran off chasing Sebastian again. Kurt helped me stand up and I thanked him, “Kurt, can I tell you something? I’m in love… with (M/n).”

“I’m happy for you Blaine, really! Just tell him!”

I shook my head, “I can’t.”

“Why?” Kurt asked, “It’s not like he’s straight or something.”

“It’s not that. It’s obvious he likes Sebastian, and I can tell Sebastian feels the same.”

“How do you know for certain? Because of the amount of time they hang out with each other? I’ll ask (M/n) if he likes anyone and try get him to tell me who, then you’ll have your answer.”

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“(M/n), question. Do you like Sebastian?”

“Well, yeah. Of course, I do! He’s my best friend.”

Kurt just let out a groan, “I mean romantically.”

“Oh… No, I don’t. Plus he’s gay anyway,” I replied, staring up at the clouds.

“But you’re a guy too…. Wait a minute, (M/n), are you a gi-”

“SHHHH! Fine, yes, just don’t tell anyone.”

“How though? Dalton’s an all-boys school.”

“My dad’s the principal. To be honest with you, Kurt, I got bullied at my old school because I was bisexual. I begged my dad to let me come to Dalton because of the ‘No bullying’ policy and he did immediately say no, due to Dalton being an all-boys school, but I told him that I could pretend to be a guy. I would take cutting my hair and wearing a binder over being bullied any day of the week, so my dad agreed, and I’ve been going here ever since. You and Sebastian are the only two that know I’m a girl, that’s why Sebastian keeps stealing my stuff. I’d like to keep it that way if you don’t mind, so please don’t tell anyone! Please, I’m begging you.”

Kurt just gave me a hug, “I promise I won’t say a word.”

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“Where is it? Where are you, you stupid binder?!” These were some of the questions that were floating around my head as I searched my room, almost turning it upside down trying to find it. I eventually gave up and growled to myself as I buttoned up my Dalton blazer, fixing my hair in the mirror, “Well, I guess I’ll have to roast today,” I told myself as I looked out the window, seeing that the sun was shining brightly. I sighed and left my room heading to my first class of the day.

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“Curse you, sun!” I growled, lying on my back, fanning myself with my hand, “Why does it have to be so hot?!”

I heard Blaine chuckling beside me, “Just take your blazer off, (M/n). We’re allowed to if it's this hot.”

“NO!” I exclaimed, swatting his hand away as he placed it on my shoulder, shocking him and Kurt, “I-I mean… I don’t want to get it dirty… So I’d rather keep it on.”

“Then just unbutton it.”

I shook my head, “No.”

“What are you hiding? (M/n), I know you’re hiding something from me… Tell me,” Blaine protested starting to poke me, knowing it got on my nerves. I rolled my eyes and mouthed to Kurt for him to help me. He smirked and just gave Blaine a nudge, pushing him into me, causing us to fall onto the grass. I felt my face heat up and I saw Blaine’s eyes widen when we realised where his hands were: on my chest.

“Y-you’re a girl?!”

I immediately pushed him off me and ran off, ignoring his shouts for me to come back, and ran back to my dorm room, shutting myself in.

A few minutes later, I heard a knock on the door of my dorm room, “(M/n)... You in there?”

“Go away!” I replied, “I know you hate me or not telling you-”

“I don’t,” I heard Blaine reply from the other side, “I want to talk to you. Please?” I sighed and stood up, opening the door, and letting Blaine inside. I encouraged him to sit next to me on my bed and spoke quickly, “Yes I am a girl, my real name is (Y/n), but you can’t tell anyone else, please. I’ve been pretending to be a boy cause I persuaded my dad, who is the principal, to let me come here because I was bullied for being bisexual at my old school, so when he let me come here, I cut my hair and started wearing a binder so I’d seem more like a boy. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you, but my father didn’t want me to tell anyone.”

“Does anyone else know?”

I nodded, “Sebastian and Kurt. Sebastian because he walked in on me getting dressed once, and I’m sure the image still hasn’t left his brain, and Kurt because when I was telling him I didn’t have romantic feelings for Sebastian, I said “Plus he’s gay anyway”, and Kurt figured it out from that that I wasn’t a boy. I pro-”

I was cut off when he took my cheek in his hand, kissing me. I was shocked due to the fact that I’d thought he liked Kurt, but wrapped my arms around him, kissing back, something I’d wanted to do for ages. When we broke off, I spoke up, “B-but I thought you were gay.”

“I thought I was too. When I realised I was in love with you, I thought I was gay, but now, at least bisexual.”

“So, even though you know I’m a girl, your feelings haven’t changed?”

Blaine nodded and I smiled, “Does that mean I can kiss you again?”

He chuckled and nodded, kissing me again.

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More oneshot…

2023 FandomMas Day 4 - Newt Scamander

Fandom: Fantastic Beasts

Prompt: None

Reader's Relations: Newt’s girlfriend

Other Notes: This is set in the modern day by the way,

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“Oh come on, Pickett. There’s no need for that attitude.”

I just giggled as the bowtruckle in question stuck his tongue out at Newt, blowing a raspberry, causing him to look in my direction, “What?”

