Sirius Oneshot - Some Facts Are Good To Know

A Birthday Surprise - Ciel x Reader

In this, you're a year older than Ciel. (14) and Ciel is 13. Also, in this, Ciel and Elizabeth aren't related.

-----------------CIEL'S POV

"Young Master, why are you so insistent on going into town today?"

"Sebastian, I'm warning, you. Don't ask pointless questions," I replied, glaring at him.

"Of course, Young Master. But, might it have something to do with Lady (Y/n)'s birthday?"

(If Sebastian refers to him as something else, please tell me and I will change it)

"Sebastian, I'm warning you," I growled. He chuckled before we were on our way. He was right though, (Y/n)'s birthday was coming up and I wanted to get her something.

YOUR POV

"Come on, (Y/n)! You need to celebrate! A ball is a perfect way to celebrate your birthday!" Lizzie screeched in my ear, "Please?! Please?! Please?!"

I rolled my eyes, "Fine. We can have a ball, Lizzie. But, you have to organise it."

"Yay! You're the best sister ever!" she squealed hugging me. I patted her back, returning the hug, "Yeah, if you say so, Lizzie."

She then brightened up even more if it was possible, "Maybe I can get Ciel to come!" She then ran off, leaving me in my bedroom alone. I sat on the edge of my bed and sighed.

"My Lady?"

I looked up at the voice, "Paula. I'm fine. Just thinking."

"Are you sure? You seem exasperated."

"Yeah, I'm fine."

"If you say so, My Lady."

I nodded and she left my room, leaving me to think over stuff, "Why? Why is it Lizzie that gets everything?" I was, of course, speaking of Lizzie being betrothed to Ciel. I'd had a crush on him for a while and Lizzie was the one that was going to marry him someday.

"(Y/n)! We're going into town!"

I giggled before leaving my room, all ready to go out into town.

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We finally arrived in town and I started searching the stores for a good gift for (Y/n). However, nothing seemed to fit for her. It was about an hour later when I caught sight of a glass shop (This isn't what you may think: No, it's not just a random shop that sells glass. It's one of those places where they have coloured glass. There was one of these in France when I went there with my family before lockdown and Coronavirus and I got this butterfly made from coloured glass) I walked into the shop, being careful not to knock anything over, with it all being glass.

YOUR POV

"(Y/n)! Let's look in there!" Lizzie shouted, grabbing my arm and pointing to a glass shop before dragging me towards it. She dragged me inside and immediately ran off looking at the whole shop. I shook my head before continuing to look around the shop. I soon heard some familiar voices, "I wish it was (Y/n) that I was going to marry in the future."

"Why would that be, Young Master?"

"Sebastian, what did I say about pointless questions?"

"I'm sorry Young Master."

I was shocked at this, but didn't want to make it seem like I was eavesdropping on them so, I continued my search for Lizzie. It was an easy feat as withing two minutes, she had run up to me, "(Y/n)! Can I get this?!" she asked showing me a glass butterfly she had found.

(Just imagine it's pink)

"If you want to, Lizzie. It's your money," I replied. She smiled and walked off to the counter. I followed her and caught up to her once she'd paid for it, "Okay, we can go home now!"

I smiled and we walked out of the shop, back to the carriage, where Paula was waiting for us. We got in and started the ride home.

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"(Y/n)! Happy birthday!"

"Thank you, Lizzie," I replied, smiling. She handed me a bag and I was confused, "Lizzie, what's this?"

"Your present!"

I smiled, "Thank you," before digging my hand into the bag. I felt something soft in there and I pulled it out to reveal a plushie on a(n) (Favourite Animal). I looked back to Lizzie, "Thank you! It's adorable!"

"You're welcome, (Y/n)!"

"Lady (Y/n), you have a visitor."

I turned towards the door, "Who is it, Paula?"

"It's Lord Phantomhive, My Lady."

I was confused, Why would Ciel want to see me? I nodded to her, "I'll be there in a minute."

"Paula."

"Yes, Lady Elizabeth?"

