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2023 FandomMas Day 3 - Sherlock Holmes

Fandom: BBC Sherlock

Prompt: None

Reader's Relations: Sherlock’s Daughter, you’re like 15 (don’t ask how this is possible, but shhh)

Warnings: This has mentions and depression and self-harm/attempted suicide, please read at your own descrecion!

Other Notes: I had a different idea for this oneshot but wanted to write it for Christmas so it stemmed to this. I do have a kind of similar idea for a romance one for Sherlock with a similar plot, but i might write that after FandomMas is completed. This is set just after Sherlock’s ‘resurrection’ in S3. This is a platonic oneshot, if you couldn’t tell by the reader’s relations. Also, Mary isn’t in this. Sorry, but it’s for the oneshot, also set as if Sherlock returned close-ish to Christmas, idk when exactly it actually is, but changed for the oneshot.

-----------------------JOHN’S POV

“Two years…… Sherlock, two years. You let me believe you were dead for TWO YEARS!”

“I know, but I’m here now. Listen, John before-”

“No. Tell me why. Why did you fake your death? I don’t care how you did it, tell me why! Not only that but did you even think about (Y/n)?! I’ll bet you don’t even know where she is at the moment do you?!”

And for once, Sherlock Holmes was surprised, “W-what? Where is she? John, tell me where she is?!”

“How did you not realise?!” I shouted, “You manage to deduce everything about everyone, but you can’t tell when your own daughter has a mental health problem!” I continued, turning around not even wanting to talk to him anymore. 3… 2… 1… and I felt a hand grasp my wrist, “Wait. John, what are you talking about?”

“For goodness sake, Sherlock. (Y/n) has, or well it might be ‘had’ by now, depression. I’m not sure how long for, but a few days after you ‘died’ I found her sitting in the kitchen with a knife lying beside her and she wasn’t breathing. Once she was in the hospital and she wasn’t losing any more blood from the cuts, I noticed several more on her arms. You ‘dying’ was what must have tipped her over the edge. Do you know how much she cares about you, Sherlock? You’re her world and now, because you were more focused on Moriarty, you might have lost her! She’s been in the hospital since that day in a coma and honestly, the doctors aren’t sure whether she’s going to wake up.”

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

“Sherlock, talking to her isn’t going to magically make her wake up! Just stop it. You lost your chance!”

I felt my senses coming back, hearing voices as I slowly tried to open my eyes, before closing them again, the hospital lights being too bright for me.

“(Y/n), I’m so sorry I didn’t realise. Please, if you can hear me give me some form of sign.”

“D-dad?” I whispered out, my voice hoarse after two years of not being used.

“(Y/n)?! You’re alive.”

I slowly opened my eyes again, getting used to the light, “I-I thought you were dead…” I muttered, adjusting my eyes to see the curly hair belonging to my father.

“I’m so sorry about that, (Y/n). I know I should have said something, I had to stop Moriarty.”

“I know, I’m just glad you’re alive,” I smiled, “Is anyone else here?”

“Yes, John’s here. Why?”

“Oh. Uhh, Doctor Watson, what day is it?”

I noticed him take his phone out for a minute before putting it away again, “It’s Christmas Day, (Y/n), why?”

I just smiled, “Well I guess this could be called a Christmas Miracle. To be honest, this wasn’t how I expected to be spending Christmas; in the hospital with a blood monitor attached to me, but, now I see this, I’m just glad you’re alive, Dad. There was something I was going to give you two years ago, but…”

“Mrs Hudson and the others are on their way, they’re bringing a few things as well, (Y/n).”

Sometime later, there was a knock on the door. After being allowed entry, the door opened to reveal a nurse, “Sorry to interrupt during visiting, but a few people want to come in. What should I say?”

“Let them in please,” I spoke up trying to make sure I was heard.

“Oh, you’ve woken up. Are you sure?”

I nodded again, “Yes. let them in please.”

The nurse nodded and a few minutes later three people entered the room, three people I knew very well; Mrs Hudson, Molly and Detective Inspector Lestrade. All three of them smiled at me when they saw I was awake, and it was only once they were in the room properly, that I noticed they were carrying a bag each. Me, still being a child at heart was curious about the contents of them but I knew that if I was meant to be told I would be.

“Good to see you’re awake, (Y/n),” Mrs Hudson spoke walking over, carrying the bag she was holding, “I believe this is what you were wanting. You hid it well, you know.”

“Well, I had to be careful. If had even been remotely obvious, it would have been found within 30 seconds,” I replied, motioning to my father as I took the wrapped box from the landlady. A smile returned to my face as I turned to face my father, “I was going to give this to you as a birthday present two years ago, but… well, let’s not go into that.”

“Why didn’t you tell me about your depression, (Y/n)?”

