Sirius Oneshot - Sometimes The Truth Isn't As It Seems

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Kurt Oneshot - Similarities

Requested?: No

Prompt: None

Type of oneshot: (Platonic) Fluff 

Reader's Relations: Mr Schuester’s adopted daughter

Warnings:  None I can think of (if any of this is triggering lmk and I’ll make a note for the next time I write a oneshot with this sort of theme)

Other notes: Seriously do not ask how this came to my head. Also, in this, the reader is/you are lesbian, and also don’t ask about the ending. I might make a part 2 for this, 

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I released my hair from its prison called a bobble and let it hang loose over my shoulders as I walked down the halls of McKinley, my hockey stick over my shoulder and my, now, empty water bottle inside the bag containing my hockey stick, looking for my father’s office/classroom. However, I came across a sight that made my blood boil; two guys, who I guessed were, on the football team, were shouting at another boy.

“Hey, you two! Stop that right now!”

They turned to me, “Oh yeah, what are you going to do about it?”

I scoffed and pulled my hockey stick out from its bag, “Do you really want to find out? Because I’ll have you know that I’ve nearly ‘taken off my opponent's legs’ with this stick, as our team’s coach put it. So unless you want to end up in the hospital, I suggest you leave him alone.” The two guys then just ran off and I put my stick away before turning to the boy, “Hey, are you alright?” I asked, a smile on my face. He nodded, “I’m used to it, at least it wasn’t a slushie.”

“Why were they picking on you? Don’t worry, I won’t hit you with this,” I paused and pointed to my hockey stick, “It’s only for jerks and cheaters. I’m (Y/n) by the way.”

“Kurt. It’s nothing, just they do that to everyone.”

“Not to me.”

“Cause you scared them out of their socks.”

“Yeah, I guess I did. Anyway, I gotta go,” I smiled at him and then dashed off still trying to find my father, eventually just bumping into him.

“Oh, hello, (Y/n), what are you doing here?”

“We got back early from the tournament so I thought I’d come to see you here as I figured you wouldn’t be home yet and I kinda left my key at home so I wouldn’t have been able to get in.”

“I see, well this is a surprise, how’d it go?”

“Good. We thrashed everyone!”

“How many goals did you score?” he asked, as we started walking down the hall, I had a feeling I knew his destination, him being the coach for the Glee Club. I just smiled, “Well, let’s just say within the 3 matches we played, I scored more than 5 goals.” He patted me on the head, “Would you like to come to Glee Club today? I’m sure the club would benefit from hearing words of encouragement from a winner such as yourself.”

I gigged and rolled my eyes, “Sure.”

“Good, because here’s the choir room.”

The minute he walked into the room, me following, everyone went quiet. I took my stick off my back and leaned it up against the wall, walking over, prompting one of the girls, who had shoulder-length dark brown/black hair to pipe up, “Mr Schuester, who’s this?”

“Right, I almost forgot,” I gave a small, ‘hmph’ pouting in the process as my father gave a small chuckle, pulling me closer, “This is (Y/n), my daughter.”

“Adopted daughter thank you, now let me go, I’m still sweaty!” I managed to break free from his grasp and went to sit down at the side.

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After the club was finished for the day, I was approached by a guy with a small mohawk, “Hey there, you single?”

I rolled my eyes, “Shut it Puckerman, for your information, I’ve shot down every single boy who’s tried to ask me out, so don’t even try it.” with that, I stood up and hoisted my hockey stick back on my back, “Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to get home.”

“You lesbian or something?”

I rolled my eyes, “So what if I was? Why should it matter to you? No idea why anyone would want to go out with you.”

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“I thought I told you two to back off from Kurt or do you want to be beaten to a pulp?” I threatened the two boys who had Kurt pressed against his locker. This time however they just scoffed in my direction. I rolled my eyes and grabbed my hockey stick from my bag, wrapping it around one of their necks, “This is the last time I will go easy on you, Leave. Him. Alone.”

“What is going on here?!”

“This freak is threatening me!”

I rolled my eyes, “Give it a break, Jerkwad! You were the one that had Kurt pushed against his locker! There’s nothing wrong with being gay!”

We were eventually dragged into the principal’s office and I sat there, examining my fingernails, “For your information, I was defending my friend. This guy has been picking on Kurt because of his sexuality. It doesn’t matter who you love or what gender you are, we are all still human!”

“W-what happened? (Y/n)? What are you doing here?”

“This girl was caught with a hockey stick around the neck of another student, while also threatening him.”

I rolled my eyes, “I’ll state this again, I. Was. Standing. Up. For. My. FRIEND! And just so you know, you can’t expel me because I don’t even go to this school. Now, if you do not mind, I have a hock match I need to get to.” I grabbed Kurt’s hand, dragging him out, leaving the debate up to my father and the principal.

“You know, I’m going to take it upon myself to be your bodyguard Kurt.”

“Why did you stand up for me?”

I gulped and paused, “Promise you won’t say anything?” Kurt nodded and smiled, “Thanks, to tell you the truth, it’s cause I’ve been exactly in your position too. I was bullied in my High School years.”

“Really? But you’re like a, and don’t take this the wrong way, but you’re a badass.”

“To tell the truth, it’s an act I put on. The thing is I’m lesbian, and I was the only kid in my school that was out of the closet. So, I know how you feel.”

Eventually, I ended up transferring to McKinly High, and I started to feel safer. I had my father there to talk to if I got bullied, rather than bottling it up, as well as Kurt, who was like the brother I never had.

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“We’ll go next, Mr Schuester,” Kurt spoke standing up. I followed and we both made our way to the front.

