James Oneshot - Seven Minutes With Black

Blaine Oneshot - Love Story

Requested?: No (Please request…)

Prompt: None

Type of oneshot: Fluff/ kinda songfic

Reader's Relations: None

Warnings:  Mentions of Transphobia and bullying/there is that in this oneshot, if it makes you uncomfortable, don’t read this

Other notes: Reader is ftm trans in this, but the first part takes place before she reveals it to anyone, (M/n) means male name, for the majority of this oneshot, the reader will have he/him pronouns used. The reader also has dyslexia in this (It’s not a major plot point, but it’s mentioned a few times)

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I took a deep breath as I pulled down the zipper of my jumper that had been concealing my ‘what I don’t like about myself’ (I don’t remember what they called it) t-shirt, revealing the word ‘gender’ with an ‘I’m trans’ in brackets underneath. The whole room went silent as the rest of the Glee Club stared at me, increasing my anxiety, “I-is something wrong? Did I miss-spell something?”

“No, you didn’t (Y/n). It’s just that’s not what any of us were expecting.”

I gulped, “O-oh… so, are you guys okay with it? I don’t feel right in my body.”

“Oh please, (Y/n). You’re just doing this to get attention.”

I looked up from my feet when I heard that come from Santana’s mouth, “W-what? Listen, I know you can be a bitch sometimes, but I’m not doing this for attention. I genuinely do not feel comfortable with my body, and if any of you respect my decisions, then you’ll call me (M/n) from now on,” I spoke, feeling the tears trying to escape my eyes as I turned around, zipping my jumper back up and leaving the choir room, before remembering and turning around, “And for the record, I thought Glee Club was a place where we could be ourselves, but I see that doesn’t apply to me. Mr Schuester, I’m leaving Glee Club.” That was the last thing I said before leaving the room properly, letting the tears fall now.

I made my way to a small secluded area of greenery on the school grounds that no one else seemed to know about as I never saw anyone else there, and sat down with my back against the tree I always did, curling up in a ball and sobbing my eyes out. Eventually, I calmed down a bit, and that’s when my conversation with my mother from a few weeks prior came into my head and I pulled out my phone, went onto her contact:

‘Remember that conversation we were having a few weeks ago? I’ve made my decision. I want to transfer.’

“(M/n)?! I know you’re here!” My ears perked up at the sound of my new name, and I realised that at least someone respected my decisions and smiled sadly when I looked up to see Kurt.

“Hi.”

Instead of giving me a response, Kurt sat down next to me and pulled me into a hug, “Let it out, (M/n). You’re still fabulous to me, no matter how you choose to identify.”

“Thanks, Kurt. I’m glad I’ve got a friend in you.”

He just smiled at me and squeezed me in a tighter hug, but before he could say anything, my phone pinged. I opened it up and saw a message from my mother, “Glad you’ve made a decision. I will email now about your transfer, see you later.”

I sent a ‘see you later’ back and sighed, leaning into Kurt more, “I’m going to tell you something, and you have to promise not to tell anyone, okay? Of, if it does come up, then you have to say that you don’t know why, okay?”

Kurt nodded and I wiped my eyes, “I’m transferring.”

“Okay. Not what I was expecting you to say. Am I allowed to know where?”

I nodded, “Dalton Academy. Before you start saying it’s an all-boys school, my mum knows of my… change in gender, and when she does all my transfer stuff, my new name will be used, thank you again for not using my dead name.”

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“Okay. Sectionals are coming up and we need to decide what song we are going to sing. Any suggestions?”

“Mr Schuester, aren’t we missing someone?”

“Right. Unfortunately, due to your inability to accept (M/n)’s decisions, he’s transferred schools, so will not be joining us.”

“What? (Y/n) is going to be competing against us?!”

“And it’s your fault, Santana. You were the one that started all the hate off,” I decided to speak up, standing up and turning to the cheerleader.

“Excuse me, I don’t recall asking for your opinion, Lady Hummel,” she replied getting closer to me. I just raised an eyebrow, “Really? Does it look like I care? Because I don’t care whether you asked for my opinion, at least I can speak the truth, and that truth is that (M/n) has transferred to a different school because of all the hate he was getting from you.”