"Why does Ciel want to see (Y/n)? Are you sure it's not me he wants to see?"

"I'm sure, Lady Elizabeth. He specifically stated he wanted to talk to Lady (Y/n)."

I stood up and patted Lizzie on the head before walking out my bedroom, the plushie still in my hands. I made my way to the hallway where I saw Ciel waiting. I smiled and walked up to him, "How are you, Ciel?"

"Hello, (Y/n). I'm doing great. What about yourself? And how's Elizabeth?"

"I'm doing peachy. Just peachy," I replied gripping the plushie, "And Lizzie's doing well too."

"That's good. (Y/n), may I talk to you, alone?" he responded, glaring at Sebastian, who got the message and walked off. Ciel turned back to me, "(Y/n), can I be honest with you?"

"Of course, you can, Ciel."

"I don't want to marry Elizabeth when we're older."

I was shocked at this, "Why?" Note to self: Don't tell Lizzie this. She'll be upset beyond the point of return.

"There's someone else I want to marry," he continued before looking me in the eye and taking my cheek in his hand, "(Y/n), I love you."

My eyes widened and I remained quiet. Ciel took this the wrong way and removed his hand, "I knew you didn't love me back but Sebastian said to me that if I didn't confess to you, then he'd do it for me."

"Ciel, whoever said that I didn't feel the same?!"

"What?"

"I was just in shock that you loved me back. All these years I've had to keep my feelings to myself because I wanted Lizzie to be happy but, I've learned that I need to stand up for myself. I love you, Ciel Phantomhive."

"May I kiss you?"

I nodded and he leaned in, kissing me. I responded to the situation and wrapped my arms around his neck.

"(Y/n)! What are you doing?!"

We broke off at the sound of Lizzie's voice to see her with tears in her eyes, "Ciel's mine!"

I immediately felt tears in my eyes and ran off back to my room, ignoring Ciel's shouts for me to come back. Why does Lizzie have to ruin everything for me?! It's my birthday! Why can't at least something go right for me?! I flopped on my bed and cried my eyes out.

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"(Y/n)? Can I come in?"

"What do you want, Elizabeth?!" I retorted through the closed door.

"I want to talk to you."

"Why?! You've already ruined my life, what else do you want to do to hurt me?!"

"(Y/n), I'm sorry. Y-You can have Ciel if you want him."

"Lizzie, it's fine. I know you're already betrothed and there's nothing I can do about it. You have him. I'll find someone else to love."

"(Y/n), you can have him! I already know that he doesn't love me so you have him! He loves you and you love him so you have him! I'm sorry! I'm so sorry for treating you like a servant all the time! You're my sister and I love you. I'm sorry!"

I stood up and walked over, unlocking the door to see Lizzie there, tears in her eyes, "Do you really mean it, Lizzie?"

"Yes, you can have Ciel. I've taken everything from you. The least I can do is give you Ciel." I smiled and hugged her, "Thank you."

"(Y/n)?" I broke off from the hug at the voice.

"Can I talk to you please?"

I nodded and walked to Ciel. When I did, he kissed me, "I love you."

"I love you too, Ciel."

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?”

—-----------------END OF ONESHOT

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

Oneshot Update

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.

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FandomMas 2023 Masterlist

Day 1 - James Potter (Marauders)

Day 2- Greg Lestrade (BBC Sherlock)

Day 3 - Sherlock Holmes (BBC Sherlock)

Day 4 - Newt Scamander (Fantastic Beasts)

Day 5 - Athen Cykes (Ace Attorney)

Day 6 - Chili (Pokémon)

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Addison Oneshot - Untitled

Requested?: No

Prompt:  None

Timing: Sometime after DD

Type of oneshot: Fluff (With a minor angst)

Reader's Age:  17

Reader's Occupation:  Prosecutor

Reader's Relations: Edgeworth’s daughter (adopted or not can be up to you - it can be read as both)

Warnings: Swearing

Other notes: None

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Walking back up to my office had been going well until I was knocked over by a flash of orange and white hair, the girl’s face right in my chest due to our height difference.