I gulped, sending a glare towards Doctor Watson, knowing he was the one that had told my father as I sighed, “I didn’t want to worry you, anyway, stop changing the subject, here,” I spoke, handing him the box, placing my hands back in my lap, waiting for him to unwrap it.

“What is it?”

“You’ll find out if you unwrap it, Dad,” I giggled, knowing that due to the way I’d wrapped it two years ago, he was unable to deduce exactly what it was. He just gave me a small glare before unwrapping it, giving me a deadpanned look when the wrapping paper just revealed the box, “A box?”

“What is inside is your gift, Dad. Geez, I thought you were supposed to be a genius.” He eventually opened the box and his eyes widened as he pulled out the new violin, looking at me, “How did you?”

“You know the money that I’d earned from the babysitting? That’s where it all went. That’s why it took me so long to buy you a new one.”

And for once, he smiled, “Thank you.”

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I’m not too happy with this but I have no idea how to continue it so I’m just going to leave it here….Day 3 done!

could you maybe do an ellie/arnold oneshot? from fireman sam

I don’t write ship oneshots, sorry friend. I don’t feel comfortable writing ships…

John Laurens Oneshot - Strangers to Lovers

Requested?: No

Prompt: “Take my seat.”

Type of oneshot: Fluff

Timing: Modern AU

Reader's Relations: None

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

Other notes: None?

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

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

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

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

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

“Thank you. Turtles are just the best!”

I let out a giggle, “I agree.”

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

“Oh, I’m (Y/n). What about you?”

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

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

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

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

-------------------JOHN’S POV

“John, what’s got you so distracted?”

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

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

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

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

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

“Tell her and I won’t.”

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

“On one condition; I’m driving.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

—--------------------END OF ONESHOT

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

Cilan Oneshot: An Utter Surprise

Requested?: No Prompt: None Type of oneshot: Fluff Reader's Relations: Cilan's girlfriend Reader's Home Region: Unova Warnings: None

Other notes: In this, you work at the trainer school in Striaton City btw, and this takes place post B2W2 and everyone (apart from the children @ the trainer school) is over 18

"Now who wants to see some new Pokémon?" I asked the young children in the trainer school. The group of pre-ten-year-olds. They all looked at me with stars in their eyes and nodded vigorously, causing me to giggle. I smiled and pulled out my 6 Pokéballs, setting the Pokémon residing in them free; Stoutland, Purrloin, Munna, Vanillite, Pidove and Cottonee. The six of them had been told in advance by me that they would be brought out for the children to play with. I smiled and the six of them happily started playing with the children, well, that was until a familiar face appeared in the doorway, "Ah, (Y/n), I was told you'd be in here." My eyes widened and I quickly returned Purrloin to her Pokéball, knowing of Cilan's fear of them and smiled, turning to him, "Cilan! This is a surprise. Why are you here, might I ask?" "Ahh, well, you should know. After all, what day is it?" he asked, coming further into the room, clearly hiding something behind his back. I rolled my eyes, "Cilan you know I don't keep track of dates. Just tell me why you're interrupting my class with this lot." "Well, I have something for you. Here," he replied pulling out what was behind his back, revealing a beautifully decorated cake, causing my heart to melt, "H-happy birthday (Y/n)." I smiled and hugged him, now noticing that the children were all staring at the two of us watching the scene play out, "Honestly, I completely forgot. I've been so caught up with this lot that I completely forgot the date. Did you make this yourself?" "Well, I had a bit of help from Cress and Chili. I baked the cake and iced it, Cress did the lettering because my hands were shaking too much, I'll admit it, and Chili made the little decorations."

I smiled again, "Aww, thank you. Now, you go and get your brothers and come back here and we can eat this cake."

"(Y/n) I'm ba-What is going on in here?" I looked up and saw the owner of the trainer school standing in the doorway. I stood up sheepishly and rubbed the back of my head, "Oh hello Mrs Adamson… To answer your question, I-"

Before I could answer, Cilan had stood up and wrapped an arm around my waist, "I apologise for this intrusion, however, it is (Y/n)'s birthday today and she deserves to celebrate it." I felt my face heat up a bit but before I could say anything, Mrs Adamson had spoken, her face breaking into a smile, "Well, why didn't you tell me beforehand, (Y/n)! Happy birthday!" I smiled and thanked her, just as the parents of the children started arriving, ready to pick them up for the day.

