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Lafayette Oneshot - Because Fuck You, That's Why!
Requested?: No
Prompt: 6."I-I'm pregnant." 7. "I'll be here for you, through the dark." 11. "You gotta stop doing that." "Doing what?" "Saying things that make me want to kiss you!"
Type of oneshot: Angst/Fluff
Timing: Modern AU
Reader's Relations: John’s Sister
Warnings: None If any of this is triggering, please let me know and I’ll warn for it next time!
Other notes: You live with John
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I sobbed as I hid myself under the covers, forgetting that I hadn’t locked the door to my room.
“(Y/n)? (Y/n), what happened?”
“Hmm.”
“What exactly does ‘Hmm’ mean?” John asked, pulling the covers back so he could see my tear-stained face.
“It means ‘None of your fucking business’. Leave me alone, please,” I muttered, sending him the middle finger.
“(Y/n), I’m your brother. I am not leaving this room until you tell me.”
“I-I’m pregnant,” I spoke in an almost whisper, hoping he hadn’t heard, but when I felt a hand on my shoulder, I knew he had, “I’ll be here for you. Through the dark.”
I smiled slightly and dried my eyes, “T-thank you.”
“Do you know who the father is?”
I shook my head, “All I know is it’s some French guy.”
“Okay. That’s fine with me. I won’t judge you, (Y/n). Anything I can get you?” John asked, his normal cinnamon roll self returning after being concerned about me. I just shook my head, “Not right now, but thank you.”
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“What’s got you so worked up?”
“Nothing,” I replied, looking at my phone for the thousandth time that minute, my leg jittering uncontrollably.
“Something’s wrong. John, we’re your friends, we can tell when you’re bothered by something.”
“Okay fine. I’m worried about (Y/n). She went out this morning and said she’d text me when she was nearly home. I still have not received that text, and I can’t help but think that something has happened,” I answered, wracking my hands through my hair.
“Oh.”
“Really? That’s all you say?”
Before anything else could be said, there was the sound of a door opening and some muttering. Then I heard a familiar voice, “Uncle John! Look what Mumm-” the young girl cut herself off before dashing out the same way she’d come.
YOUR POV
“Mummy! Why didn’t you tell me Uncle John had people over!”
“Huh? What are you talking about, Sweetie?” I asked, bending down to Marié’s level, and wiping the tears from her eyes.
“There’s people sitting in the living room with Uncle John and I don’t know who they are, or that they would be here!”
“It’s okay, Sweetie. We can ask your Uncle about it,” I replied, picking her up and walking into the living room, “John?”
“(Y/n)! I’m so glad you’re alright! Why didn’t you text me?!”
“Phone died,” I replied. I’ll put it on charge when I go upstairs. Sorry.”
“Mon ami, are you going to introduce us to this belle famme here or are we going to have to make assumptions?”
“Oh sorry. This is (Y/n). My little sister. (Y/n), Meet my friends; Alexander, but we all just call him Alex,” John spoke, pointing to a relatively short guy with dark brown hair pulled back into a low ponytail, “Hercules,” a taller male with a bandana wrapped around his head, and “And Lafayette. His name is too long, so we all just call hi-” John stopped talking when I let out a small gasp and turned around, running out of the room and up to my bedroom, letting myself slide down the door once inside and muttering to myself.
JOHN’S POV
“Do you have something to say, Laf?”
“Whatever do you mean, Mon ami? I’ve never seen her before.”
“Then why’d she run off the minute she made eye contact with you?” I asked, turning to him, raising an eyebrow, “She knows you.”
I could tell he was trying to wrack his brain, when I felt an arm wrap around my legs, “Uppy!” I bent down and picked Marié up. As the five-year-old started to play with my hair, I continued to stare Laf down. Then it clicked, “Laf, don’t tell me… You don’t happen to be Marié’s father, do you?”
“Mon ami, that is an absurd thought. I told you already I have never met ta souer before. How could that even happen?”
