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Remus oneshot - Frozen Heart

Requested?: No Prompt: None Type of oneshot: Fluff Timing: Marauders’ Era (7th Year) Reader's Relations: None/Friends with the Marauders Reader’s House: Gryffindor Warnings: None?

Other notes: The reader has ice powers and can create ice out of thin air, however, she isn’t very good at controlling it, leading her to wear gloves quite often, the reader still has normal magic abilities too.

“Come on, (Y/n)! Tell us!” “I’m not telling you who I have a crush on, it’s none of your business!” I retorted, trying to control my temper, not wanting to lash out and hit someone with my ice powers, “Plus, it’s not like they’d like me back anyway.” “But you’ll never know if you don’t try!” Jen persisted, leaning back onto me so she was lying on her back on my lap, looking up at me, “If you don’t tell them, then you’ll never know. Wouldn’t you rather tell them than wonder endlessly if they like you back?” “Uh… No. there’s no way they’d like me back, I already stated that. Plus, I know they like someone else, so not a chance in Gryffindor’s name will I ever tell them,” I replied, “Now, if you don’t mind, I’m going to bed before any of you piss me off,” I continued, standing up, causing Jen to fall onto the floor, “Ow! Could have told me!” I just ignored her and walked towards the stairs leading to the dorms, but before I could get to them, I felt someone pull one of my gloves off, and I turned around, “Remus, give me my glove back! Seriously, I don’t want to hurt you.” “I trust you not to hurt me, I just want to ask you something.” I felt my heart rate increase at having my crush right in front of me and the fact that I now had one of my hands ungloved, increasing the chances of me hitting someone with ice, “Give me my glove back! You don’t understand, I need that glove to keep you safe!” “(Y/n), Jen’s right. How do you know your crush doesn’t like you back if you’ve never asked them?” Despite my attempts to control my temper, I lost it and turned around, my ungloved hand going around first, releasing ice, some hitting Remus straight in the chest, causing him to recoil backwards, and drop my glove. In my rush to get my glove back, I noticed Sirius running up and catching Remus before the latter hit the ground. I started panicking, “I’m so sorry, Remus. I didn’t mean to! I just lost my temper and… I’m sorry.” “(Y/n), you don’t need to apologise, I shouldn’t have continued persisting. I’ll just go up to Madame Pomfrey and ask her to help.” “Moony, you’re hair… it’s turning white…”

At Sirius’ remark, my eyes shot up to look at Remus’ head and I saw Sirius was right, part of Remus’ hair was starting to turn white and I gasped, “Get him to Madame Pomfrey, now!”

I pouted, sitting with my arms crossed in front of the Hospital Wing, an annoyed look on my face. “(Y/n)? Why are you sitting out here?” “Free period,” I replied, pulling Sirius down next to me, keeping my eyes on the door of the Hospital Wing. “No, I know you’ve got a free period. I mean, why are you just sitting in front of the door? And why does it look like you’re spying? Why don’t you just go in?” “Madame Pomfrey banned me from the hospital wing. Not allowed in unless I’m actually injured because I was asking too many questions. I’m waiting for James to come and tell me how he is because I asked him to let me know how Remus was doing. This is all my fault. If I’d kept my temper in check, Remus wouldn’t be in the hospital wing right now. Stupid ice powers.” “It’s not your fault, we were all pestering you, to be honest.” “It is though! I’m the one with these ice powers, and now, because of my stupidity, we might lose one of the best people in the school!” Sirius just brought me into a hug, “Shh. I’m sure we won’t. Moony’s strong, whatever happened, he’ll pull through, I know.” Before I had a chance to respond, the door to the hospital wing opened and James came walking out, as he looked down at the floor. I ran up to him and grabbed his shoulders, Sirius following close behind as he was still confused at what I was talking about, “James! How is he? What’s his condition?” “Madame Pomfrey tried everything she could, but his hair is turning whiter by the minute, and he’s really cold, ice cold, his hands are starting to turn blue and-” “That’s enough. Please don’t say any more. Madame Pomfrey won’t be able to do anything to help him. There’s only one thing that will work now.” “What? (Y/n) if you know what it is then-” “I don’t though. My mother refused to tell me the one thing that can thaw a frozen heart.” “What do you mean by that?” I sighed and gulped, getting ready to explain, “When I turned around, and the ice came out of my hand, it hit Remus straight in the chest. As he recalled backwards, I noticed him bring his hand up to the left side of his chest, right above where his heart would be. My parents told me that there was only one way to thaw a frozen heart, but for some reason, they wouldn’t tell me what it was, telling me it was because they doubted I’d ever need to use it or it would never come to that. Can you two please go to the library, I know you hardly ever go there, but please, look for any books you can that mention ice powers and frozen hearts? Please? If not for me, for Remus?” The two of them nodded and dashed off in the direction of the library. I took a deep breath and knocked on the door of the hospital wing. Soon Madame Pomfrey appeared but before she could start reminding me I was banned for the foreseeable suture, I had spoken, “I know I’m banned, but please. I need to speak to Remus, I know what happened and I want to explain to him myself what happened.” She nodded and I smiled as she let me in. I immediately rushed over to Remus’ bed, to see him shivering and covered in blankets, his hair now snow white. I sat down next to him, “Remus, I’m so sorry! This is my fault.” “No, it’s mine. I was the one that was being persistent with you.”