“Gah! I am so sorry, Ma’am!” Tiffany muttered quickly, going off on a rant as she backed up, her face now bright red in embarrassment (Bisexual panic time, Tiffany…).

“Tiffany, it’s alright, and you don’t need to call me that. I’ve- wait, why are your eyes red? Have you been crying?”

The defence attorney shook her head in response, “NO! I have.. Yeah…”

“Want to talk about it? I can make you a cup of tea and we can discuss it, if you want?” 

She nodded in response, sniffling, “T-thank you.” I smiled at her and led her into my office, asking her to sit on the sofa, “So, what tea do you like?”

“W-what do you have?”

I ended up listing every single type of tea bag that was in my drawer, Tiffany shaking her head at every single one. Until I remembered, “Or.. I have hot chocolate. Is that to your taste?” Her face perked up and she nodded, causing me to giggle, “Alright.”

A few minutes later, I joined her on the sofa, a cup of (Favourite tea) in my hand, and handed her the hot chocolate.

“Thank you.”

“No problem, now, why were you crying?”

Tiffany took a sip from the cup in front of her before taking a deep breath, “Addison was just shouting at me after I told her to get up her courage and confess to her crush. She ended up losing her temper and swearing at me. I just ran out of the room, not wanting to make her any more mad.”

“I see. Stay here. I’ll be back in a minute,” I replied, standing up, my now empty cup of tea sitting on the table by the sofa, leaving my office.

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“Addison, may I have a word with you?”

“The fuck do you want, stuck-up bitch?”

I ignored the insult, “I’ll take that as a yes then. We need to discuss your treatment of your sister.”

“Any why the fuck is that any of your fucking business? You may be the daughter of the Chief Prosecutor, but it doesn’t give you the fucking right to boss me around, bitch.”

“The thing is, you messed with one of my friends, and now, I’m going to fuck you... Fuck you up that is,” I spoke, leaning over her desk, giving her a VERY clear view of my cleavage, not leaving much to her imagination, “Explain to me why you shouted and swore at your sister. Or, well let’s just say, how much do you value your job?” I asked, fiddling with my fingernails.

“You wouldn’t dare.”

“Try me. You can’t go around swearing at everyone, Addison. Tiffany’s your sister. Explain no-” I was cut off when she stood up and walked around the desk towards me, attempting to be intimidating, but I stood my ground. Instead of saying something, Addison just grabbed me by my lapels and pulled me up to her level, “Listen here, Missy. What happens between me and Tiffany is none of your business. So shut up and leave me the fuck alone, before I slice you into pieces!” she shouted, before shoving me away, leading to me falling into the bookcase, hurting my arm, and a few seconds later I felt something hit my head, presumably a book, knocking me unconscious, as well as feeling something slicing through my arm. 

ADDISON’S POV

“Oh fuck…” I muttered. Then I heard a confused scream/gasp and the sound of a cup smashing. I turned towards the sound, to see Tiffany standing in the doorway, china shards around her feet and blinking, “What in the name or Artemis happened here?!”

“Keep it to yourself, Tiff,” I grumbled, “But call an ambulance, please.”

“So now you’re worried about her… You know Mr Edgeworth’s going to have your head for this,” Tiffany responded, a smirk on her face as she pulled her phone out.

“I’ll have who’s head for what?”

My eyes widened and I froze at the sound of the voice, knowing I was in for it now, “Hello, Mr Edgeworth… can I do something for you?”

“You can explain why your sister is on the phone to an ambulance and why my daughter is currently lying on the floor unconscious.”

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“She’s lost quite a lot of blood, that cut was rather deep. Is there anyone you know of that can donate blood to her that you know of?”

Before Mr Edgeworth could respond, I spoke up, “Excuse me, I am aware that my blood type is O, and my mother told me that it’s the universal donor. If you’ll permit me, Mr Edgeworth, I’ll donate blood to (Y/n). This whole situation is my fault I should be the one to fix it.”

Mr Edgeworth smiled at me, “If you wish. It seems you have your answer, Nurse.”

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“WHAT?!” 

