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Damn Holmes (Sherlock x GN!Reader)

A/N: This is part 3 of my Game is A Foot series. Please read parts 1 & 2 first.

It has been a nearly a month since (Y/N) moved into 221B baker street and they have barely left the flat. John has been making regular visits to check in on them and make sure Sherlock is taking care of them properly. Let’s face it, Sherlock can barely look after himself never mind someone dealing with shock and grief. He even sometimes brings Rosamund with him to offer some distraction from (Y/N). Which works to bring a smile to their face….if only because Sherlock pouts at having to put his experiments away after John claims them to be non-baby friendly. ‘How else are they supposed to reach their cognitive developmental milestones John!’.

Today was one of the days that John had come to visit. He was sat in the living room with Sherlock, taking glances towards direction of the bedroom door. “Have they come out today? They seemed to be doing better the last time I was here. Have they eaten ye-” Sherlock flashes John a look that stops his rambling in its tracks. “Sorry. It’s just…I’ve been here for two hours, and they still haven’t come out. I’m worried.”

“You think I’m not?” Sherlock snaps.

“What? No, of course not.”

Sherlock opens his mouth to retort when the recognisable sound of a door opening interrupts him. Two pairs of eyes turn to watch as (Y/N) silently walks through the living room towards the kitchen, not even giving the boys a glance. There are various sounds coming from the kitchen of cupboard doors opening and closing followed by the fridge. After five minutes, (Y/N) re-emerges from the kitchen door. “Oh! Hey John. Sherly, we’ve got nothing in so I’m going to the shop. Need anything?”

Sherlock and John share a quick glance and John decided to speak, “I was planning on going to the shop anyway, I’ll go and get everything you need and bring it back.”

“No, that’s ok. I got it. Just tell me what you want John and I’ll grab your stuff too.”

The boys shared another glance, and this time Sherlock was the one to speak. “(Y/N)…” He was quickly interrupted by (Y/N).

“No. Stop. Don’t treat me like I’m a fragile baby. You’ve both been doing that non-stop for nearly a month. I’m going to the shop. It’s just ten minutes down the road. I’m not going to be scared into staying indoors all my life. I’m climbing up the walls in here, I’m ready to get back out there.”

(Y/N) stared both of them down with nothing but determination and neither one of them could begrudge them the opportunity to get their life back. “If you wanted to get back out there then why don’t you join me on my cases? I could use a doctor now that John is too busy looking after baby Sherlock”

John’s quiet mumble of “That’s not her name” went ignored. “Do you actually need a doctor or is this your way of keeping an eye on me?” (Y/N) accused.

“I don’t see why it can’t be both?”

“Ok, I’ll consider joining you on cases…..If you let me go to the shop.”

Neither John nor Sherlock could come up with a justifiable excuse, so they lamented. Besides, like they said the shop is ten minutes down the road, how much trouble could they get into.

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(Y/N) had dropped by at Mrs H’s to see if she needed anything from the shop whilst they were there and is now on the way with a big shopping list. Mrs H had been delighted that (Y/N) was finally getting out of the house again that she had provided them with a list of what looked to be at least fifty items. How they were expected to get this back alone was beyond them but they appreciated that it would give them more time outside. So engrossed in checking the list, they never noticed the black car with tinted windows creeping up behind them along the road.

“Get in” an unfamiliar female voice commanded. Startled, (Y/N) flinched away from the car. Their breathing started to pick up and they belatedly realised they were panicking. They didn’t recognise this woman, what if she had something to do with what happened to Claire. The mystery woman quickly realised that (Y/N) wasn’t going to get in the car anytime soon if they were panicking but she also didn’t have the time to calm them down in the street. She exited the now parked car and grabbed (Y/N) by the arms leading them towards the back of the car. (Y/N) instantly started to struggle, but they had no chance when they were struggling to even catch their breath. Once in the back of the car, the woman spent the time attempting to calm them. Asking them to name five thing they can see, four things they can touch, three things they can hear, two things they can smell, and one thing they can taste. It calmed them enough that they managed to finally stabilise their breathing only for them to pass out in the back of the car.

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When (Y/N) woke up, they were sat in a surprisingly comfortable chair. For a moment, they thought they was still back in 221B with Sherlock and relaxed back into the chair. Their eyes flew open when they remembered the car and the unfamiliar woman. Glancing around the room to gather their bearings, they were greeted with a familiar man sitting behind a desk, a slice of cake in front of him.

“Mycroft.”

“Hello (N/N). Would you like some cake?” (Y/N) stared at Mycroft astonished. Did he just ask…?

“Would I like some……No! No I would not like some cake! What the hell My? You can’t just have people grabbed from the street, that’s kidnapping! Who even was that? That wasn’t Andrea”

For a fraction of a second, Mycroft looked genuinely ashamed. He wiped it from his face very quickly. "I apologise. Andrea is ill and her sister Charlotte has been filling in for her. I had gotten used to using Charlotte instead of Andrea that I had not considered your reaction to someone you didn’t recognise collecting you for me. It was not my intention to scare you.” If Mycroft had been speaking to anyone else, expect maybe Sherlock, then they would have found that comment patronising. However, (Y/N) had known Mycroft a long time now and could recognise that he was being sincere.

“You should also know that I am doing everything in my power to find the person who killed Claire. I won’t let them hurt you. You’re family. Besides, it would be a waste to lose someone who is a lot smarter than the rest of the goldfish in this world.” As he was speaking, Mycroft has picked up the fork, ready to eat his slice of cake”

“I thought you were on a diet. I’ve been your doctor for the past year My, you shouldn’t be eating those with your current levels of cholesterol.” (Y/N) says in concern. Mycroft sighs, ponders, and eventually puts the fork back down.

