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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.

The Girl That I Want to Be - Sherlock x Adopted Daughter! Reader

Requested?: No

Prompt: None

Type of Oneshot: Angst/Songfic/Fluff

Song Used: The Pony I Wanna Be from MLP

Reader's Relations: Sherlock's adopted daughter (the how of this isn't related to the oneshot)

Warnings: None that I can think of atm…

Other Notes: Don't ask how I thought of this, also this takes place within the two years that Sherlock is 'dead' for… also you're like 15 in this btw

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I sighed as I closed the door to 221B behind me, having let Mrs Hudson know I was going for a walk, and walked down the street, letting the thoughts of two years ago cloud my mind on the way to my destination. When I arrived in front of the great detective who had been my father figure for the majority of my life, I felt all my emotions pour out of me and I fell to my knees sobbing. By the time I'd finished my sob fest, I was sitting with my legs crossed and leaning on the grave of my adopted father. I sighed and wiped my eyes, trying to force myself to be mad at him for doing this. I then remembered the advice my father's 'friend', Dr Watson, had given me, and decided to let my sadness and anger out in one, "If I'm your diamond, then why do I feel so rough? I'm supposed to be as strong as a stone even that's not enough. There's something jagged in me and I've made such mistakes. I thought that diamonds were hard though I feel I could break."

I hadn't realised, but during my little sing, I'd fallen asleep and when I awoke, I was lying on a bench, my head resting on something soft, and on further inspection, when I'd woken up more, I realised it had been the lap of Inspector Lestrade. I immediately sat up with a start and apologised for falling asleep on him.

"(Y/n), calm down. You don't need to apologise. Now let's get you home it is late after all, what are you doing out for a walk at thing hour?"

I bit my lip and nodded but turned away from him as he stood up and started leading me back to Baker Street, a hand on my shoulder in a comforting way.

"I-I don't want to talk about it."

"I understand that (Y/n), I know it's hard for you, and we're all in the same situation. We all miss him in the sa-"

"No. You don't understand! You don't know what I've been through. My parents were murdered right in front of my eyes when I was eight, and it traumatised me so much, that I now have trust issues and the one person I thought I could trust most is also gone now and I don't know what to do!" I shouted, shrugging his hand off me and increasing my walking pace. Although, unfortunately for me, due to the height difference, me being a fifteen-year-old girl, and him being an adult male, the Detective Inspector caught up to me very easily, "(Y/n), you're right. I really don't understand what you've been through, but it's past midnight, and your fa-well, I'll be metaphorically dead if I let you walk home alone. Come on."

I froze at the almost mention of… him, and nodded defeatedly, knowing that Mrs Hudson was probably worried sick, and had probably notified Dr Watson that I hadn't returned yet, meaning he was probably starting to panic about what had happened to me too, "You're right. I-I'm sorry for lashing out at you, Inspector." I responded, bowing my head in shame.

"No, I needed that, (Y/n). Come on, I'll take you home."

However, on the way back to Baker Street, Inspector Lestrade was called to a crime scene, and he dragged me there, as he still wouldn't let me just walk home alone and I was made to sit on a bench somewhere he could still keep an eye on me. I sighed to myself and let the thoughts come back to me again, "Would you believe that I've always wished I could be somebody else? Yet I can't see what I need to do to be the girl that I want to be. I've been told my whole life what to do, what to say, nobody showed me that there might be some better way." This was kind of true. Growing up, I was subject to seeing many dead bodies and other crimes, as for some reason, I was dragged to every crime scene that my father and Dr Watson went to investigate, "and now I feel like I'm lost, I don't know what to do. The ground is sinking away, I'm about to fall through." It was true, with the incident two years ago, when I found out, it was like my whole world had crashed down into me, "Would you believe that I've always wished I could be somebody else? Yet I can't see what I need to do to be the girl that I want to be…To be the girl that I wan-Aaah! Geez, please don't sneak up on me like that!"

