A Birthday Surprise - Ciel X Reader

FandomMas 2023 Day 2 - Greg Lestrade

Fandom: BBC Sherlock

Prompt: None

Reader's Relations: Sherlock and Mycroft’s sister

Other Notes: It takes place a few years after Season 4.

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I sighed as read the text message from John, mentioning that he’d managed to force Sherlock to stay in bed due to the cold he had but he’d been asked to come to a crime scene and John’s message to me was asking me to go instead so Sherlock could get better. I stood up and responded saying I’d go, knowing how hard it was to get Sherlock to take a break and put my shoes on, grabbing my coat before going out into the Winter air, remembering to lock the door behind me. During this, my phone had buzzed again with another message from John, giving me the address that, I guessed, Sherlock had been sent, and I smiled, hailing a cab.

Upon arriving, I paid the driver and got out, walking over to where all the police officers were standing around.

“Who are you? And where’s the Freak?”

“It would be greatly appreciated if you stopped calling my brother a freak,” I replied pulling out my ID card, “Sherlock’s got a cold, I’m here in his place. I see you’ve been scrubbing floors again, Donovan,” I smirked, stepping underneath the police tape.

“Good afternoon, Detective Inspector Lestrade. I trust Sherlock told you I was coming instead? I’m (Y/n), by the way. Sherlock managed to get a cold, probably due to lack of sleep and the cold weather, would you still like help? I apologise for it being me rather than my brother, but I’ve already explained why he’s not here,” I spoke, turning around to give Donovan the middle finger for being bitchy to me without knowing why I was there. After I received silence in response, I looked back towards the Detective Inspector and waved my hand in his face, “Hello? Anyone there?”

That seemed to snap him from his daze, “Sorry. I guess I just got distracted. The body’s over here. All we’ve found is that she was killed via a gunshot to the back of the head.”

I nodded as he led me over to where the body was. I got closer and started looking over her, noticing several things. Making sure I had a pair of gloves on, I noticed the ring on her finger and lifted her hand up, the ring easily coming off when I pulled it. After a few minutes, I stood up, “Brother-in-law’s the killer.”

“What?”

I let out a small giggle, knowing exactly what Sherlock would have said in response, but I had my own response, “Ring is clean on the inside but not the outside, showing an unhappy marriage. The ring was regularly removed as it came off quickly, five years old, taking from the dust and dirt on the outside of the ring. Text messages between her and her husband don’t line up, several questions from her husband have been left unanswered, showing she was trying to hide something..” I continued to explain my reasoning, “..So brother-in-law impregnated her, but to stop her from telling her husband, he killed her. I trust that once the full Autopsy Report is complete, it’ll read that she was pregnant when killed. Take this, for times when you need a bit of extra help, but don’t want to have to deal with Sherlock’s shenanigans,” I finished, taking out my small notepad and writing down my phone number, handing it to him, “Here you go, Detective Inspector. Let me know when you’ve apprehended the brother-in-law. I like to know when I’ve completed a case.” I gave him a small smile before turning around and walking off, but before I could leave the scene, a hand grabbed my wrist, “Thank you for your help, and tell Sherlock that I hope he gets better soon. Also, just call me Greg.”

I smiled and turned around, allowing him to let go of my wrist, “In that case, you just call me (Y/n).”

“Well then, (Y/n), until next time.”

I nodded and smiled turning around and leaving properly this time.

---------------------A FEW YEARS LATER

“I’m sorry we’re late,” I apologised, taking off my coat and handing it up, making sure to keep my gloves on however, “There was something that Greg wanted to do before we came over. Said something about wanting to do it when it was just us, but we’re here now,” I smiled and pecked Greg on the cheek, causing his face to turn pink, resulting in giggles from me. I took my shoes off and sat down on the sofa, just in time for Rosie to run and jump up, sitting next to me, “(Y/n)!”

I chuckled again and returned the hug she gave me, “Hello to you too, Rosie. Merry Christmas by the way.”

“Did you bring me a present?!” she asked, getting more excited at the mention of Christmas. Before I could say anything, John had spoken up, “Rosie, please give (Y/n) her personal space.”