“I suppose you’re right.” Even though he agreed, he couldn’t stop the disappointment from appearing on his face. (Y/N) sighs, hugs Mycroft and thanks him for trying to find Claire’s killer. Charlotte meets them at the door, ready to take them back home. Before they leave, they turn back to Mycroft. “I suppose one small slice won’t hurt.” They had never seen a smile so warm on Mycroft’s face before.

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Charlotte had dropped them off outside of the café underneath their flat. They took a few minutes to collect themselves before they go back inside to face the inevitable interrogation from John and Sherlock. It brough a small smile to their face, thinking about how much they cared for them and have been there for them the past few months. As (Y/N)’s hand touches the doorknob to head inside, they pause……they hadn’t gone shopping. “Damn Holmes”.

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Damn Holmes (Sherlock x Male!Reader)

A/N: This is part 3 in my Game is A Foot series. Please read part 1 & 2 first.

It has been a nearly a month since (Y/N) moved into 221B baker street and he has barely left the flat. John has been making regular visits to check in on him and make sure Sherlock is taking care of him properly. Let’s face it, Sherlock can barely look after himself never mind someone dealing with shock and grief. He even sometimes brings Rosamund with him to offer some distraction from (Y/N). Which works to bring a smile to his face….if only because Sherlock pouts at having to put his experiments away after John claims them to be non-baby friendly. ‘How else are they supposed to reach their cognitive developmental milestones John!’.

Today was one of the days that John had come to visit. He was sat in the living room with Sherlock, taking glances towards direction of the bedroom door. “Has he come out today? He seemed to be doing better the last time I was here. Has he eaten ye-” Sherlock flashes John a look that stops his rambling in its tracks. “Sorry. It’s just…I’ve been here for two hours, and he still hasn’t come out. I’m worried.”

“You think I’m not?” Sherlock snaps.

“What? No, of course not.”

Sherlock opens his mouth to retort when the recognisable sound of a door opening interrupts him. Two pairs of eyes turn to watch as (Y/N) silently walks through the living room towards the kitchen, not even giving the boys a glance. There are various sounds coming from the kitchen of cupboard doors opening and closing followed by the fridge. After five minutes, (Y/N) re-emerges from the kitchen door. “Oh! Hey John. Sherly, we’ve got nothing in so I’m going to the shop. Need anything?”

Sherlock and John share a quick glance and John decided to speak, “I was planning on going to the shop anyway, I’ll go and get everything you need and bring it back.”

“No, that’s ok. I got it. Just tell me what you want John and I’ll grab your stuff too.”

The boys shared another glance, and this time Sherlock was the one to speak. “(Y/N)…” He was quickly interrupted by (Y/N).

“No. Stop. Don’t treat me like I’m a fragile baby. You’ve both been doing that non-stop for nearly a month. I’m going to the shop. It’s just ten minutes down the road. I’m not going to be scared into staying indoors all my life. I’m climbing up the walls in here, I’m ready to get back out there.”

(Y/N) stared both of them down with nothing but determination and neither one of them could begrudge him the opportunity to get their life back. “If you wanted to get back out there then why don’t you join me on my cases? I could use a doctor now that John is too busy looking after baby Sherlock”

John’s quiet mumble of “That’s not her name” went ignored. “Do you actually need a doctor or is this your way of keeping an eye on me?” (Y/N) accused.

“I don’t see why it can’t be both?”

“Ok, I’ll consider joining you on cases…..If you let me go to the shop.”

Neither John nor Sherlock could come up with a justifiable excuse, so they lamented. Besides, like he said the shop is ten minutes down the road, how much trouble could he get into.

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(Y/N) had dropped by at Mrs H’s to see if she needed anything from the shop whilst he was there and is now on the way with a big shopping list. Mrs H had been delighted that (Y/N) was finally getting out of the house again that she had provided him with a list of what looked to be at least fifty items. How he was expected to get this back alone was beyond him but he appreciated that it would give him more time outside. So engrossed in checking the list, he never noticed the black car with tinted windows creeping up behind him along the road.

“Get in” an unfamiliar female voice commanded. Startled, (Y/N) flinched away from the car. His breathing started to pick up and he belatedly realised he was panicking. He didn’t recognise this woman, what if she had something to do with what happened to Claire. The mystery woman quickly realised that (Y/N) wasn’t going to get in the car anytime soon if he was panicking but she also didn’t have the time to calm him down in the street. She exited the now parked car and grabbed (Y/N) by the arms leading him towards the back of the car. (Y/N) instantly started to struggle, but he had no chance when he was struggling to even catch his breath. Once in the back of the car, the woman spent the time attempting to calm him. Asking him to name five thing he can see, four things he can touch, three things he can hear, two things he can smell, and one thing he can taste. It calmed him enough that he managed to finally stabilise his breathing only for him to pass out in the back of the car.

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When (Y/N) woke up, he was sat in a surprisingly comfortable chair. For a moment, he thought he was still back in 221B with Sherlock and relaxed back into the chair. His eyes flew open when he remembered the car and the unfamiliar woman. Glancing around the room to gather his bearings, he was greeted with a familiar man sitting behind a desk, a slice of cake in front of him.

“Mycroft.”

“Hello (N/N). Would you like some cake?” (Y/N) stared at Mycroft astonished. Did he just ask…?