"Sorry, (Y/n), but I've been trying to get your attention for the last five minutes. Come on, let's get you home."

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The first thing I did when I saw him right in front of me was gasp and blink before snapping out of it, "No…nononono, I must be dreaming."

"(Y/n), you're not dreaming. I'm here, and listen I am so sorry about this. I had no idea it would affect you this badly, you know how I am with fe-"

I felt the tears come to my eyes and I ran up to him hugging him, "I don't care about that now, you're alive and that's all that matters. I understand that you were trying to protect those close to you and I forgive, but please, never do that to me again, Dad, please."

"I won't. Don't worry, (Y/n)."

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Yeah… so this came to me…… meh I'm on holiday for two weeks now so yay!!

Chase Oneshot - Guard Dog... Literally

Requested?: No

Prompt: None

Type of oneshot: Fluff

Reader's Relations: None

Warnings: None?

Other notes: You are a dog in this, specifically a German Shepherd, like Chase

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"Ryder, there's a small pup stuck up on the roof of the salon! Please come and help."

I nodded, "No pup is to stuck, no pup is too small, Katie!"

She smiled and hung up, as I sorted out on the pup-pad, calling the Paw Patrol to the lookout tower.

"Paw Patrol ready for action Ryder, Sir!"

"Thanks for getting here so quickly, pups. This time we've got a case of a pup stuck on the roof of Katie's salon. For this rescue, I'll need Chase! I need you to put your net underneath where the pup is in case it falls."

"Chase is on the case!"

"And Marshall, I'll need your ladder to get up on the roof to rescue the little one, okay?"

"Ready for a ruff ruff rescue!"

"Paw Patrol is on a roll!"

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It was safe to say I was terrified, I was scared of heights and being up on top of a building, wasn't fun for me. I got even more terrified when I heard sirens and voices calling out, "Right Chase! Get your net out and under that pup!"

"Yes sir, Ryder sir! *Bark* Net!" And a net came out from the little car thing the pup was driving, deploying right underneath where I was.

"Marshall, use your ladder and climb up to the roof and help that pup." The dalmatian pup nodded and drove over, before activating a ladder and climbing up to me, "Hey there! I'm Marshall, come on, let's get you down from here, huh?" I shied away, as I wasn't very trusting of anyone, after being abandoned, and Marshall turned around, "Ryder! The pup won't move!"

"Hm, that's not good. Time to call for backup! Skye, can you hear me? I need you and your harness here stat, the pup is terrified."

I was unable to hear the reply from the other end, but soon I felt something wrap around me and I was lifted into the air, being brought down to the ground, where I was approached by the only human in the team of pups, "Hey there... shh it's okay, I'm not here to hurt you." He slowly walked closer, showing that he was no threat and I cautiously approached him, sniffing his outstretched hand, before licking it to show I trusted him.

"Do you have a name?"

I shook my head, "No...I-I was abandoned."

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"Pups, I'd like to introduce you to the newest member of the Paw Patrol, (Y/n)!" I came out from behind him, nervously to see the pups all there. The six of the immediately ran over and gave me a group hug. However, a few days later, on my very first mission, I managed to sprain my paw, meaning I wasn't allowed to stand up for too long in case of damaging it more, and this led me to just be watching the rest of the Paw Patrol running around and having fun while I just had to lie in the shade and do nothing. I sighed and laid my hair down on my good front paw deciding just to have a sleep, but before I could fall asleep I felt a presence beside me, I looked up to see Chase, sitting side me as if he was guarding me.

"Chase? What are you doing? Don't you want to have fun with the others?"

He shook his head, "As a police dog it's my duty to protect you until you are back to your normal self." I smiled, "Thanks, Chase, but seriously, you don't need to worry about me, it's not like anyone's going to want anything with me, I've already been abandoned once, I'm only here because Ryder felt sorry for me and took pity on me, like I feel redundant. Seriously, Marshall's already kind off a medic pup too, what's the use of having two?"