I sighed and sat down on the sofa again, Marié now happily sitting in my lap, “Laf, like how you can tell when something is worrying me, I can tell when you’re lying. (Y/n) knows you.”
Before he could reply, my phone pinged. I picked it up and looked at the message to see it was from (Y/n): “Can you ask Lafayette to come upstairs? He deserves to know…”
“Laf, my sister wants to talk to you. You ‘deserve to know’ something.”
YOUR POV
By the time I sent John a message, I was sitting on my bed, wracking my hands through my hair That’s when I heard a knock on the door, “Excuse moi, may I come in?”
“Yes,” I responded, trying to calm myself down.
“(Y/n)... John thought of something downstairs..”
“Yes. You’re Marié’s father. I’m sorry I didn’t say anything to you, but I didn’t know I was pregnant until I got back to America, and by that point, it was too late. “C-Could you ever forgive me?” I muttered, my shoulders wracking with the sobs I was letting out.
“Mon ami,” he replied, bending down in front of me and placing his hands on my shoulders comfortingly, “I should be the one asking for your forgiveness. I am the one who got you pregnant, and I haven’t done anything to help with the result of it.”
“You didn’t know she existed, Laf,” I muttered, reaching up and wiping a tear from his cheek, “You’ve got to stop doing that, you know.”
“Doing what?”
“Doing things that make me want to kiss you,” I answered, my face going bright red.
“Y-you want to kiss moi?”
“Y-yeah. Honestly, when we met in France, I fell in love with you, and the night Marié happened, I wasn’t actually that drunk. I’m sorry if this is creeping you out, I mean, I’m just your friend’s sister now. The past is the past, right?” Instead of a response, Laf just removed a hand from my shoulder and placed it on my cheek, “Mon ami, may I kiss you?”
And… my face was bright red again, “Y-you feel the same?” Again, there was no verbal response, only a nod. I nodded back and leaned in, kissing him, soon finding myself lying down on my bed, Laf hovering over me.
“WHAT IS GOING ON HERE?!”
I immediately broke off at the sound of my brother’s voice, as I turned to see his face; red with anger, “LAF THAT IS MY SISTER!”
“Et c'est ma petite amie,” Laf replied, causing me to blush for the third time in ten minutes. Due to my French knowledge, I knew he’d just called me his girlfriend.
“Fine. You hurt her, you’re dead, Laf.”
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“Marié, how would you feel about getting a little sibling?” I asked the now eight-year-old as I fiddled with the ring on my left finger. Her face immediately lit up, “Really?!”
I nodded and she squealed, running off happily, probably to tell her friends. I stood up, however, I could feel eyes boring into me from behind, “Why are you asking Marié that specific question, (Y/n)?”
“Because fuck you, that’s why, John. My love life is none of your business.”
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Finally back to writing Hamilton oneshots hehe.
Blaine Oneshot - Some Secrets are Worth Sharing
Requested?: No
Prompt: None
Type of oneshot: Fluff
Reader's Relations: None of importance
Warnings: None I can think of
Other notes: 1) You’re the principal of Dalton’s daughter. 2) You’ve been pretending to be a guy for a while. 3) Sebastian is in this, but i haven’t actually watched any of the episodes where he’s in (i’m only on like season 2) so he’s prob going to be ooc, but even then he only appears for like a minute, and you’re really good friends with him. 4) (M/n) means male name (cause you’re pretending to be a guy.) 5) Kurt doesn’t like Blaine in this (Kurt is my special lil bean and I don’t wanna make him sad)
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“Can I ask you a question? Are you guys all gay?”
I let out a small chuckle at Kurt’s question, before taking a sip of the (insert drink) in front of me, as Blaine answered his question, “Uh, uh, no. I am, but no, these two have girlfriends.”
“I’m bisexual,” I spoke up, after swallowing the mouthful of (drink).
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“Seb! Come back here! I told you to stop stealing my things!”