“I know, Addy, but Miss von Karma seems to be very protective of her niece and the minute she heard what happened, she demanded the case get taken to court. They’re charging you for attempted murder.”

I sighed, and remembered the story Mum had told us about what Dad had done to protect her, and I didn’t want to spend the next seven years, or more in jail, “Tiff. If a word of our conversation leaves this room, I’ll have your head, but would you please defend me?”

“Of course! It’ll be hard though. I mean, (Y/n) is in the hospital and I’m probably going to be made to testify, seeing as I saw what happened, but if that happens, I’ll get Mum to take over the case. I’m not going to be able to get you off scot-free, Addison.”

“I know. Perhaps I should just give up. I did push her, after all. I am at fault for this. They’ll find me guilty anyway, what’s the point of a trial?”

“Addison, don’t say that!”

“You saw it yourself, Tiff. I pushed her and she fractured her arm on the floor, the book fell of the bookshelf, then the katana Dad got me for my birthday fell off of the wall from the impact and sliced (Y/n)’s arm.”

—------------------------YOUR POV (Two days later)

“(Y/n)! Please testify. If you don’t, Addison’s going to go to jail!”

“As much as I’d like to help, Miss Cykes, Addison did push me and the book fell on my head after I hit my arm. What do you want me to do in court? Lie?”

“But I know it was an accident. Addison would never purposely try to hurt you, (Y/n)... S-she loves you!”

My eyes widened at her statement, “W-what?”

“Opps… I wasn’t supposed to tell you that. I just noticed whenever Addison is looking at you, I can hear the love in her heart.”

“I provoked her, Miss Cykes. I said something and it ticked her off, and she pushed me into the bookcase.”

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“(Y/n), I-I’d like to apologise. It’s my fault that you ended up here,” Addison spoke, a slight blush overtaking her pale skin.

“Addison, come here please.”

I noticed her freeze as she walked over, but before she could say anything, I grabbed her tie and pulled her down, kissing her, “Father told me that you were the one that donated blood to me, and your mum told me you were in love with me.”

Addison immediately turned around, glaring at her mother, who smirked before leaving the room. I tapped Addison on the shoulder, regaining her attention before kissing her again, “Don’t be mad at her, I love you too.”

“I-I would have sworn on my life tha you were straight, (Y/n).”

“As a circle, maybe,” I muttered, hugging her.

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Lafayette Oneshot - Because Fuck You, That's Why!

Requested?: No

Prompt: 6."I-I'm pregnant." 7. "I'll be here for you, through the dark." 11. "You gotta stop doing that." "Doing what?" "Saying things that make me want to kiss you!"

Type of oneshot: Angst/Fluff

Timing: Modern AU

Reader's Relations: John’s Sister

Warnings: None If any of this is triggering, please let me know and I’ll warn for it next time!

Other notes: You live with John

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I sobbed as I hid myself under the covers, forgetting that I hadn’t locked the door to my room.

“(Y/n)? (Y/n), what happened?”

“Hmm.”

“What exactly does ‘Hmm’ mean?” John asked, pulling the covers back so he could see my tear-stained face.

“It means ‘None of your fucking business’. Leave me alone, please,” I muttered, sending him the middle finger.

“(Y/n), I’m your brother. I am not leaving this room until you tell me.”

“I-I’m pregnant,” I spoke in an almost whisper, hoping he hadn’t heard, but when I felt a hand on my shoulder, I knew he had, “I’ll be here for you. Through the dark.”

I smiled slightly and dried my eyes, “T-thank you.”

“Do you know who the father is?”

I shook my head, “All I know is it’s some French guy.”

“Okay. That’s fine with me. I won’t judge you, (Y/n). Anything I can get you?” John asked, his normal cinnamon roll self returning after being concerned about me. I just shook my head, “Not right now, but thank you.”

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“What’s got you so worked up?”

“Nothing,” I replied, looking at my phone for the thousandth time that minute, my leg jittering uncontrollably. 

“Something’s wrong. John, we’re your friends, we can tell when you’re bothered by something.”