Chase laid down beside me, and sighed, "(Y/n), you are useful, don't ever think otherwise. It's like when Ryder found me in Adventure City he said that 'he chose me because I was the bravest pup he'd ever seen,' but I can say that you are the bravest pup I've ever met."

I smiled a bit, "Thanks, Chase, but it's not true, you were there when I had to be rescued, I wouldn't even go down Marshall's ladder to get down to the ground, I had to be lifted because I was so terrified!" I replied looking away from him and sighing. Chase just nuzzled me, "That's understandable that you'd be scared, (Y/n)."

"I know that, but any normal pup, or person, would just climb down the ladder, but not me... And then I had to go and get hurt on my first mission, I shouldn't even be here, Chase."

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"Paw Patrol ready for-wait where's (Y/n) gone?! This is bad, I'm a terrible guard dog! I promised I'd guard he-"

"Chase calm down. That's actually why I called you all here. Mayor Goodway said she saw her running into the woods."

"That's not good! But can't you just track her with her pup-tag?"

Ryder shook his head, "Unfortunately not, I tried that, but it just led me just outside the lookout tower, where I found here pup-tag. So or this mission, I'll need Skye! I need your eyes in the skies!"

"Let's take to the skies!"

"And Spy Chase! I'll need your megaphone to call for her."

"Spy Chase is in the case!"

"Marshall, I'll need you to take (Y/n)'s medical kit for when we find her to check on her paw."

"I'm fired up!"

"Paw Patrol is on a roll!"

YOUR POV

Hidden in a cave, I just sobbed, thinking to myself and wishing my paw would heal. I sighed, Maybe I should have waited for it to heal before running away... 

"(Y/n)! (Y/n), where are you?!" I froze hearing Chase's voice presumably from his megaphone, "(Y/n)! If you can hear me, please come out! We're all worried for you! Please!"

Instead of responding, I just stayed put, not really wanting to be found until I had to be.

CHASE'S POV

"Ryder, I found paw prints!"

"That's great Chase! Skye, follow the prints from the air and we'll follow from the ground! Marshall follow us!"

"You got it Ryder!"

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"(Y/n)! (Y/n) thank goodness you're alright!"

I sighed and turned around, avoiding eye contact with Chase, "Oh, so you found me."

"(Y/n)!"

"Ooh yay, now you're going to drag me back. Just my lucky day!" I responded rolling my eyes, "Just leave me ALONE!"

"(Y/n) may I take a look at your paw?"

I shied away and shook my head, "Just get away from me! This is all your fault!"

"W-what? What do you mean?"

"You're both a medic pup and a fire pup it's not fair you get to be both! I just feel redundant because I feel like I have nothing to do because you can do the same thing that is my job!" I shouted, standing up and putting my foot, well paw down, forgetting about the pain, and immediately regretted it, starting to whine more. Marshall took a deep breath before coming closer, "(Y/n), please we need to check that you haven't damaged your paw more, trust me, I'm only using your equipment." I took a deep breath, "Fine," before holding my paw out to him. He barked in content and smiled at me, taking my paw in his before, "X-ray!"

Throughout the time that Marshall was examining my paw and helping me out, I noticed Chase sitting there, a jealous look on his face and quietly growling at the scene he was witnessing in from of him.

CHASE'S POV

I continued growling at the scene in front of me, watching Marshall helping (Y/n) out, her paw in his as he rebandaged it up.

"What's up Chase?"

"It's nothing. Just that," I responded pointing with my paw to the scene in front of us, causing Skye to chuckle, "You love her, don't you?"

"So what? It's not like she'd feel the same anyway."

"What makes you say that?"

"I know she just thinks of me as a brother, and nothing more."

"Hmm, I don't know... She was whispering some very interesting things to herself that might say otherwise.... But keep telling yourself that..." Skye replied before walking off. 