I turned around and got out of the way just in time so I didn’t get knocked over by Sebastian running, however, (M/n) did bump into me, “Sorry! I wasn’t looking where I was going. Sebastian stole my comb again and he won’t give it back, gotta run!” before he ran off chasing Sebastian again. Kurt helped me stand up and I thanked him, “Kurt, can I tell you something? I’m in love… with (M/n).”
“I’m happy for you Blaine, really! Just tell him!”
I shook my head, “I can’t.”
“Why?” Kurt asked, “It’s not like he’s straight or something.”
“It’s not that. It’s obvious he likes Sebastian, and I can tell Sebastian feels the same.”
“How do you know for certain? Because of the amount of time they hang out with each other? I’ll ask (M/n) if he likes anyone and try get him to tell me who, then you’ll have your answer.”
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“(M/n), question. Do you like Sebastian?”
“Well, yeah. Of course, I do! He’s my best friend.”
Kurt just let out a groan, “I mean romantically.”
“Oh… No, I don’t. Plus he’s gay anyway,” I replied, staring up at the clouds.
“But you’re a guy too…. Wait a minute, (M/n), are you a gi-”
“SHHHH! Fine, yes, just don’t tell anyone.”
“How though? Dalton’s an all-boys school.”
“My dad’s the principal. To be honest with you, Kurt, I got bullied at my old school because I was bisexual. I begged my dad to let me come to Dalton because of the ‘No bullying’ policy and he did immediately say no, due to Dalton being an all-boys school, but I told him that I could pretend to be a guy. I would take cutting my hair and wearing a binder over being bullied any day of the week, so my dad agreed, and I’ve been going here ever since. You and Sebastian are the only two that know I’m a girl, that’s why Sebastian keeps stealing my stuff. I’d like to keep it that way if you don’t mind, so please don’t tell anyone! Please, I’m begging you.”
Kurt just gave me a hug, “I promise I won’t say a word.”
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“Where is it? Where are you, you stupid binder?!” These were some of the questions that were floating around my head as I searched my room, almost turning it upside down trying to find it. I eventually gave up and growled to myself as I buttoned up my Dalton blazer, fixing my hair in the mirror, “Well, I guess I’ll have to roast today,” I told myself as I looked out the window, seeing that the sun was shining brightly. I sighed and left my room heading to my first class of the day.
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“Curse you, sun!” I growled, lying on my back, fanning myself with my hand, “Why does it have to be so hot?!”
I heard Blaine chuckling beside me, “Just take your blazer off, (M/n). We’re allowed to if it's this hot.”
“NO!” I exclaimed, swatting his hand away as he placed it on my shoulder, shocking him and Kurt, “I-I mean… I don’t want to get it dirty… So I’d rather keep it on.”
“Then just unbutton it.”
I shook my head, “No.”
“What are you hiding? (M/n), I know you’re hiding something from me… Tell me,” Blaine protested starting to poke me, knowing it got on my nerves. I rolled my eyes and mouthed to Kurt for him to help me. He smirked and just gave Blaine a nudge, pushing him into me, causing us to fall onto the grass. I felt my face heat up and I saw Blaine’s eyes widen when we realised where his hands were: on my chest.
“Y-you’re a girl?!”
I immediately pushed him off me and ran off, ignoring his shouts for me to come back, and ran back to my dorm room, shutting myself in.
A few minutes later, I heard a knock on the door of my dorm room, “(M/n)... You in there?”
“Go away!” I replied, “I know you hate me or not telling you-”
“I don’t,” I heard Blaine reply from the other side, “I want to talk to you. Please?” I sighed and stood up, opening the door, and letting Blaine inside. I encouraged him to sit next to me on my bed and spoke quickly, “Yes I am a girl, my real name is (Y/n), but you can’t tell anyone else, please. I’ve been pretending to be a boy cause I persuaded my dad, who is the principal, to let me come here because I was bullied for being bisexual at my old school, so when he let me come here, I cut my hair and started wearing a binder so I’d seem more like a boy. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you, but my father didn’t want me to tell anyone.”