“Would I like some……No! No I would not like some cake! What the hell My? You can’t just have people grabbed from the street, that’s kidnapping! Who even was that? That wasn’t Andrea”

For a fraction of a second, Mycroft looked genuinely ashamed. He wiped it from his face very quickly. "I apologise. Andrea is ill and her sister Charlotte has been filling in for her. I had gotten used to using Charlotte instead of Andrea that I had not considered your reaction to someone you didn’t recognise collecting you for me. It was not my intention to scare you.” If Mycroft had been speaking to anyone else, expect maybe Sherlock, then they would have found that comment patronising. However, (Y/N) had known Mycroft a long time now and could recognise that he was being sincere.

“You should also know that I am doing everything in my power to find the person who killed Claire. I won’t let them hurt you. You’re family. Besides, it would be a waste to lose someone who is a lot smarter than the rest of the goldfish in this world.” As he was speaking, Mycroft has picked up the fork, ready to eat his slice of cake”

“I thought you were on a diet. I’ve been your doctor for the past year My, you shouldn’t be eating those with your current levels of cholesterol.” (Y/N) says in concern. Mycroft sighs, ponders, and eventually puts the fork back down.

“I suppose you’re right.” Even though he agreed, he couldn’t stop the disappointment from appearing on his face. (Y/N) sighs, hugs Mycroft and thanks him for trying to find Claire’s killer. Charlotte meets him at the door, ready to take him back home. Before he leaves, he turns back to Mycroft. “I suppose one small slice won’t hurt.” He had never seen a smile so warm on Mycroft’s face before.

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Charlotte had dropped him off outside of the café underneath his flat. He took a few minutes to collect himself before he goes back inside to face the inevitable interrogation from John and Sherlock. It brough a small smile to his face, thinking about how much they cared for him and have been there for him the past few months. As (Y/N)’s hand touches the doorknob to head inside, he pauses……he hadn’t gone shopping. “Damn Holmes”.

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Damn Holmes (Sherlock x Female!Reader)

A/N: This is part 3 of my The Game Is A Foot series. Please read part 1 & 2 first.

It has been a nearly a month since (Y/N) moved into 221B baker street and she has barely left the flat. John has been making regular visits to check in on her and make sure Sherlock is taking care of her properly. Let’s face it, Sherlock can barely look after himself never mind someone dealing with shock and grief. He even sometimes brings Rosamund with him to offer some distraction from (Y/N). Which works to bring a smile to her face….if only because Sherlock pouts at having to put his experiments away after John claims them to be non-baby friendly. ‘How else are they supposed to reach their cognitive developmental milestones John!’.

Today was one of the days that John had come to visit. He was sat in the living room with Sherlock, taking glances towards direction of the bedroom door. “Has she come out today? She seemed to be doing better the last time I was here. Has she eaten ye-” Sherlock flashes John a look that stops his rambling in its tracks. “Sorry. It’s just…I’ve been here for two hours and she still hasn’t come out. I’m worried.”

“You think I’m not?” Sherlock snaps.

“What? No, of course not.”

Sherlock opens his mouth to retort when the recognisable sound of a door opening interrupts him. Two pairs of eyes turn to watch as (Y/N) silently walks through the living room towards the kitchen, not even giving the boys a glance. There are various sounds coming from the kitchen of cupboard doors opening and closing followed by the fridge. After five minutes, (Y/N) re-emerges from the kitchen door. “Oh! Hey John. Sherly, we’ve got nothing in so I’m going to the shop. Need anything?”

Sherlock and John share a quick glance and John decided to speak, “I was planning on going to the shop anyway, I’ll go and get everything you need and bring it back.”

“No, that’s ok. I got it. Just tell me what you want John and I’ll grab your stuff too.”

The boys shared another glance, and this time Sherlock was the one to speak. “(Y/N)…” He was quickly interrupted by (Y/N).

“No. Stop. Don’t treat me like I’m a fragile baby. You’ve both been doing that non-stop for nearly a month. I’m going to the shop. It’s just ten minutes down the road. I’m not going to be scared into staying indoors all my life. I’m climbing up the walls in here, I’m ready to get back out there.”

(Y/N) stared both of them down with nothing but determination and neither one of them could begrudge her the opportunity to get their life back. “If you wanted to get back out there then why don’t you join me on my cases? I could use a doctor now that John is too busy looking after baby Sherlock”

John’s quiet mumble of “That’s not her name” went ignored. “Do you actually need a doctor or is this your way of keeping an eye on me?” (Y/N) accused.

“I don’t see why it can’t be both?”

“Ok, I’ll consider joining you on cases…..If you let me go to the shop.”

Neither John nor Sherlock could come up with a justifiable excuse, so they lamented. Besides, like she said the shop is ten minutes down the road, how much trouble could she get into.

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(Y/N) had dropped by at Mrs H’s to see if she needed anything from the shop whilst she was there and is now on the way with a big shopping list. Mrs H had been delighted that (Y/N) was finally getting out of the house again that she had provided her with a list of what looked to be at least fifty items. How she was expected to get this back alone was beyond her but she appreciated that it would give her more time outside. So engrossed in checking the list, she never noticed the black car with tinted windows creeping up behind her along the road.

“Get in” an unfamiliar female voice commanded. Startled, (Y/N) flinched away from the car. Her breathing started to pick up and she belatedly realised she was panicking. She didn’t recognise this woman, what if she had something to do with what happened to Claire. The mystery woman quickly realised that (Y/N) wasn’t going to get in the car anytime soon if she was panicking but she also didn’t have the time to calm her down in the street. She exited the now parked car and grabbed (Y/N) by the arms leading her towards the back of the car. (Y/N) instantly started to struggle, but she had no chance when she was struggling to even catch her breath. Once in the back of the car, the woman spent the time attempting to calm her. Asking her to name five thing she can see, four things she can touch, three things she can hear, two things she can smell, and one thing she can taste. It calmed her enough that she managed to finally stabilise her breathing only for her to pass out in the back of the car.