“Okay fine. I’m worried about (Y/n). She went out this morning and said she’d text me when she was nearly home. I still have not received that text, and I can’t help but think that something has happened,” I answered, wracking my hands through my hair.

“Oh.”

“Really? That’s all you say?”

Before anything else could be said, there was the sound of a door opening and some muttering. Then I heard a familiar voice, “Uncle John! Look what Mumm-” the young girl cut herself off before dashing out the same way she’d come.

YOUR POV

“Mummy! Why didn’t you tell me Uncle John had people over!”

“Huh? What are you talking about, Sweetie?” I asked, bending down to Marié’s level, and wiping the tears from her eyes.

“There’s people sitting in the living room with Uncle John and I don’t know who they are, or that they would be here!”

“It’s okay, Sweetie. We can ask your Uncle about it,” I replied, picking her up and walking into the living room, “John?”

“(Y/n)! I’m so glad you’re alright! Why didn’t you text me?!”

“Phone died,” I replied. I’ll put it on charge when I go upstairs. Sorry.”

“Mon ami, are you going to introduce us to this belle famme here or are we going to have to make assumptions?”

“Oh sorry. This is (Y/n). My little sister. (Y/n), Meet my friends; Alexander, but we all just call him Alex,” John spoke, pointing to a relatively short guy with dark brown hair pulled back into a low ponytail, “Hercules,” a taller male with a bandana wrapped around his head, and “And Lafayette. His name is too long, so we all just call hi-” John stopped talking when I let out a small gasp and turned around, running out of the room and up to my bedroom, letting myself slide down the door once inside and muttering to myself.

JOHN’S POV

“Do you have something to say, Laf?”

“Whatever do you mean, Mon ami? I’ve never seen her before.”

“Then why’d she run off the minute she made eye contact with you?” I asked, turning to him, raising an eyebrow, “She knows you.”

I could tell he was trying to wrack his brain, when I felt an arm wrap around my legs, “Uppy!” I bent down and picked Marié up. As the five-year-old started to play with my hair, I continued to stare Laf down. Then it clicked, “Laf, don’t tell me… You don’t happen to be Marié’s father, do you?”

“Mon ami, that is an absurd thought. I told you already I have never met ta souer before. How could that even happen?”

I sighed and sat down on the sofa again, Marié now happily sitting in my lap, “Laf, like how you can tell when something is worrying me, I can tell when you’re lying. (Y/n) knows you.”

Before he could reply, my phone pinged. I picked it up and looked at the message to see it was from (Y/n): “Can you ask Lafayette to come upstairs? He deserves to know…”

“Laf, my sister wants to talk to you. You ‘deserve to know’ something.”

YOUR POV

By the time I sent John a message, I was sitting on my bed, wracking my hands through my hair That’s when I heard a knock on the door, “Excuse moi, may I come in?”

“Yes,” I responded, trying to calm myself down.

“(Y/n)... John thought of something downstairs..”

“Yes. You’re Marié’s father. I’m sorry I didn’t say anything to you, but I didn’t know I was pregnant until I got back to America, and by that point, it was too late. “C-Could you ever forgive me?” I muttered, my shoulders wracking with the sobs I was letting out.

“Mon ami,” he replied, bending down in front of me and placing his hands on my shoulders comfortingly, “I should be the one asking for your forgiveness. I am the one who got you pregnant, and I haven’t done anything to help with the result of it.”

“You didn’t know she existed, Laf,” I muttered, reaching up and wiping a tear from his cheek, “You’ve got to stop doing that, you know.”

“Doing what?”

“Doing things that make me want to kiss you,” I answered, my face going bright red.

“Y-you want to kiss moi?”

“Y-yeah. Honestly, when we met in France, I fell in love with you, and the night Marié happened, I wasn’t actually that drunk. I’m sorry if this is creeping you out, I mean, I’m just your friend’s sister now. The past is the past, right?” Instead of a response, Laf just removed a hand from my shoulder and placed it on my cheek, “Mon ami, may I kiss you?”