(Bold is you, Italic is Kurt and underlined is both)

I am not a stranger to the dark

Hide away, they say

'Cause we don't want your broken parts

I've learned to be ashamed of all my scars

Run away, they say

No one'll love you as you are

But I won't let them break me down to dust

I know that there's a place for us

For we are glorious

When the sharpest words wanna cut me down

I'm gonna send a flood, gonna drown them out

I am brave, I am bruised

I am who I'm meant to be, this is me

Look out 'cause here I come

And I'm marching on to the beat I drum

I'm not scared to be seen

I make no apologies, this is me

Oh-oh-oh-oh

Oh-oh-oh-oh

Oh-oh-oh-oh

Oh-oh-oh-oh

Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, oh, oh

Another round of bullets hits my skin

Well, fire away 'cause today, I won't let the shame sink in

We are bursting through the barricades

And reaching for the sun

(We are warriors!)

Yeah, that's what we've become

(Yeah, that's what we've become)

Won't let them break me down to dust

I know that there's a place for us

For we are glorious

When the sharpest words wanna cut me down

I'm gonna send a flood, gonna drown them out

I am brave, I am bruised

I am who I'm meant to be, this is me

Look out 'cause here I come

And I'm marching on to the beat I drum

I'm not scared to be seen

I make no apologies, this is me

Oh-oh-oh-oh

Oh-oh-oh-oh

Oh-oh-oh-oh

Oh-oh-oh-oh

Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, oh, oh

This is me

Oh-oh-oh-oh

And I know that I deserve your love

Oh-oh-oh-oh

There's nothing I'm not worthy of

Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, oh, oh

When the sharpest words wanna cut me down

I'm gonna send a flood, gonna drown them out

This is brave, this is bruised

This is who I'm meant to be, this is me

Look out 'cause here I come

Look out 'cause here I come

And I'm marching on to the beat I drum

(Marching on, marching, marching on)

I'm not scared to be seen

I make no apologies, this is me

Oh-oh-oh-oh

(When the sharpest words wanna break me down)

(I'm gonna send a flood, gonna drown them out)

I'm gonna send a flood, gonna drown them out

Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, oh, oh

This is me

And… everyone’s faces were in shock. I smiled at Kurt and returned to my place as he went to sit back down. Throughout the rest of the competition, I just couldn’t get one thought out of my mind:

Am I actually a lesbian?

I’d had so much fun singing with Kurt and I tried to snap myself out of it, telling myself the fact I knew which was that Kurt was gay, at least he’d had the courage to tell people. Then there was me, with only two people that I knew properly, other than the people at my school, knowing that I was lesbian, them being Kurt and my father. After my best friend in school had outed me in assembly, I vowed never to tell anyone again.

Eventually, everyone had finished their duets and it was voting time. I was surprised when Kurt and I won and were even more surprised when my father actually let us take the dinner voucher for Breadstix, despite knowing that he was trying to get a couple together.

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“Where are you going all dressed up? Do you have a girlfriend and didn’t tell me?”

I rolled my eyes, “Dad, if I did, you know I would tell you, and I’m going out with Kurt. You know our ‘dinner at Breadstix that’s on you’? The duet competition?”

“Oh yeah, I guess I forgot. Now don’t you forget-Wait, nevermind.”

I rolled my eyes, knowing he was going to say ‘remember to use protection’, then remembered something, “Dad, nothing like that is going to happen. Remember, I’m lesbian and Kurt’s gay there’s no romantic or sexual attraction between us. Seriously, it's just friendship.”

“I know, I’m sorry, (Y/n). I just don’t want you to get hurt.”

“And I’m not going to get hurt. I have nothing but friendship love for Kurt… I think platonic is the word. Also, he invited me over afterwards for movies. Now if you don’t mind, I’ve got to go or I’ll be late for meeting him.”

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“Hey, Kurt, sorry I’m late.”

“It’s alright, now for free Breadstix!”

I giggled at his attitude as he pulled me inside and a waitress took us to a table. Throughout the night I really enjoyed myself and as we were walking back to Kurt’s house, ready to watch movies, I let out a little sneeze.

“You’re sneeze is adorable, you know.”

I just glared at him, “I am not cute! I’m a ferocious lion, not a tiny kitten… just a lion that’s cold… and didn’t bring her coat.”

I noticed Kurt chuckling and he made a ‘come here’ motion. I moved closer to him and he wrapped his coat around me as well, causing my face to heat up. I mentally cursed myself, why do you do this to me, feelings? I questioned how I’d managed to fall in love with him, when I’d had crushes on girls my whole life (never told any of them though), I was falling in love with a guy…. And not just any guy, one I knew for certain was gay, and who I considered to be my best friend.

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After watching the 3rd film, I leaned my head on Kurt’s shoulder, sighing in contentment and smiling, starting to feel sleepy, “Can I confess something to you?”

“Of course, (Y/n). You know anything you tell me I will not tell anyone.”

I smiled, “I’m glad I have a best friend like you, Kurt. I’ve never actually been kissed before, well I mean romantically.”

Kurt just looked at me, his mouth agape, “(Y/n), you have guys hanging off you every day!”

“Oh please, straight guys only want to get in your pants and then leave, like a ‘fuck and run’ scenario. I’ve rejected every single boy that’s ever made any form advance on me, romantic or otherwise…”

“I see… I’ve never been kissed either.”

I looked him in the eye and just before I knew it, I’d pushed him down on the sofa and kissed him. When I saw his shocked face and realised what I’d done, I immediately broke off and started to frantically apologise, “I’m so sorry Kurt! I wasn’t thinking! Sorry, sorry sorry!”

“(Y/n), stop apologising. I understand... And to be honest, I wouldn’t mind you doing it again.”

My face lit up, “A-are you sure?”

“As my dad told me, I’m not actually going to know if I’m gay if I go around avoiding girls my whole life.”

“S-so that’s what you see me as? An ‘experiment’ to see if you’re actually gay? Wow, that’s great words to hear from my best fr-” I stopped talking when he kissed me again, “No, that’s not it, (Y/n). well, not the whole of it. I feel something inside when I see you. You light up my whole life.”

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I quickly stood up and ran out of the choir room to the toilets, where I promptly emptied my stomach. I took a deep breath before standing up and flushing the toilet, cleaning my face in the sink, and wiping my mouth and hands before leaving the toilet to see Kurt pacing there, “Whatcha pacing for?” I asked getting his attention, “Shouldn’t you be back in the choir room?”