“Does anyone else know?”
I nodded, “Sebastian and Kurt. Sebastian because he walked in on me getting dressed once, and I’m sure the image still hasn’t left his brain, and Kurt because when I was telling him I didn’t have romantic feelings for Sebastian, I said “Plus he’s gay anyway”, and Kurt figured it out from that that I wasn’t a boy. I pro-”
I was cut off when he took my cheek in his hand, kissing me. I was shocked due to the fact that I’d thought he liked Kurt, but wrapped my arms around him, kissing back, something I’d wanted to do for ages. When we broke off, I spoke up, “B-but I thought you were gay.”
“I thought I was too. When I realised I was in love with you, I thought I was gay, but now, at least bisexual.”
“So, even though you know I’m a girl, your feelings haven’t changed?”
Blaine nodded and I smiled, “Does that mean I can kiss you again?”
He chuckled and nodded, kissing me again.
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More oneshot…
The Girl That I Want to Be - Sherlock x Adopted Daughter! Reader
Requested?: No
Prompt: None
Type of Oneshot: Angst/Songfic/Fluff
Song Used: The Pony I Wanna Be from MLP
Reader's Relations: Sherlock's adopted daughter (the how of this isn't related to the oneshot)
Warnings: None that I can think of atm…
Other Notes: Don't ask how I thought of this, also this takes place within the two years that Sherlock is 'dead' for… also you're like 15 in this btw
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I sighed as I closed the door to 221B behind me, having let Mrs Hudson know I was going for a walk, and walked down the street, letting the thoughts of two years ago cloud my mind on the way to my destination. When I arrived in front of the great detective who had been my father figure for the majority of my life, I felt all my emotions pour out of me and I fell to my knees sobbing. By the time I'd finished my sob fest, I was sitting with my legs crossed and leaning on the grave of my adopted father. I sighed and wiped my eyes, trying to force myself to be mad at him for doing this. I then remembered the advice my father's 'friend', Dr Watson, had given me, and decided to let my sadness and anger out in one, "If I'm your diamond, then why do I feel so rough? I'm supposed to be as strong as a stone even that's not enough. There's something jagged in me and I've made such mistakes. I thought that diamonds were hard though I feel I could break."
I hadn't realised, but during my little sing, I'd fallen asleep and when I awoke, I was lying on a bench, my head resting on something soft, and on further inspection, when I'd woken up more, I realised it had been the lap of Inspector Lestrade. I immediately sat up with a start and apologised for falling asleep on him.
"(Y/n), calm down. You don't need to apologise. Now let's get you home it is late after all, what are you doing out for a walk at thing hour?"
I bit my lip and nodded but turned away from him as he stood up and started leading me back to Baker Street, a hand on my shoulder in a comforting way.
"I-I don't want to talk about it."
"I understand that (Y/n), I know it's hard for you, and we're all in the same situation. We all miss him in the sa-"
"No. You don't understand! You don't know what I've been through. My parents were murdered right in front of my eyes when I was eight, and it traumatised me so much, that I now have trust issues and the one person I thought I could trust most is also gone now and I don't know what to do!" I shouted, shrugging his hand off me and increasing my walking pace. Although, unfortunately for me, due to the height difference, me being a fifteen-year-old girl, and him being an adult male, the Detective Inspector caught up to me very easily, "(Y/n), you're right. I really don't understand what you've been through, but it's past midnight, and your fa-well, I'll be metaphorically dead if I let you walk home alone. Come on."
I froze at the almost mention of… him, and nodded defeatedly, knowing that Mrs Hudson was probably worried sick, and had probably notified Dr Watson that I hadn't returned yet, meaning he was probably starting to panic about what had happened to me too, "You're right. I-I'm sorry for lashing out at you, Inspector." I responded, bowing my head in shame.
"No, I needed that, (Y/n). Come on, I'll take you home."