“It’s cute. You treat your creatures like children. I wonder what you’d be like with actual children, Newt,” I replied, leaning over and pecking his cheek, wrapping my arms around him. I broke off when I felt a weight on my shoulder and looked to my left to see Pickett sitting there, glaring at Newt, causing me to giggle again at his protests, “Pickett, going to (Y/n) won’t help your case.”

“Come on, Newt. It’s hard to stay mad at him when he’s this cute,” I spoke, letting Pickett ride on my shoulder as I walked over to the baby nifflers, hearing Newt muttering something about Pickett favouring me. After feeding the nifflers I walked back over to Newt, “I’m sure Pickett still loves you. I’d probably just call it a ‘phase’ that he’s being grumpy with you. I have a feeling he’ll be back to riding in your pocket in a few weeks, or even before then.”

I gave him another peck on the cheek and turned around, walking towards the stairs so I could go and get some food for myself, having been down with all the creatures all day. Just as I got to the bottom of the stairs, I felt Newt grab my wrist, “(Y/n), about what you said earlier… what did you mean about the whole ‘children’ thing?”

“Oh, I was just stating that you treat the creatures like your children and that I was wondering if you’d treat human children the same,” I replied, wrapping my arms around his neck, and leaning into his ear, “Because I think you’d be a great father.”

Without another word, I left him there completely stunned as to what I was implying as I made my way up the stairs and into the kitchen to get some food. A few minutes later, just as I was getting a plate out, I felt arms wrap around my waist. Now, if it hadn’t been 10 o-clock at night, and we hadn’t made sure that all the doors and windows were locked, I probably would have screamed, but due to the gently touch and the fact that I knew there was only one person who would dare to wrap their arms around my waist, I didn’t.

“Hey, Newt. Did you need something?” I asked, turning around after I placed the plate down on the bench, wrapping my arms around his neck.

“Not entirely, but I would like you to tell me something. What exactly were you implying earlier? When you said I’d be a good father?”

I giggled, my heart rate increasing at the fact that he was starting to work out what I meant/what I wanted, “I meant exactly what I said. You’d be a great father, Newt, and honestly,” I paused and bit my lip, not wanting to tell him what I was trying to tell him because I knew he already felt like all his creatures were his ‘children’ I was unsure whether he’d  want human children around too, but I put the thoughts aside and continued, “I want to have kids.”

I muttered it more to myself than him and looked down, avoiding eye contact with him, so I didn’t have to see his reaction, leading me to be extremely surprised and let out a scream when Newt picked me up, causing me to tighten my grip around his neck, “Newton Artemis Fido Scamander! Put me down!”

“I understand now, (Y/n), and we’re not going to have children if we just stand around her waiting.”

I gasped and realised what he meant, causing my face to turn red as he continued to carry me up to our shared bedroom.

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“Thank you, Queenie, but how did you know?” I spoke, placing the small white knitted boots to one side so I could fold up the wrapping paper, “We haven’t even told anyone yet.”

“Oh, Honey, I can read your mind remember?” Queenie replied, “You shouldn’t have been thinking about it the last time you saw us.” I mentally slapped myself at forgetting the fact that Queenie was a legillimens and smiled, standing up and placing the small boots in the draw where I’d put the first ultrasound of mine and Newt’s baby. I returned to the living room to see Newt and Theseus talking to each other in a corner of the room, the latter grasping the former’s other arms.

NEWT’S POV

“You’ve got this, just ask her. What could go wrong?”

“She could say no. Theseus, you don’t know how much I love her, it’s going to hurt too much if she says no.”

“Which is not going to happen. I know that. She loves you, right?” I nodded and he continued, “She’s going to say yes, I know it. She’s carrying your child, Newt. She wanted you to be the father of her child/children, because she might want more in the future, she’s not going to say no.”

“If she does, I’m never speaking to you again,” I replied, as he let me go and I fiddled with the small box in my pocket, before walking back over to where (Y/n) was sitting.

YOUR POV

“(Y/n), I need to ask you something…”

I snapped from my daze of thinking about the future, and looked up at Newt, “Hm? Of course, go ahead Newt.” I could see him shaking and I could tell his heart rate had increased as he fiddled with something in his pocket, “(Y/n), I love you so much and… well I’m not good at this so I’m going just going to get straight to the point. It would make my Christmas if you were to marry me,” he spoke, getting down on one knee in front of where I was sitting, pulling out a small box from the pocket he has his hand in earlier. I gasped loudly, feeling tears come to my eyes, “Of course!” I could see him breathe a sigh of relief as he sat down next to me, placing the ring on my finger. I just smiled, kissing him, “Were you nervous about asking me?” He gave a slight nod and I giggled, “There was no need to be Newt. I would have said yes any time. Plus I’m already carrying your child, what made you think I would say no?”

Instead of a response, he just dug his head into my neck in embarrassment causing a chuckle to leave my mouth, “It’s okay. I understand.”

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Day 4 written! This was supposed to originally be a completely different oneshot, but I thought of this this morning and wanted to write it before th other, the other will get written as part of FandomMas, I just don’t know when.