“Sorry,” Rosie responded, moving away from me a bit, causing me to giggle and lean over, ruffling her hair, “It’s alright, you don’t need to apologise, but yes, I do have something for you.” her face lit up as I reached into the bag I’d brought with me, taking out the gift I’d wrapped for her, “Here.” 

She smiled widely and opened it carefully, making sure to keep the wrapping paper intact. Once it was completely revealed, her smile widened, and she hugged me, “Thank you! Daddy, can you help me put it on, please?” Rosie stood up and walked over to John, the fluffy jumper in her hands as she held it out to him. He chuckled in response and bent down, taking it from her and helping her get it over her head. Once he’d stood back up he realised what the jumper made Rosie look like and he glared at me, causing me to just laugh, “It’s cute, plus, I know your fondness for Hedgehogs, John. Are you annoyed I didn’t get you a matching one?”

“(Y/n), why are you wearing gloves inside?”

I froze up, not wanting Sherlock to realise the real reason, even though I had a feeling he’d already worked it out but he just wanted me to admit it to annoy me. At this point, Rosie had climbed back on my lap and was messing with my gloves, probably what had alerted Sherlock to the fact I was wearing gloves in the first place, but before I could stop her she’d pulled the left one off.

Immediately, Sherlock was glaring at Greg, having noticed the ring on my finger, but before he could say anything, I spoke up, “Sherlock, I know what you’re going to say, but it’s not you who gets to decide who I marry, and before you try to counter me, Greg asked Mum and Dad first if it was alright for him to propose and they said yes so, you can’t say anything.” I spoke, removing Rosie from my lap, and standing up, crouching down beside my bag again and pulling out a much smaller wrapped gift than the one I’d handed to Rosie, and sat down on the sofa again next to Greg, “Here, may as well give this to you now before Sherlock deduces me.”

Greg smiled and complied, unwrapping the gift and just looked at me, “Is this real?”

I nodded and hugged him, “Yeah. You’re gonna be a dad. And you,” I paused and turned to Sherlock, “Are NOT allowed to show them any of your experiments, I don’t want their innocence ruined at a young age.”

“I’ll try…”

“Good Sherlock,” I smirked, petting his head, “You’re almost back in my good books. Now who wants more presents?”

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Day 2 done, yeah this didn’t go how I intended… but it’s written.

Blaine Oneshot - Some Secrets are Worth Sharing

Requested?: No

Prompt: None

Type of oneshot: Fluff

Reader's Relations: None of importance

Warnings: None I can think of

Other notes: 1) You’re the principal of Dalton’s daughter. 2) You’ve been pretending to be a guy for a while. 3) Sebastian is in this, but i haven’t actually watched any of the episodes where he’s in (i’m only on like season 2) so he’s prob going to be ooc, but even then he only appears for like a minute, and you’re really good friends with him. 4) (M/n) means male name (cause you’re pretending to be a guy.) 5) Kurt doesn’t like Blaine in this (Kurt is my special lil bean and I don’t wanna make him sad)

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“Can I ask you a question? Are you guys all gay?”

I let out a small chuckle at Kurt’s question, before taking a sip of the (insert drink) in front of me, as Blaine answered his question, “Uh, uh, no. I am, but no, these two have girlfriends.”

“I’m bisexual,” I spoke up, after swallowing the mouthful of (drink).

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“Seb! Come back here! I told you to stop stealing my things!”

I turned around and got out of the way just in time so I didn’t get knocked over by Sebastian running, however, (M/n) did bump into me, “Sorry! I wasn’t looking where I was going. Sebastian stole my comb again and he won’t give it back, gotta run!” before he ran off chasing Sebastian again. Kurt helped me stand up and I thanked him, “Kurt, can I tell you something? I’m in love… with (M/n).”

“I’m happy for you Blaine, really! Just tell him!”

I shook my head, “I can’t.”

“Why?” Kurt asked, “It’s not like he’s straight or something.”

“It’s not that. It’s obvious he likes Sebastian, and I can tell Sebastian feels the same.”