However, on the way back to Baker Street, Inspector Lestrade was called to a crime scene, and he dragged me there, as he still wouldn't let me just walk home alone and I was made to sit on a bench somewhere he could still keep an eye on me. I sighed to myself and let the thoughts come back to me again, "Would you believe that I've always wished I could be somebody else? Yet I can't see what I need to do to be the girl that I want to be. I've been told my whole life what to do, what to say, nobody showed me that there might be some better way." This was kind of true. Growing up, I was subject to seeing many dead bodies and other crimes, as for some reason, I was dragged to every crime scene that my father and Dr Watson went to investigate, "and now I feel like I'm lost, I don't know what to do. The ground is sinking away, I'm about to fall through." It was true, with the incident two years ago, when I found out, it was like my whole world had crashed down into me, "Would you believe that I've always wished I could be somebody else? Yet I can't see what I need to do to be the girl that I want to be…To be the girl that I wan-Aaah! Geez, please don't sneak up on me like that!"
"Sorry, (Y/n), but I've been trying to get your attention for the last five minutes. Come on, let's get you home."
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The first thing I did when I saw him right in front of me was gasp and blink before snapping out of it, "No…nononono, I must be dreaming."
"(Y/n), you're not dreaming. I'm here, and listen I am so sorry about this. I had no idea it would affect you this badly, you know how I am with fe-"
I felt the tears come to my eyes and I ran up to him hugging him, "I don't care about that now, you're alive and that's all that matters. I understand that you were trying to protect those close to you and I forgive, but please, never do that to me again, Dad, please."
"I won't. Don't worry, (Y/n)."
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Yeah… so this came to me…… meh I'm on holiday for two weeks now so yay!!
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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
A Birthday Surprise - Ciel x Reader
In this, you're a year older than Ciel. (14) and Ciel is 13. Also, in this, Ciel and Elizabeth aren't related.
-----------------CIEL'S POV
"Young Master, why are you so insistent on going into town today?"
"Sebastian, I'm warning, you. Don't ask pointless questions," I replied, glaring at him.
"Of course, Young Master. But, might it have something to do with Lady (Y/n)'s birthday?"
(If Sebastian refers to him as something else, please tell me and I will change it)
"Sebastian, I'm warning you," I growled. He chuckled before we were on our way. He was right though, (Y/n)'s birthday was coming up and I wanted to get her something.
YOUR POV
"Come on, (Y/n)! You need to celebrate! A ball is a perfect way to celebrate your birthday!" Lizzie screeched in my ear, "Please?! Please?! Please?!"
I rolled my eyes, "Fine. We can have a ball, Lizzie. But, you have to organise it."
"Yay! You're the best sister ever!" she squealed hugging me. I patted her back, returning the hug, "Yeah, if you say so, Lizzie."
She then brightened up even more if it was possible, "Maybe I can get Ciel to come!" She then ran off, leaving me in my bedroom alone. I sat on the edge of my bed and sighed.
"My Lady?"
I looked up at the voice, "Paula. I'm fine. Just thinking."
"Are you sure? You seem exasperated."
"Yeah, I'm fine."
"If you say so, My Lady."
I nodded and she left my room, leaving me to think over stuff, "Why? Why is it Lizzie that gets everything?" I was, of course, speaking of Lizzie being betrothed to Ciel. I'd had a crush on him for a while and Lizzie was the one that was going to marry him someday.
"(Y/n)! We're going into town!"
I giggled before leaving my room, all ready to go out into town.
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We finally arrived in town and I started searching the stores for a good gift for (Y/n). However, nothing seemed to fit for her. It was about an hour later when I caught sight of a glass shop (This isn't what you may think: No, it's not just a random shop that sells glass. It's one of those places where they have coloured glass. There was one of these in France when I went there with my family before lockdown and Coronavirus and I got this butterfly made from coloured glass) I walked into the shop, being careful not to knock anything over, with it all being glass.