I smiled as I was snuggled into Cilan's side on the sofa spending time with him, as both Chili and Cress, well technically Cress and then Chili went along with it, had said that he needed to spend time with me on my birthday, and I let out a content sigh, "You do realise I will get you back on your birthday you know. For your actions earlier. If I was teaching a slightly older class, Mrs Adamson might not have been so lenient with me! Even with it being my birthday, about not teaching the children and just sitting there eating c-" "You're adorable when you're mad, (Y/n). You know that, right?" Cilan replied, interrupting me and placing his chin on the top of my head. I rolled me eyes, "Oh fuck you. I am not cute!" "I'm sure Cilan would love that (Y/n)!" I felt my face turn bright red, "OH FUCK OFF CHILI! TAKE YOU LITTLE GAY ASS AND FUCK OFF!" I shouted, sending a middle finger over the back of the sofa as I couldn't be bothered turning around to face the redhead myself. "I AM NOT GAY, (Y/N)!!" This time I did sit up and turn to face him, "Really now? Because I've heard you muttering to yourself about how amazing you think Clyde is and how much you want to date him and stuff. If that's not proof then I don't know what is," I giggled, causing his face to turn the same colour as his hair, "YOU HEARD ME?!" That was the point when my face paled. "Wait, why did your face just turn pale, (Y/n)? Is there some-" Chili turned around and I burst out laughing at the fact that Clyde had been standing right behind him, with a bright red blush on his face, "Y-you like me?"

Chili froze and I rolled my eyes, "Yeah… he does. Now you two just get together, I'm fed up of seeing you pinning." The both looked to me and I just shrugged my shoulders, "What? I'm just saying. Now you mister grass-type gym leader are coming with me!" I spoke standing up and grabbing Cilan's hand, dragging him out of the living room and up to his bedroom, where we soon fell asleep, leaving Chili and Clyde downstairs to talk to each other.

When we got downstairs in the morning, I felt my heart met at the sight of Chili lying on the sofa with an arm wrapped around Clyde's waist, who was lying on top of him, his head resting on Chili's chest. I smiled and giggled, but when I turned to Cilan, well, let's just say if had something in my hand I would have dropped it on the floor, Cilan was on the floor on one knee with a ring in his hand. Before he could get a word out however, I had already squealed and nodded, "Y-you don't even need to ask, Cilan, the answer will always be yes." ----------------END OF ONESHOT…. So this was way longer than expected but hey. Oneshots are oneshots

Sebastian Oneshot - You Are the Reason

Requested?: No, please request, I need ideas…

Prompt: None

Type of oneshot: Fluff? Kinda… I dunno what I’d call this

Reader's Relations: Blaine’s twin sister

Warnings: Mentions of transphobia, mentions of s*lf H*rm.

Other notes: Reader is trans, but it’s like not known information. The reader was born female but has been pretending to be male while at school. The first part is set during the former part of season 3. (M/n) means male name.

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I smiled to myself as I walked down the halls of McKinley towards the Choir Room after having been pointed the way by one of the students, my coat wrapped closely around me, covering up my Dalton blazer and tie. I soon came to the room, and knocked on the doorframe, due to the door being wide open, “I am sorry to interrupt but I was wondering if-” Before I could finish my sentence, Blaine had ran up and hugged me, nearly knocking the hat off my head, which would have revealed my longer hair.

“Oh, hello to you too, Little Brother. I missed you.”

“So who is this? Not that I care but just saying.”

Blaine let go of me and turned around to the rest of the group, “This is (Y-” I stepped on his foot giving him a glare, “My name is (M/n), I’m Blaine’s older brother. But that’s all you need to know,” I spoke, before turning to who I guessed was the teacher, “I came because I wanted to ask if I could try out for Glee Club. I recently transferred to McKinley from my old school.”

Before he could reply, Blaine had taken my wrist and pulled me over to the chairs, causing me to let go of my coat, revealing my school uniform underneath, leading to the same girl who’d spoken before to speak out, “Oh great. Mr Scheuster, are you really going to allow this? Some random guy walks in and doesn’t even need to try out? We don’t need two Warblers in our Glee Glub.”

I felt my eye twitching and I stood up turning to her, “Right. I will have you know, Little Miss Cheerleader, that I have no intention of leaking your ‘secrets’ to the Warblers. I left Dalton to come here.”

“Then how come you’re still in your uniform?”

“Because I wanted to have one last day in it before it gets ‘retired’ so to speak. If you want me to sing, I’ll sing,” I replied, taking my coat off completely and standing up. 

https://music.youtube.com/watch?v=gxTRx4uurxs&si=DoXoEmsCa-2vyYGv - the song is Dark Horse by Katy Perry

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“I’ve been thinking. How come you sing like a girl?”

I felt a small pang in my heart and my heart rate started to increase but before I could say anything, Mr Schuester had spoken up, “Santana, that’s enough.”

“No, I want to know. Tell us. Why do you look and dress like a guy, but you sing like a girl?”

Instead of responding, I just stood up and ran out of the Choir Room, ignoring the calls of my name for me to come back. I just ran to the Auditorium and walked onto the stage, thankful no one else was there.

