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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)

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…..

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“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.”

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“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…

Sirius Oneshot - It's the Inside that Counts

Requested?: No

Prompt: None

Type of oneshot: Fluff?

Timing: Marauders’ Era (7th Year)

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

Reader’s House: Gryffindor

Warnings: Bullying

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

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

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

“(Y/n)? Where are you going?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Thank you.”

“Wait a minute, I have an idea.”

“Huh? What do you mean, Moony?”

“Just, give me a minute.”

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

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

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

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

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

“(Y/n)?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Thank you. I love you, Sirius.”

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

Hehe, more Sirius fluff.

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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.

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

"She didn't… did she?"

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

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

YOUR POV

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Requested: No (Please request though... I need requests)

Fandom: Ouran High School Host Club

Prompt: None

Type of Oneshot: Fluff, with a tiny bit of Angst

Reader's Relations: None

Reader's Age: 16

Warnings: Harsh words said, such as the use of the word sl*t. I don't know if this is triggering or not, but there is a bit of degrading in this oneshot

Other Notes: So... this randomly just came to me, Hikaru may be a bit out of character for this...

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"-Y-yeah. I'm good. I just n-" I cut myself off by the feeling of needing to be sick. I dashed out of the music room and straight to the toilet, throwing up. I soon felt a hand rubbing my back, "Are you okay, (Y/n)?" I smiled knowing it was Renge. She and Haruhi were my only true friends, well apart from the Host Club, but I guess that was just because of me and Hikaru dating. Although, the situation was made slightly easier because of Haruhi. She, yes I knew she was a girl, were both in the same boat, well not technically, I didn't have a debt to pay to the host club. However, being friends with the Host Club, and also dating one of the members, came at a price. This, along with the fact I was a commoner, made the other girls at the school start to bully me.

But, that was all made worse but a small stick with two lines on it. Haruhi was the only one that knew because the first time I'd thrown up, she was there with me and she held my hair back for me (If you have short hair, then she rubbed your back.) She promised not to tell anyone until I was ready to and I was glad for that.

"(Y/n)?" I snapped from my daze, "I'm fine. Just a bit of morning sickness, Renge."

"You sure? Cause you've been eating a lot more recently too."

"Yes, I'm fine. Just stop with the questions."

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Once I'd finished throwing up, we made our way back to Music Room 3. The second we walked back in, I had Hikaru in front of me. I smiled and kissed him, trying to make it out as if nothing was wrong.

"How'd you know it was me?"

"Please, Hikaru, if I couldn't tell you apart from your twin brother, what kind of girlfriend would I be?"

"You're right."

"Hey, (Y/n). Can I talk to you?"

"Hm?" I turned to the voice to see Haruhi standing there, "Of course you can, Haruhi," I continued. I pecked Hikaru on the lips before following her to a corner of the music room.

"So, what did you want to talk about?"

"Have you told him yet?"

"Told who what?" I questioned.

She rolled her eyes, "Hikaru? Have you told him about the situation?" I sighed, "Not yet. I know he's going to break up-"

"(Y/n)! Don't say that. He won't break up with you. Trust me, he loves you, (Y/n). He won't break up with you if you're pregnant."

"You think so?"

"I know so, (Y/n)." I smiled and hugged her, "Thank you, Haruhi."

"What are friends for, (Y/n)?"

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Unfortunately, the next day, I was pushed around more, and I heard whispers such as, "Have you heard? (Y/n) is pregnant."

"Seriously, that commoner they let in is such a slut. She got into the Host Club's pants and now it's said that she's pregnant. Serves her right."

"Yeah, you're right."

I sighed and tried to carry on with my day, but the comments kept coming. Every time I saw any of the other girls, they subtlety brought up the rumour, well the fact but that was unknown to them, that I was pregnant. When the school day had ended, I made my way to the Host Club, at the right time to hear four words come out of Honey's mouth, "Is (Y/n)-Chan really pregnant?!" I froze up when I heard that, but continued to close the door, alerting the Host Club members. They all turned to me and I smiled sheepishly, "Uhh.. Hi."

"Is it true?"

"Is what true?" I asked, refusing to look at Hikaru, who had asked me the question. He walked up to me, the rest of the Host Club following behind him, and placed a hand on my cheek, forcing my head to face him, but I still didn't him directly in the eye.

"Are you really pregnant?" I took a deep breath and nodded, "Y-yeah. I-I am. Please don't be mad. I-I understand if you want to break up with me, I completely understand i-if you want t-to break up with me, Hikaru. I-it's already bad enough for your reputation that you're dating me a-and this will j-just make it worse," I responded, wiping the tears from my eyes, "I-I'll see myself out," I continued, going to walk out the door when I felt a hand pull me back and into a chest.

"(Y/n). (Y/n), look at me." I did so and Hikaru continued, "I don't care about my reputation. I love you and that is never going to change. Ever. Nothing can change that."

"R-Really? Even though I'm pregnant?"

"(Y/n), when I said nothing could change that, I meant nothing. Not one single thing. Ever." I smiled and hugged him, "T-Thank you." He placed a hand on my cheek and forced me to look at him again, before kissing me, "I love you, (Y/n). Never forget that." Before I could reply, I was embraced in another hug, "My little girl's growing up! Daddy's so proud of you!"

