Sirius Oneshot - It's The Inside That Counts

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.

John Laurens Oneshot - Strangers to Lovers

Requested?: No

Prompt: “Take my seat.”

Type of oneshot: Fluff

Timing: Modern AU

Reader's Relations: None

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

Other notes: None?

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

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

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

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

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

“Thank you. Turtles are just the best!”

I let out a giggle, “I agree.”

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

“Oh, I’m (Y/n). What about you?”

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

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

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

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

-------------------JOHN’S POV

“John, what’s got you so distracted?”

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

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

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

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

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

“Tell her and I won’t.”

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

“On one condition; I’m driving.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

For the kinktober post, could you please do 26, option 2 with Norway from Hetalia? It’s fine if not, and have a good day!!

of course! I’ll update that on the list now. Feel free to request any more you want.

2023 FandomMas Day 4 - Newt Scamander

Fandom: Fantastic Beasts

Prompt: None

Reader's Relations: Newt’s girlfriend

Other Notes: This is set in the modern day by the way,

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“Oh come on, Pickett. There’s no need for that attitude.”

I just giggled as the bowtruckle in question stuck his tongue out at Newt, blowing a raspberry, causing him to look in my direction, “What?”

“It’s cute. You treat your creatures like children. I wonder what you’d be like with actual children, Newt,” I replied, leaning over and pecking his cheek, wrapping my arms around him. I broke off when I felt a weight on my shoulder and looked to my left to see Pickett sitting there, glaring at Newt, causing me to giggle again at his protests, “Pickett, going to (Y/n) won’t help your case.”

“Come on, Newt. It’s hard to stay mad at him when he’s this cute,” I spoke, letting Pickett ride on my shoulder as I walked over to the baby nifflers, hearing Newt muttering something about Pickett favouring me. After feeding the nifflers I walked back over to Newt, “I’m sure Pickett still loves you. I’d probably just call it a ‘phase’ that he’s being grumpy with you. I have a feeling he’ll be back to riding in your pocket in a few weeks, or even before then.”

I gave him another peck on the cheek and turned around, walking towards the stairs so I could go and get some food for myself, having been down with all the creatures all day. Just as I got to the bottom of the stairs, I felt Newt grab my wrist, “(Y/n), about what you said earlier… what did you mean about the whole ‘children’ thing?”

“Oh, I was just stating that you treat the creatures like your children and that I was wondering if you’d treat human children the same,” I replied, wrapping my arms around his neck, and leaning into his ear, “Because I think you’d be a great father.”

Without another word, I left him there completely stunned as to what I was implying as I made my way up the stairs and into the kitchen to get some food. A few minutes later, just as I was getting a plate out, I felt arms wrap around my waist. Now, if it hadn’t been 10 o-clock at night, and we hadn’t made sure that all the doors and windows were locked, I probably would have screamed, but due to the gently touch and the fact that I knew there was only one person who would dare to wrap their arms around my waist, I didn’t.

“Hey, Newt. Did you need something?” I asked, turning around after I placed the plate down on the bench, wrapping my arms around his neck.

“Not entirely, but I would like you to tell me something. What exactly were you implying earlier? When you said I’d be a good father?”

I giggled, my heart rate increasing at the fact that he was starting to work out what I meant/what I wanted, “I meant exactly what I said. You’d be a great father, Newt, and honestly,” I paused and bit my lip, not wanting to tell him what I was trying to tell him because I knew he already felt like all his creatures were his ‘children’ I was unsure whether he’d  want human children around too, but I put the thoughts aside and continued, “I want to have kids.”

I muttered it more to myself than him and looked down, avoiding eye contact with him, so I didn’t have to see his reaction, leading me to be extremely surprised and let out a scream when Newt picked me up, causing me to tighten my grip around his neck, “Newton Artemis Fido Scamander! Put me down!”

“I understand now, (Y/n), and we’re not going to have children if we just stand around her waiting.”

I gasped and realised what he meant, causing my face to turn red as he continued to carry me up to our shared bedroom.