YOUR POV

"Thanks, Marshall! And... I'm sorry for shouting at you earlier."

"Nah, it's fine! And you're welcome, (Y/n)! Just happy to help."

"Now we should get you back home, (Y/n)." I nodded and walked up to Ryder, allowing him to pick me up and place me on his bike thing, as we returned back to the lookout, where I was swiftly knocked down in a hug by Rocky, Rubble and Zuma.

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Again, I sighed as I lay down in my doghouse/pup-vehicle, as due to my running off I'd hurt my paw more, meaning I wasn't able to walk.

"Guard Chase is on the case!"

I giggled, "Chase, you don't have to guard me."

"Yes I do. I'm not letting you run away from me again." Once he'd said that, he immediately averted his eyes from me, "I-I mean, I'm not letting you run away from 'us' again." I giggled again, "Sure... can you bend down though for me?"

"Huh?"

"Just do it."

He chuckled at my tone before smiling and lying down facing me. I returned the smile and lifted my head up a bit, careful not to hurt my paw any more, and licked his nose, causing a blush to erupt on his face, well, as well as a pup can blush before rubbing my muzzle against his, "Love ya."

"Huh? You do? I thought that..."

"I thought of you as a brother? Nope."

"You have no idea how happy that makes me."

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"Well, your paw's good to go (Y/n)! You're all healed!"

My face lit up, "Really?" and Marshall nodded, "Yup! You can run about as much as you want!"

"All right! This pup is ready to rock!" I exclaimed bouncing up and down before starting to run free, "Aw yes! This is so good!" I smiled widely and ran straight up to Chase, pouncing on him and licking his muzzle and face.

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Finished it... wow this took longer than expected... and I'll try not to write anymore Paw Patrol oneshots, but if you guys want em, I'll try think of more I suppose....

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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Ryder Oneshot - You'll Always Belong

Requested?: No

Prompt: None

Type of oneshot: Fluff - ig?

Reader's Relations: None

Reader's Age: 15 - I am also ageing Ryder up in this so he's also 15

Warnings: Spoilers for the movie

Other notes: Also this came to me while watching the Paw Patrol movie, please do not judge me okay...

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I sighed as I leaned my head against the nearby wall. I had been abandoned when I was young due to my strange ability to jump incredibly high and my fast running speed. My parents had deemed me 'unacceptable' and a 'freak', leaving me to fend for myself on the streets. As I grew up I hid my abilities from the eyes of the growing public not wanting to become an outcast of the city at all. That was, however until I met someone that changed my life forever... well not really I guess it was a group of pups... the Paw Patrol.

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I took a deep breath and for the first time in 10+ years embraced my super speed and jumping abilities, jumping up to the balcony, where there was a group of people in the wake of the fire. One by one I helped them down before turning to the small pup that had got himself stuck, jumping up and grabbing him, bringing him down to safety, however, before anything else could be said, I ran off, not wanting to be seen, however little did I know I'd caught the eye of the leader of the Paw Patrol.

RYDER'S POV

"Chase! I'm so glad you're alright!"

"Yeah... I guess I am."

"You okay, Chase?"

He nodded, but still refused to look me in the eye. I sighed, Maybe bringing him back wasn't such a good idea... but I'm still curious about that girl...Why did she just run off like that?

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

Again, Adventure City was in danger... with the monorail loop the loop that Humdinger had built. Running up to the top of the car park, once again the small German Shepherd pup had frozen up trying to rescue the people trapped inside the train and I wanted to help. I climbed onto the ledge and slowly approached him, "Hey there buddy, shh, it's okay. I'm not going to hurt you. Come on, let's get you down from here." He slowly approached me and hopped into my arms, and I stood back up, got back on the roof and walked down the stairs down to the ground again, where I placed him down, "There ya go, Buddy." He barked and nuzzled into me.