“How do you know for certain? Because of the amount of time they hang out with each other? I’ll ask (M/n) if he likes anyone and try get him to tell me who, then you’ll have your answer.”

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“(M/n), question. Do you like Sebastian?”

“Well, yeah. Of course, I do! He’s my best friend.”

Kurt just let out a groan, “I mean romantically.”

“Oh… No, I don’t. Plus he’s gay anyway,” I replied, staring up at the clouds.

“But you’re a guy too…. Wait a minute, (M/n), are you a gi-”

“SHHHH! Fine, yes, just don’t tell anyone.”

“How though? Dalton’s an all-boys school.”

“My dad’s the principal. To be honest with you, Kurt, I got bullied at my old school because I was bisexual. I begged my dad to let me come to Dalton because of the ‘No bullying’ policy and he did immediately say no, due to Dalton being an all-boys school, but I told him that I could pretend to be a guy. I would take cutting my hair and wearing a binder over being bullied any day of the week, so my dad agreed, and I’ve been going here ever since. You and Sebastian are the only two that know I’m a girl, that’s why Sebastian keeps stealing my stuff. I’d like to keep it that way if you don’t mind, so please don’t tell anyone! Please, I’m begging you.”

Kurt just gave me a hug, “I promise I won’t say a word.”

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“Where is it? Where are you, you stupid binder?!” These were some of the questions that were floating around my head as I searched my room, almost turning it upside down trying to find it. I eventually gave up and growled to myself as I buttoned up my Dalton blazer, fixing my hair in the mirror, “Well, I guess I’ll have to roast today,” I told myself as I looked out the window, seeing that the sun was shining brightly. I sighed and left my room heading to my first class of the day.

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“Curse you, sun!” I growled, lying on my back, fanning myself with my hand, “Why does it have to be so hot?!”

I heard Blaine chuckling beside me, “Just take your blazer off, (M/n). We’re allowed to if it's this hot.”

“NO!” I exclaimed, swatting his hand away as he placed it on my shoulder, shocking him and Kurt, “I-I mean… I don’t want to get it dirty… So I’d rather keep it on.”

“Then just unbutton it.”

I shook my head, “No.”

“What are you hiding? (M/n), I know you’re hiding something from me… Tell me,” Blaine protested starting to poke me, knowing it got on my nerves. I rolled my eyes and mouthed to Kurt for him to help me. He smirked and just gave Blaine a nudge, pushing him into me, causing us to fall onto the grass. I felt my face heat up and I saw Blaine’s eyes widen when we realised where his hands were: on my chest.

“Y-you’re a girl?!”

I immediately pushed him off me and ran off, ignoring his shouts for me to come back, and ran back to my dorm room, shutting myself in.

A few minutes later, I heard a knock on the door of my dorm room, “(M/n)... You in there?”

“Go away!” I replied, “I know you hate me or not telling you-”

“I don’t,” I heard Blaine reply from the other side, “I want to talk to you. Please?” I sighed and stood up, opening the door, and letting Blaine inside. I encouraged him to sit next to me on my bed and spoke quickly, “Yes I am a girl, my real name is (Y/n), but you can’t tell anyone else, please. I’ve been pretending to be a boy cause I persuaded my dad, who is the principal, to let me come here because I was bullied for being bisexual at my old school, so when he let me come here, I cut my hair and started wearing a binder so I’d seem more like a boy. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you, but my father didn’t want me to tell anyone.”

“Does anyone else know?”

I nodded, “Sebastian and Kurt. Sebastian because he walked in on me getting dressed once, and I’m sure the image still hasn’t left his brain, and Kurt because when I was telling him I didn’t have romantic feelings for Sebastian, I said “Plus he’s gay anyway”, and Kurt figured it out from that that I wasn’t a boy. I pro-”

I was cut off when he took my cheek in his hand, kissing me. I was shocked due to the fact that I’d thought he liked Kurt, but wrapped my arms around him, kissing back, something I’d wanted to do for ages. When we broke off, I spoke up, “B-but I thought you were gay.”

“I thought I was too. When I realised I was in love with you, I thought I was gay, but now, at least bisexual.”

“So, even though you know I’m a girl, your feelings haven’t changed?”