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When (Y/N) woke up, she was sat in a surprisingly comfortable chair. For a moment, she thought she was still back in 221B with Sherlock and relaxed back into the chair. Her eyes flew open when she remembered the car and the unfamiliar woman. Glancing around the room to gather her bearings, she was greeted with a familiar man sitting behind a desk, a slice of cake in front of him.

“Mycroft.”

“Hello (N/N). Would you like some cake?” (Y/N) stared at Mycroft astonished. Did he just ask…?

“Would I like some……No! No I would not like some cake! What the hell My? You can’t just have people grabbed from the street, that’s kidnapping! Who even was that? That wasn’t Andrea”

For a fraction of a second, Mycroft looked genuinely ashamed. He wiped it from his face very quickly. "I apologise. Andrea is ill and her sister Charlotte has been filling in for her. I had gotten used to using Charlotte instead of Andrea that I had not considered your reaction to someone you didn’t recognise collecting you for me. It was not my intention to scare you.” If Mycroft had been speaking to anyone else, expect maybe Sherlock, then they would have found that comment patronising. However, (Y/N) had known Mycroft a long time now and could recognise that he was being sincere.

“You should also know that I am doing everything in my power to find the person who killed Claire. I won’t let them hurt you. You’re family. Besides, it would be a waste to lose someone who is a lot smarter than the rest of the goldfish in this world.” As he was speaking, Mycroft has picked up the fork, ready to eat his slice of cake”

“I thought you were on a diet. I’ve been your doctor for the past year My, you shouldn’t be eating those with your current levels of cholesterol.” (Y/N) says in concern. Mycroft sighs, ponders, and eventually puts the fork back down.

“I suppose you’re right.” Even though he agreed, he couldn’t stop the disappointment from appearing on his face. (Y/N) sighs, hugs Mycroft and thanks him for trying to find Claire’s killer. Charlotte meets her at the door, ready to take her back home. Before she leaves, she turns back to Mycroft. “I suppose one small slice won’t hurt.” She had never seen a smile so warm on Mycroft’s face before.

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Charlotte had dropped her off outside of the café underneath her flat. She took a few minutes to collect herself before she goes back inside to face the inevitable interrogation from John and Sherlock. It brough a small smile to her face, thinking about how much they cared for her and have been there for her the past few months. As (Y/N)’s hand touches the doorknob to head inside, she pauses……she hadn’t gone shopping. “Damn Holmes”.

#The game is a foot #series #Sherlock Holmes #sherlock x reader #bbc sherlock #Female reader #female!reader #Sherlock Holmes x Reader #fanfics #reader #reader insert

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Stay the fuck off my computer and my Microsoft word and get your ideas elsewhere! NOBODY is writing MY series BUT ME.

I live alone with my custom built PC, university supplied Microsoft Office and ideas I flesh out in a physical journal. So I have no idea what you're talking about. But if you wanna spend your time sending threatening messages anonymously to someone who doesn't know you.....you do you 🤷‍♂️

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One Way To Move In (Sherlock x GN!Reader)

A/N: So, it’s been a few years since I wrote anything and I decided to turn my old oneshot My Girlfriend Tells Me Everything (and now it’s other gendered counterparts) into a series so please read that first if you haven’t. I’m not quite happy with how this turned out but I’m going to continue this series anyway so please be kind.

It was 8pm by the time (Y/N) saw their apartment door. After just getting off a twelve-hour shift, all they wanted was to eat the leftover Chinese in the fridge and pass out in bed. Being a doctor was always (Y/N)’s dream but the hours sucked….hard. Seeing the door in front of them, they quickened their pace and hurried inside.

“Look what the cat dragged in” Claire, (Y/N)’s roommate of two years, states. (Y/N) turns towards them on the couch and glares at them, which comes out as more of a grimace due to exhaustion. Claire looks them up and down and proceeds a drawn-out whistle. “Damn, that cat drag you through a hedge or something? You look rough.”

“Wow, thanks. That’s just what I wanted to hear.” (Y/N) snaps before heading to the fridge for the desired Chinese food.

“Well, what do you expect, you’ve been out since yester-“ Claire cuts herself off with a gasp. “Oh, you dirty stop out you! You were with Sherlock weren’t you! Omg, when am I going to meet this ‘elusive genius’ of yours?” This draws a laugh out of (Y/N).

“No, I wasn’t with Sherlock, I was at work. Which by the way, shouldn’t you be heading off to work now? Go get ready to leave and let me eat my Chinese and pass out for a week in peace please” said Chinese gets stuffed into (Y/N)’s mouth to emphasise their point. Claire just chuckles at the sight whilst heading to her room. She calls over her shoulder, “Yeah, yeah. I’m going. Jeez. Not all of us can crash for a week you know, we’re not all fancy private doctors.”

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The following day finds (Y/N) heading to the hospital to meet up with John for lunch, a regular occurrence since he found out about the whole ‘dating his best friend’ thing. They don’t even have to enter the hospital as they spot him at the entrance upon their arrival. “Hey John!” Said man looks up from his phone upon hearing his name. “Hey (Y/N). I hope you don’t mind but I’ll have to bail on lunch a bit early. Rosamund has a bit of a cold and Mrs. Hudson has to leave in an hour. I’m really sorry” John starts to ramble his apology.

“John…John…John!” The shout finally catches his attention, “That’s completely fine, you don’t have to apologise. What kind of person would be upset at you wanting to look after your sick kid” (Y/N) smiles kindly.