"Chase! Come here!"

The small pup perked up and turned, running off to presumably his owner. I smiled and turned to leave, when a hand grabbed my wrist, causing me to have to stop. I turned around to be met with probably the cutest guy I'd ever seen. He smiled, "Hi, I just wanted to say thank you for saving Chase. I know what he had to go through as a very small pup and I just wanted to say thanks."

I returned his smile as he let my wrist go, "No problem. I was just doing the right thing, can't let anyone or any pup get hurt, can we? I'm (Y/n) by the way."

"Ryder," he replied sticking his hand out for me to shake, which I gladly took, well, before I was knocked over by a load more pups.

"Oh yeah... pups, give her some space please."

The six of them jumped off me and I stood up again, wiping my face from the dog slobber, giggling, "It's okay. They're so cute, I honestly don't mind, what are their names?"

Ryder chuckled, "Marshall, Rubble, Chase, Rocky, Zuma and Syke," he replied, referring to each of them as he spoke their names, "The Paw Patrol."

I giggled again, "Adorable. Well, I should probably get going... got a lot of things to do, plus I think I hear my name being called!" I chuckled awkwardly and turned around walking off again. However, again I was stopped by a hand on my wrist.

RYDER'S POV

"-Well, I should probably get going... got a lot of things to do, plus I think I hear my name being called!" She spoke, chuckling awkwardly before turning and walking off. I then felt a nuzzle at my leg and looked down to see Chase headbutting me, "What?"

"Go after her."

"W-what?!"

"Chase is right, Ryder! Seriously you need a girlfriend, you've been so caught up in looking after all of us and Adventure Bay, that you haven't had time for yourself."

And the rest of the pups said something similar and I finally decided to go after her, grabbing her wrist, "(Y/n) wait."

YOUR POV

"(Y/n), wait!"

I turned around at the familiar voice and smiled, "Oh, Ryder, what can I do for you?" I asked, rubbing the back of my neck nervously.

"Come back with us?" My eyes widened and I blinked, "HUH?!"

"Yeah, I'm being serious, you can run really fast and you'd make a great addition to the Paw Patrol."

I blinked again, "B-but, I'm not a pup!"

"That doesn't matter, neither am I."

I giggled, pushing some hair out of my face, "Point taken."

"So you'll join?" I nodded, "I'd love that."

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However, that night, I wasn't able to sleep. Thoughts of my past had been keeping me up so I just gave up on sleep, rolled out of my sleeping bag, and went to look out the window, where I noticed Chase sitting, looking out the window too. I sat down beside him, "Can't sleep either?"

He looked up and me and nodded, "Yeah, I was just thinking about things."

"You know, I know how you feel. I was abandoned at a very young age too when I was four and had to fend for myself. You're a lucky pup that Ryder found you, he gave you a loving home. I didn't have anyone at all. Ever since I was four I've been roaming the streets of Adventure City for eleven years. You should really be happy with what you have you know." Chase hopped into my lap and nuzzled into me, soon falling asleep, "I'm glad you're a part of the team, (Y/n)." I smiled and leaned my head on the window soon falling asleep myself. And that's how the rest of the Paw Patrol found us in the morning.

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I smiled sadly watching the Paw Patrol off to save the day again, Liberty in my arms, being her bouncy self. I was a bit spooked however when I felt a hand on my shoulder, "(Y/n), I've been thinking..."

"Hm? What do you mean?"

"Well, with how much both you and Liberty," the tiny pup in my arms barked in response at having been included too, "have helped us these past few days, you're like honourary members of the Paw Patrol."

I smiled, rubbing the back of my neck, "Just happy to help out when it's needed. I've got to find a way to use my 'freak powers' as my parents called them, somehow," I replied, looking down at my feet.

"Well, I have a surprise for both of you." My head shot up at this and my eyes widened when he pulled a suit out from behind his back and handed it to me, "Here, it's for you." I grinned and hugged him, "Thank you!"