YOUR POV
"(Y/n)! Let's look in there!" Lizzie shouted, grabbing my arm and pointing to a glass shop before dragging me towards it. She dragged me inside and immediately ran off looking at the whole shop. I shook my head before continuing to look around the shop. I soon heard some familiar voices, "I wish it was (Y/n) that I was going to marry in the future."
"Why would that be, Young Master?"
"Sebastian, what did I say about pointless questions?"
"I'm sorry Young Master."
I was shocked at this, but didn't want to make it seem like I was eavesdropping on them so, I continued my search for Lizzie. It was an easy feat as withing two minutes, she had run up to me, "(Y/n)! Can I get this?!" she asked showing me a glass butterfly she had found.
(Just imagine it's pink)
"If you want to, Lizzie. It's your money," I replied. She smiled and walked off to the counter. I followed her and caught up to her once she'd paid for it, "Okay, we can go home now!"
I smiled and we walked out of the shop, back to the carriage, where Paula was waiting for us. We got in and started the ride home.
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"(Y/n)! Happy birthday!"
"Thank you, Lizzie," I replied, smiling. She handed me a bag and I was confused, "Lizzie, what's this?"
"Your present!"
I smiled, "Thank you," before digging my hand into the bag. I felt something soft in there and I pulled it out to reveal a plushie on a(n) (Favourite Animal). I looked back to Lizzie, "Thank you! It's adorable!"
"You're welcome, (Y/n)!"
"Lady (Y/n), you have a visitor."
I turned towards the door, "Who is it, Paula?"
"It's Lord Phantomhive, My Lady."
I was confused, Why would Ciel want to see me? I nodded to her, "I'll be there in a minute."
"Paula."
"Yes, Lady Elizabeth?"
"Why does Ciel want to see (Y/n)? Are you sure it's not me he wants to see?"
"I'm sure, Lady Elizabeth. He specifically stated he wanted to talk to Lady (Y/n)."
I stood up and patted Lizzie on the head before walking out my bedroom, the plushie still in my hands. I made my way to the hallway where I saw Ciel waiting. I smiled and walked up to him, "How are you, Ciel?"
"Hello, (Y/n). I'm doing great. What about yourself? And how's Elizabeth?"
"I'm doing peachy. Just peachy," I replied gripping the plushie, "And Lizzie's doing well too."
"That's good. (Y/n), may I talk to you, alone?" he responded, glaring at Sebastian, who got the message and walked off. Ciel turned back to me, "(Y/n), can I be honest with you?"
"Of course, you can, Ciel."
"I don't want to marry Elizabeth when we're older."
I was shocked at this, "Why?" Note to self: Don't tell Lizzie this. She'll be upset beyond the point of return.
"There's someone else I want to marry," he continued before looking me in the eye and taking my cheek in his hand, "(Y/n), I love you."
My eyes widened and I remained quiet. Ciel took this the wrong way and removed his hand, "I knew you didn't love me back but Sebastian said to me that if I didn't confess to you, then he'd do it for me."
"Ciel, whoever said that I didn't feel the same?!"
"What?"
"I was just in shock that you loved me back. All these years I've had to keep my feelings to myself because I wanted Lizzie to be happy but, I've learned that I need to stand up for myself. I love you, Ciel Phantomhive."
"May I kiss you?"
I nodded and he leaned in, kissing me. I responded to the situation and wrapped my arms around his neck.
"(Y/n)! What are you doing?!"
We broke off at the sound of Lizzie's voice to see her with tears in her eyes, "Ciel's mine!"
I immediately felt tears in my eyes and ran off back to my room, ignoring Ciel's shouts for me to come back. Why does Lizzie have to ruin everything for me?! It's my birthday! Why can't at least something go right for me?! I flopped on my bed and cried my eyes out.
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"(Y/n)? Can I come in?"
"What do you want, Elizabeth?!" I retorted through the closed door.
"I want to talk to you."