“Remus, none of this is your fault. I can tell you what happened, I struck your heart with my ice, that’s why your hair is white and you’re so cold and everything. Eventually, you’ll start to freeze a-and-”

“(Y/n)! We found it!” My head shot up from its position and I saw James and Sirius running into the hospital wing, a book in the former’s hand, who had also been the one to shout. The two of them came rushing over, “Look, this is the only mention we could find but, apparently, “An act of true love with thaw a frozen heart.” So… someone’s gotta do something with true love to Moony here and he’ll be fine. True love’s kiss perhaps?” I turned back to Remus, my eyes wide as he looked me in the eye, “Do you have a girlfriend, Remus?” He shook his head, “What makes you think that? If I did, she’d probably be here worrying over me, wanting me to be okay, as far as I can see, you are the only gir here, (Y/n). Let me ask you, do you have a boyfriend?” If my eyes could get any wider, then they were as I shook my head, but before I could give a verbal response, there was a groan, “I can’t take it anymore!” Before I felt my head being pushed down, causing my lips to meet Remus’. I felt my face heat up and I immediately shot back, “I’m so sorry, Remus, I guess I must have tripped a bit.” He didn’t respond, however, instead, I felt a warm hand on my cheek, “You don’t have to apologise, (Y/n). I saw what happened,” Remus spoke, sending a glare towards Sirius, “At least I understand why you didn’t want to tell me who you had a crush on now, but now you know. True love, does thaw a frozen heart.” I finally looked up at this to see his hair back to normal, apart from a small white streak, and that his skin temperature was back to normal, causing me to gasp slightly at the revelation, “Y-you like me back?!” Remus just nodded, moving his hand up my face, rubbing my cheek with his thumb, “I have for a while. How could anyone not like you?” “Really? You have no idea how happy that makes me.” “(Y/n), may I kiss you?” I giggled as Remus’ hand travelled down to hold my chin, “Always a gentleman, asking first. Of course, you can, Remus.” With that said, he sat up properly and kissed me, pouring the years of want into the kiss. I kissed him back too, breaking off a few minutes later, “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that.” —---------------------END OF ONESHOT More Marauders’ oneshot because NO ONE IS REQUESTING. Please request if you want to see oneshots. I have my ask box on Tumblr open (@thenasoneshots)

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Helping Hand - Viktor Oneshot

Requested?: No

Prompt: None

Type of oneshot: Fluff

Reader's Relations: Viktor's best friend

Warnings: None that I can think of

Other notes: For this, you also live in Russia, and you're a retired skater, the same age as Viktor tho, just retired cause of an injury… also any trial things are based on Ace Attorney, cause idfk how Russian Law systems works… hehe so please don't say anythin

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"Viktor, please, I'm begging you! Please just pick Tanya up from school for me!" I pleaded over the phone, my heels clicking on the floor of the Prosecution Lobby at the courthouse.

"(Y/n), you know I'm going to get swamped when I arrive. By the time I'm freed, you'll be able to get to the school to pick her up."

I took a deep breath to avoid shouting at him, "Listen, Viktor, I know your skating is important to you and stuff, but Tanya's your daughter too. I understand that night was a drunk mistake, but it was both of our faults, so you have to take responsibility for her too, even if she doesn't know you are her father. Please, I'll do anything for you if you just pick her up, just this once?"

"Okay, fine."

I sighed, "Thank you. I don't know what time I'll be back, so I bought pizza for her and you if you want some in the fridge. Again, thank you so much!"

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"UNCLE VIKTOR!!!"

I immediately turned around and was pounced on, "HELLO!"

I smiled and patted her on the head, "Hello, Tanya. Are you ready to go home?" She nodded, but before anything else could be said, I was stopped, "Yeah… and who might you be?"

"Viktor, (Y/n) sent me to pick Tanya up because she's currently stuck in a trial. That's not a problem is it?"