“(M/n)?”

I looked up at the voice and smiled slightly at Blaine, “Hi.”

“You alright?”

I shook my head and soon felt him bring me into a hug, “Just know I’ll never judge you.”

“I know you won’t, but others might... I don’t think people are going to understand. I don’t feel comfortable as a girl.”

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“What’s on your mind, (M/n)? You’ve been zoning out the whole time.”

I sighed, swirling the straw of my smoothie around in the drink, “Seb, you know how when we started dating, we agreed we would and could tell each other anything?” He nodded and I took a deep breath, “Well, the thing is, I apologise, but I’ve been lying to you. I was born a girl. I was allowed to go to Dalton cause I cut my hair a bit shorter and wore a binder to cover my chest. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you earlier, but I’ve come to realise that I don’t feel comfortable with being a girl, so I’m going to undergo surgery to change my gender.”

Sebastian looked at me in shock before a smile took over his face, “That’s perfectly alright with me.”

I felt like a weight was lifted from my shoulders when I heard him say that and I returned his smile, hugging him, “This is why I love you, Seb.”

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I squeaked as I felt a hand hit my head, causing my hat to fall off, in turn revealing my longer hair. This caused the whole Glee Club, minus Blaine, to gasp and I felt my face turn bright red in both embarrassment and anger.

“I told you there was something off about this one. Why’s your hair so long?” Santana asked, getting closer to me, a smirk on her face, telling me she’d been the one to knock my hat off. I felt my heart rate increase and I sighed, “Fine, I’m a girl, but I don’t feel comfortable as a girl, which is why I never mentioned it to you guys. I wanted you to just see the new me rather than the old me,” I replied, “But, I’d rather that fact stayed in here.”

Over the next few weeks, I started to get pushed against the lockers and had several slushies thrown at me as well as hurtful words said to me. It got to the point where there were times that I was late to Glee Club because I had to wash the slushie out of my eyes and change clothes. Had I told anyone I was now being bullied? No. Was I going to? No. Then one day when I walked into Glee Club after just having finished washing a slushie out of my eyes, something snapped in me, and I completely broke down, sobbing. Immediately, Blaine had rushed over, rubbing my back, not asking why I was crying, even though I could tell he wanted to ask why I was crying, but he knew I’d speak when I was really. Eventually with some time, and help from the other Glee Club members, I’d calmed down enough to speak.

“(M/n)? What happened?”

“Someone leaked it to the rest of the school that I was a girl and since then, not a single day has gone by where I haven’t either been pushed against a locker or had a slushie thrown at me. That’s why I’m always late, I’ve been having to wash it off my face and out of my hair,” I responded before being wrapped in a hug.

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“Mr Schuester, before we begin, could I make a small announcement?” I asked, raising my hand, feeling butterflies in my stomach.

“Of course, (M/n),” he replied, smiling at me. I stood up nervously, returning the smile and walked to the front, taking a deep breath, “So, over the past few months, I’ve been going through the process of changing my gender and… I had the surgery on Monday, which is why I haven’t been in since last week.”

Everyone’s faces erupted in smiles, and they all ran up giving me a massive group hug, but the moment was interrupted by a familiar voice, “So, does that mean that I’m back to being gay now?”

I immediately turned on my heel to see Sebastian leaning on the door frame, a smile on his face. I felt my heart pumping, knowing from that statement my friends would have worked out that we were dating, but before any of them could say anything, I’d sped over and grabbed his hand, dragging him out into the hallway, “What the Hell are you doing here?! Sebastian, you really shouldn’t be here. I mean, I’m happy to see you, but why?”

“Warblers practice was cancelled due to several of the boys being ill with the flu, the annoying thing about Boarding Schools, illnesses tend to spread more easily. Anyway, I came over 'cause I wanted to see you.”

“What you mean is you want to know what song we’re planning to beat you with at Sectionals, right?” I giggled out in a joking way, but when he stayed silent, I stopped laughing, “You’re not joking with me… That’s why you came?!”

“(M/n), please..”

“Please what? Do you even love me or was this just a cruel game to you?”

“Listen, I.. Fine, I’ll tell you. We need to break up.”

“What…? Why?” I asked, as the tears started to come to my eyes, “You’re joking this time, right?”

“No, I’m not. I’m sorry, (M/n), but it’s for your own happiness. Your friends know we’re dating now, and I know they don’t like me, so I’m saving you the job of breaking up with me when you eventually choose them over me.”

“But… I can explain to them. They’ll understand that there’s more to you than the ‘massive arsehole’ they see you as.”