He returned my hug, "That's not the best part," He paused and let go of the hug, taking out his little electronic thing and pressing a button causing a motorcycle-looking vehicle to appear as all the pups' vehicles did. I blinked and looked at Ryder again, who just chuckled, "It's yours. Welcome to the team." I smiled, "Really?!" He nodded, "Yes, and Liberty, there's space for you too!" I smiled wider and hugged him again, Liberty also nuzzling against his legs.

"Now let's get to work!" I nodded, "Yes, Sir!" and quickly put the suit on over the top of my clothes, which was very easy to do seeing as my clothes were quite small for me, and hopped into the motorcycle, Liberty getting in the sidecar, the two of us ready to go.

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I smiled, watching the Paw Patrol reunite after Chase had managed to save Ryder from the tower. My smile increased when Liberty jumped into my arms, barking in contentment, which in turn, alerted the Paw Patrol members to my presence and all the pups turned to each other, silently all thinking the same thing, before starting to look between me and Ryder. Some of them even rolled their eyes. Ryder eventually stood up, having been knocked over by the pups and walked up to me and started to talk, "(Y/n), I need to talk to you and... You know, like in private and, right we'll meet you guys back at headquarters." Some of the pups giggled in their own way, and some rolled their eyes, before running off to their pup vehicles and driving off, leaving me and Ryder alone, Liberty sitting down at my feet as she couldn't leave, as she rode in the side of my motorcycle.

I smiled, "What did you want to talk about?"

"Well... I uh..." he hesitated, "Yeah... I did... I."

I giggled and leaned up pecking his cheek, "You don't need to say anything. I can already tell what you're going to say, and I feel the same." He blinked and I giggled again as he hugged me, "(Y/n)? May I.." Ryder trailed off looking between my lips and eyes and I rolled my eyes and kissed him.

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

So... I just did it. I wrote it. I know this is probably childish, but I had the idea while watching the movie and it came to me...

Same

I surrender, I can't fight it anymore I would give him my soul, you're telling me he is handsome as fuck, a short king AND HILARIOUS AS FUCK?

Lucifer/Alastor Oneshot - A Tale of Two Dads

Requested?: No

Prompt: None

Type of oneshot: Fluff/Angst

Reader's Relations: Alastor’s ex-girlfriend

Warnings: Spoilers for eps 7-8 of season 1! This was written the say those two came out

Other notes: Don’t ask how I thought of this…Somehow, my brain fixated on these two, and well oneshots is what happens when my brain gets fixated on characters.

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“You absolute bastard, Alastor!” I shouted once he’d shown up at Charlie’s hotel, seven years after leaving, “You leave for seven years and all you have to say is ‘hi’?! Someone hold me back before I fuck his face up!”

“Hello, My Dear, it’s good to see you too.”

“Fuck you,” I retorted, making eye contact with him, in an easy feat due to the fact I was the same height as him. He just smirked at me, using his microphone to lift my chin, an unnecessary thing due to the fact I was already looking at him, “Now now, that’s not the right way to talk to me, is it, My Dear?” I didn’t respond, instead I just growled and tried to punch him continuously, him dodging every blow I attempted to make.

“You should know that’s not going to work, (Y/n).”

“Fuck. Off. Before. I. Kill. You. Myself. Bastard. I’ve had to deal with a child that you-”

“Mama? What’s going on?”

My head immediately shot around to see Alianna standing at the bottom of the stairs, the seven-year-old rubbing her eyes as if she’d just been woken up. I gave Alastor another glare before rushing over, “It’s okay, Sweetie. Nothing you need to worry about,” I spoke, ruffling her red hair.

“You always say that!”

“I say that because most of the time, you don’t need to worry ab-”

Alianna cut me off, asking the question I had wished she would never have to ask, “Is he my Papa?”