“I ran out, following you when you dashed out. Well, actually Mr Schuester told me to follow you to make sure you were alright, you know with us being ‘friends’ and all,” he spoke.

“Thank you, Kurt. I-I wanna go home, I just feel really sick.”

Kurt helped me walk back to the choir room, letting me wait outside as he walked back in, asking my father something before walking back out, “Told your father. He said it’s okay for me to take you home, but first, we’re going to the doctor’s, I was to know what’s wrong with you.”

“Kurt, you don’t have to take me to the doctor. If I’m still not feeling well in the morning, I’m sure my father will make an appointment for me.”

“I’m going to look after you, (Y/n).”

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“Is this your boyfriend?” the nurse asked, pointing to Kurt, who was standing next to me in the examination room.  I rolled my eyes, “Is that your business? I don’t believe so, just tell me what’s wrong with me.”

The nurse’s answer completely shocked me…

“I-I’m pregnant?”

The nurse nodded and Kurt ended up taking me home, me hyperventilating the whole time, questions circling my brain, “How am I going to tell my father? What am I going to tell him? What will the school think? Are you going to stop being friends with me?” These were only 4 of the thousands of questions in my head that I actually voiced to Kurt as we walked back.

“Firstly, I’ll be there when you tell him, he’s probably going to ask why we weren’t home when he got back, then we’ll tell him, as for the school, I don’t know, and no, I’m not going to stop being friends with you.”

I smiled, “Thanks Kurt… and here we are.” I opened the front door, trying not to be heard, however, that didn’t go as planned, “(Y/n)! There you are. Where did you go? Why weren’t you home when I got back?”

I bit my lip and looked away, not wanting to face him, as I felt Kurt’s hand on my shoulder, “I took her to the doctor, Mr Schuester. She threw up in the toilet and said she wasn’t feeling well, which is why I asked if I could take her home. I am sorry I took her without telling you, but I thought we’d be back before you.”

“I appreciate you looking after my daughter, Kurt, thank you. Now what did the doctor say, (Y/n)?” I dug my head into Kurt’s chest and shook my head, showing I didn’t want to talk about it, “No. Don’t want to admit it.”

“(Y/n), I’m not going to be mad, I promise, whatever is wrong with you, I’ll look after you until you get better.”

I leaned up to Kurt’s ear and whispered that I wanted him to tell my father. I got a shoulder squeeze in return and I felt Kurt nodding, “Mr Schuester, (Y/n) is pregnant.”

When silence was the only answer I lifted my head from Kurt’s shoulder, scared and nervous of my father’s response as I looked towards him.

“How? (Y/n), I thought you were lesbian… That’s what you told me.”

“I know, Dad, and I thought I was too, but after we went to Breadstix and were watching movies, I just felt something and yeah… I looked towards Kurt, burying my head in his chest again as he wrapped his arms around me, “P-please don’t kick me out.”

“(Y/n), come here please.”

I gulped and reluctantly broke away from Kurt, walking towards my father, who embraced me in a hug, “I’m not going to kick me out, I’m just surprised. I would never kick you out.”

I smiled and returned the hug, “T-thank you.”

----------------------- A MONTH LATER

I was walking down the corridor going to the Choir Room, when I walked past some of the Cheerios, who were gossipping, “Did you hear, (Y/n) is pregnant.”

“Really? Who’s the father?”

“I don’t know, surprising though, isn’t she like a lesbian?”

“I heard it’s that gay kid. I saw them going home together a few weeks ago.”

I shook my head and kept walking, only to be pushed against a locker again, “Watch where you’re going, freak!”

I blinked back the tears and all but ran to the Choir Room, thankful that Kurt was already there. I sat down next to him and he wrapped his arm around me, “What happened?”

“Well, the Cheerios know I’m pregnant, I heard them questioning it and about who was the father and stuff. Then I got pushed against my locker.”

“You need to tell Mr Schuester, (Y/n), if-”

“Need to tell me what?”

I shot up and froze, “Nothing! It’s nothing, I promise.”

However, he could tell I was lying, “(Y/n), Kurt can I speak to you two in my office please?” I sighed and stood up, Kurt following as we walked over to the small office, adjacent to the Choir Room.

“What is it you need to tell me, (Y/n)?”

“I said it’s-”

“(Y/n) is being bullied Mr Schue, I’d hazard that the whole school probably knows she’s pregnant by now if the Cheerios and football team do.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I didn’t want to worry you. I can handle it.”

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“Did you hear? The gay kid impregnated the lesbian one.”

I sighed and walked away from the two football players and walked down the corridor until I felt a hand on my shoulder shove me into a locker, scratching my back on the handle.

“Are you actually lesbian? Or did you just say that to get attention?”

“Why would I want this kind of attention? I came to this school to make friends after being bullied at my old one! Turns out it’s not safe anywhere!”

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From about the fourth month of my pregnancy, Kurt stayed every weekend to help look after me to give my dad a break.

“Can I get you anything, (Y/n)?”

“A new school where I won’t be bullied for my sexuality?” I asked, tears starting to stream down my face, “Some more friends? Actually…. Speaking of which, what are we, Kurt?”

“I believe I know the term,” he spoke, walking over and sitting next to me on the bed, kissing me, “Bisexual.” I giggled and returned the kiss, “What do you think we should name the little one? And before you ask, no, we’re not calling them Kurt Jr.”

“How did you know I was going to suggest that? Anyway, I took the liberty of noting down a few names,” he walked over to his bag and took out a piece of paper, “on here.” I gigged and took it from him, unfolding it to see an A4 sheet of paper, one side completely covered in girls’ names, the other in boys' names. I let out a chuckle, “Wow… that’s a lot of suggestions.”

“Can never be too prepared, (Y/n).”

I started to read through the names, “Can you pass me a pen please?” Kurt smiled, pecking my forehead before standing up and grabbing a pen, handing it to me. As I read through the names, I put a circle around the ones I liked, before handing it back to him, “I’ve circled the ones I like. Do you want to know the gender beforehand or wait until they’re born?”

“I’d like to know, but if you want to wait, I’m happy to wait.”

I smiled, “I want to know too.”

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Five months later, Gabriella Haille Amelia Hummel, was born. I had given her Kurt’s surname, something he was happy about he was ecstatic when he was allowed to hold her.

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So this is what happens when I am sleep deprived…. It’s 3731 words long…. Help

Apollo Oneshot - Doors Closed? Well, Windows are Always an Option

Requested?: No

Prompt: None

Timing: After DD

Type of oneshot: Fluff

Reader's Age: 26

Reader's Occupation: Not Applicable

Reader's Relations: None

Warnings: Swearing

Other notes: None

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“This is the LAST straw! I’ve put up with your fucking bullshit for seven years, I’m filing for a divorce.”

“Oh come on, baby, please! Just give me one more chance!”

“Fuck off! That’s what you said after the last FIVE times you cheated on me while I was out of town. No more ‘last chances’,” I shouted back at my soon-to-be ex-husband, “We’re over!” With that, I turned on my heel and walked off upstairs, calling a familiar number. However, I didn’t expect the response I got, “Hello, Wright Anything Agency, Athena speaking. How can I help?”

“Oh. Is Mr Wright there? I need to talk to him about something.”

I heard fidgeting for a while before a familiar voice was heard, “(Y/n)? Please don’t tell me you got arrested again.”

“Oh, god no. Thankfully, I’m not as bad as Maya but I need you to take a case for me…  If you’re able to, that is. It’s not murder, more of a civil case… I finally filed for divorce with my husband…”

“Well, I’m glad you didn’t get arrested again, (Y/n). The thing is… I’m currently dealing with quite a hard case.”

“Oh! I’m sorry to bother you then. I’ll just wait for a state-pointed lawyer.”

(AN: I know nothing about Divorce cases, so any information is probably wrong, as Google doesn’t want to be helpful)

“(Y/n), that’s not really how divorce cases work. Both parties get a lawyer and then they argue on and on, back and forth for ages, sometimes they even go on for weeks.”

“WHAT?! So if I don’t find a lawyer, I’m screwed?”

I could hear him chuckling on the other end, but I soon got a response, “Lucky for you, I have two employees if you’re willing to let one of them take your case.”

“Yes. Please, Mr Wright, I just need a lawyer!”

“Give me a minute then,” I heard him put the phone down, on what I guessed was a desk and a ‘Who wants to take on a divorce case?’ I didn’t hear either reply, but heard Mr Wright pick the phone back up, “Apollo said he can take your case, would you be able to come to the agency to talk to him about it?”

“Of course. Do you mean now?”

“Yes, if you’re able to.”

“Yeah, I’ll be down soon.”

We said our goodbyes and I put my phone away, starting to put my shoes and coat on.

“Where are you going?”

“Going to speak with my divorce lawyer. Not that you need to know my every move.”

----------------------(Several months later)

“Aww, you like her, don’t you, Polly!”

“Trucy, please be quiet. I’m sure Miss (L/n) has better things to do than to hear you making stuff up,” Apollo replied, “She just got out of a messy divorce case. She won’t be looking for a new relationship for a while.”

“How do you know?” I asked, smiling, “Thank you for all your help, Mr Justice. I’m glad you agreed to do this for me.”

“It’s my job, Miss (L/n). No need to thank me.”

Before I had a chance to respond, I felt a pair of arms wrap around one of my legs, “Mummy!”

“Hello, sweetie. How are you doing?”

“Good. I’m glad I get to stay with you!”

“That makes me happy to hear, Sweetie, but there’s someone you need to thank for that,” I replied, bending down to Melissa’s level and pointing up to Mr Justice who was now engrossed in a conversation with his assistant. Melissa nodded and walked over to him, in her 5-year-old glory, tugging on his trouser leg, “Excuse me.”

“Hm? Oh, yes? What is it, Little One?” Mr Justice spoke, bending down to her level.

“T-thank you! I’m glad I get to stay with Mummy. Thank you for everything you did for her, but does this mean I’m not going to have a Daddy anymore?”

I sighed and walked over, “That’s complicated, Honey. You won’t see your biological daddy as often as you used to, perhaps once or twice a month, but maybe you’ll get a stepdad at some point in the future.”

Melissa looked at me for a moment before a smirk overtook her face as she turned back to Mr Justice, “Will you be my new Papa?”

He recoiled back in shock, his spikes flicking back as a confused look overtook his face as he started to rub the spikes of hair, “Um… I don’t know what to say about that…”

“Aww… You’re really nice though!”

I rolled my eyes and sighed after getting over the shock of Melissa’s question, trying to hide the blush on my face as I bent down to pick her up, “Mel, that’s not something you can go around asking people. Mr Justice, I apologise for Melissa’s behaviour, she’s just taking this hard.”

“I-It’s okay, Miss (L/n). It’s cute, actually.”

“Oh come on, Polly! Just ask her on a date! You were oogling at her the whole case!”

“TRUCY! Please stop. It’s not right for me to do that. Miss (L/n) has just gone through a divorce, she wouldn’t be ready for that yet.”

I smiled and put Melissa down, tapping the brown-haired attorney on the shoulder, causing him to look at me, “I-I wouldn’t mind it if you were to ask me on a date.”

“Really? Well, do you want to go and grab a coffee sometime?” he asked, rubbing the spikes of his hair against his head. I giggled and nodded, “I’d love to. When were you thinking?”

“You two go now, Miss (L/n), I can bring Melissa back to the agency with me and you can pick her up from there if that’s alright.”

I blinked in surprise and turned to the young magician, who had a smirk on her face, bouncing up and down on her feet, arms behind her back, but before I could say anything, Melissa had run up to her and jumped into her arms, “Fun!”

“It seems Melissa agrees, have fun you two!” Trucy spoke, before bouncing out of the courthouse. I giggled, “So… coffee?”

---------------------TRUCY’S POV

“Hi Daddy!”

“Welcome back, Tru…cy, why have you got a child?!”

“Daddy, this is Melissa, she’s Miss (Y/n)’s daughter. The lady Polly was taking the case of.”

“That still doesn’t answer my question, Truce. Where are (Y/n) and Apollo anyway?”

“Out on a date. I said I’d look after Melissa until they got back. Look how cute she is, Daddy!”

Daddy chuckled for a moment, patting me on the head, “If you say so, Trucy. I have to go and investigate the crime scene again, Athena is at the detention centre talking to a potential client, so it will only be you and Melissa here, okay?”

“Okay, Daddy!” I replied, turning back to Melissa.

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“That was fun. Thank you for asking me out, Apollo.”

“I had fun too, (Y/n). Maybe you’d like to do it again sometime?” he asked, rubbing his spikes again, an embarrassed look on his face. I giggled and brought my hand up to pull his hand away from the two strands of hair, “I’d love that,” I spoke, pecking him on the cheek. When I pulled away his face was bright red and I couldn’t help what I did next; I grabbed him by the lapels of his waistcoat and pulled him to my level, kissing him on the lips, causing him to blink in shock.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry, Apollo. I wasn’t thinking and I-” he cut me off my placing a finger on my lips, “Don’t apologise, (Y/n). I was kind of wanting to do the same thing…”

“R-really?!”

“You seem surprised… You’re really pretty, and honestly, over the course of settling this divorce for you, I’ve kinda fallen in love with you.”

My eyes widened and I brought my hand up to my mouth, “R-really? Because I feel the same…”

--------------------------------APOLLO’S POV - a few years later

“Melissa… can I talk to you, please?” I asked, walking over after Trucy had just finished showing the young girl another magic trick.

“Hm? Of course, you can, Polly!”

“I was wondering… how would you feel about me becoming your new Daddy?”

Her face lit up as if she was a set of Christmas lights and she nodded, “YES!”

-----------------------------YOUR POV (Christmas Day)

“(Y/n), I-I want to ask you something. Don’t feel pressured to say yes, because I know how this ended up for you last time, but I was wondering if you’re ready… would you consider marrying me?” Apollo asked, getting down on one knee in front of me, a ring in his hand. My hands flew my to mouth and I nodded, “Of course!”

He smiled and sat back down on the sofa, putting the ring on my finger before Melissa crawled onto his lap, “Does that mean I can call you ‘Daddy’ now?”

“If you want to, Melissa.”

This just increased her smile and she wrapped her arms around him in a hug, “I love you, Daddy.”

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Just some Polly fluff I thought of whilst reading other oneshots… 

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So, I finally got around to watching Descendants and... well I fell into the rabbit hole. So I will now be writing oneshots for the fandom. Here is the form link for requests: https://forms.gle/vT7pca5bj8AxHqST6 I will also add it to the rest of the forms.

Kinktober Update

so my laptop cable broke, hence why no kinktober… and now honestly I don’t really have the motivation for it… so no kinktober this year, I might next year if I am in a position to do so. I apologise

Can you do a head cannon of chief fire officer Boyce please

I already answered this. I don’t write for him sorry

A few notes.

So I’m planning to do both Kinktober, a s what I call FandomMas this year. If you don’t know, FandomMas is my oneshot advent calendar type thing. So from the first of December, a oneshot will be written/posted a day til the 25th. I still need ideas though. Please request characters only from my masterlist with a small plot idea. all plots for FandomMas must be Christmas related all for Kinktober must give me a character and a kink. for requesting both please do it via asks. as I don’t check tumblr often so I prob won’t see if you comment on this post

Wolfstar x Reader Oneshot - Extreme Truth or Dare

Requested?: No

Prompt: None

Type of oneshot: Fluff

Timing: Marauders’ Era (7th Year)/Golden Trio Era (OOTP)

Reader's Relations: None

Reader’s House: Gryffindor

Warnings: It gets a bit steamy, but it’s not fully written smut

Other notes: Also, the first bit takes place in February of 7th Year, for plot reasons. Also in this Sirius doesn’t die

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“No.”

“Why?”

“Because I’m not a child.”

“Neither are we. It’s just a game, (Y/n), why won’t you play with us?”

I rolled my eyes and closed the book I was reading, “Let me rephrase that sentence. I do not act like a child. Truth or Dare is a game that first and second years play not seventh years. You boys need to grow up!”

“But it’s fun!” James protested, leaning over the back of the sofa I was sitting on to whisper in my ear, “Plus you might get a chance to confess your crush.”

“Shut it you git!” I retorted, throwing a nearby cushion at his head. How he knew I had a crush on one of his best friends, I had no idea, “If you boys promise to behave, and by that, I mean no inappropriate questions, I’ll play.”

“Awesome! Best person ever!” Sirius shouted, running over and hugging me, “You’re my favourite person, (Y/n)!”

“T-thank you,” I replied, feeling my face heat up.

“Right! I’ll go first, (Y/n), truth or dare?”

I rolled my eyes sighing, “Dare. I am not giving you a chance to ask me that question I know you want to ask me.”

“Fine, be like that, but I dare you to sit on Padfoot’s lap for the rest of the game,” James responded, smirking. I felt my face heat up as I turned to Sirius, “I-is that okay with you?” Sirius nodded turning away from me and I walked over to him sitting down on his lap, shifting a bit.

“Stop that, (Y/n).”

“I’m trying to get comfortable! It’s not my fault you’re an uncomfortable chair.”

“I’m sure there’s one part of him you’d love to sit on though, right, (Y/n)?” James asked, wiggling his eyebrows. My face went bright red, knowing exactly what he was hinting at and threw another red and yellow cushion at him, “Shut up! So my turn now… Remus, truth or dare?”

He thought for a moment before speaking, “Dare.”