And… my face was bright red again, “Y-you feel the same?” Again, there was no verbal response, only a nod. I nodded back and leaned in, kissing him, soon finding myself lying down on my bed, Laf hovering over me.

“WHAT IS GOING ON HERE?!”

I immediately broke off at the sound of my brother’s voice, as I turned to see his face; red with anger, “LAF THAT IS MY SISTER!”

“Et c'est ma petite amie,” Laf replied, causing me to blush for the third time in ten minutes. Due to my French knowledge, I knew he’d just called me his girlfriend.

“Fine. You hurt her, you’re dead, Laf.”

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“Marié, how would you feel about getting a little sibling?” I asked the now eight-year-old as I fiddled with the ring on my left finger. Her face immediately lit up, “Really?!”

I nodded and she squealed, running off happily, probably to tell her friends. I stood up, however, I could feel eyes boring into me from behind, “Why are you asking Marié that specific question, (Y/n)?”

“Because fuck you, that’s why, John. My love life is none of your business.”

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Finally back to writing Hamilton oneshots hehe.

(TGAA) Sherlock Oneshot - Flowers of Love

Requested: Yes

Reader’s Relations: Acquaintances (as in, met one or two times)

Reader’s Occupation/Role: Florist

Timing: TGAA2

Reader’s Age: 31

Warnings: Blood, mentions of death

Other Notes: I did change a few things, seeing as you didn’t give me your username so I couldn’t message you to ask… -_- so…. I aged the reader up cause I don’t like writing massive age gaps (ie more than 4 years) and Sherlock is 34, reader’s flower show is just opposite Baker Street, so Sherlock and the gang can see the front door of it from the window. Also, as mentioned in my last TGAA oneshot, I’ll be referring to the characters by their Scarlet Study Translation names, rather than the official ones, cause I know those better than the officials.

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I smiled to myself as I continued to tend to the flowers, watering them and cutting off some of the dead heads. That was when the shop bell went and I stood up to greet the customer, “Welcome.”

Instead of a pleasant response, I was just pushed against the counter, “Tell me what you know!”

“W-what? I don’t know what you’re talking about!”

“The murder that happened yesterday! Right outside here, tell me everything you know!”

I gulped, my heart rate increasing, “Like I’m going to tell-” I cut myself off when I realised the guy as the guy who I’d seen killing the victim the day before. I immediately kicked him where it hurt most and grabbed some nearby rope, tying him up, “Bested by a girl.”

“You really think you'll get away with this?”

“She already has, my dear fellow. Now I suggest you leave her alone and accept your fate.”

MEANWHILE - SHERLOCK’S POV

“Holmesie, you’ve been staring at her shop for days. If you want to see her, go down and talk to her!”

“Iris, you do not understand. We’re talking about (Y/n) here.”

“I know, Holmesie, just go and talk to her though!”

It was at that moment that I noticed someone enter the shop rather suspiciously, “You’re right, Iris. I’ll be back in a few minutes. Master Naruhodo, would you look after Iris?” Without giving him a chance to respond, I dashed out to the flower shop across the street, to see (Y/n) tying him up with a rope, “Bested by a girl.”

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“And here’s your flowers, have a good day.”

“Thank you, Miss, however, I’d like you to keep them, they match your eyes perfectly.”

I felt my face flush red, “Oh goodness. Thank you for the compliment.”

“W-would you like to maybe go out with me sometime?”

“I-I’m sorry, sir, but you’re not really my type. No offence.”

“I-It’s alright, worth a shot, though.”

I smiled, “Take the flowers though, perhaps you’ll find someone who’ll appreciate them.” The man nodded and I handed him the flowers back as he walked out the shop. I took out my watering can and gave the plant sitting on the bench water, starting to admire it.

“Ahh, good morning.”

I looked up to see Sherlock entering the shop. He walked over immediately and I smiled, “Good morning to you, Mr Holmes, what can I do for you today?”

“I just came to check how you were today. After yesterday’s trial. You’re not traumatised by it at all, are you?” I shook my head, feeling my face heat up a bit at the face he was so caring, “I’m fine. Thank you for asking though. Is that all?”