"Why?! You've already ruined my life, what else do you want to do to hurt me?!"
"(Y/n), I'm sorry. Y-You can have Ciel if you want him."
"Lizzie, it's fine. I know you're already betrothed and there's nothing I can do about it. You have him. I'll find someone else to love."
"(Y/n), you can have him! I already know that he doesn't love me so you have him! He loves you and you love him so you have him! I'm sorry! I'm so sorry for treating you like a servant all the time! You're my sister and I love you. I'm sorry!"
I stood up and walked over, unlocking the door to see Lizzie there, tears in her eyes, "Do you really mean it, Lizzie?"
"Yes, you can have Ciel. I've taken everything from you. The least I can do is give you Ciel." I smiled and hugged her, "Thank you."
"(Y/n)?" I broke off from the hug at the voice.
"Can I talk to you please?"
I nodded and walked to Ciel. When I did, he kissed me, "I love you."
"I love you too, Ciel."
John Laurens Oneshot - Laf the Matchmaker
Requested?: No
Prompt: None
Type of oneshot: Fluff
Timing: Modern AU
Reader's Relations: Laf’s sister
Warnings: Google Translated French
Other notes: Reader has only recently moved from France and can only speak very very little English (like a few words), so whenever it’s just her and Laf, it’s French time. Also, all translations are at the end. In this, Eliza (and ig the other Schuylers) can speak French, cause she taught Philip, so she must have known French to be able to teach him. Also, google auto-translated all the ‘you’ stuff into the plural/formal you and idk what the equivalent is, so just pretend it is all ‘tu’ and the endings for that.
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“Non, je ne vais pas sortir avec lui juste parce que vous pensez qu'il a besoin d'une petite amie!” I shouted, about to punch my brother in the face, “Je m'en fiche si vous pensez qu'il en a besoin. J'aurais besoin de mieux le connaître avant de sortir avec lui!”
“Allez, (Y/n)! S'il te plaît? Pour moi. Il a des taches de rousseur,” Gilbert replied, leaning his head on my shoulder from behind. I grumbled, annoyed at myself for telling him I was a sucker for guys with freckles, “Qu'est-ce qu'il y a pour moi?”
“Vous pouvez prendre un rendez-vous avec quelqu'un. Et je sais que vous deux, vous le frapperez. S'il te plaît?”
I sighed, “Pas une bonne raison,” I replied. Leaving my bedroom, patting my brother on the head. I walked downstairs in time to hear, “Yo, Laf! Are you coming down or should I just go?” I entered the living room to see someone sitting on the sofa, curly hair pulled back into a low ponytail, freckles covering his face, and I knew this was who my brother was trying to get me to go on a date with, “Douce mère de Neptune, Gil, tu ne m'as pas dit qu'il était chaud,” I muttered to myself.
“Hello, Miss. You haven’t seen Laf anywhere, have you?”
I just blinked in confusion, not knowing what he was saying as he walked over, taking my hand in his and kissing it, “However, it is a pleasure to meet you.”
“John, this is ma soeur, (Y/n). (Y/n), c'est John. Vous a dit qu'il était couvert de taches de rousseur. Changer d'avis encore?”
“F-Fine. Une date. Pour vous garder heureux.”
“Je savais que tu reviendrais (Y/n)! Maintenant, montez à l'étage et préparez-vous. Nous sortons tous pour le déjeuner!”
I rolled my eyes as my brother hugged me, nearly squishing me to death and turned on my heel, walking off back upstairs.
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“So… John, why didn’t you tell us you were dating Laf’s sister?”
“Um… well, I-I… We’re not dating, Alex.”
“This was supposed to be a quadruple date, why bring someone you’re not dating?”
I giggled at John’s red face, guessing Alex had said something to embarrass him and turned to my brother, “De quoi parlent-ils?” Gilbert explained what the rest of the group was talking about and I nodded, not bothering to acknowledge the fact that my face was heating up when I was told what they were saying.