“Maybe. But the point is, I know they don’t like me. Goodbye, (M/n),” and before I could say anything else, he’d turned around and was walking down the corridor away from me before slipping out of my sight. I wiped my now tear-stained eyes, and took a deep breath, trying to make it look like I hadn’t been crying and walked back into the choir room, walking straight over to my bag. I picked it up, took my headphones out and connected them to my phone, before walking back out, not saying a word to anyone. As I was about halfway down the corridor in the opposite direction to where Sebastian had gone, I felt a hand on my wrist. I sighed and paused my music, turning around to see Blaine there.

“What?”

“Why?” he asked, “Out of all the people you could choose, you pick him. Let’s not forget he threw a rock salt slushie at me, (M/n). Why?!”

“I thought, after I’d got to know him he was rather charming, but I can see you were, no, you all were right about him. He is just a heartless asshole.”

“Wait a minute... This is the same guy who you were singing praises about how nice he was to you all the time, literally yesterday, what changed your mind?”

“He broke up with me! Is that what you wanted to know?!” I all but screamed in Blaine’s face before reaching for my headphones again, “I’ll see you at home. There’s something I want to do.” I walked off, putting my headphones back on.

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I gave up trying to hold tears in and let them cascade down my face as I went through my locker, taking down all the photos of Sebastian and I. Most of them were him kissing my cheek while I wasn’t looking, or vice versa, all of which had been taken by other Warblers, them knowing of our relationship, and being sworn to secrecy not to tell anyone else, “There goes my heart beating ‘cause you are the reason, I'm losing my sleep. Please come back now and there goes my mind racing and you are the reason that I'm still breathing. I'm hopeless now.” I started singing softly to myself as I either tore up the pictures I didn’t want to keep, threw them in the bin, or, on the rare occasion that there was someone else in the photo, usually one or more of the other Warblers, I just scored out Sebastian’s face and put them in my bag so I wouldn’t have to see them whenever I opened my locker, I'd climb every mountain and swim every ocean just to be with you and fix what you've broken. Oh, 'cause I need you to see that you are the reason.” It was true, apart from Blaine, Sebastian had been the only one, prior to me telling the rest of the New Directions, about my dislike for my gender, and my want to change it, “There goes my hands shaking and you are the reason my heart keeps bleeding. I need you now and if I could turn back the clock, I'd make sure the light defeated the dark. I'd spend every hour, of every day keeping you safe…”

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“And I'd climb every mountain and swim every ocean just to be with you and fix what you've broken,” I sang out standing on the stage in the auditorium, as for some reason we’d had Glee Club in there rather than the choir room, “Oh, 'cause I need you to see that you are the reason…” The assignment for the week had been ‘Heartbreak’ and that song had been the first one that came to me after what had happened two days ago. I quickly took my seat again, not wanting anyone to see that I was about to burst into tears again, and tried to calm myself down.

That was when I heard my phone go off and I quickly took a look at the caller, gasped, and asked to be excused. Mr Schuester nodded, seeing that it was a phone call and I quickly thanked him, standing up and answering, dashing out of the auditorium, “Nick? Why are you calling me? I’m in Glee practice right now!”

“I’m sorry for interrupting your practice, (M/n), but I thought you’d want to know that your boyfriend is in the hospital.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about. I don’t have a boyfriend.”

“Huh? But aren’t you and Sebastian dating?”

“No, he broke up with me, literally two days ago.”

“Oh..” Nick replied, and even though I couldn’t see him, I could tell he had a surprised and confused look on his face, “Well, he didn’t turn up for Warblers practice yesterday and then Mr (Insert random teacher name) came and let us know this afternoon he’d been in an accident and was in the hospital. When me and Jeff got there, Sebastian’s parents told us he’d been talking about you since he woke up. It was something about ‘Must see (M/n). Need to say something’ or something like that. He needs you, please come…”

“Well, you can tell Sebastian to shove it up his arse. He broke up with me, claiming it ‘for my own happiness’, and said that it was ‘to save me the bother of doing it when I chose the New Directions over him because my friends hate him after he threw that slushie in Blaine’s face. Now is there anything else? Or can I go back to rehearsals?”

I heard Nick sigh on the phone, “It’s up to you, but just to say, I can tell he regrets breaking up with you.”

I just rolled my eyes and hung up, putting my phone away and walking back into the auditorium, sitting down.

“Everything okay?”

I nodded, “Yeah... just a family matter,” I replied, “It can wait until Blaine and I get home, Mr Schuester.”

“If it’s a ‘family matter’ then why wasn’t I told too?”

I rolled my eyes, “For crying out loud, Blaine. How can Mum call two people at once? She called me and asked me to tell you when I could. Which will be after Glee Club is over for the day.”

A few minutes later, we were finished and I saw Blaine take out his phone and message someone. His phone dinged and he turned to me after checking it, “Why did you lie to Mr Schuester about that phone call? Mum said she never called you.”