Blaine nodded and I smiled, “Does that mean I can kiss you again?”

He chuckled and nodded, kissing me again.

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More oneshot…

Sirius Oneshot - Sometimes the Truth isn't as it Seems

Requested?: No

Prompt: None

Type of oneshot: Fluff????? Idk if this would be classed as fluff, it’s more ‘gen with a bit of romance at the beginning and end’

Timing: Marauders’ Era/Golden Trio Era (Specifically Deathly Hallows time) (You’re in 6th year, the Marauders’ are in 7th)

Reader's Relations: James' sister

Reader’s House: Gryffindor, but it can also be read as the reader just hanging out in the Gryffindor common room a lot)

Warnings: Mentions of death, spoilers for Deathly Hallows (Do I need to add that bit? - also spoilers in ‘Other Notes’)

Other notes: In this, you're also an animagus, specifically a cat (This took me ages to decide what animal to pick (I went from bird to cat, to fox, to bird and back to cat…)) This is also written as if Sirius, Remus and Tonks didn’t die (Because I hate angst, and I don’t like having the latter two dead…), also written referencing the Yule Ball during the Marauders’ time at Hogwarts

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“Well, this a new development. If I had to bet on which of the three of you didn’t know how to dance, I definitely would not have been on you, Sirius.”

“Please?”

I rolled my eyes at him giving me the puppy dog eyes and stood up, “Fine. I’ll teach you how to waltz. Don’t want you embarrassing yourself in front of whichever girl you decide to take to the Yule Ball.” I took off the hoodie I had been wearing and pulled Sirius up so were standing in the middle of the common room.

“Here? Now?”

I nodded, “Yes, it’s only us plus James and Remus here. No one else. Plus the more practice you get in, the better. Now, place your right hand on my waist, so that your hand is on my back.” Sirius’s eyes widened and I noticed his face had turned a bit pink, “Sirius, you have to do this. If you don’t put your hand on my waist, I can’t teach you how to waltz!” I spoke, trying to stay calm, taking his hand in mine and placing it on my waist myself, placing my left hand on his shoulder, “Now, we take each other’s other hands,” I continued, taking his left hand in my right. I continued to show him, teaching him the step of the basic waltz, counting, “1, 2, 3,” out loud to keep him in time. After a few minutes, he’d picked it up and I didn’t need to count any more, we were just in our own world. Then, we made complete eye contact and I felt his grip on my waist tighten and he stopped moving, pulling me into him as he kissed me. I was shocked to the point where I zoned out and by the time I’d come back to my sense, he’d broken off and was nowhere to be seen.

“He ran through the portrait hole, (Y/n). Go after him, he’s been crush on you since 4th year!”

“And you’re okay with that?” I asked, turning my attention to James, who nodded, “Yup! I can’t control who my best friend falls in love with, whether it’s my younger sister or not.” I smiled and ran out of the common room, narrowly avoiding running into Lily as I ran down the staircase, having just caught a glimpse of Sirius. Eventually, I caught up with him when he was sitting by the Black Lake, his head between his knees and chest. As I got closer I heard sobs coming from him and I felt my heart break. I took a deep breath and walked over, sitting down next to him, “Sirius. Can we talk?”

He looked up and wiped his eyes to make it seem like he wasn’t crying, “L-listen, I’m so sorry! I just got caught up in the moment and Prongs said you liked me back! I should have known this was one of his pranks.”

I let out a tiny giggle which he noticed, “And now your laughing at me, great. I ruined my chance,” he continued, putting his head back down, avoiding eye contact with me. I just placed a hand on his cheek, bringing his face so I could look him in the eye. Before he could protest, I kissed him, “I was just surprised you kissed me. It wasn’t because I didn’t feel the same, Sirius. I’ve had a crush on you since I was in 4th year. I froze up because I wasn’t expecting it. I didn’t mean to make you feel like I didn’t return your feelings.”

“Would you be my girlfriend, (Y/n)?”

I nodded, “Of course. I wouldn’t have run out here after you or kiss you if I didn’t feel romantic attraction to you, Sirius. I’d love to be your girlfriend.”