“If you know so much, where did she transfer to?”

“I am not allowed to reveal that information. I am indeed aware of where (M/n) transferred but I have been asked not to reveal it, and you should respect that.”

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“I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to bump into you!” I squeaked out, helping the black-haired male up after standing up myself, the two of us having fallen over.

“It’s alright. I should have been looki-Do I know you?”

“I don’t think so. I’m (M/n). I just transferred here so I’d be surprised if you did know me,” I replied, smiling.

“Oh right. I’m Blaine. Do you need help at all?”

I shook my head, “Not at the moment, but thank you for asking. I hope that offer is going to continue to stand.”

“Of course. If you ever need help, you can come to me.”

“Thank you,” I smiled.

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“So, (M/n), truth or dare?”

I let out a small chuckle, “Truth.”

“What’s your orientation? Like what are you into?”

I just blinked in confusion, “Huh?”

“He means what’s your sexuality?”

“Oh. Well, it’s complicated. The best way to put it is that I’m into guys,” I replied, trying to hide my face.

“And why is that ‘complicated’?”

“That is confidential. You don’t need to know,” I responded, “If you’ve got a problem with the fact that I’d rather keep some of my personal life private, Sebastian, then you need to think again because it’s called a ‘PERSONAL’ life for a reason.”

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“Are you nervous?”

“A little. Actually, that’s a lie. I’m completely freaking out. Look my nerves are all shot. This is my first competition performance since I transferred to Dalton, and I’m just scared I’m going to mess it up and-” I was cut off when Blaine grabbed my cheeks and kissed me. Before I could process it, he’d broken off and was apologising.

“There you two are! Positions, now. We’re on in a minute!”

Immediately, I moved away from Blaine, giving him a ‘we’ll talk about this later’ look as I dashed to the other side of the stage, making sure not to bump into anyone. I could feel myself shaking as I stood in the wings, waiting until it was time to go on stage.

“And now, please welcome to the stage, the Dalton Academy Warblers!”

I took one last deep breath, before walking on stage to the top of the set of ‘stairs’ (for lack of better word) on the stage, the rest of the Warblers taking their positions too, Blaine standing at the front of the stage. Soon it was time to start our performance, “We were both young when I first saw you. I close my eyes and the flashback starts. I'm standing there on a balcony in summer air.” I sang, facing the front feeling the nerves leave my body once I’d started singing.

“See the lights, see the party, the ball gowns, see you make your way through the crowd and say "Hello",” Blaine sang as I made my way through the rest of the Warblers, walking down so that I was at the front too. We continued singing the song, thankfully me not forgetting any of my words or movements on the stage and soon we got to the ending, “Oh, oh-oh. I got tired of waiting,” I sung as Blaine and I were now standing not facing each other at the front of the stage.

“Wondering if you were ever coming around, my faith in you was fading when I met you on the outskirts of town and I said…” Blaine sang as I got out of the grip he’d previously had on me as I turned to face him, “‘Romeo, save me, I've been feeling so alone. I keep waiting for you, but you never come. Is this in my head? I don't know what to think’. He knelt to the ground and pulled out a ring and said.”

“‘Marry me, Juliet, you'll never have to be alone. I love you, and that's all I really know. I talked to your dad, go pick out a white dress It's a love story, baby, just say yes.”

“Oh, oh-oh, oh, oh-oh, oh.”

“'Cause we were both young when I first saw you,” I sang the final line looking Blaine directly in the eye. Once we were off stage, I released the breath I didn’t realise I was holding and wracked my hands through my short hair, trying to calm myself down. That’s when I felt a tap on the shoulder and I turned around to see Blaine standing there, an apologetic look on his face, “(M/n). I’m sorry about what happen-” I cut him off, “Don’t apologise. Just a question. What would you do if I asked you to kiss me again?”

His head shot up and he looked me directly in the eye, probably looking for any signs of hesitation. I waved a hand in front of his face, “Am I going to get an answer?”

“It depends, are you going to ask me to kiss you?”

I rolled my eyes, “Kiss me?”