"TAMAKI! GET OF ME RIGHT NOW! YOU'RE NOT MY DAD!" And with that, he was back in his 'emo corner'.

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Remus Oneshot - Visiting Hours

Requested?: No

Prompt: None

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

Song Used: Visiting Hours - Ed Sheeran

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

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

Reader’s House: Not Applicable

Reader’s Blood Status: Muggle-Born

Warnings: None/Sadness

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

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

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

“Dear Miss (Y/n) (L/n),

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

Yours,

Professor Minerva McGonagall,

Deputy Headmistress of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Thank you, Professor, bye.”

“Bye, I’ll see you tomorrow.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Want me to be your second too?”

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

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

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

Lucifer/Alastor Oneshot - A Tale of Two Dads

Requested?: No

Prompt: None

Type of oneshot: Fluff/Angst

Reader's Relations: Alastor’s ex-girlfriend

Warnings: Spoilers for eps 7-8 of season 1! This was written the say those two came out

Other notes: Don’t ask how I thought of this…Somehow, my brain fixated on these two, and well oneshots is what happens when my brain gets fixated on characters.

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“You absolute bastard, Alastor!” I shouted once he’d shown up at Charlie’s hotel, seven years after leaving, “You leave for seven years and all you have to say is ‘hi’?! Someone hold me back before I fuck his face up!”

“Hello, My Dear, it’s good to see you too.”

“Fuck you,” I retorted, making eye contact with him, in an easy feat due to the fact I was the same height as him. He just smirked at me, using his microphone to lift my chin, an unnecessary thing due to the fact I was already looking at him, “Now now, that’s not the right way to talk to me, is it, My Dear?” I didn’t respond, instead I just growled and tried to punch him continuously, him dodging every blow I attempted to make.

“You should know that’s not going to work, (Y/n).”

“Fuck. Off. Before. I. Kill. You. Myself. Bastard. I’ve had to deal with a child that you-”

“Mama? What’s going on?”

My head immediately shot around to see Alianna standing at the bottom of the stairs, the seven-year-old rubbing her eyes as if she’d just been woken up. I gave Alastor another glare before rushing over, “It’s okay, Sweetie. Nothing you need to worry about,” I spoke, ruffling her red hair.

“You always say that!”

“I say that because most of the time, you don’t need to worry ab-”

Alianna cut me off, asking the question I had wished she would never have to ask, “Is he my Papa?”

If I’d been drinking something, I would definitely have spat it out in shock, “Now now, Ali, that’s something you don’t need to worry about you. You can learn more about your father when you are older.”

She pouted for a few seconds before, “Okay, I’m older!”

I chuckled, “I meant in a few years, now back to bed with you.”

Alianna sighed and nodded, running off back upstairs towards our room in the hotel. I let out a sigh of relief and stood up, turning around, only to have Alastor directly in my face, “For fuck sake, stop doing that, you bastard,” I shouted, punching him in the arm.

“Why should I stop when I get-”

“Were you listening to our conversation?”

“It was kind of hard not to, (Y/n)... I think you owe some people an explanation, and I’d be happy to loosen up your strings a bit if you know what I mean,” I heard Angel’s voice saying before I saw one of his arms dangling in front of my face and, what I guessed was another, on my head.

I rolled my eyes, “How many times, Angel? I’m not interested in you. Stop trying,” I growled, shoving him off me, “But, I guess you’re right about the explanation. This Radio Demon Bastard here,” I paused and pointed over in Alastor’s direction, “Is Alianna’s father. She doesn’t know, so please keep it quiet. I’m begging you.”

“You can always beg more, (Y/n). If you catch me drift…”

“Angel, shut up for once. Not the time for your sexual fantasies.”

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“Alianna. No. Get back here right now!” I shouted, running up and pulling her off Lucifer gently, “I am so sorry, Sir. She got out of my sight. I apologise again.”

“It’s alright. She’s cute anyway. Much like her mother.”

I felt my face turn red as I looked away, but before I could say anything, Alastor was in front of me, glaring down at the Short King of Hell, “She’s mine. Get away.”

“Oh really?” Lucifer questioned, before walking around the Radio Demon and up to me, taking my hand in his, “Because there’s nothing on her hand to show she belongs to anyone,” he finished, bringing my hand up with his and kissing it, “But if she really is ‘yours’, she has had ample opportunity to stop my advances, and isn’t so…”

“I do not belong to anyone. You,” I turned and glared at Alastor, “May be Alianna’s father, but it doesn’t mean that I am ‘yours’. As a matter of fact, you lost all rights to even seeing her when you left, so you can just go away and leave me alone!” I shouted.

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A few days later, I found a(n) (F/c) rubber duck sitting on my bed, along with a note. “I wasn’t messing around when I said you were cute, I meant it. Call me? L.” there was a phone number at the bottom and I giggled. I knew it was probably wrong as he was Charlie’s dad, who was my best friend… But he’d made an impression on me. So I added the number to my phone under the nickname ‘Short King’, and sent a message, “I got your note. Thanks for the duck. How’d you know (F/c) is my favourite colour?”