“Ahh, well… I did come to ask if you would like to accompany us for dinner tonight. You don’t have to, it’s just Iris said I should invite you if it wasn’t for your testimony, Master Naruhodo would not have won the case.”

I smiled, “Oh, that’s nice. What time and where?”

He smiled at me, “Perfect!” before giving me my instructions, stumbling over his words a bit, causing me to giggle, “That sounds great. I’ll be there on the dot don’t worry.”

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I took a deep breath, the bunch of flowers in my hand. I was now questioning whether I should have brought them, as the door to Sherlock’s flat was opened.

“(Y/n)! Welcome. Those are pretty!”

I smiled, “Hello Iris, and thank you, I arranged them myself. Do you have a vase I can put them in?” She nodded and hopped off, letting me enter the flat. Iris returned a few minutes later with a vase of water and I handed her the flowers as she put them in carefully, placing them on a nearby table. I smiled as I sat down, starting to talk to Ryunosuke and Susato about how the rest of the case had gone.

“Ahh, (Y/n)! Iris told me you’d arrived.” I looked up to see Sherlock standing there, without his usual hat and coat on, instead just in his waistcoat and shirt. I nodded, “Yeah, I only just got here, thank you for inviting me.”

Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Ryunosuke and Susato exchanging glances before they both stood up and left my field of vision. I soon felt myself being pushed from behind, and I bumped into Sherlock, causing the two of us to fall onto the ground, my arms instinctively placing themselves on either side of his head to avoid any clash, “I’m sorry! I guess I tripped over my own feet.”

Before Sherlock could reply, I felt something on the back of my head, forcing it down, causing me to unwillingly kiss Sherlock, not that I was complaining. My eyes widened and I tried to stand up, apologising profusely, “Sorry! I’m so sorry about that!”

“There’s no need to apologise, (Y/n). I can tell it wasn’t your fault,” Sherlock replied, trying to hide his slightly pink face, and pointing towards where I saw a calico cat now lying on the sofa.

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It soon came to the time when I had to get home and I bid my farewells to everyone, coming to Sherlock last, “Thank you again for inviting me. Just to say, the ‘cat incident’ was my first kiss.” I muttered before leaning up and pecking his cheek, “You’re welcome in my shop any time you like.”

And for, probably, the first time in his life, Sherlock Holmes was left speechless.

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I hope you like it! And a note to everyone, please give me your usernames when requesting, it’s only so I can contact you if I need to ask anything about the oneshot.

Chili Oneshot - You Caused This?

Requested?: Kinda, thanks Krissy for the suggestion

Prompt: "Let me guess, you caused this?" - from Pinterest

Type of oneshot: Fluff

Reader's Relations: Friends with the triplets

Reader's Home Region: Unova

Warnings: None

Other notes: Apologies in advance, Krissy, but only the first bit has to do with the prompt…. (I was stuck for ideas ): )

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I shot up out of my bed at the sound of my phone going off and groaned as I picked it up, "Hello?"

"(Y/n)!! HELP ME!"

I rolled my eyes, "Chili, it's 4am… what happened now?"

"Just come to our house, please! I need your help!"

I rolled my eyes and groaned, yawning before I hung up and begrudgingly got out of my bed and dressed, making my way out of my house, my parents not being there for Arceus knows why, and locked the door behind me, making my way in the cold over to the triplets' house, where I saw that there were lights on inside. I sighed and knocked on the door, it was soon opened by Cilan, whose hair, well I had to hold back my laughter, it being completely soaked and the tuft that normally stuck up was stuck to his forehead.

"(Y/n)! W-what brings you here?"

I growled, "Where is Chili? He rang me telling me he needed help."

"Oh, he's in the living room, but I doubt you want to go in there…"

I rolled my eyes, "I need to metaphorically murder him, now." Cilan gulped and let me in and I immediately walked into the living room to see Pansage in the same state Cilan was in, soaked, Panpour standing defensively in front of what looked to be a crying Cress, who was hugging a plushie, with Chili and Pansear both on the sofa scared looks on their faces. There was only one thing I had to say at this situation, "WHAT IN ARCEUS' NAME HAPPENED HERE?!"