This put a smirk on my face, “Next time you see Jen, ask her out. I know you like her.” Remus’ face turned red and I chuckled, “And I’m right.” Before Remus had a chance to recover, the portrait hole opened and in came Lily, Jen following behind her, the two of them holding a couple of pieces of parchment each. The smirk on my face grew and I turned to them, “Jen! Come over here for a minute please!”

The Hufflepuff turned to face me and placed her books down on a nearby table before walking over, “Yeah?” I just looked at Remus and nodded, causing him to get fidgety, “Do I have to do this in the middle of the common room?”

I nodded, “Gotta make sure you do it, Rem.”

He sighed and stood up, “Fine, but I’ll get you back for this. Jen, listen, whatever you say, I won’t be upset or annoyed, but I really like you, and I was wondering if you’d like to go on a date?” I could see his face was bright red as Jen stared at him, blinking, “Oh. I actually had no idea. I’m sorry, Remus but-”

“JEN!”

Before we knew it, Charlotte had ran up and hugged Jen from behind, “You didn’t tell me you were coming.”

“I was dragged, Lottie. Would you mind giving me my personal space for a few minutes?”

Charlotte nodded and unwrapped her arms from Jen’s waist, “Yeah! I’ll be up in my dorm, you better come and talk once you’re done with whatever it is you’re doing with these guys,” she spoke, quickly pecking Jen on the cheek before running back upstairs to her dorm room.

“As I was saying, I’m sorry, Remus, but I’m already taken.”

I could almost see Remus’ heart break at hearing that, but he did his best to compose himself, “Oh, right. That’s okay. Sorry to bother you, I just thought I’d tell you.”

I knew Jen didn’t want to hurt his feelings and I could tell she felt bad as she turned and walked up the stairs to the girls’ dorms, I started to feel bad too as I’d been the one to dare Remus to confess, but before anyone else could say anything, Remus had turned to me, “How could you?! Are you trying to embarrass me?!”

“Remus, I didn’t know she was dating someone. Seriously. I had no idea!” I shouted, standing up from Sirius’ lap to face him.

“You still dared me to tell her I liked her! This is your fault, (Y/n)! I HATE YOU!”

I gasped at his outburst, feeling tears come to my eyes due to my crush on him. Thankfully, James didn’t know that as he’d be teasing me about liking both him and Sirius if he knew. Remus walked closer to me, anger in his eyes, but before he could get too close, Sirius stood up and stood in front of me, “Moony, stay away from my girlfriend!” he shouted, blocking me from Remus.

“Sirius. Move.”

“No. I won’t let you hurt her! None of us knew Jen was dating Charlotte, if we did we would have told (Y/n) to change the dare! None of us would purposely do anything to make you upset, don’t you know that?! We’re the ones that became animagi to help you! We’d sacrifice anything for you, Moony!”

At this, Remus took a step back, “I-I’m sorry, (Y/n). I have to reason to be mad at you if you say you didn’t know, then I believe you.”

I smiled, “It’s okay Remus. Now, back to the topic at hand, Sirius, did you call me your girlfriend?”

Sirius’ face turned red and he started stuttering, “Um.. well, I-... yes. I’m sorry, I like you, but I know you like-” I shut him up by leaning up and kissing him, surprising him.

“You.”

“M-me?! But I thought you like M-”

“It’s always been you, Sirius,” I replied, quickly, trying to make him shut up, knowing that James had probably told him I liked Remus, “Okay! Back to the game,” I continued, as Sirius sat back down on the sofa, pulling me back on his lap, “Now you’ve got to stay there.” I blinked a few times and nodded, still slightly confused at what he meant, but Remus brought me back to reality, “Sirius, truth or dare?”

“Um, Dare.”

“Okay… Kiss (Y/n).”

I could see there was something inside Remus that didn’t want him to dare Sirius to kiss me, but I put it down to him still being slightly mad at me. I could feel Sirius shifting under me and he sat up properly, me still on his lap as he leaned over my shoulder, “(Y/n), you’re going to have to help me, here.” I giggled, thinking of something and turned around, straddling him and allowing him to kiss me as he placed his hands on my hips, keeping me where I was, slightly pressing me down, before giving me a pleading look, and that’s when I realised the second meaning to his statement of me needing to help him.

“Alright! I said kiss not make out! You don’t need to show off that you have a girlfriend, Sirius.”

I giggled at Remus’ attitude, knowing he was annoyed at being the only single one out of him and his friends as James had finally succeeded in getting Lily to go on a date with him and broke off from Sirius, “Actually, I’m getting tired, I’m going to head to bed.”

“(Y/n)! Don’t leave me,” Sirius pleaded and I leaned into his ear, “Then state that you want to cuddle with me and pull me up to your dorm, and I’ll help you with your… issue.” His face lit up and he nodded, as I leaned back.

“(Y/n), I want to cuddle. You know, like in a fluffy way. Come sleep with me!”

I giggled and nodded, “If you say so, Sirius.” before standing up, Sirius did the same as he quickly pulled me up to the dorm he shared with James and Remus, and I was soon pushed down on his bed, with Sirius nipping at my neck.

“(Y/n), are you sure this is okay? I don’t want to fuck up our relationship on the first day of us being together.”

“Merlin yes. Honestly, I’ve fantasised about you fucking me, Sirius. You’re so hot, and I understand why girls are always hanging off you.”

“Good,” he muttered before kissing me again.

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“I’m sorry. We’re moving to France, Sirius. There’s nothing I can do about it. My parents are forcing me and they don’t care about the face that we’re dating, they’re forcing me to stop contacting you, and won’t even tell me where, so it’s not like I can tell you the address of our new house and then have you write to me first. Also, they’re taking Snowy away from me, well, in the sense that she’s not allowed in my room anymore, and only they have the key to her cage so I can’t write to you, and you know I’m not good with the muggle postal syste-”

“(Y/n), shh. You’re ranting.”

“Sorry. I just do that when I’m nervous or upset. I know my parents never approved of you but I would have thought they could have put their hatred for you aside for my happiness, but I guess not. Normally in this situation, I’d say I’ll keep in touch, but I can’t. Please don’t forget me.”

“I won’t. I love you so much, (Y/n). I will never forget you.”

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A few years later, I had been sitting in the living room, reading a book when my mother came in, a letter in her hands, “(Y/n). You have muggle post.”

“Thank you,” I replied as she handed it to me. I smiled, recognising the handwriting on the envelope, how Remus knew our new address, I had no idea, but due to the fact that my parents had been friends with the Potters, I guessed she’d told them, who had then told James who had told Remus, but I put the thoughts to the back of my head and opened the letter;

“Dear (Y/n),

I never thought I’d be writing this letter, didn’t think I’d ever have to, but, James and Lily’s position was given away to Voldemort and they’re both dead. Harry managed to survive, somehow, but it’s worse because Sirius is the one who’s been blamed for it. He caused an explosion killing a load of muggles as well as Peter. All that was left of him was a finger. Sirius has now been locked up in Azkaban, and we’re having a funeral for James and Lily in a few weeks. Do let me know if your parents will let you attend.

Your Dearest friend,

Remus.”

I gasped, feeling the tears come to my eyes at reading it. I didn’t believe that Sirius would betray James and Lily and just let the tears fall.

“(Y/n)? What’s wrong?”

“Two of my best friends are dead. I wish we’d never come to France. That was Remus writing, he said they’re having a funeral for James and Lily in a few weeks.”

“If you want to go, I understand. I’ll look after Bella for you.”

“Really?”

My mother nodded, “Yes. I know they were your friends, and I shouldn’t have forced you to come here.”

“T-thank you.”

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I cried, placing my head on Remus’ shoulder and crying into his shoulder. I soon felt him wrap his arms around me, rubbing softly at my back, trying to comfort me. After I came back to Britain for James and Lily’s funeral, my mother said that I could stay if I wanted to, which is what I wanted, and a few weeks later, my mother came over with Bella and more of my and Bella’s stuff. Due to my parents moving to France, they’d sold the family home, meaning I didn’t have anywhere to live, but I ended up moving in with Remus after he bonded so well with Bella, and despite him being nervous about hurting her when he transformed, he got along well with her, so much to the point where Bella believed he was her father.

“Mummy, why do I have to go away every month?” she asked one time when I was helping her pack her stuff up for a few nights.

“Do you not like getting to stay at Jen and Lottie’s house, Bella?” I replied, as I placed her toothbrush in her bag.

“No! I like staying with them, it’s fun, I just want to know why.”

Before I could answer, the doorbell rang and I breathed a sigh of relief as I ushered Bella downstairs, opening the door to reveal Jen, “Thank you. You came at the perfect time. Thank you so much. She was getting curious about why she had to leave the house every month.”

“Are you ever going to tell her?”

“Tell her what, Jen? I don’t know what you mean.”

“That Remus isn’t her father? Are you ever going to tell her that?”

“Oh… Well does it actually matter? It’s not like she’s going to get to meet her biological father. Don’t you dare tell her. Remus is the closet thing to a father Bella will have, and you know why.”

“I know, but I happen to have overheard your last conversation with Sirius before you moved to France, you made him promise not to forget you, but are you really doing to forget him?”

“I don’t know what you mean, Jen. Remus is just being a good friend.”

“That you happen to fancy,” she teased, giving me a small poke in the shoulder.

“Shut it, I don’t and you know that!”

“What I know is that you like him! You’ve been telling me that he’s bonded so well with Bella that she believes he’s her father, so make it happen! Tell Remus you like him and boom, step-father!”

“Wait… weren’t you the one telling me to not forget Sirius?” I questioned raising an eyebrow.

“Well… Oh look at that, there’s my favourite little bean!” Jen exclaimed and I turned around, seeing Bella walking down the stairs, “I forgot Mr Fluffykins!” She spoke, walking down the last few stairs carefully, “He’s so fluffy!” I giggled patting her head, “Are you ready to go now?” She nodded and I handed Jen her bag for the few nights, knowing Remus probably wouldn’t be able to leave his bed the day after the full moon and that I’d have to tend to his fresh scars, which I didn’t mind doing. Jen was right, I did love him. Once Jen had left with Bella I closed the door and sighed, but I was disturbed from my peace, “(Y/n)?” I looked up to see Remus standing in front of me, a questioning look on his face, “Did I head Jen correctly there? Do you like me?”

“This isn’t the right time to talk about it, Remus.”

“That’s a yes then. I know that when you’re faced with difficult questions, you try and avoid the question. You can tell me the truth.”

I sighed, “Fine, yes. I like you. Please don’t b-” I was cut off when he took my hand in his scarred one and pulled me closer. “Good,” he muttered before kissing me. I was completely caught off guard but soon melted into it, wrapping my arms around his neck. I had taken the chance to be happy, knowing that I wouldn’t see Sirius again and that Bella deserved to have a father in her life, and better it was someone she had a close bond with, and believed already was her father.

“I have loved you for so long, (Y/n). You don’t know how long. It hurt when I saw you and Sirius-”

“Rem, please don’t mention his name. What’s in the past is in the past.”

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“You can’t keep her hidden forever, (Y/n).”

“She’s my daughter. Sirius has no right to see her. Where’s he been for the last sixteen years?”

“To be fair, he didn’t know she existed, (Y/n)! He was locked up in Azkaban for thirteen of them, and you weren’t allowed to contact him for the other three!”

“What are you talking about?”

I froze and turned around from the conversation I was having with Molly and Remus to see Bella standing in the doorway, a confused look on her face. I sighed and started to play with the ring on my finger, biting my lip, “I-It’s not important, Honey. Please just go back upstairs.”

“She has the right to know, (Y/n). Just tell her.”

“Tell me what?” Bella asked again, refusing to move, “Tell me, Mum. Is there something you’re hiding from me?”

I sighed again, “I’m sorry, Bella, but yes. I haven’t been completely honest with you.”