However I soon started to regret coming along, as the boys were very loud and having the Schuyler sisters there too, didn’t make it any better, let alone the fact that I was unable to join any conversations because of the language barrier. It soon got on my nerves how loud they were being, “Voulez-vous réellement taire?!” I shouted, rubbing my temples to try and get rid of the forming headache. Over the noise of the rest of the restaurant I could hear Gilbert saying something to John, “She’s telling you to shut up, mon ami.”
“Oh yeah? Well then, Laf, tell her that if she wants me to shut up, she can shut me up herself!” was John’s reply, but I had to wait for my brother to translate, “John dit de vous dire que si vous voulez qu'il se taigne, vous devez le faire vous-même.”
I growled, knowing John knew that I couldn’t speak English, and out of the corner of my eye I could see him smirk with a, ‘Allez, ferme-moi, je te défie’ look on his face. I rolled my eyes and did the first thing that came into my mind; I grabbed the collar of the top he was wearing and pulled him closer, kissing him straight on the lips. I broke off and saw him blinking at me. He opened his mouth and then swiftly closed it, unable to think of anything to say.
“Cela vous a fermé, n'est-ce pas?” I smirked, taking delight at his bright red face, before it dawned on me what I’d just done and I turned red, internally panicking before I stood up and ran out of the restaurant, finding a nearby bench to sit on.
“(Y/n)?”
I looked up to see Eliza and wiped my tears, “Je suis un putain d'idiot.”
“Non, tu n'es pas, (Y/n),” Eliza replied, sitting down next to me.
“Je suis cependant! Je ne peux pas croire que je viens de faire ça. Comment suis-je censé lui faire face après l'avoir embrassé du bleu, quand je suis sûr qu'il peut dire que j'étais contre la date pour commencer?” I asked, looking up at her again as she pulled me int a hug. Instead of her giving me a reply, I felt a tap on the shoulder (Y/n), “Je suis venu demander comment vous étiez. Vous avez fait du bon travail en me faisant taire. Je ne m'attendais certainement pas à cela, mais honnêtement, cela ne me dérangerait pas si vous le faisiez à nouveau.”
I felt my face heat up, starting to think that he had been able to understand everything I’d said in French the day when Gilbert was pestering me to go on a date with him. I looked John in the eye and smiled. John returned the smile and sat down on my other side, pulling me closer to him. I just giggled and kissed him.
MEANWHILE
“You sure this doesn’t make you uncomfortable, Laf? One of your best friends and your sister dating?”
“Non, Mon ami. This was my plan. (Y/n) has never had a boyfriend, it’s high time she gets one, and John is a perfect fit. Plus I know she’s got a ‘thing’ for freckles.”
“That is too much information.”
BACK TO YOU
“Alors, (Y/n) Vous voulez être ma petite amie?”
I nodded and kissed him again, my thumbs gliding along his freckled cheeks, “Les taches de rousseur le font vraiment pour moi ... vous êtes adorable.”
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“Freckles, pouvez-vous la venir s'il vous plaît?” I asked, walking into the living room, knowing that the rest of the boys were in there. John nodded and stood up, leaving the room, following me, “Devez-vous m'appeler ‘Freckles’? Alex a commencé à me taquiner maintenant!”
“Freckles, vous êtes adorable,” I mutterd, leaning up and kissing him, “Mais c'est à part le point. Je voulais te dire quelque chose.”
“Eh bien, je suis toutes des oreilles.”
I took a deep breath and remembered what my brother had told me, “I-I love you!” I blurted out, hoping I’d said it right. John smiled and wrapped me in a hug, “J’taime aussi, (Y/n).”
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So, this happened…. Remember, requests are open, just bonk em in the comments.
Can you do a head cannon of chief fire officer Boyce please
I already answered this. I don’t write for him sorry
Decided to open an Ask Page/Side Blog. It will be on @thenasrandomness so please go follow me there to ask the questions and for more details