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“Thank you, Queenie, but how did you know?” I spoke, placing the small white knitted boots to one side so I could fold up the wrapping paper, “We haven’t even told anyone yet.”

“Oh, Honey, I can read your mind remember?” Queenie replied, “You shouldn’t have been thinking about it the last time you saw us.” I mentally slapped myself at forgetting the fact that Queenie was a legillimens and smiled, standing up and placing the small boots in the draw where I’d put the first ultrasound of mine and Newt’s baby. I returned to the living room to see Newt and Theseus talking to each other in a corner of the room, the latter grasping the former’s other arms.

NEWT’S POV

“You’ve got this, just ask her. What could go wrong?”

“She could say no. Theseus, you don’t know how much I love her, it’s going to hurt too much if she says no.”

“Which is not going to happen. I know that. She loves you, right?” I nodded and he continued, “She’s going to say yes, I know it. She’s carrying your child, Newt. She wanted you to be the father of her child/children, because she might want more in the future, she’s not going to say no.”

“If she does, I’m never speaking to you again,” I replied, as he let me go and I fiddled with the small box in my pocket, before walking back over to where (Y/n) was sitting.

YOUR POV

“(Y/n), I need to ask you something…”

I snapped from my daze of thinking about the future, and looked up at Newt, “Hm? Of course, go ahead Newt.” I could see him shaking and I could tell his heart rate had increased as he fiddled with something in his pocket, “(Y/n), I love you so much and… well I’m not good at this so I’m going just going to get straight to the point. It would make my Christmas if you were to marry me,” he spoke, getting down on one knee in front of where I was sitting, pulling out a small box from the pocket he has his hand in earlier. I gasped loudly, feeling tears come to my eyes, “Of course!” I could see him breathe a sigh of relief as he sat down next to me, placing the ring on my finger. I just smiled, kissing him, “Were you nervous about asking me?” He gave a slight nod and I giggled, “There was no need to be Newt. I would have said yes any time. Plus I’m already carrying your child, what made you think I would say no?”

Instead of a response, he just dug his head into my neck in embarrassment causing a chuckle to leave my mouth, “It’s okay. I understand.”

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Day 4 written! This was supposed to originally be a completely different oneshot, but I thought of this this morning and wanted to write it before th other, the other will get written as part of FandomMas, I just don’t know when.

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

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

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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."

-------------EXTENDED ENDING

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 (:

John Laurens Oneshot - Laf the Matchmaker

Requested?: No

Prompt: None

Type of oneshot: Fluff

Timing: Modern AU

Reader's Relations: Laf’s sister

Warnings: Google Translated French

Other notes: Reader has only recently moved from France and can only speak very very little English (like a few words), so whenever it’s just her and Laf, it’s French time. Also, all translations are at the end. In this, Eliza (and ig the other Schuylers) can speak French, cause she taught Philip, so she must have known French to be able to teach him. Also, google auto-translated all the ‘you’ stuff into the plural/formal you and idk what the equivalent is, so just pretend it is all ‘tu’ and the endings for that.

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“Non, je ne vais pas sortir avec lui juste parce que vous pensez qu'il a besoin d'une petite amie!” I shouted, about to punch my brother in the face, “Je m'en fiche si vous pensez qu'il en a besoin. J'aurais besoin de mieux le connaître avant de sortir avec lui!”

“Allez, (Y/n)! S'il te plaît? Pour moi. Il a des taches de rousseur,” Gilbert replied, leaning his head on my shoulder from behind. I grumbled, annoyed at myself for telling him I was a sucker for guys with freckles, “Qu'est-ce qu'il y a pour moi?”

“Vous pouvez prendre un rendez-vous avec quelqu'un. Et je sais que vous deux, vous le frapperez. S'il te plaît?”