Immediately five heads turned to me and Chili's eyes lit up, "OH (Y/n)! You're here help me! I'm going to be sprayed!"

I took a deep breath and pinched my nose, "Let me guess, you caused this, right, Chili?"

"WHAT?! Why is-fine yes… But not really!"

"Seriously, clearly this is a problem between you and Cress so, Cilan, tell me what happened if you do not mind."

"Chili was teasing Cress for some reason, about having a massive crush on Skylar, when he has no room to talk, when you have a crush yourself, Chili, so it just hurt Cress' feelings, which caused Panpour to get angry, and as for why me and Pansage are soaking, we got caught in the water gun that Panpour meant to hit Chili with."

I took a deep breath, "I see, Cilan, please you go and get some rest, I'll deal with these two, and also take those three with you, I don't want to get soaked or burned myself."

"Of course, (Y/n), thank you."

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"(Y/n), truth or dare?"

I rolled my eyes, "Truth."

Cilan smirked, "Do you have a crush on someone?"

"This question? Really? Honestly, crushes are the worst."

"You're avoiding the question, (Y/n). Answer it."

"Oh! I agree with (Y/n)!" Chili exclaimed, hugging me, "Whenever I'm near someone that I have a crush on, I start acting stupid."

I noticed Cilan and Cress both facepalming and I turned to Chilli, "Is that the case, Chili? Because you're always acting stupid. You should know better not to tease people about things."

His face turned the colour of his hair and he froze up, starting to sweat, "Hehehe…. Yeah, don't think too hard about that, please… For my sake…All right, next question. (Y/n), your turn.."

After a few more rounds and the triplets working out my crush was one of them, and with Cress having a crush on Skylar, and me assuring him in the past it wasn't him, and Cilan having a girlfriend, it was obvious who it was.

"Kiss your crush."

I froze up, "Why do you do this to me, Cilan? You know fine well-" I was interrupted by Cilan leaning into my ear, "Think back to what that conversation you and Chili had earlier… you said he 'always acts stupid', but it's only around you. He doesn't act like that when it's just the three of us."

I lightly smacked his shoulder and took a deep breath turning to Chili, who was sitting on my other side. I took another deep breath and leaned in, kissing his cheek, which caused his face to go the colour of his hair again and he dug his face into Pansear, who was perched on his lap. The fire monkey protested from being squeezed and hopped off, coming to sit on my lap, causing me to giggle as Chili's face was now on full display.

"You alright, Chili-Bean? Your face is all red… are you coming down with something?" Instead of responding, he just stood up, pulling me up with him, meaning Pansear was knocked onto the ground, and as Chili pulled me out the room, out of the corner of my eyes I saw Pansage helping Pansear up and checking over the fire-type monkey, the latter's face (like the peach/yellowy bit) turning a bit red, despite the tone of Pansear's voice, "Pan-sear! Pansear, Pan!"

The next thing I knew, I was on my back on Chili's bed, the redhead lying beside me with the door closed, and when I noticed this, I decided to speak, "Why are we here?"

"I-I wanted some privacy. Don't want those two seeing what is about to happen," he smirked and sat up, prompting me to do the same, which I did, before he took my cheek in his hand, kissing me. I relaxed into it and kissed him back, wrapping my arms around his neck in return. Soon we had to break off, due to lack of oxygen, and I leaned my head on his chest, slightly pushing, which caused him to fall back on his bed, me lying on top of him. I giggled and made myself comfortable, "Mmm, you're comfy, Chili. I love you."

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In the morning when we got downstairs, the sight on the sofa melted my heart, Pansage and Pansear were lying on the sofa, the former with an arm around the latter in a protective manner. I giggled and took my phone out taking a picture for later and leaned my head on Chili's shoulder, him wrapping an arm around me.

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Hehe yes this happened and I couldn't help myself with the little moment between the two monkeys at the end (: