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Professor Sycamore Oneshot - Thank You?

Requested?: No

Prompt: None

Type of oneshot: Fluff

Reader's Relations: None

Reader’s Home Region: Kalos

Reader’s Pokémon Team: Froakie (others up to you/unmentioned)

Warnings: None

Other notes: None

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“SOPHIE! Where are you?!” I shouted, coming out of the room where the injured and sick Pokémon were.

“Oh, hello, (Y/n). Need something?” I turned around to see the girl in question walking up to me, a Chespin by her side. 

“How could you? You said you’d keep it a secret!” I shouted again, not caring if anyone else heard us, I was annoyed and Sophie deserved what was coming.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, (Y/n). Seriously, why has got you so mad?”

I took a deep breath, muttering, “Clear skies, clear skies,” to myself before turning back to Sophie, “I told you to keep m crush a secret! Why did you tell him?!”

“Oh that… It’s for your own good, (Y/n). Trust me.”

“How is telling someone who is never in a million years going to like me in the same way that I like him that I have a crush on him ‘for my own good’?! I thought you were my friend, Sophie! This is why the professor’s been ignoring me because he doesn’t want to speak to me!” At this, my Froakie, who had been watching the scene play out from my feet sent a water gun right in Sophie’s face. 

“(Y/n), please stop shouting! Unless you want the whole of Lumiose City to hear you!” Sophie spoke, wiping the worst of the water from her face. 

“And what is going on here?”

We both turned on our heels, Froakie jumping on my shoulder, to see Professor Sycamore standing there, a look of disappointment on his face, Gabby standing behind him. I felt my face turn red at the realisation that he’d heard our argument and looked down at my feet, neither me nor Sophie saying a word.

“I will ask you again, why were you arguing?”

Again I stayed quiet, continuing with my newfound fascination with the floor, still annoyed at Sophie for letting the proverbial Meostic out of the bag, but I still didn’t want to admit it to the Professor’s face that I had a massive crush on him.

“Well, I see neither of you will talk, if I hear anything about any arguments for the rest of the day, you’ll have to be shut in a room together until you learn to get along.”

I nodded, Sophie doing the same, and Professor Sycamore turned around, giving Gabby a pat on the muzzle, before turning back around to face us, “Oh, and (Y/n), I need to speak with you, alone.” The last word seemed to be directed towards Gabby, as the friendly Garchomp nodded, allowing Froakie to jump on her shoulder, and walked off in a different direction. I let out an involuntary gulp and nodded, “Yes Professor, of course.” even though I knew fine well why he wanted to talk to me, I could already hear it in my head, (Y/n), I know you have a ‘crush’ on me, so to speak, however, this is a professional setting, and I am your boss, and that’s all I will ever be. We soon reached his office and the door was closed behind me.

“(Y/n), do you have any idea why I wanted to speak to you?”

I gulped, before taking a deep breath in, “Listen, just let me say this, Professor. I am so sorry! I know it’s unprofessional of me to have a crush on you when you’re my boss, but I can’t help it. I-” I was cut off when he placed a finger on my lips, causing my eyes to widen as he leaned into my ear, whispering, “I can think of better things for your mouth to be doing right now than these apologies.”

I felt my face turn the same colour as the inside of a Fennekin’s ears and my eyes widened but before I could say anything, Professor Sycamore had kissed me, pinning me against the closed door. It was short, but once he broke away, he leaned into my ear again, “I think you should go and thank Sophie." I just stood there, perplexed, lifting a finger to my lips, “A-am I dreaming right now?”

The professor just chuckled, moving his hands to hold my hips, “Need me to confirm that this is reality?” I slowly nodded and he leaned closer, kissing me again.

“Definitely not dreaming. Professor, what does this make us?”

“Well, after what Sophie told me, I was hoping you’d like to be my girlfriend.”

My eyes widened again, “I’d love to be your girlfriend. I-is that all, Professor? I need to go and check on some of the injured Pokémon.”

“One thing. From now on, call me Augustine, Ma Cherie.”

I felt my cheeks tint again at the nickname, and nodded, “Will do Augustine.” With a final goodbye, I turned around and left his office.