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“Harry, they’re here.”

I walked over to where Hermione was standing, well crouching over a gravestone. When I got to her, she’d brushed the snow away. My parents’ gravestone. As I was re-reading the words slowly, Hermione crouched down in front of a neighbouring gravestone. I heard her gasp as, I presumed she read it, “Harry look.” I tore my attention away from the gravestone of my parents to look at the one Hermione was looking at. 

‘(Y/n) Potter, born (Birth Date), 1961, died ?? 1981, body not discovered’

“Harry, this means you had other family.”

“But she’s dead! Nothing we can do about that!” I replied, frustrated, “Plus how do we know she’s my family?”

“You’re not thinking properly, Same surname as your dad, and it’s highly unlikely... I’m not even going to go there, but from this, I have a feeling she’s your aunt, your dad’s sister, plus ‘body not discovered’. That means she could have got away. I’ve been reading about the night your parents were killed, and from what Sirius told us, it’s a good chance that she was there that night. The newspapers I’ve acquired from a few days after this, she was pronounced dead because she’d gone missing the night your parents were killed. There’s a possibi-”

“Hermione, shh.”

“Don’t shush me! I’m trying to-”

“Shh, I’m being serious, there’s something in that bush,” I replied, whispering. The next thing we knew, a black cat had run out of the bushes and sat down in front of (Y/n)’s gravestone, looking at the writing.

“Are you lost?”

The cat turned to us and shook its head as if it could understand what I’d said.

“Don’t be ridiculous, Harry. Was she your owner?” Hermione asked, her question directed to the cat. Again, it shook its head.

“Now who’s being ridiculous?”

Before Hermione could answer the cat had stood up and walked up to me, brushing against my leg. Hermione gestured to me to bend down, which I did and the cat nuzzled into my hand.

“It seems like this cat knows you, Harry.”

“You don’t say, but how?”

“Maybe it belonged to your parents? Cats have good memories, perhaps it thinks you’re James?” I felt myself stiffen slightly and turned to the cat, “I’m not your owner, little one.”

The cat just rolled its eyes, something I didn’t know cats could do, and gently bit my sleeve, pulling me along, “You want us to follow you?” The cat let go and nodded, walking off back into the bushes from which it had emerged and we followed, slowly as to make sure we didn’t get scratched much. Once we followed the cat into a clearing it turned to us, and a few seconds later, a woman, who looked to be in her late 30s was in front of us.

YOUR POV

“Finally, this feels good.”

“Who are you?”

I chuckled, “You look so much like your father, Harry. So so much. I’m sorry if I startled you, but I’m your aunt. Miss Granger, you’re correct, by the way. Before that night, Harry, I lived with your parents, being the one to go out and get food and stuff when it was needed. When You-Know-Who, came that night, your mother told me to take you and run, wanting to know you would be okay. I’m sorry you had to go to the Dursleys, but at that time I wasn’t able to look after you myself.”

Instead of lashing out at me, like I’d expected Harry to do, he just hugged me, “At least I have someone.”

“Harry, when this war is over, would you like to come and live with me? If you don’t want to, it’s okay, I’m just putting it out there.”

I heard him gasp slightly, “The thing is, Sirius already asked me to come and live with him, if I wanted to, and I accepted.”

“Oh, well, then I know he’ll take good care of you,” I replied, smiling.

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Without giving it a second thought, I transformed into my cat form and ran out from the Hogwarts side of the battlefield, running towards Voldemort, only for him to kick me out of the way. I land on some rubble and felt a sharp pain in my back, before falling unconscious.

HARRY’S POV

Once it was over, and Voldemort had been defeated, I ran over to where he’d previously kicked (Y/n), and leaned over, checking to see if she was still breathing. There was breath but it was very faint. I picked her up gently, as she was still in her cat form, and ran into the Great Hall, where all the injured participants had been brought (I did research on this, if a witch or wizard is killed in their animagus form, they return to their human form, however, it was not mentioned anywhere about severe, but non-fatal injuries, so this is like my headcanon, that if they are injured, then they’ll remain in their animagus form until completely recovered then are able to transform back into their human form.)