I bit my lip, “Because no one would actually care about the truth anyway. Plus I’m still trying to decide myself on what to do. Sebastian’s in the hospital. It was Nick who called me earlier to tell me. He said something about an accident and that Sebastian had been wanting to talk to me since he woke up. I’m not going though.”

“(M/n). You should go and see him. If he wants to talk to you, should should at least do that for him.”

“Oh, so you’re on his side now? Blaine ‘He-threw-a-rock-salt-slushie-at-me’ Anderson. Why are you saying I should go and see him in the hospital? I thought you didn’t want me to be with him.”

“While I still don’t like the idea of him dating you. If he wants to talk to you, you should go. Perhaps he wants to apologise.”

“What? Like how he apologised for nearly blinding you?”

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However, Blaine managed to get me to go and see Sebastian and I was surprised to see him lying on the bed, a heart rate monitor attached to his arm, and his forearms covered in bandages. Only his forearms… everywhere else was clean, well apart from his hands and face having bloodstains on them… That’s when I worked it out…

“Alright, out with it. Why did you want me to come? And why’d Nick lie to me about you being in an accident? This clearly was not an ‘accident’. You did this to yourself.”

“(M/n)? You came?”

“Obviously… Now answer my questions,” I replied, tapping my finger on my arm, an unimpressed look on my face.

“Mum, please can we be alone?” Sebastian asked, turning to his mother, who had been sitting by the bed, reading a book. She stood up and left, not before giving me a ‘This is all your fault’ glare. I gulped and walked closer, to Sebastian after his mother had left the room, knowing she, for some reason, blamed me for Sebastian trying to kill himself.

“Now, answer my questions. Why did you want me to come?”

“All three are connected. The answers to your questions, I mean. I wanted you to come because I wanted to see you, I did this to myself because of how I hurt you. I still love you and I couldn’t live with myself after seeing your face when I broke up with you. A face like yours should only ever have happy tears streaming down the cheeks. My mother told me to break up with you. I know she doesn’t like you, but I couldn't disappoint her, I regretted breaking up with you after I saw your face. Finally, I asked Nick to tell you I was in the hospital. Honestly, he didn’t know the whole truth either, all he knew was I’d managed to slice both my arms, so he probably just assumed it was some form of accident. Could you ever forgive me?”

I gulped and saw the tears rolling down his cheeks, the beeping of the heart-rate monitor slowing down.

“(M/n). Please. I need to know if you forgive me. The doctors said I still don’t have enough blood in my body to go on for too long, but I want to know if you forgive me before it’s too late.”

“Do you promise you’re telling the truth? You didn’t want to break up with me?”

“Yes, I’m telling the truth. I didn’t want to break up with you, my mother forced me to.”

“Sebastian, what’s your blood type?”

“Why… Wait… Really?”

“Just tell me your blood type, Smythe,” I replied leaning down and gently hugging him.

“A-, does that-” Before Sebastian could finish his sentence, a nurse had walked through the door, “Oh hello, are you-”

“Let me donate blood. Please. I’ve got the same blood type. I’m begging you.”

“(M/n), you don’t have to.”

“Yes. I do, Seb. Please, Miss Nurse. I know I’ve got the same blood type as him. I can give him blood, just let me.”

“Are you sure? If so I’ll go and get a doctor.”

I nodded eagerly, “Yes. I can tell Sebastian doesn’t have enough blood in his body due to all he lost and I know it’s at a point where he could die due to the blood loss. Please.”

The nurse smiled at me and nodded, “Okay. I’ll need your name so we can double-check you have the same blood type. Then a doctor should be in.”

“Of course. (M/n) Anderson, although it might still be written as (Y/n).”

“Thank you. A doctor should be in in a few minutes.”

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About 15 minutes later, Sebastian’s heart rate was back up to what it should be and his mother came back in. I stood up from the chair I’d been in and let go of Sebastian’s hand, my heart racing as I knew she was going to do something to me, probably saying I’d overstayed my welcome and shouldn’t be there so I closed my eyes, bracing myself for impact, but was surprised when I was wrapped in a hug. My eyes shot open and I blinked at her words, “Thank you. You saved my  son’s life!”

“Y-you’re welcome Mrs Smythe. I was just doing what anyone would do seeing a person in ne-Wait a minute, don’t you hate me? Why are you hugging me?”

“You saved my son’s life, and I can see that you make him happy. I apologise for forcing him to break up with you.”

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“A-are you sure you okay with having Sebastian as a brother-in-law, Blaine?” I asked as he helped me tie the bow tie on my tux, as I’d never been good at it and he was an expert.

“If you’re happy, (M/n). I am. I know he was not very nice and did some bad things, but I know you love him and I am willing to put my dislike for him aside for your happiness, as you are my brother.”

I smiled and hugged him as he finished tying the bow tie, “Thanks, Blaine. You are the best brother ever.”

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So this is over 3500 words… It’s been in my drafts half-written for ages, and only recently did I get an idea to finish it. It morphed into this and is now very long… Oh well… Curse the over-creative brain, and I have another Glee oneshot idea which will be the next one to be written.

is the request form still open?

Yes it is. but I’d prefer that if you’re requesting, you put it as an ask here with all the details in. that way I get notified when you request.

Love is Unconditional - Trans! Apollo x Reader

Requested?: No

Prompt: None/a fanart i found on Pinterest (https://www.pinterest.co.uk/pin/758575131012464441/)

Timing: Between Dual Destinies and Spirit of Justice

Type of oneshot: Fluff

Reader's Age:  24

Reader's Occupation: Defence Attorney 

Reader's Relations: Apollo’s girlfriend

Warnings: Talk of Trans things, small mention of sexual content, but it’s like one line, so I don’t think it counts as a lime.

Other notes: DO NOT WRITE ANYTHING HOMOPHOBIC IN THE COMMENTS. IF YOU DON’T LIKE, DON’T FUCKING READ. This was an idea that stemmed from a Pinterest post I found. I did not come up with this idea the idea of Trans! Apollo i mean, the oneshot idea is mine. Also, the reader is bisexual in this.

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Walking back from the courthouse to the small flat I shared with Apollo was a pleasant journey. It was a lovely day, which brightened my mood, and I’d just managed to get a ‘Not Guilty’ verdict. Due to it already being past 4 o’clock when the trial ended, Mr Wright said I could just go home, rather than return to the agency, although I did have to drop past anyway to pick up a couple of things for Apollo as he’d been given the day off due to just having finished a stressful case.

As I took my shoes off, the flat was almost silent, something that was out of the ordinary as usual, Apollo would have been rushing around doing random things, wanting to clean the flat til it was spotless. Instead, I found all the shoes, some of which included his slippers, my slippers, his work shoes, and both our trainers, lying all around the floor. That’s when I heard soft crying, which confused me, Apollo wasn’t one to cry. I followed the sound to the bedroom to see him curled up on our bed, crying, trying to be quiet.

“Polly? What happened?” I asked, closing the door behind me, despite knowing that there was no one else there.

He looked up at me and I saw just how tear-stained his cheeks were, which broke my heart. I walked over and sat down next to where his head was, pulling it onto my lap and stroking his hair, “Polly, tell me what’s wrong.”

I felt his body wrack with another sob and he shook his head, “No, you’re going to hate me.”

“Apollo, I could never hate you. I’m your girlfriend, I love you so much.”

He froze up at that reply, confusing me, “D-do you still love me? Is it that you want to break up with me and you just don’t know how to tell me?”

“No! (Y/n), I love you so much. I-It’s just I’ve realised I’m not comfortable with myself.”

“Whatever do you mean, Polly? You’re not overweight or anything like that, what are you talking about? You’re my perfect little boyfriend.”

“That’s the thing, (Y/n),” he responded, sitting up and facing me, “I don’t want to be your boyfriend anymore.”

That was a stab in my heart, “So you do want to break up?” I asked, feeling tears running down my face, “You just told me you didn’t and that you loved me, Apollo.” Again, he froze up at my statement.

“I don’t mean it like that, (Y/n)... I mean… I don’t know how to say this…I guess the easiest way would just be to say; I’dlikeyoutorefertomeas’Polly’fromnowoneanduse’she/her’pronouns!”

I blinked a few times before smiling, “Of course, I can do that, Polly. You are the best girlfriend ever.” Polly smiled in response and hugged me, “No, you are, (Y/n). I love you.”

“I do think what you mean though, Polly, is, are you Trans? Like you feel like you don’t want to be a boy any more?”

She nodded and snuggled into me, “Y-yeah, that’s a good way of putting it.”

I just pulled her closer and squeezed, “I will help you through this. If you want to go through with any surgery, I will support you through the whole thing, Polly. I love you.”

“Y-you don’t care? Aren’t you straight though?”

I giggled and leaned over, kissing her, “Polly. I love you. What your choose to identify as, girl, boy, vampire, unicorn, I don’t care. I will always love you, even if it means I’m bisexual now. I don’t care about what gender you identify as, I love you for you, and you having the courage to tell me all this, shows me you trust me, and it makes me fall in love with you even more. I will be here for you throughout the whole process. D-do you want to go through with the surgery?” Polly nodded hesitantly and I smiled, “Okay. That’s fine with me, Polly. Now, let me enjoy this dick of yours while you still have it.”