“You’re right. Sorry.”

“Stop apologising John.”

“Right. Sorry” they both look at each other at the involuntary apology and giggle. “Shall we?”.

The walk to the café felt relatively short as they spent the time cooing over pictures of Rosamund. They decided to go to the café under 221B Baker Street so that John could be close to Rosamund in case Mrs. Hudson had to leave early. After sitting down with some tea and John buying some cake to share, as Mary would kill him if he broke his diet, the conversation turned to Sherlock.

“So, you never did explain why you kept your relationship a secret.” John states giving (Y/N) an expectant look. They sigh.

“Well, you know how Sherlock is. At first I interested him, he said it was because he can’t deduce me. At first he thought it was because I was dangerous as the last time this happened it was with Mary, back when she was lying” at this John look uncomfortable. “But then he started ‘engaging me in intellectual conversation’ as he put it. I realised this was his way of trying to decipher whether I was a threat. When he realised I wasn’t it was also around the time he realised he may ‘like’ me. Of course, being the sociopath he is, he had no idea what to do with that and started being rude and distant” at this (Y/N) laughs “You should have seen his face when I called him out on his shit. He looked like I may have hung the moon itself.”

John laughs himself when trying to imagine it as the image he comes up with is ridiculous. “What happened then?”

“What do you think happened? I get dragged into a car on my way home by Mycroft’s assistant” (Y/N) says exasperated. John laughs remembering his first Mycroft kidnapping. “He spent the next two hours interrogating me. When he deemed me as ‘more than a goldfish’ he proceeded to tell me how I should go about Sherlock”. John looks interested and says, “What did you do?”.

“I told him where he can shove his advice. If I wanted to be with Sherlock I would do it my way.”

“What happened?”

“Well, it turns out Sherlock was listening; he’d stormed straight to Mycroft’s office when he heard I was there. He asked me out for coffee-” John looked shocked, “-I know! He asked me! And as we were on the date he asked we keep it a secret until he makes sure that this is real for him. He was so worried about hurting me as he finds emotions hard to understand”

Before the conversation could go any further, they get interrupted by John’s phone going off. He excuses himself to answer it. When he comes back he starts apologising again. “Sorry, I have to go. That was Mrs. Hudson. I have to go pick up Rosamund. I’m so sorry”

“John, what did I tell you?”

“Stop apologising, sorry.” He says with a smile which makes (Y/N) chuckle.

“Go, I should head home anyway. Give her hugs and kisses from me?” John promises he would, they hug and part ways.

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After arriving home (Y/N) decides to surprise Claire with a movie night, with their long hours they haven’t been able to spend time with Claire in weeks. Deciding to make it special, they go around the apartment collecting all the things necessary to make a pillow fort because you’re never too old for a pillow fort!

By the time the fort was built, Claire was just arriving home. “What’s all this?”

“Surprise! Pillow fort and movie night?” Claire’s face lights up at the suggestion. “Hell yes! Chinese food followed by copious amounts of ice cream?”

(Y/N) laughs, “You read my mind”.

“Ok well let me change out of my work clothes and then you can ord-” she gets cut off by the window shattering. (Y/N) screams whilst turning towards the window. They press themselves to the floor and sees Claire’s hair against the floor behind the couch. They shuffle their way over to help her hide and come up with a plan to leave without getting shot. (Y/N) screams again as they make it to Claire. Surrounding her head was a puddle of blood, growing by the second and right in the centre of her forehead was a bullet wound. (Y/N) grabs their phone out of their pocket and calls Lestrade.

“Hello?”

“Greg?” Greg hears the tears and uneven breath and immediately fires of questions.

“(Y/N)? Are you ok? What’s wrong? What’s going on?”

“Greg. My friend she…she’s…she’s been shot. Oh, my go-” a sob forces its way out of (Y/N)’s mouth.

“(Y/N)? Where are you, tell me where you are?”

“I’m at my home”

“I’m on my way, I’ll bring Sherlock and John” and with that the line goes dead.

Much of what happens next goes by in a blur for (Y/N). They pay some attention when Sherlock pulls them into a hug but all they can focus on is the spot their friend lay. Even when the coroners remove the body, they still focuses on that spot. All they can hear is an overwhelming buzzing in their ears. It wasn’t until Greg kneels in their line of sight that they snap out of it. “Mm, what?” They say in a daze.

“Hey, I said it’s probably best if you don’t stay here. We’re still not sure if you were also a target or not. It’s not safe here.” Greg says gently.

“Obviously Gareth, they’ll be staying with me at 221.” Sherlock cuts in like it was obvious.

“Greg.” (Y/N) says numbly.

“Yes?” Greg answers thinking they were talking to him.

“His name is Greg, Sherlock” They continue, almost sounding dead inside.

“Really? That’s what they focus on?” Anderson says in the background, receiving glares from Sherlock, John, and Greg.

“They’re in shock you buffoon!” Greg admonishes.

“Want me to pack your things (Y/N)?��� John asks kindly.

“Wait? Pack my things for what?” (Y/N) asks confused, having missed most of what was spoken about in the last ten minutes.

“To move to 221B. It’s not safe here.” States Sherlock, looking more concerned by the minute.

“Well…” (Y/N) attempts some form of smile to break the tension, “…That’s one way to ask me to move in.”

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Puppy Love (Draco x GN!Reader)

Draco Malfoy was sat in the Great Hall eating his dinner whilst trying to hide the fact that he is observing the Gryffindors. He was told to recruit someone from that house so that his Lord could get close information on Potter. He has been observing the house for three months now and has noticed and unusual pattern in one of the students. There was a sixth year, (L/N) I think, who wasn't always at the meals or in classes. This was enough to pique his interest so he decided that he would start to follow them.

After months of following them around, he noticed that they always went to the infirmary before they disappear for a little while. After a while his curiosity gets too much and he eavesdrops one time when they are in the infirmary. "Back again dear?"

"Of course, Madam Pomfrey. Do you have the potion for me?"

"Yes. Here you are, one Wolfsbane Potion. Would you like me to lead you to the forest this time or will you be going yourself again?"

"It is too risky for you to come with me Madam Pomfrey. I will be fine going on my own."

"If you're sure dear." The rest of the conversation wasn't heard by Draco as he had already left and heading for the owlery. A werewolf... in the school. His father has to hear of this.

It was a few days later that he got a letter back from his father. His father had told his Lord about the werewolf and Greyback came forward and told him he was the one to bite them and wanted them back in his pack. The Dark Lord agreed and now Draco has to befriend them to get them to join their side...Great.

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Draco tries for the next few weeks to befriend them but each time they refuse to even acknowledge him. He ends up going to his Godfather. "I just need your help talking to them."

"Why are you so interested in them talking to you?"

"I...maybe sort of...like them...a little. But they won't even acknowledge me to give me a chance. Please Severus, a chance is all I'm asking." He lied. He must have looked desperate enough though as his Godfather seemed to believe him.

"Alright, I shall pair you up in potions as you are two of the top students."

"Thank you Severus, that’s all I ask."

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Turns out the task that they were paired for in potions was a rest of the year thing. So now he was stuck with them. However, as the months start to pass he realised he has more in common with them than he thought and werewolf or not, they weren’t that bad. He knew though, that when they admitted to him that they were a werewolf, that he was more attached to them than he should be. He has connected with them over the pain they both feel. Their pain came from the world not accepting them and the preconceptions about how they are meant to be a viscous killer every month. His own pain came from him not wanting to be a Death Eater and the preconceptions that he will become his father and a viscous killer every day. He's fallen for them...he's screwed.

He knows he has to come clean; he would rather lose them than have them hate him and belonging to Greyback. So, during one of their study sessions in the Room of Requirements he tells them. "You…what?"

"I was told to pretend to be your friend to get you to join the Dark Lord, Oh God I am so sorry. I don't want that for you, really I don't. I don't even want it for me."

"Draco..." (Y/N)'s voice is filled with so much pain and sorrow but not for themselves but for the guilt ridden boy in front of him.

"You must tell Dumbledore."

"Are you insane?!?! He will expel me and then the Dark Lord will kill my mother."

"He would never turn away someone who so desperately needs his help. As for your mother, I'm sure he will come up with something to keep her safe. Please Draco."

"...ok."

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After an eventful meeting with Dumbledore, it was decided that Draco would become another spy for him and to protect his mother, (Y/N) would become one too so Draco can 'fulfil' his task. It was during the initiation of the 'Junior Death Eaters' that (Y/N) showed their Slytherin side in convincing the Dark Lord not to mark them. "Mr (L/N) please step forward." Said person walked toward their 'Lord' and bows deeply.

"Before you mark me, may I say a few words my Lord? This will be of importance."

"If it is indeed important then yes, if not you will be punished."

"Of course, my Lord. It's just, as you know I am a werewolf and Dumbledore is also aware of this fact. This means that after my transformation every month I spend a few days in the infirmary where Madam Pomfrey does an extensive medical check on me. Do you really think she would not notice your Mark on my person?"

"That is indeed a good point, what would you suggest then?"

"If I may be so bold as to suggest a delay on when I am marked, to after graduation and I am no longer required to stay in Hogwarts infirmary."

"Crucio." (Y/N) drops to the floor and screams at the unexpected torture. Once the spell has stopped the Dark Lord continues. "That was for refusing my Mark however delayed it may come. However, you have a point and your Mark will be delayed. As soon as you Graduate, you WILL be marked. Dismissed."

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The next few months have gone smoothly, well as smoothly as spying on the Dark Lord can go. A werewolf is a natural Occlumens and Severus has been teaching Draco it since he was a child so it went smoothly than most they supposed. However, after one meeting Draco ended up in the infirmary at Hogwarts for being under a Cruciatus curse for a long time, not too long but long enough that he still feels it and is twitching. Throughout his time in the Infirmary (Y/N) does not leave his side. Not even for classes. After a while though Draco asks why they look so nervous. "It's just, seeing you under the curse made me realise a few things."

"Like what?"

"Well...That I like you and I never want you under that pain ever again."

"I like you too."

"No Draco, I mean as more than a friend."

"I know." At this (Y/N) looked confused until what he said sunk in.

"Does that mean when you said-" Draco cuts them off by pressing a chaste kiss on their lips. (Y/N) breaks out into a grin and says, "You call that a kiss?" Draco leans in again and fully captures their lips and takes their breath away. Neither notice Albus Dumbledore and his annoying twinkle enter the infirmary until he speaks causing them to jump apart.

"Ah, I do believe muggles would call this Puppy Love."

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Just One of Those Moments (Sirius x GN!Reader)

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY HARRY!!!" Everyone gathered in the Burrow shouted. The birthday boy himself pretending to act surprised. (Y/N) smiles as everyone gives him a hug then insists he open their present first. The atmosphere soon gets too stifling in there and they excuse themselves for some much needed air.

As soon as they’re outside, they light up a cigarette and takes a deep drag. Then looks up toward the stars as they help them calm. "You shouldn't smoke you know. It's not good for you." (Y/N) doesn't even turn at the sound of the familiar voice.

"As if that's going to help me now."

"We know how you feel, but you are just causing yourself unnecessary damage." A new voice answers him instead.

"So." They respond.

A different voice again, female this time "Please, stop with this unhealthy attitude" the voice begs.

"Harry needs you." Another voice. Male again, and very familiar. This causes them to finally turn and face them. They look at each owner of the voices and decide to answer them each in order. They turn towards a handsome man with black wavy hair that reached his shoulders. Sirius. "You used to go through three packets a day, you can't talk." Then turns toward a tawny haired male with hazel eyes and scars across his face. Remus. "It's not like the damage matters." They then turn towards their favourite red head. "I'm sorry Lils, I can't." Finally, they turn towards the last voice. Their brother, James Potter. "No, he doesn't."

The flat way they spoke that must have struck a chord with James as he suddenly starts shouting at them. " Of course, he does, you’re his pibling. The only family who survived." At this James pauses then continues on in a much more sad and desperate tone "You’re all he has." At the tone, (Y/N) turns away from them.

"He doesn't. Harry has everyone he will ever need, right inside that house. Not me. I-"

"Don't be stupid! Of course, I need you." (Y/N) turns to see Harry stood right behind them.

"What are-"

"You were taking a while; I came to see if you were all right. You shouldn't be out here on your own." As he said this, (Y/N) and the marauders share an amused look whilst Lily looks exasperated at us. "Who were you talking to anyway?"

"It doesn't matter."

"Please don't start lying to me." Harry says sounding slightly hurt. (Y/N) sighs and draws a breath to steady themselves.

"Just a doe, a stag, a dog and a wolf."

It takes a few moments but Harry finally clicks with what they mean. "What? But they're-"

"I know." They say resigned, he is a smart kid. He is going to figure it out.

"But that's not possible, the only way to do that is through the stone, which is lost, or you're-" He cuts himself off as he realises.

"Yeah, you got it. I'm sorry." (Y/N) says defeated.

"How?" At this question (Y/N) goes towards the porch and sits down, Harry following their example.

"Remember the year we met?" Harry looks confused as to why they chose to start there but goes along with it.

"Beginning of fifth year. The Order raided one of Voldie's lairs and found you in the dungeons. You were rescued, tested to see if you really were my pibling and then taken to Hogwarts to Madam Pomfrey."

"Yeah." (Y/N) shivers momentarily at the thought of those dungeons. "Remember the Department of Mysteries?"

"How could I forget." Harry says with a bit of bitterness in his tone.

"Right, sorry. When Sirius fell into...yeah. I ran after him, like you tried. I was stopped by my old mentor Alastor, but not before I touched it. The veil."

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Flashback (Reader's POV as in they are telling the story to Harry)

The whole room was filled with the sounds of Order members and Death Eaters battling. I was protecting the children from stray spells when I heard something unusual. "Nice one James!" I turn and see Sirius and Harry fighting Lucius. No Pads! Harry. Prongs isn't here. It's Harry.

I noticed that Harry caught the slip and momentarily stopped fighting, Sirius was too busy trying to take down Lucius to notice. He cast one last spell with a fancy flick of his wrist and disarmed Lucius. I was relieved, they were both okay. He blasted Lucius away and I smirked towards them. The smirk dropped when out of nowhere Sirius was struck with the dreaded green spell. No.

I watched him fall. Fall backwards into the veil to never return. All was silent in those moments, the world still. "SIRIUS!!!" I charged towards the veil, no he can't be gone, no. "SIRIUS!!!" I'm reaching for the veil, almost there. Almost to Sirius. My hand enters the veil when I'm grabbed and pulled away. I look back to see Alastor.

"I'm sorry. But we are not losing you too."

Flashback End (POV end too)

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Both Harry and (Y/N) take a few minutes to compose themselves enough to continue the conversation. "When my hand entered the veil, it attached itself to my soul in a way. It's eating it, bit by bit."

"You're dying." Harry says with so much finality, as if he knows there is nothing to be done.

"Yeah. It was a couple of days after my release from the hospital wing that I saw James, Lily and Sirius. I thought I was going mad."

"I thought you already were." Harry joked, successfully breaking the tension. Everyone laughed, even the Marauders to which (Y/N) shot them a joking glare.

"It wasn't until after the war that I saw Remus, for obvious reasons. I also see Fred too whenever I'm in the same area as George. Even in death, they are inseparable."

"How long?" Harry asks after a short comfortable silence.

"What?"

"How long until you...you know." He makes the gesture of a finger crossing his throat.

"Oh! A few months. Mediwitches and wizards say there is nothing they can do as they don't understand the veil." (Y/N) stares at the sky with a sad look. Harry gets up off the porch and rubs of imaginary dirt from his pants. He then turns towards (Y/N) and holds out his hand.

"Well come on then!"

"What?"

"We still have a few months left so let's make them count. I know you're excited to go walk off into the afterlife hand in hand with Sirius but this is our time now." This comment causes (Y/N) to go bright red, Lily to smile at the fact Harry acknowledged his pibling’s crush, Remus to laugh behind his hand and Sirius to smirk in their direction until James storms over to have a stern talking to about the rules of dating his sibling.

"I am not!"

"Are too." Lily and Harry say at the same time causing (Y/N) to smile. Like Mother like Son, they think that muggle saying goes.

"Whatever. Let's just have a good time huh?"

"Yeah." Harry replies more upset than a few minutes ago.

"What's up? You know...apart from the obvious."

"I just wish there was something we could do." "It's just one of those moments Harry."