“Potter? Why have you got a cat?”

“Madame Pomfrey, you have to help, please. It’s my aunt, not just a cat.”

“Are you sure?”

I nodded, “Please you have to help. Is there any way to get her back in her human form?”

“If this cat is truly an animagus then we’ll have to wait until she’s fully healed, then she’ll be able to transform back.”

YOUR POV

I awoke, lying on some form of mat on the floor of the Great Hall. When I looked down I saw I was still in my cat form, and surprisingly, I felt completely better. I transformed back into my human form and stood up, thankful to stretch my legs. I then noticed two voices I recognised, albeit slightly deeper than I remembered, “There’s nothing you can do, Remus.”

“Be quiet, Sirius, you’re not helping!”

I giggled to myself and walked up to the two of them, tapping Sirius on the shoulder, causing him to turn to look at me, “(Y/n)? (Y/n) it’s really you! Moony, look who it-”

“Don’t joke around, Sirius.”

I let out another giggle, “You should really listen to Sirius sometimes, Rem. Sometimes, he is serious.” Remus looked up from whoever’s body he’d been looking at and turned to me. His eyes widened and he came up and hugged me, “You’re alive. How?”

Before I was able to answer, there were other voices, “Is that really her?”, “It can’t be, (Y/n) Potter was killed the same night her brother and sister-in-law were.” “But she’s right there!”

I bit my lip not being used to all the attention and soon heard a voice I hadn’t heard in a very long time, “(Y/n) Potter?”

I turned around to see Professor McGonagall standing there, a questionable look on her face, “Oh, hello Professor McGonagall, long time no see, huh?”

“As you are an unregistered animagus, you should be reported to the Ministry immediately.”

“I-I know the laws about animagi, Professor. I apologise,” I responded, looking down at my feet, trying not to let the tears fall, knowing I would be sent to Azkaban for several years.

She just sighed, “However,” she started, and my head shot up as she continued, “I understand the circumstances of why, so, if you wish to register yourself, I will come with you.” My eyes widened and I smiled, “T-thank you, Professor, but won’t the Ministry ask why I didn’t come earlier?”

“In that case, you’ll just have to say it was recent. I suggest you leave it a month and then go, then you can say that you became one after the war.”

I smiled and nodded again, “Thank you again, professor, for not reporting me.” Professor McGonagall just placed a hand on my shoulder, “I understand why you became an animagus, and I know why you didn’t immediately go to the ministry, so I’m just helping you out. As your former house mistress, it’s the least I can do,” she spoke, before walking off. I then felt arms wrap around my waist, “So, what do we do now Miss Rule Breaker?” I rolled my eyes, knowing exactly who it was, and turned around, placing my hands on Sirius’ shoulders, “I had a right mind to tell her you were an animagus too, Sirius. You know that.”

“I know, but you didn’t, which proves something to me... You still love me,” he spoke, a smirk on his face. In response, I just wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him.

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“You’ll be fine. Just deep breaths. Nothing will go wrong, trust me, I’ve planned everything, and gone through it five times.”

I let out a deep breath as Hermione finished off my hair, continuing my train of ‘what could go wrong?’s, “Most people only get this day once in their lives, Hermione. It’s nerve-wracking! What if I trip over? Or mess up? Or do anything else that’s wrong?”

Hermione sighed in response and took out her wand, pointing it towards the bottom of my long white dress. She muttered a spell and it shrunk to be in line with my knees, the trail still intact though, “There. Now you’re not going to trip over your dress.”

I smiled at her, “I’m glad my nephew has a friend like you, Hermione. You’ve been so much of a help.”

She smiled and put her wand back inside the sleeve of her dress, a lilac-ish coloured knee-high, with small otter imprints on the hem, my dress having a cat and dog motif scattered around it to represent both mine and Sirius’ animagi forms.

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“What did you decide to name him?”

I looked up to see Harry as well as Remus and Tonks, as she still insisted to be called, who was holding a now, 5-month-old Teddy in her arms. I smiled and turned to Sirius, who was too pre-occupied with the baby in his arms to notice anyone else in the room. I just giggled seeing him fawning over the child and turned my attention back to the others, “Well, we decided to call him Orion, with James as a middle name, isn’t that right, Sirius?” I finished, turning towards him, eventually having to poke him, “Huh? Oh yeah. I still think we should have called him ‘Mini Padfoot’.”