Instead of a verbal response, Blaine just grabbed my upper arms and pulled me closer to him, kissing me, before breaking off, “There’s your answer. If you asked me to kiss you, I’d do it.”

I smiled, “That makes me happy to hear because I might just ask you to do it again,” I smirked, booping him on the nose, “And for the record, I like you romantically. I’m not just trying to get you to kiss me for the fun of it.”

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I’m just going to leave this here… I probably could add more, but ehh

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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Cedric Oneshot - Sofia and James; Ace Shippers!

Requested?: No

Prompt: None

Type of oneshot: Fluff/Songfic

Song Used: I Won’t Say I’m in Love - Hercules

Timing: Between seasons 1 and 2, but the reader hasn’t met Sofia or Miranda yet (you do know Cedric however)

Reader's Relations: Roland’s sister

Warnings: None?

Other notes: None

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I smiled and thanked the footman who helped me out of the carriage, a hidden smirk on my face as I walked up to the doors to the castle, shocking a few of the maids who were dotting about doing their daily tasks.

“I missed you!” I squealed running up and hugging my brother from behind after finding him.

“(Y-(Y/n)? You didn’t give any notice you were coming.”

“Did you not get my letter? Oh yeah.. Cause I never sent one,” I giggled, “Surprise visit!”

“If you say so. How long are you planning to stay?”

“However long you feel you can put up with me for, Roly,” I replied, patting him on the head, “I just wanted to see you. Is that so wrong?”

“No. I supposed it’s not. Would you mind getting off me though?”

“Fine. My party pooper!” I muttered, letting him go and turning around, only to squeal and jump back into his arms, “That is a child I’ve never seen! Where did you come from?!”

“I’m Sofia.”

“Uh-huh… mind telling me who this child is, and why she’s dressed like a princess, dear brother?” I spoke, the last part directed towards my brother.

“If you stand on your own two feet I’ll explain.”

I rolled my eyes and stood back down on the floor again, “Now explain.”

“I believe I told you about the fact I’d found a new queen, right?”

“Yes, but still doesn’t explain the literal child I’ve never seen before!” I replied, pouting.

Roland just sighed, “If you let me finish. Sofia is my new stepdaughter as a result of it. Does that answer your question?”

“Ohhh… Yes. Well, it’s nice to meet you, Sofia.”

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I let out a small giggle as Cedric accidentally messed up on of his spells, resulting in flowers all over the throne room floor.

“Merlin’s mushrooms…”

“It’s alright. You don’t need to be so nervous. I’ll help you clear them up.”

“No, it’s fine, Miss. I can do it,” Cedric replied, bending down and starting to pick up the flowers. I let out another giggle and bent down, picking up some of them in my hands, “I insist. There’s a lot. It will take you all day to do it alone.”

We eventually got them all picked up and placed in a bag so that they could be used for some form of art project for one of the kids, well all of them went in, except one, that Cedric placed behind my ear, “I-it brings out your eyes.”

I felt my face turn slightly pink and I quickly leaned up pressing a kiss to his cheek, but before anything could be said on the matter, I heard my name, “Aunt (Y/n)!”

“Yes, James?” I asked, turning around and bending down to his level, “What can your favourite Aunt do for you?”

“Can you come and play pirates with me? Amber’s having a tea party and Sofia’s playing with her animal friends, so I don’t have anyone to play with.”

“Of course. You had me at ‘pirates’!” I responded standing up, “Just let me go and get changed real quick into something more appropriate for playing. I don’t want to ruin this dress.”

This is your dress btw. I might end up making an oc and changing it a bit, but this is a rough design, just remove the white bits on the top.

James nodded and turned around running off, probably up to the treehouse boat. I chuckled and turned around, ready to start walking up to the room I was staying it, when Cedric appeared right in front of me. I just froze, and shot off, not wanting to explain me kissing his cheek. I managed to get up to my room without bumping into anyone else and found my ‘adverturing’ clothes.