"Well, it's just normally we don't let children go home with anyone apart from their parents-"

"Miss Brown, t-that's Viktor Nikiforov! He's a famous figure skater who's won 5 world championships! He's amazing! Tanya why didn't you tell us you were related to him?! That's awesome! You're so lucky."

I froze up slightly, knowing that I was right about what was going to happen, but tried to ignore it and turned back to the teacher, "So, are you going to let me take her home?"

"Fine."

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

"Mummy!" was the first thing I heard when I walked in the door. I smiled and picked her up, "Hello my darling! I missed you."

She giggled and wrapped her arms around my neck, "Hehe."

"You owe me so much, (Y/n)." I turned to Viktor and smiled, "I know. Thank you so much for picking her up, Viktor. I had no idea that the trial was going to go on for so long. I will forever be in your debt."

He smiled and hugged me, "Yes, you do, not just for picking her up but because of what I had to endure. Her teacher was against me picking her up because, as you know, to the public eye, I'm not her father. Only you and I know that."

"I'm sorry about that. I should have rung the school to tell them. Thank you again."

"You're welcome, (Y/n), just remember, I'd be happy to look after her anytime you need, as long as it's-" he was cut off by his phone going off, "…Yakov, hi!...... Oh, right… sorry….. Hm? Oh, I had a little duty to do…" Viktor paused and turned to me, taking the phone away from his ear, "Yakov wants to know why I wasn't at practice, can I tell him I had to pick Tanya up for you?" I nodded silently and he smiled, going back to the phone call. I left him to his own and placed Tanya down, walking into the kitchen, where I saw two empty plates, making me smile knowing that Viktor had given Tanya her tea. I shook my head a bit, placing the two plates in the dishwasher before grabbing something for myself. As I was making (Random Food), Viktor came into the kitchen, "Yakov wants to talk to me in person, so I have to go."

I smiled and nodded, "That's fine. Again, thank you so much for picking Tanya up."

However, instead of walking out the kitchen like I expected him to, he walked up to me, looking incredibly nervous, but before I could ask, he grabbed my shoulders and kissed me. My eyes widened in shock and he pulled away, "Sorry, I just had-" I interrupted him and kissed him again.

"I-I love you, Viktor."

He smiled and kissed me again, pushing me up against the kitchen bench. I wrapped my arms around his neck and melted into it, but before it could get too heated, we heard a small voice, "Mummy? Why are you kissing Uncle Viktor?"

Viktor immediately moved back as I took my arms away from his neck and we both turned to Tanya, who was looking at the scene in front of her a confused look on her face. I took a deep breath and walked up to her, bending down to her level, "Tanya, I need to be honest with you… Your 'Uncle' isn't really your uncle.  I know I told you he was your uncle, but the truth is, he's your father. I know you're probably disappointed in me."  her eyes widened and she smiled, "That. Is. Awesome! I have to be honest, I'm glad you're my dad." I returned her smiled and I felt arms wrap around my waist as I stood up. I turned around and pecked Viktor on the lips, "At least we can all be a family now."

I smiled and picked Tanya up, leaning my head on Viktor's shoulder, "I love you."

"I love you too, (Y/n), both of you," Viktor responded, pecking my lips before kissing the top of Tanya's head.

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And, another oneshot written! Yay

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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.”

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

“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

Random Cilan Oneshot

Requested?: No

Prompt: None

Type of oneshot: Fluff

Reader's Relations: None

Reader's Home Region: Not Applicable

Warnings: None

Other notes: This is like College AU btw

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I sighed to myself sitting on my bed in my down room bored out of my mind. That was until the door opened, "So, uhh, (Y/n)... I'm going to be out for probably a while, don't worry about locking me out I have my dorm key so I can get back in when I come back."

I rolled my eyes, "Yeah yeah, you go do you, Hannah. Normally I don't ask with these situations, but would you be going to see Clemont by any chance?"

Immediately her face went red, "HEY!"

I just chuckled, "I'm right. I know it, you love him don't cha?"

"Oh shut up! Like you're totally not in love with that green-haired triplet!"

"OH FUCK OFF already, Hannah! I do NOT like him like that!"

She just raised an eyebrow at me, giving me a look that said, "Really?" and I just looked down at my Oshawatt, giving her a signal. Soon, Hannah's face was soaking wet due to Aqua Jet. I gave a small smirk at her annoyed face, "(Y/N)! You little-"

"Just go on your date Hannah. I'll be here when you get back."

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I smirked to myself as I knocked on the door of the triplets' dorm room. I waited for a minute before the door was opened by Cress, "Oh, hello (Y/n). What can I do for you?"