“And I already said that can be his nickname, well his nickname from you, he’ll be my little Oreo.”

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“Aunty (Y/n)!” I soon lost my balance a bit when two small but strong arms wrapped around my shins. I smiled and bent down, “Hello to you too, Teddy. Are you ready for your monthly sleepover?” Teddy nodded vigorously and ran off in his now 5-year-old glory upstairs, to, I guessed, get his bag. (ik the reader wouldn’t be Teddy’s aunt, it’s just an affectionate nickname)

“(Y/n), thank you so much for this. Sorry, it’s so last minute, Tonks’ parents weren’t able to take him this time.”

“It’s fine. Teddy’s a delight to have, plus, I think he’s going to have more fun this time,” I replied just as Teddy reappeared at the top of the stairs. He made his way down slowly, having his small rucksack on his back, as he grabbed ahold of the bannister, supporting himself so he didn’t fall. He walked over to me, “Ready!” He motioned to his bag and I giggled as Tonks emerged, a slightly larger bag in her hands than the one that was on Teddy’s back. As she handed it to me she spoke, “That’s got his clothes in it, and the stuff he actually needs. The rucksack of filled with things he wanted to bring himself.”

“Got it. Ready to go?” I asked, looking down at Teddy. He nodded and gave his parents a hug before walking back to me and taking my hand. I smiled and bid my farewells to Remus and Tonks before we walked out the door and down a few paths to where I knew it would be safe to apparate.

“There’s a surprise waiting for you when we get back, Teddy.”

“Really? What is it?”

I giggled, “It wouldn’t be a surprise if I told you, now would it?” I replied, ruffling his hair a bit, “Right, up you come, and make sure you’re holding on tightly.” I bent down and picked him up in my non-wand hand, before quickly disapparating, appearing on the front doorstep of mine and Sirius’ house. I opened the front door after putting Teddy down and we walked in.

“No, you do it like this. See, watch this,” I heard Sirius’ voice speak, followed by a bunch of babbling. Teddy looked up at me in confusion, “Has Uncle Sirius gone crazy?” I giggled, “Follow the voice and you’ll find your surprise, Teddy.” He nodded and walked into the living room, where I’d heard Sirius’ voice come from, and I followed him, seeing Sirius sitting on the floor with his legs crossed and looking down at Orion, who was messing around with a small toy.

“Siri, look who’s come to play,” I spoke, disturbing the scene. Sirius looked up and saw Teddy before smiling, “Little Dude, how you doing?”

Teddy just looked back at me and I giggled at his confusion.

“Mama!” My gaze immediately went to Orion and my smile increased as I walked over, picking him up, “Hello, my little Oreo! I’ve brought you a new playmate.”

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3062 words ending it here before it gets any longer… I will be sleeping now

Cilan and Cottonee, the first part of drawing fandom characters I am in and pokemon of the same letter…

FandomMas 2023 Day 6 - Chili

Fandom: Pokémon

Prompt: None

Reader's Relations: Chili’s girlfriend

Warning: Slight warning of the reader’s parents being rude and bothersome, basically not nice.

Other Notes: None/Thanks to people on Discord for helping me decide who to use for this (: Also you and the triplers are like 19 or so in this.

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“You promised!”

“I know, but my parents decided to show up on my doorstep this morning, without warning. I already explained that I’d promised to come over but they said ‘Family is more important than friends’. I did remind them that I was dating you, but they just stated that we weren’t related. I’m sorry. I’ll come over tomorrow if it’s okay,” I replied to Chili, the two of us talking on the phone after my parents had just shown up on my doorstep on Christmas Day without telling me they were coming.

“(Y/n)! Will you hurry up on the phone, please? Your sister’s getting bored,” I heard my mother’s voice come from the living room, “Your ‘boyfriend’ can wait. Christmas is a time to be spent with your family.” I rolled my eyes and turned my attention back to my phone, “Sorry, Chili I’ve got to go. ‘Family matters’.”