(Just imaging it’s more blue, pic was found on Pinterest, same for the dress)

As I got changed, I knocked the flower out of my hair, seeing it fall onto the floor. I sighed and picked it up, letting out a chuckle before placing it on the bed, “Urgh. What’s the matter with me?” I muttered, remembering the first guy I’d fallen in love with who had broken my heart after I’d sacrificed so much for him, “If there's a prize for rotten judgment I guess I've already won that. No man is worth the aggravation, that's ancient history, been there, done that,” I continued muttering to myself remembering I’d vowed never to fall in love again. That’s when I heard whispering from the other side of the door and I walked over, opening it, and being surprised to see Sofia and James standing there, ears to my door, “Why were you two eavesdropping?”

“Who d'you think you're kiddin'? He's the earth and heaven to you; Try to keep it hidden, Honey, we can see right through you,” Sofia spoke, walking up to me, a smirk on her face, nodding to James as well, who then joined in, “Girl, you can't conceal it, we know how you're feelin', who you're thinkin' of.”

“No chance, no way I won't say it, no, no,” I retorted turning around so my back was facing the two children.

You swoon, you sigh, why deny it? Uh-oh,” Sofia pointed out, appearing in front of me as I tried to hide my face from them, “It's too cliché I won't say I'm in love,” I spoke, continuing my attempt to ignore them, even though they were already starting to get into my head. I sighed and walked over to my bed, sitting down, Sofia and James following and sitting on either side of me, “I thought my heart had learned its lesson. It feels so good when you start out. My head is screaming, "Get a grip, girl", "Unless you're dyin' to cry your heart out".”

“You keep on denying who you are and how you're feeling.(Y/n), we're not buying, Hon, we saw you hit the ceiling,” Sofia continued as James chimed in again, “Face it like a grown-up, when ya gonna own up that you got, got, got it bad?”

The two of them continued to attempt to convince me I was in love with Cedric,  until eventually I half-agreed, “At least, out loud I won't say I'm in love,” I grumbled out, my face going red as the two of them cheered, smirks appearing on their faces as they stood up and ran out.

“Wait, James, did you still want to play pirates? Or did I get changed for nothing?” I asked, motioning to the fact I was still in my alternate outfit.

“Oh yeah! Yes I do, come on!” he paused and muttered something in Sofia’s ear before running back and grabbing my hand, dragging me off, as the brown-haired princess walked off in the other direction, something I paid no attention to at the time.

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“JAMES, SOFIA! I AM YOUR AUNT LET ME OUT OF HERE!” I shouted as the two of them trapped inside a random room and I heard them knocking the door. I sighed and started grumbling to myself, “Stupid children. James knows I don’t like enclosed spaces…”

“Miss (Y/n)?”

“Cedric?! What are you doing in here?” I asked, looking up at the sound of his voice.

“Princess Sofia shut me inside and said something about confessing before closing the door.”

“Oh. She did the same thing to me actually, and I think I know why. When I went to get changed to go and play pirates with James, the flower you put in my hair fell out and it led me to singing, and Sofia and James heard and were trying to convince me of the contrary. I’ve fallen in love with you, Cedric.”

“W-what? Me? A-are you-” I cut him off by leaning up and kissing his cheek again, “Yeah.”

“Why?”

“Because you’re you. H-how do you feel abo-” I was cut off thi time by him grabbing me by my upper arms and kissing me. I melted into it, wrapping my  arms around his neck.

“I call flower girl!”

We broke off and turned around to see Sofia and James standing behind us, the former with a key in her hand, and our faces turned red, “This was your plan wasn’t it?”

The two of them nodded before rushing off. I just sighed and turned my attention back to Cedric, kissing him again.

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So this was longer than expected… please don’t judge me. A friend dared me to watch it again and well, you guys know how my brain randomly thinks of ideas.

Kinktober 2024!