“Someone’s happy.”

“Oh be quiet, Sophie. I-I’m sorry for both shouting at and doubting you and also thank you.”

“You’re welcome. So, can I be a bridesmaid at the wedding?”

I felt my face flare up bright red again, “SOPHIE! TOO EARLY FOR THAT!”

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

Here’s just some fluff. I have another idea that I will be writing probably either later tonight or tomorrow…

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.

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Deductions or Doctor? - John x Reader

Requested?: No

Prompt: None

Reader's Relations: Sherlock and Mycroft's Sister

Warnings: None

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

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

"And what's up with you?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Hmm."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"That tastes perfectly normal."

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

"You're pregnant."

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

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

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

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

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

"One night stand."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Okay fine, but not right now."

"Okay."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Got it, Sherlock."

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

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

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

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

------------------PART 2

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."

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

"Sherlock? Your phone buzzed."

"Hmm, can you read it for me."

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

"Are you going to tell me?"

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

"W-what? How does Lestrade know?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

"What are you talking about?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"What?"

"Run. On 3."

"What about you?"

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

"I'm waiting."

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

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

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

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

"She didn't… did she?"

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

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

YOUR POV

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Sunset Oneshot - Forgiveness, Can You Imagine?

Prompt: None

Type of oneshot: Angst/Fluff

Reader's Relations: Sunset's gf

Reader's Pony Type: Unapplicable, cause human world

Warnings: mentions of cheating and teen pregnancy, swearing

Other notes: Don't ask how I thought of this, it just came to my head…. Also, for this oneshot, you, Sunset and Twilight (SciTwi) share a house. Also, I fully believe in the headcanon of Sunset and Sunburst being siblings. Also, lmk if you get the title reference

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I leaned back from the toilet after having thrown my guts up and took a deep breath before slowly standing up and washing my face.

"Y-you all right, (Y/n)?" Twilight asked standing up too from holding my hair back. I nodded, "Yeah, I feel fine now."

"Are you sure? This has been going on for a couple of weeks, maybe you should go to the doctor."

I shook my head, "I said I'm fine! Please Twi, just drop it. Trust me"

I walked out of the bathroom and bumped into Sunset, "You okay, (Y/n)?" I nodded, "Yeah… I'm fine, just going to get some food…" Before I could get down the hall, however, Sunset grabbed my wrist. I froze, knowing her power from the geode. She let go, "(Y-(Y/n)… Y-you're…" I knew what she was trying to say and I knew what she saw in my memories. I bit my lip and nodded, "I'm so sorry, Sun, I love you I promise, it was a drunken mistake. I know it was still wrong though and I understand if you never want to forgive me-"

She interrupted and pushed past me, "I-I need some time to think, (Y/n)," before walking out the front door. I literally collapsed onto the floor and sobbed, reprimanding myself for my drunken mistakes. I was surprised when I felt Twilight's hand on my shoulder, "You want to sit down somewhere more comfortable?" she asked, an apologetic smile on her face. I sadly nodded, "T-thanks, Twi, b-but aren't you going to shout at me too? I literally cheated on Sunset!"

She helped me stand up and wrapped an arm around my shoulder, "No. I know you were drunk at the time, a lot of mistakes happen when people are drunk, so I know that that part isn't your fault, but I am annoyed at you for letting yourself get drunk enough to have no clear thoughts."

About half an hour later, the door burst open, "WHAT HAPPENED?!"

I looked up from crying on Twilight's shoulder to see the rest of our friends lying on the ground, well everyone but Rarity, who was standing up out of the way. Clearly Rainbow had been the one to open the door, her being at the bottom of the pile.

The four in the pile stood up and walked into the living room, Rarity being the first one to rush over, "Oh Darling, what happened? You must simply tell us," she spoke, taking out her handkerchief to wipe my tears. I stifled a giggle at her antics and shook my head, pushing her away slightly, "I-I can't, you guys are going to hate me forever." In response to this Twilight wrapped an arm around me again and I snuggled into her.

"Sugarcube, there ain't anything you can tell us that would make us hate you."