I sighed, “Pas une bonne raison,” I replied. Leaving my bedroom, patting my brother on the head. I walked downstairs in time to hear, “Yo, Laf! Are you coming down or should I just go?” I entered the living room to see someone sitting on the sofa, curly hair pulled back into a low ponytail, freckles covering his face, and I knew this was who my brother was trying to get me to go on a date with, “Douce mère de Neptune, Gil, tu ne m'as pas dit qu'il était chaud,” I muttered to myself.

“Hello, Miss. You haven’t seen Laf anywhere, have you?”

I just blinked in confusion, not knowing what he was saying as he walked over, taking my hand in his and kissing it, “However, it is a pleasure to meet you.”

“John, this is ma soeur, (Y/n). (Y/n), c'est John. Vous a dit qu'il était couvert de taches de rousseur. Changer d'avis encore?”

“F-Fine. Une date. Pour vous garder heureux.”

“Je savais que tu reviendrais (Y/n)! Maintenant, montez à l'étage et préparez-vous. Nous sortons tous pour le déjeuner!”

I rolled my eyes as my brother hugged me, nearly squishing me to death and turned on my heel, walking off back upstairs.

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“So… John, why didn’t you tell us you were dating Laf’s sister?”

“Um… well, I-I… We’re not dating, Alex.”

“This was supposed to be a quadruple date, why bring someone you’re not dating?”

I giggled at John’s red face, guessing Alex had said something to embarrass him and turned to my brother, “De quoi parlent-ils?” Gilbert explained what the rest of the group was talking about and I nodded, not bothering to acknowledge the fact that my face was heating up when I was told what they were saying.

However I soon started to regret coming along, as the boys were very loud and having the Schuyler sisters there too, didn’t make it any better, let alone the fact that I was unable to join any conversations because of the language barrier. It soon got on my nerves how loud they were being, “Voulez-vous réellement taire?!” I shouted, rubbing my temples to try and get rid of the forming headache. Over the noise of the rest of the restaurant I could hear Gilbert saying something to John, “She’s telling you to shut up, mon ami.”

“Oh yeah? Well then, Laf, tell her that if she wants me to shut up, she can shut me up herself!” was John’s reply, but I had to wait for my brother to translate, “John dit de vous dire que si vous voulez qu'il se taigne, vous devez le faire vous-même.”

I growled, knowing John knew that I couldn’t speak English, and out of the corner of my eye I could see him smirk with a, ‘Allez, ferme-moi, je te défie’ look on his face. I rolled my eyes and did the first thing that came into my mind; I grabbed the collar of the top he was wearing and pulled him closer, kissing him straight on the lips. I broke off and saw him blinking at me. He opened his mouth and then swiftly closed it, unable to think of anything to say.

“Cela vous a fermé, n'est-ce pas?” I smirked, taking delight at his bright red face, before it dawned on me what I’d just done and I turned red, internally panicking before I stood up and ran out of the restaurant, finding a nearby bench to sit on.

“(Y/n)?”

I looked up to see Eliza and wiped my tears, “Je suis un putain d'idiot.”

“Non, tu n'es pas, (Y/n),” Eliza replied, sitting down next to me.

“Je suis cependant! Je ne peux pas croire que je viens de faire ça. Comment suis-je censé lui faire face après l'avoir embrassé du bleu, quand je suis sûr qu'il peut dire que j'étais contre la date pour commencer?” I asked, looking up at her again as she pulled me int a hug. Instead of her giving me a reply, I felt a tap on the shoulder (Y/n), “Je suis venu demander comment vous étiez. Vous avez fait du bon travail en me faisant taire. Je ne m'attendais certainement pas à cela, mais honnêtement, cela ne me dérangerait pas si vous le faisiez à nouveau.”

I felt my face heat up, starting to think that he had been able to understand everything I’d said in French the day when Gilbert was pestering me to go on a date with him. I looked John in the eye and smiled. John returned the smile and sat down on my other side, pulling me closer to him. I just giggled and kissed him.

MEANWHILE

“You sure this doesn’t make you uncomfortable, Laf? One of your best friends and your sister dating?”