“I know how your parents are. I’ll see you soon, I love you!”

“Love you too, Chili. Bye,” I responded before hanging up. I walked back into the living room where my sister ran up to me, hugging me, “Can we do presents now?!”

I nodded and sighed, sitting down in the armchair, that I found rather uncomfortable, as my parents had sat on the sofa, my sister smiling and running up to the tree. She picked one up and looked at the label, before smiling and walking up to me, “This one for you!” I gave her a smile as she handed it to me before going to sit on our mother’s lap. I double-checked the label to make sure she hadn’t just given me a random present and once I’d done that, I started to unwrap it, smiling widely when I saw the photo album inside.

“Thank you.”

“Look inside, I filled it with pictures!”

On my younger sister’s request, I opened it up and noticed that there were a load of pictures inside, quite a lot that had been taken on my phone, “Mia, how did you get all these? These were on my phone and I didn’t send them to anyone.” She looked awaybiting her lip before sighing, “Fine, when you weren’t looking the last time we came I may or may not have air-dropped them to my phone without you knowing… But it was only because I wanted it to be a surprise!” I just chuckled, “It’s alright, and thank you.” She just returned my smile giving me a knowing glance, knowing there were two meanings behind the gratitude as she hadn’t put any photos of our parents it, knowing how much I disliked them and they disliked me.

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As we were part way through opening the rest of the presents, the doorbell sounded. I removed my little sister from my lap as she’d made a home there, and stood up to open the door, being surprised when I saw Chili standing there, his hair a bit squished due to the earmuffs he was wearing along with his red coat and gloves.

“Chili? You know it’s not a good idea for you to be here when my parents are. You know they don’t like you.”

“I know. (Y/n) why do you put up with them? I know they’re your parents, but they’re like the worst parents ever. Am I allowed to come in? I’m not good with the cold.”

“Don’t worry, Bud, the fire’s on, you can come in, but if my parents start saying anything, then just get out, I don’t want them to hurt you in any way, I love you too much for that.”

“I know. I’m prepared to run don’t worry. Come with me, please.”

I giggled and followed him as he dragged me into the living room, clearing his throat to gain my parents' attention, “This is what happens when you turn up unexpectedly, ruining your daughter’s plans,” Chili spoke to them before turning back to me, fiddling with something in his pocket. He soon pulled his hand out before taking my hand in his free one, “I love you, don’t worry, I don’t care what your parents are going to say but, I love you so much so…” he paused and knelt on down on one knee in front of me, “Marry me?”

I immediately gasped, feeling tears come to my eyes, “YES!” Chili stood up and hugged me, placing the ring on my finger and I smiled turning to my parents, “Well, now you can’t use the ‘family is more important’ excuse. Now if you don’t mind I’d like to spend the rest of the day with my fiancé!” my mother sighed and stood up, leaning into my ear, “You are making a mistake, (Y/n).”

“And I don’t care,” I retorted, “Now out.”

She sighed again and left, my father and younger sister leaving too. Once the front door was closed, I just turned back to Chili, leaning my head on his shoulder, “Thank Arceus they didn’t realise I’m pregnant.”

GymLeaderChili.exe has stopped working.

“WHAT?!” Chili shouted as he came back to reality, “Y-you’re really?”

I nodded, “You’re gonna be a dad.”

“YES! And Cilan said it would never happen and that I was too irresponsible to have children.”

I giggled and pecked his lips, “Well, now you can rub it in Cilan’s face. Merry Christmas, Chili.”

“Merry Christmas to you too, (Y/n).”

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And caught up (: I’ll try get one written tomorrow but I’m not sure I’ll have time..

Hi, I love your one shots! Can you possibly do a one shot where the reader is sebastian smythes little sister and she becomes really close to Klaine (maybe gets w one of the people in glee, regardless of gender, little Smythe is bi in my head hehe). I would love to see sassy sebs reaction to all of this Thank you!

Sorry I haven't done this yet, I kept forgetting honestly sorry. But I'll try do it asap.

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

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

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.

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.