Molly gave me a small smile and walked out, leaving me in the dining room with Bella and Remus, who placed a hand on my waist, “You’ve got this. She’ll still love you, don’t worry.”

“Right. Bella, I’m sorry, but I have been lying to you. The truth is-”

“I’m not your biological father, Bella,” Remus interjected, causing the sixteen-year-old to blink, “What? But who is then?”

“I’m interested too, (Y/n). Who is Bella’s father if it isn’t Moony?”

I sighed again, before turning to Bella, “Could you go upstairs for a few minutes, Bella? I’ll come and get you when it’s time to go.” She nodded and hugged me before walking off upstairs. I took a deep breath and turned my attention back to Sirius, “Who do you think? Who else would be her father for her to be seventeen? For her to be sixteen, she’d have to have been born in 1978, meaning…”

“She’s mine?”

“Yes, you’re her father, Sirius. Happened the night we first got together. Remember that Truth or Dare game?”

His face made an ‘oh’ shape and he nodded, “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Sirius, drop it. It doesn’t matter now.”

“Why? How would you feel if your girlfriend didn’t tell you she was pregnant and you didn’t find out you have a child until they were seventeen?!” Sirius shouted at Remus, who just placed a hand around me comfortingly as I’d started to breathe heavily and was struggling to concentrate, “Sirius, for God's sake, be quiet. You’re stressing (Y/n), who might I add is my wife, out.”

Sirius’ eyes widened and he turned to me, “How could you? So you make me promise not to forget you and then you go and marry my best friend?!”

“Sirius, the circumstances were different! I didn’t know James and Lily were going to be killed and that you were going to be sent to Azkaban! Remus was there for me when you couldn’t be. Now if you don’t mind, I need to be alone for a while,” I replied going to walk towards the door, but I was pulled back and lips were planted on mine. When I realised it wasn’t Remus, I pushed away, “Sirius! Stop!”

“I know you still love me, (Y/n)!”

“Whether I do or not, does not give you the right to kiss me without permission! Especially when I am married now!”

“Oh come on! So all that time we spent together is now out of the window?”

“We were together for 5 months before I moved away, Sirius. I’ve been with Remus for almost as long as Bella’s been alive, speaking off, we should be off. I’ll go and get her,” I replied, kissing Remus quickly before walking out of the room and upstairs to find Bella.

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“(Y/n), can you be truthful with me, please? Do you still love Sirius?”

I sighed and looked up at Remus, “Why?”

“Just answer the question, please. Do you still love him?”

“Rem, where’s this come from? I’ve told you before you are enough for me. I can deal with the werewolf thing.”

“Do you still love him!? Tell me.”

I gulped and took a deep breath before nodding, “Yes.”

“Then go to him.”

“Rem, don’t say that. Please. I love you!”

“You can’t love both of us, (Y/n)! I know you only married me for Bella’s sake.”

“I did not marry you for Bella’s sake, Rem. I love you. When we were in school, I had an incredibly hard time dealing with my feelings because my heart was telling me I was in love with both you and Sirius. It was you first and when I found out that you liked Jen, my heart also started to feel things for Sirius, but I still liked you, and I still love both of you.”

Remus’ eyes just widened as he tried to process what I’d said before he nodded, wrapping his arms around me, “Oh. Well, in that case, I should be honest with you. When we were in school, I had a small crush on Sirius too.”

This time it was my turn for my eyes to widen and I smiled, “Aww. Thank you for being honest with me, Remus.”

Before anything else could be said, there was a knock at the door. I detangled myself from Remus and walked to the door, being surprised when Sirius was the one standing there, “Hello.”

“Sirius? What brings you here?” I asked, letting him in. After he was inside, I closed the door and we walked into the living room, “Hey, Rem, look who turned up.”

I noticed Remus freeze up slightly, but he greeted Sirius nonetheless. Sirius then turned to me, “Oh yeah, I wanted to apologise for getting angry and defensive. It was not right for me to believe you still liked me after having seventeen years of no contact. I’m also sorry for kissing you without permission, especially when you’re married.”

I smiled something that surprised him, before hugging him, “Thank you for the apology, Sirius. Although, it doesn’t make the kiss ‘alright’, but I understand that you still love me… and honestly, I still love you too.” His eyes widened and he looked at Remus, fear written all over his face, but Remus just walked over and hugged him, causing a slight blush to take over both their faces, confirming my theory.

“Sirius, I’m going to ask you something, and you need to be 100% honest. Can you do that?”

He nodded and I could see he was nervous, wondering what I was going to ask. I smiled, “Have you ever had/do you have any form of romantic feelings towards Remus?”

Both their eyes widened and Sirius’ face turned bright red as he looked away from me, nodding slowly, “Y-yes.”

“Well, I have an idea. One that will make all of us happy. How would you two feel about a poly relationship?” They both looked at each other before turning to me and each of them kissing one of my cheeks, “That’s a brilliant idea.”

“I think so too.”

I smiled, “Great.”

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I smiled as the three of us stood on Platform 9¾ as the train came in. I stood in the middle of Remus and Sirius, both of them with an arm around my waist, as we waited for Bella to get off the train. She soon spotted us and ran over with her stuff, Harry following behind her. Once she got closer, Bella stopped, blinking at the situation in front of her, “Mum? What’s going on?” she asked, noticing Sirius’ hand wrapped around my waist.

“Right. I forgot to mention it in my last letter, but you’re going to have two fathers from now on.”

She just looked at me blankly, completely confused, “What?”

I giggled and ruffled her hair, “To put it simply. During the past few months, I realised I was still in love with your biological father, as well as your stepfather, and the three of us came to the conclusion we were all in love with each other, so we’re all dating each other. Do you mind that, Bella?”

Instead of her being mad, like I expected, she just smiled and hugged me, “I’m happy for you, Mum!”

I returned the smile and hug, “Glad to hear that, Bella.”

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So… this is over 4000 words…..

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.”

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“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!