“Non, Mon ami. This was my plan. (Y/n) has never had a boyfriend, it’s high time she gets one, and John is a perfect fit. Plus I know she’s got a ‘thing’ for freckles.”

“That is too much information.”

BACK TO YOU

“Alors, (Y/n) Vous voulez être ma petite amie?”

I nodded and kissed him again, my thumbs gliding along his freckled cheeks, “Les taches de rousseur le font vraiment pour moi ... vous êtes adorable.”

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“Freckles, pouvez-vous la venir s'il vous plaît?” I asked, walking into the living room, knowing that the rest of the boys were in there. John nodded and stood up, leaving the room, following me, “Devez-vous m'appeler ‘Freckles’? Alex a commencé à me taquiner maintenant!”

“Freckles, vous êtes adorable,” I mutterd, leaning up and kissing him, “Mais c'est à part le point. Je voulais te dire quelque chose.”

“Eh bien, je suis toutes des oreilles.”

I took a deep breath and remembered what my brother had told me, “I-I love you!” I blurted out, hoping I’d said it right. John smiled and wrapped me in a hug, “J’taime aussi, (Y/n).”

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Simon Oneshot - All for One and One for All

Requested?: No

Prompt: None

Timing: Turnabout for Tomorrow (includes spoilers)

Type of oneshot: Fluff/Angst

Reader's Age: 29

Reader's Occupation: Prosecutor

Reader's Relations: Simon’s wife and Phoenix’s sister

Warnings: None?

Other notes: This came to me whilst listening to ‘Alone’ from the Turnabout Musical soundtrack, and references that song at some point.

----------------------NO ONE’S POV

“As a matter of fact, Wright, after your request, a more thorough investigation was done on the lighter, and a second set of fingerprints were found on it along with Miss Cykes’.”

“Who’s? It might help us find the true culprit.”

“Are you sure you want to know, Wright? It will come as a shock to you.”

“Just tell us, Edgeworth, this is not the time!”

“Hmph. Very well then. The prints belong to (Y/n).”

“That helps… Surname?”

“Who do you think, Wright? The prints belong to (Y/n) Wright-Blackquill.”

“WHAT?!”

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

“(Y/n), tell me it’s not true.”

“Do you want me to lie to you? Because if I told you that I was nowhere near the Space Centre the day Dr Cykes was murdered, it would be so.”

Phoenix just sighed in response, knowing this revelation had made the case harder for him, now having to defend 3 people, to make sure neither me, Simon nor Athena went to/back to jail.

“Your Honour, may I make a statement?” I asked, ignoring Phoenix’s sweating face, “I’m the one that killed Dr Cykes. Do what you will with that information, but Simon deserves to be–”

“Silence! (Y/n), I won’t let you do this. Don’t make ridiculously false statements.”

I rolled my eyes and turned to the reverse panda that was my husband, “I’m telling the truth. Out of us, you’re the one making false statements, Simon. Your Honour, I will accept whatever sentence you give me, just as long as Simon is released.”

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“Go on. What do you have to say, Phoenix?” I spoke, refusing to look him or Athena in the eye, my head turned to the side.

“You first, (Y/n). What really happened that day? I know you don’t belong in here, we won’t let you face this alone!”

“Alone? Nick, I killed Dr Cykes, I deserve to be in here. I-I’m sorry for all the trouble I caused you, Athena.”

“Let me defend you.”

“Why?! There’s no point, Phoenix. I should have come clean seven years ago, but I-I was in the hospit-I don’t know why I didn’t. I should have just not been so cowardly,” I replied, nearly slipping up and mentioning me being in the hospital during the time of the trial for the incident, which would have caused more questions, as I’d told Phoenix that I was stuck on a hard case, “I guess this is where I fall apart. Look after Ashley for me, Phoenix, and if she asks, please don’t tell her that her mother’s a murderer.”

“I won’t let that happen! (Y/n), I know you’re innocent!”

“There’s more on the line here that you know, Phoenix. I just don’t want you to lose this case. If you take on my defence, you’ll lose the case.”