If I’d been drinking something, I would definitely have spat it out in shock, “Now now, Ali, that’s something you don’t need to worry about you. You can learn more about your father when you are older.”

She pouted for a few seconds before, “Okay, I’m older!”

I chuckled, “I meant in a few years, now back to bed with you.”

Alianna sighed and nodded, running off back upstairs towards our room in the hotel. I let out a sigh of relief and stood up, turning around, only to have Alastor directly in my face, “For fuck sake, stop doing that, you bastard,” I shouted, punching him in the arm.

“Why should I stop when I get-”

“Were you listening to our conversation?”

“It was kind of hard not to, (Y/n)... I think you owe some people an explanation, and I’d be happy to loosen up your strings a bit if you know what I mean,” I heard Angel’s voice saying before I saw one of his arms dangling in front of my face and, what I guessed was another, on my head.

I rolled my eyes, “How many times, Angel? I’m not interested in you. Stop trying,” I growled, shoving him off me, “But, I guess you’re right about the explanation. This Radio Demon Bastard here,” I paused and pointed over in Alastor’s direction, “Is Alianna’s father. She doesn’t know, so please keep it quiet. I’m begging you.”

“You can always beg more, (Y/n). If you catch me drift…”

“Angel, shut up for once. Not the time for your sexual fantasies.”

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“Alianna. No. Get back here right now!” I shouted, running up and pulling her off Lucifer gently, “I am so sorry, Sir. She got out of my sight. I apologise again.”

“It’s alright. She’s cute anyway. Much like her mother.”

I felt my face turn red as I looked away, but before I could say anything, Alastor was in front of me, glaring down at the Short King of Hell, “She’s mine. Get away.”

“Oh really?” Lucifer questioned, before walking around the Radio Demon and up to me, taking my hand in his, “Because there’s nothing on her hand to show she belongs to anyone,” he finished, bringing my hand up with his and kissing it, “But if she really is ‘yours’, she has had ample opportunity to stop my advances, and isn’t so…”

“I do not belong to anyone. You,” I turned and glared at Alastor, “May be Alianna’s father, but it doesn’t mean that I am ‘yours’. As a matter of fact, you lost all rights to even seeing her when you left, so you can just go away and leave me alone!” I shouted.

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A few days later, I found a(n) (F/c) rubber duck sitting on my bed, along with a note. “I wasn’t messing around when I said you were cute, I meant it. Call me? L.” there was a phone number at the bottom and I giggled. I knew it was probably wrong as he was Charlie’s dad, who was my best friend… But he’d made an impression on me. So I added the number to my phone under the nickname ‘Short King’, and sent a message, “I got your note. Thanks for the duck. How’d you know (F/c) is my favourite colour?”

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I groaned in pain as I lay on the ruins of the hotel, after having come face to face with one of the angels, blood seeping from my side. It was just as I was losing consciousness, that I saw a flash of white in front of me, fighting off the angel.

LUCIFER’S POV

Once the angels had retreated, I turned back to (Y/n) to see her unconscious, with blood surrounding her. Immediately, I retracted my wings and knelt beside her, realising she’s been severely wounded, “(Y/n)? Please wake up. You have to. (Y/n), please. I- love you.”

“Dad?”

I looked up to see Charlie standing there, a saddened smile on her face, “You can’t bring her back.”

“Is there nothing?! No one can bring her back?” I asked, despair wreaking through my voice, as I felt tears cascading down my cheeks.

“I’ve got one idea… but it’s a long shot, so don’t get your hopes up,” Charlie replied, running off. She came back a few minutes later, dragging a girl behind her, who seemed to be complaining, “Charlie! I told you, I can heal, but I can’t combat the second death!”

“Just try. For me? Please?”

“I’m telling you, this isn’t going to work if she’s dead, Charlie!”

“Try though? Please, Brianna?”