Scent // Dirty Talk

Oral Fixation // Feet

Honeymoon // Shibari

Aphrodisiac // Breeding

Foreplay Only // Knifeplay

Birthday Sex // Threesome

Against A Wall // Pegging

Striptease // BDSM

Pillow Fight // Praise Kink

No Hands // Temperature Play

Multiple Orgasms // Hair Pulling

Clothes On // Facefucking

Makeup Sex // Mirror Sex

Hotel // Aftercare

Break

Quickie // Oral Sex/69

Sex on the Beach // Masturbation

Can't Sleep // Sex Toys

First Time // Tattoos

Sexting // Double Penetration

Temptation // Roleplay

Wet Dream // Spanking

To The Music // Tights/Stockings

Morning Sex // Body Worship

Black Tie Affair // Food Play

Interrupted // Thigh Riding

Bare // Public Sex

Photoshoot // Leather/Latex

Dirty Little Secret // Love Bites

Lace // Restraints

Scars // Monsterfucking

Please give me a character from a random listed on my masterlist and a number, either option 1 or 2. Please use the Ask box to request characters. I'll update this as I get requests. A strikethrough means I'm not comfortable writing that subject.

I prob won't write them in that order, they'll be written in the order they get requested.

Kinktober 2024 update:

So as I only got 1 request, I've randomly generated characters from my fandoms for this... this is the order they'll be written in, day 1 will hopefully be up soon. ALL WRITTEN WITH FEMALE READER. I'm still stuck for some of the prompts so please give me suggestions! Must be from my fandom list though.

Dirty Talk - Phoenix Wright (Ace Attorney)

Oral Fixation - Sebastian Michaelis (Black Butler)

Honeymoon - Christophe Giacometti (Yuri on Ice)

Breeding - Simon Blackquill (Ace Attorney)

BREAK

Birthday Sex - Viktor Nikiforov (Yuri on Ice)

Against A Wall - Childe (Genshin Impact)

Striptease - Newt Scamander (Fantastic Beasts)

Pillow Fight - Jesse St. James (Glee)

No Hands - Klavier Gavin (Ace Attorney)

Multiple Orgasms - America (Hetalia)

Clothes On - Professor Sycamore (Pokémon)

Makeup sex - Sebastian Smythe (Glee)

Hotel - Yuuri Katsuki (Yuri on Ice)

BREAK

Quickie - James Potter (Harry Potter/Marauders)

Masturbation - John Laurens (Hamilton)

Can't Sleep - Miles Edgeworth (Ace Attorney)

First Time - Herlock Sholmes (The Great Ace Attorney)

Sexting -

Temptation -

Wet Dream -

BREAK

Morning Sex - Norway (Hetalia)

Black Tie Affair - Trucy Wright (Ace Attorney) - AGED UP

Interrupted - Albedo (Genshin Impact)

Bare - Apollo Justice (Ace Attorney)

Photoshoot -

Dirty Little Secret -

Lace - Ciel Phantomhive (Black Butler) - AGED UP

Scars - Remus Lupin (Harry Potter/Marauders)

Note to the person who requested Norway, I apologise, but I forgot that I meant to strike-though the thigh riding for day 26... sorry!

A Note

I now write Glee oneshots! Please request

Sirius Oneshot - It's the Inside that Counts

Requested?: No

Prompt: None

Type of oneshot: Fluff?

Timing: Marauders’ Era (7th Year)

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

Reader’s House: Gryffindor

Warnings: Bullying

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

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

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

“(Y/n)? Where are you going?”

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

—------------------SIRIUS’ POV

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Thank you.”

“Wait a minute, I have an idea.”

“Huh? What do you mean, Moony?”

“Just, give me a minute.”

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

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

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

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

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

“(Y/n)?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Thank you. I love you, Sirius.”

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

Hehe, more Sirius fluff.

A few notes.

So I’m planning to do both Kinktober, a s what I call FandomMas this year. If you don’t know, FandomMas is my oneshot advent calendar type thing. So from the first of December, a oneshot will be written/posted a day til the 25th. I still need ideas though. Please request characters only from my masterlist with a small plot idea. all plots for FandomMas must be Christmas related all for Kinktober must give me a character and a kink. for requesting both please do it via asks. as I don’t check tumblr often so I prob won’t see if you comment on this post

Requested?: No

Prompt: None

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

Warnings: None?

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

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

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

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

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

"Can I be of any help?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Eww!"

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

"I don't want to watch this!"

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

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

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

"Not just any photo, Sherly."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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