“Mr Wright won those trials because his clients were innocent! If you didn’t do it, then what’s the problem?” Athena asked.

“I’m guilty! That’s the thing, Athena. Crime deserves penance. Why should you bother helping me? Me being in jail serves the greater good, Phoenix. Just leave me alone, please!” I shouted, slamming my hand down in front of me, consequently sending a jolt of pain up my arm, where the bandage was still wrapped around for the past seven years (It’s not the same bandage over seven years! It’s been cleaned/different bandages). I winced in pain but tried to cover it up, hoping neither my brother nor Athena had noticed.

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“(Y/n), we’ve concluded that Athena stabbed the real culprit. I know you didn’t receive any injuries around that time, you were prosecuting a case the following days, so you couldn’t have been stabbed anywhere significant. I know you’re innocent!”

I grabbed my arm lightly, sighing, “I was hoping I wouldn’t have to do this, but you leave me no choice, Nick.” I removed my suit jacket and unbuttoned the sleeve of the shirt I was wearing pulling it up my arm to reveal the bandage wrapped around my forearm, “The few days after the incident, I wasn’t actually prosecuting a case, Phoenix, I was actually at the hospital, getting this,” I paused and removed the bandage from my arm, revealing the long scar, “seen to by a doctor. I don’t really need the bandage anymore, but the doctor said it’s still liable to bleed, seeing as how deep it was, so, I still need to keep it bandaged. You’re going to have to try harder if you want to save all three of us.”

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“So, explain to me again what exactly happened the day Dr Cykes was murdered, (Y/n).”

I sighed and rolled my eyes, “You were in the courtroom when it was being discussed Phoenix. I’d gone to the Space Centre to visit as I knew Simon was there, but when I got up to the Robotics Lab, I saw Athena lying passed out on the floor, and a strange person standing with Dr Cykes’ coat on, with her already dead where they found her body. Upon realising that they had the Moon Rock, I tried to fight them off, then I got stabbed in the arm. Simon arrived a few minutes later, and despite my resistance, called an ambulance. I fell unconscious due to the blood loss and woke up three days later in the hospital. Then I came back to the agency with my ‘I’ve just finished a really stressful case’ story.”

“I’m just glad you’re not dead, (Y/n).”

“And I’m glad you didn’t get executed, Simon,” I replied, turning to face the ‘Twisted Samurai’. “I love you too much,” I finished, leaning up and pecking his cheek. At that moment, I felt arms wrap around my legs and I realised it was Ashley. I bent down and picked the seven-year-old up, “Simon, this is Ashley, your daughter. I didn’t have time to tell you because I only found out myself when I woke up, the doctor saying something about ‘both me and the baby being in good health’, well apart from me bleeding. Ashley, this is your father. Hopefully, he’ll be around for the rest of your life, or a decent chunk of it, rather than not even knowing you existed, As for why you haven’t met him before, I’ll explain it in a few years.”

“Is it related to why I had to spend the past few days with Uncle Nick, Mummy?”

“Now, how did you learn about that?”

“Uncle Nick told me not to tell you! But he said that you would be back in a few days and that you were having a small ‘holiday’, although, I don’t think it was much of a holiday now. Unless being in the Detention Centre is a holiday for you, Mummy.”

“Phoenix, how much did you tell her?” I asked, standing up and looking my older brother directly in the eye, “You better not have gone into detail about the incident!”

“All I said was that-”

“Someone had been murdered and you were accused of it, so you were in the Detention Centre until the real culprit was found.”

“Phoenix Wright, you better start running before I murder you!” I shouted, glaring daggers at my brother, “She’s a child! She doesn’t need to know about murders and stuff yet.”

Before I could run off to chase the, now, running Phoenix, I felt a gentle hand on my shoulder, “(Y/n), Wright-Dono means well. Plus he’s your brother. You shouldn’t get too mad at him.”

“You’re right, Simon, I’ll let him run back to the Agency, then call him and tell him he can stop running. I love you so much,” I responded, leaning up and kissing him, “I missed that.”

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