“Fine, I’ll try, but no one get their hopes up,” the brunette replied as Charlie pulled her over. I noticed Brianna take a deep breath before kneeling on (Y/n)’s other side, cracking her knuckles, “I’ll say it again if she’s truly dead, then this isn’t going to work, but I’m going to need help,” she paused and turned her attention towards me, “May I ask for your help, Sir? This will only work if I have the help of someone she loves.”

“M-me? I-Isn’t there someone else that she loves? Like her daughter?”

The brown-haired demon just chuckled in response, “I mean it’s got to be romantic love, not platonic love.”

“Oh... Wait a minute, do you still want me to help? As much as I hate to say this, shouldn’t you be getting that Radio Demon to help? In the sense that he’s the father of her daughter, therefore she must love him.”

“As a matter of fact. I know she hates me. She lit-”

“Alastor’s right, Dad. You may not have realised, but that duck you gave her has pride of place in her room. Every day she makes a point of dusting it, and no one’s allowed near it. I’m surprised it’s not in a locked box that only she has access to. She wouldn’t have kept it if you didn’t mean anything to her. Plus you deserve to be happy as well,” Charlie spoke, placing a hand on my shoulder and kneeling beside me, “Trust me. You’re the one we need to bring (Y/n) back.”

“Well? Are you going to do this or not? We don’t have much time left.”

With a final boost of confidence from Charlie, I nodded, turning to Brianna, “Okay.”

She smiled, “Okay. In that case, I need you to place both your hands above where her heart is and keep your eyes closed. Can you do that?” I nodded, doing as she asked me, remembering to close my eyes.

YOUR POV

I woke up with a start, and I lifted my head in shock, but before I could say anything, I’d been wrapped in a hug, “(Y/n)!”

“O-oh.. hello, Mr Lucifer. I-It’s good to see you too,” I replied as he continued to squeeze the living Hell out of me, “C-can you let me go though? Personal space.”

“Sorry! I’m just glad you’re okay,” he started, letting me go as his face turned the same colour as his waistcoat, but before I could mention it, Charlie had spoken up, “See, Dad? Told you it was you that she loved.”

“CHARLIE!” I all but screamed, “HOW IN THE ACTUAL HELL DID YOU KNOW THAT?! You better start running. I don’t care if you’re the Princess of Hell, telling someone that your friend has a crush on them is not funny!” I continued, standing up and starting to chase after her, but before I could get too far I felt a gloved hand wrap around my wrist and pull me backwards, spinning me around, before I felt pressure on my lips. It took me a second to process, but once I did I wrapped my arms around the King of Hell’s neck and kissed him back.

“You have nothing to be ashamed of, (Y/n).”

I grinned widely, “Still embarrassing that it took your daughter to get us together though.”

“I have something for you, (Y/n)...”

“Let me guess… is it another rubber duck?” I asked, my voice laden with sarcasm. Lucifer’s face turned red as he looked at me a shocked expression on his face before out of thin air, a small box appeared. Lucifer took it in his hands before handing it to me, “I-I’ve been working on them since I left you the first one… I hope you like them.” I smiled and took the lid off, my eyes widening with glee at the sight of the small family of ducks. Two adults, one a light yellow, the other a (H/c) colour with lashes painted around the eyes, with two baby ducks, one the same colour yellow as the adult, also with eyelashes, and the other a red colour. I giggled at the meaning behind the colours, the adult ducks supposed to represent me and Lucifer, and the two baby ones representing Charlie and Alianna, and hugged the blonde male in front of me, “I love them, thank you. I know exactly where these are going,” I spoke, pecking Lucifer on the cheek after leaning down to do so, whispering in his ear, “Short King.”

“I am not that short!”

“Hmmm. Compared to me, you are,” I smirked, “Now, who wants to rebuild this hotel?”

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The ending was not how I imagined it, but at least it didn’t go over 2000 words… This was originally supposed to have more Alastor x Reader in too, but it didn’t fit with the plot I was going with.

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