"I-Is Cilan here? I-I want to talk to him about something," I asked looking down at the floor and biting my lip. Cress knew of my crush on Cilan and without even seeing his face, I could tell he was in that phase of '(Y/n), I know what you want to say just from the way you're acting'.

Before Cress could reply however, there was another voice, "You can do it, just tell the girl of your dreams how beautiful you think she is and how much you want her to be your girlfriend! You can do this Cilan just walk up to-Oh hi, (Y/n)." My head shot up and without saying anything I turned around and ran off back to the dorm I shared with Hannah.

CILAN'S POV

"Do you know what that was about?" I asked Cress who had just shut the door. He just shook his head, "She said she wanted to talk to you about something, but why would she run off after seeing you in that case?"

"I don't know, that's why I'm asking you, Cress!"

"I know why."

I turned to Chili who was lying on his back on his bed, head dangling over the edge of the bed, his phone in his hand.

"Really? Why then? Also I wouldn't do that, all the blood will rush to your head."

"One, you're not my mum, two, I can't tell you."

"Tell me. (Y/n) is my friend, Chili, I want to make sure she's alright," I responded through gritted teeth, resisting the urge to strangle him. I then noticed Chili and Cress share a nervous look, "Okay you two know something I don't. Tell me now."

"We can't, Cilan. It's not our place, even if it will make you happy, we were told never to tell you or we'd be 'fried beyond all recognition' is how I think she put it," Cress spoke placing a hand on my shoulder.

"Fine," I replied, shrugging his hand off my shoulder, "You won't tell me, I'll go and ask (Y/n) myself what's up," I continued before walking out the dorm room, and towards (Y/n)'s. When I got to the door I heard sobbing from the inside and a voice I recognised to be Hannah's, "(Y/n), don't say that. I'm sure it's you he was talking about."

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Once I got back I flopped onto my bed and sobbed my eyes out, putting on a playlist on my phone, after a few minutes, I heard the door open and I tried to act as if I hadn't just been crying.

"(Y/n), why are you crying?"

"H-Hannah why are you back so quickly?!" I responded, wiping my eyes.

"That is irrelevant right now. Why are you crying?!" she responded, sitting on my bed and pulling me up into her side, "Tell me."

I shook my head, "If you want to know why, look up 'Teardrops on my Guitar' YouTube Music and listen. That will tell you why."

"I already know the song, (Y/n). Let me guess, you overheard Cilan talking about a girl he liked and you think it's no way that it could be you, which is why you're crying because you're head over heels for him."

I just started sobbing again and nodded, digging my head into her side, "Y-yeah."

"(Y/n), don't say that. I'm sure it's you he was talking about," Hannah replied, rubbing my back in an attempt to calm me down. It was then that there was a knock at the door to our dorm room and Hannah stood up to go and answer it, "You stay there I'll be back."

I sniffled and nodded as she walked out of the bedroom. I head part of the conversation from the bedroom however, "Cilan what do you want?"

"Is (Y/n) here? I really need to talk to her. Please? I messed up and I need to make up for my mistake."

"Fine, she's in the bedroom."

A few seconds later, Cilan walked into the room, "Uhh... hey, (Y/n)."

I sniffled and looked up at him, "Oh, hi, Cilan, need something?"

"C-can I sit down?"

I slowly nodded and he sat down next to me, "Listen. Why did you run off after you wanted to talk to me earlier?"

I took a deep breath, "Cilan, I'm going to tell you something, and you have to promise not to hate me afterwards, okay?"

"I promise, (Y/n), I could never hate you."

I took a deep breath, "It's just. I love you, like I've ha-" I was cut off when he placed a hand on the neck of my head and kissed me. I blinked in surprise and wrapped my arms around his neck deepening the kiss before pushing him on his back, changing position so I was straddling him, I leaned down and whispered in his ear, "You can stay for longer if you want... I don't mind." My only reply was him kissing my again, "Gladly."

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Deductions or Doctor? - John x Reader

Requested?: No

Prompt: None

Reader's Relations: Sherlock and Mycroft's Sister

Warnings: None

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

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

"And what's up with you?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Hmm."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"That tastes perfectly normal."

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

"You're pregnant."

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

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

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

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

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

"One night stand."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Okay fine, but not right now."

"Okay."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Got it, Sherlock."

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

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

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

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

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

"Why am I here?"

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

"What for?"

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

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

"Correct."

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"Sherlock? Your phone buzzed."

"Hmm, can you read it for me."

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

"Are you going to tell me?"

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

"W-what? How does Lestrade know?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

"What are you talking about?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"What?"

"Run. On 3."

"What about you?"

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

"I'm waiting."

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

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

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

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

"She didn't… did she?"

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

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

YOUR POV

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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