I sighed, "Thanks, AJ, but I think this might."

"(Y/n), they'll forgive you, just like me and Sunset. Trust me." I tensed at the mention of Sunset's name and sighed, "I-I don't want to talk about it."

"Oooh! Let me guess! You got drunk a few weeks ago and ended up doing the (inset random Pinkie noises) with a guy and you ended up pregnant from it. Sunset worked it out and then she ran off knowing that the baby can't be hers cause of how Biology works, all she said was 'I need some time to think' and you took that as her wanting to break up with you, and Twilight is on your side and also knows you're pregnant and you were scared to tell us because you thought we'd take Sunset's side and hate you forever!"

I blinked several times as  the rest of our friends just stared at Pinkie, mouths open, Fluttershy spoke up, "I-I'm sure that's not it, right, (Y/n)?" I shook my head, "Actually…" I paused and took a deep breath, feeling Twilight squeeze my arm as a confidence boost, "Pinkie's pretty much spot on, the only thing wrong with her explanation was the fact Twilight didn't actually know I was pregnant until when Sunset worked it out." Fluttershy, Rarity, Dash and AJ just turned to me and I froze expecting them to be mad, but instead, they all hugged me, shocking me completely, "Y-you guys aren't mad?"

"No of course not! We're your friends, (Y/n), we support you through anything!"

I smiled and wiped my tears again, "Thanks Rainbow, but really? I mean, you guys have been friends with Sunset longer, so why are you taking my side?"

"I TOLD YOU I'M NOT READY TO TALK TO HER! PUT ME DOWN!" I looked to my friends before we all stood up and walked to the front door to see Sunburst walking towards the house, Sunset over his shoulder, her hitting his back, "PUT ME DOWN! YOU ABSOLUTE PEST! HOW MANY TIMES?"

"And you have to remember I am older than you."

"That doesn't give you the right to do this! I told you I-" Sunset was cut off when Sunburst put her down facing the front door where we were all standing. I bit my lip and refused to look Sunset in the face. She turned to her brother who gave her a stare before rolling her eyes and looking back at me and sighing, "(Y/n), c-can I talk to you, please?" I nodded slowly and the girls behind me moved, allowing me to let Sunset in. I led her up to my room and closed the door behind us, sitting down on the bed. Sunset walked over awkwardly and sat next to me. I decided to look at my lap, avoiding eye contact with her, prompting her to take my hand in her, "(Y/n), I'm sorry for the way I acted earlier, I-"

"No. Sunset, I'm the one that should be apologising! I was the one that cheated on you, you did nothing wrong, I'm so sorry," I interrupted her, tears falling from my eyes, "I'm the one that should be begging for forgiveness!"

"(Y/n), you deserve an apology too. I had a talk with Sunburst and he helped me realise that it wasn't your fault. What happened is that you got drunk and it's the alcohol's fault. I-If you'll have me back, I'd love to raise the child with you. It may be earlier than we planned, we're still in college, but still. I will always love you. I know we were going to adopt a child in need of a home, but maybe instead we could adopt a slightly older child than our original plan and get them to help out with the baby. That sound okay?" I looked at her through my tear-stained eyes, "R-really? Y-you're forgiving me? Sunset I love you so much!" I squeaked, hugging her, and knocking her down on my bed. She smiled and took my cheek in her hand kissing me, "I love you too, (Y/n). Want to go tell our friends?"

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Finally a mlp oneshot written…. I'm going to try and write oneshots for fandoms I haven't written for a while so next will be Hamilton if I can think of an idea.

John Laurens Oneshot - Strangers to Lovers

Requested?: No

Prompt: “Take my seat.”

Type of oneshot: Fluff

Timing: Modern AU

Reader's Relations: None

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

Other notes: None?

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

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

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

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

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

“Thank you. Turtles are just the best!”

I let out a giggle, “I agree.”

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

“Oh, I’m (Y/n). What about you?”

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

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

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

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

-------------------JOHN’S POV

“John, what’s got you so distracted?”

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

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

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

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

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

“Tell her and I won’t.”

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

“On one condition; I’m driving.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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