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I groaned in pain as I lay on the ruins of the hotel, after having come face to face with one of the angels, blood seeping from my side. It was just as I was losing consciousness, that I saw a flash of white in front of me, fighting off the angel.

LUCIFER’S POV

Once the angels had retreated, I turned back to (Y/n) to see her unconscious, with blood surrounding her. Immediately, I retracted my wings and knelt beside her, realising she’s been severely wounded, “(Y/n)? Please wake up. You have to. (Y/n), please. I- love you.”

“Dad?”

I looked up to see Charlie standing there, a saddened smile on her face, “You can’t bring her back.”

“Is there nothing?! No one can bring her back?” I asked, despair wreaking through my voice, as I felt tears cascading down my cheeks.

“I’ve got one idea… but it’s a long shot, so don’t get your hopes up,” Charlie replied, running off. She came back a few minutes later, dragging a girl behind her, who seemed to be complaining, “Charlie! I told you, I can heal, but I can’t combat the second death!”

“Just try. For me? Please?”

“I’m telling you, this isn’t going to work if she’s dead, Charlie!”

“Try though? Please, Brianna?”

“Fine, I’ll try, but no one get their hopes up,” the brunette replied as Charlie pulled her over. I noticed Brianna take a deep breath before kneeling on (Y/n)’s other side, cracking her knuckles, “I’ll say it again if she’s truly dead, then this isn’t going to work, but I’m going to need help,” she paused and turned her attention towards me, “May I ask for your help, Sir? This will only work if I have the help of someone she loves.”

“M-me? I-Isn’t there someone else that she loves? Like her daughter?”

The brown-haired demon just chuckled in response, “I mean it’s got to be romantic love, not platonic love.”

“Oh... Wait a minute, do you still want me to help? As much as I hate to say this, shouldn’t you be getting that Radio Demon to help? In the sense that he’s the father of her daughter, therefore she must love him.”

“As a matter of fact. I know she hates me. She lit-”

“Alastor’s right, Dad. You may not have realised, but that duck you gave her has pride of place in her room. Every day she makes a point of dusting it, and no one’s allowed near it. I’m surprised it’s not in a locked box that only she has access to. She wouldn’t have kept it if you didn’t mean anything to her. Plus you deserve to be happy as well,” Charlie spoke, placing a hand on my shoulder and kneeling beside me, “Trust me. You’re the one we need to bring (Y/n) back.”

“Well? Are you going to do this or not? We don’t have much time left.”

With a final boost of confidence from Charlie, I nodded, turning to Brianna, “Okay.”

She smiled, “Okay. In that case, I need you to place both your hands above where her heart is and keep your eyes closed. Can you do that?” I nodded, doing as she asked me, remembering to close my eyes.

YOUR POV

I woke up with a start, and I lifted my head in shock, but before I could say anything, I’d been wrapped in a hug, “(Y/n)!”

“O-oh.. hello, Mr Lucifer. I-It’s good to see you too,” I replied as he continued to squeeze the living Hell out of me, “C-can you let me go though? Personal space.”

“Sorry! I’m just glad you’re okay,” he started, letting me go as his face turned the same colour as his waistcoat, but before I could mention it, Charlie had spoken up, “See, Dad? Told you it was you that she loved.”

“CHARLIE!” I all but screamed, “HOW IN THE ACTUAL HELL DID YOU KNOW THAT?! You better start running. I don’t care if you’re the Princess of Hell, telling someone that your friend has a crush on them is not funny!” I continued, standing up and starting to chase after her, but before I could get too far I felt a gloved hand wrap around my wrist and pull me backwards, spinning me around, before I felt pressure on my lips. It took me a second to process, but once I did I wrapped my arms around the King of Hell’s neck and kissed him back.

“You have nothing to be ashamed of, (Y/n).”

I grinned widely, “Still embarrassing that it took your daughter to get us together though.”

“I have something for you, (Y/n)...”

“Let me guess… is it another rubber duck?” I asked, my voice laden with sarcasm. Lucifer’s face turned red as he looked at me a shocked expression on his face before out of thin air, a small box appeared. Lucifer took it in his hands before handing it to me, “I-I’ve been working on them since I left you the first one… I hope you like them.” I smiled and took the lid off, my eyes widening with glee at the sight of the small family of ducks. Two adults, one a light yellow, the other a (H/c) colour with lashes painted around the eyes, with two baby ducks, one the same colour yellow as the adult, also with eyelashes, and the other a red colour. I giggled at the meaning behind the colours, the adult ducks supposed to represent me and Lucifer, and the two baby ones representing Charlie and Alianna, and hugged the blonde male in front of me, “I love them, thank you. I know exactly where these are going,” I spoke, pecking Lucifer on the cheek after leaning down to do so, whispering in his ear, “Short King.”

“I am not that short!”

“Hmmm. Compared to me, you are,” I smirked, “Now, who wants to rebuild this hotel?”

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The ending was not how I imagined it, but at least it didn’t go over 2000 words… This was originally supposed to have more Alastor x Reader in too, but it didn’t fit with the plot I was going with.