Her face turned bright red and I giggled, kissing her before moving down and unbuckling her belt…

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The next day I woke up earlier than Polly, writing her a note to say I’d gone to work early, wanting to complete some paperwork, although, my real reasoning was to see if anyone had arrived to let them know in advance of Apollo’s change in name and pronouns as she’d given me permission to let Mr Wright, Trucy and Athena know if they asked, or wanted to know. When I arrived at the Agency, Athena was already there, sitting on the sofa, her face dug into, what I guessed was a case file.

“Hey, Athena.”

She looked up and smiled, “Morning, (Y/n)! Where’s Apollo?”

I took a deep breath, “Athena, please can you make sure to refer to Apollo as ‘Polly’ from now on? And if you’re not using names, then use she/her pronouns?”

“Why?”

“Please, just do it for me? I’ll tell you why at a later point, I’m asking you because you want to make Polly feel comfortable right?” Athena nodded and I continued, “Well, it would be really nice if you could do that. It would make her really happy to know that you’re okay with it. Please don’t tell Mr Wright this because I know what’s going to happen when he finds out, but Polly wants to go through with the surgery to turn her into a girl, or well, as much as they can. I can already tell it’s going to be expensive, and I already know how much Mr Wright is going to want to help, but he’s got Trucy to look after and the agency bills to pay, so I’d rather not have him know about the surgery bit until it’s done and all paid for, can your promise that?”

Athena nodded, “Yes ma’am!”

“Thank you, it’ll make Polly really happy if you can do that for her, and if you can, whichever of us sees Mr Wright and/or Trucy first, just to let them know about the first bit of what I told you.”

“Okay!”

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“Polly, calm down. It’s okay.”

“It’s just that, after I do this, the word is going to get out during the next trial I’m in and then I’m scared that it’s going to impact the agency’s business..”

“Why would it do that? It’s your personal choice, Polly. No one else should care what gender you identify as or what your name is. After this, if you do, and it’s a very big if, you get any hateful things said to you, then you come and tell me, and I’ll go make them regret it, okay?” Polly smiled and hugged me, just as her name was called up… We both stood up and followed the young woman into the small room, as she closed the door.

“So, you want to change your gender, correct?”

Polly nodded, “Yes.”

“Very well. If you’ll excuse me for a few minutes, I’ll go and get the forms.”

She stood up and left the room, leaving me and Polly alone. I grasped her hand and pecked her forehead, “It’ll be fine, Polly.” The woman came back in a few minutes later, holding a few sheets of part in her hands, “So, what I need from you is a few signatures, where the ‘x’s are, then you’ll be good to go. Once the surgery is completed, we’ll take a picture and send you new copies of any legal documents that have your name and/or picture on.” Polly smiled and took the papers from her, taking a pen from her pocket and signing when the woman had marked.

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A few days later, I was sitting on one of the sofas in the agency, the one without Trucy’s magic things on, with Polly’s head on my shoulder, her asleep, the two of us taking a few hours to relax after the case we’d finished, me being Polly’s co-counsel for the trial, her being a bit stressed during the trial as the judge kept asking if ‘Mr Justice’s twin sister was supposed to be leading the case’, as the original file that stated the defence, prosecution, victim, defendant and so on, had been updated to fit with Polly’s change of pronouns, causing her a great deal of embarrassment, thankfully I’d been there and, to put a long story short, I told the judge to mind his own business.

It was at the point when I’d been having a conversation with Trucy about her upcoming show, that there was a knock on the door. Mr Wright stood up and opened it, “Edgeworth? What are you doing here?”

“I came because I heard about Justice’s realisation, Wright.”

This woke Polly up and she lifted her head from my shoulder, “What do you mean, Mr Edgeworth?”

“I mean, I was informed that you wish to undergo some surgery to change your body. I came to offer my help in paying for it.” Polly’s eyes widened and she was speechless for a few moments, before regaining her speech, “Mr Edgeworth, are you sure? It’s really expensive and you really don’t have to.”

“I’m sure. It may not look like it, but I am a supporter of the LGBT+ community, and I understand that you don’t get many cases so, it’s my understanding that it would take you a long time to get enough money to pay for it.”

I saw the smile on Polly’s face increase, “If you really want to help, then, at least let me pay for some of it. I would feel bad that you’re paying for something that doesn’t concern you.”

“Very well. If you would allow me to pay for half of it if you wish.”

“Thank you,” Polly replied. I smiled too and placed a hand on her shoulder, “See, I told you that you had friends to support you, Polly.”

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I think I’m going to end this here before I get carried away….

Hii, I saw the note on the updated list and was wondering if you could do Norway for 24? Thanks in advance!!

sure! thanks for understanding, so long as that’s one that doesn’t have a character yet.

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.

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

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

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

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

"What are you talking about?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"What?"

"Run. On 3."

"What about you?"

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

"I'm waiting."

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

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

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

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

"She didn't… did she?"

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

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

YOUR POV

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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