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To Find Your Mate (Young!Remus x GN!Reader)

It can be hard being a werewolf, especially when you don't accept your wolf. It can become very painful because the wolf is trying to rip itself out of you. I should know, I have experienced this first-hand. It doesn't help that many people's views of werewolves is that we are monsters. But we're not, not all of us at least. I mean yeah, there are monsters. Wolves like Greyback, they have no excuse for their behaviour but others can't help it. They fear their wolves, don't accept them and in return the wolf becomes angry and in its blind rage attacks anything it comes across. I know this because I have done this. But now I accept my wolf and we are both better off now that I have, that doesn't mean people accept me though. I just want to find someone who will accept me. It's hard being a student at Hogwarts in normal circumstances never mind trying to hide what and who you are.

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Professor Dumbledore doesn't trust me on my own out in the forest anymore. He knows what I am and has allowed me to turn in the forest for my first six years at Hogwarts but now I can't. So now I am heading to the medical wing so Madam Pomfrey can take me to the Shrieking Shack. When I enter, I wasn't expecting anyone but Madam Pomfrey but there was someone else. A boy from my year with auburn hair and green eyes was standing next to the schools medi-witch. I head towards Poppy cautiously. "Come now Young (Last/N). It's not like you to be nervous." Poppy says with a kind smile.

"Me? Nervous? Never." I reply flashing a grin in her direction, receiving an eye roll for my troubles. I turn toward the other occupant of the room. "Who's this?"

"This is Mr. Lupin. He will be accompanying you during the full moon tonight."

"WHAT!!!" was the incredulous shout from the boy revealed as Mr. Lupin. I ignore his shout and ask, "So he's a wolf too then?"

"Wait...too?" again Mr. Lupin goes momentarily ignored.

"Indeed." was Poppy's reply before she turned to Mr. Lupin. "Really Mr. Lupin, please close your mouth before you catch flies." She tries for admonishing but I could clearly hear the amusement in her tone. From the look on Mr. Lupin's face, it is clear he also heard it.

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We were now at the shack, which was disgusting by the way, and Madam Pomfrey had already left. There was still a few hours before the moon was officially out so I decided to get to know my fellow wolf. "So, what's your name?"

"Remus. Remus Lupin but my friends call me Moony. You?"

"(Y/N) (Last/N). Your friends call you Moony?" I ask as I beckon him to sit near me on the broken bed.

"Yeah, you know. Because of the moon and stuff." he finishes with a dismissive shrug.

"You mean your friends know?" He nods. "And accepts you?" again he nods. "Wow, you have great friends."

"They mean the world to me, they are pack. I'll introduce you to them, you'll like them."

"Sure." It was at that moment that the moon started to rise, both our heads snapped to the window and basked in its glory...or I did anyway. I rose from the broken bed and stood in the centre of the moonlight, I allowed my wolf to have full control of my body, completely trusting that they will keep me safe and behave. The change happens quick after that, I barely feel it from the protection of my wolfs inner conscious. Screaming breaks through the peace I feel and the wolf snaps their head toward the sound. Remus is the source; he is screaming so loud that we both whimper.

My wolf heads over to Remus and try to offer comfort by rubbing against his side. It doesn't seem to be working and it worries us both deeply. After a long while of screaming it finally stops. In the place of what was once a screaming boy now stands a strong yet angry auburn wolf. My wolf heads over to the wolf and tries to calm him down, obviously the boy doesn't accept Moony. Moony growls low and deep the moment he spots me, not a natural alpha but the alpha of his little pack. In order to not anger the wolf more, we lower our underbelly to the ground and crawl our way over. The growling lowers in intensity but doesn't leave, once we reach the wolf we roll onto our back and roll our head to the side giving access and showing our vulnerable stomach. The growling stops as the wolf lowers his head to smell our stomach then up to our offered neck, after a thorough smell the wolf nuzzles our neck and allows us to stand. We are no longer a threat. It seems once a rejected wolf is calmed it reverts to basic instinct. Interesting. My wolf urges me that we should tire the wolf out with a game of tag, I agree to this and the game begins with a playful nip the front paw of the auburn wolf. The chase is on.

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It's been months since we first met, I've been trying to teach Remus to accept his wolf. We have reached the stage where Remus trusts Moony enough to take over the change. This has helped since Remus won't feel the pain of the change anymore. I've also made friends who accept me at last, I'm now officially a Marauder...in training. Not too good at pranks yet. But I now have a Marauder nickname and name for my wolf, Sassaba. It means the Wolf in Native American. Not too creative but Sassaba loves it. I love all of my friends but I'm closest to Remus, especially lately. I've been feeling a pull toward him lately, Sassaba knows what it means but they won't tell me. Apparently it's up to Remus to tell me. Tonight, is a full moon so me and Remus will be meeting again, sometimes the other Marauders join us but today they have detention. I meet with Remus in the Medical wing and together with Madam Pomfrey we head toward the Shack. The entire time there I can tell Remus is nervous, which is strange because ever since a few months ago he hasn't feared a change since it doesn't hurt anymore. I grow worried the more he looks nervous.

During the few hours before the change Remus is unusually quiet. He doesn't say a single word to me, just continues pacing back and forth in the centre of the room. I'm trying to build up enough courage to ask what's wrong but the look on Remus' face stops me every time. Finally, though, just before we start to change, Remus looks right at me and says "We're mates. We are destined for each other and I love you." Before I could reply, our wolves take over and the change begins. It was quick and painless for both of us and when Sassaba looks on over at Moony it is to see him waiting patiently, staring at him. Sassaba walks on over to Moony and nuzzles his neck before licking his muzzle. Moony gives a happy yip before speeding off into the forest, it happened so fast that even Sassaba was confused as to what was happening. Moments later, Moony returns with a dead forest animal in his jaws and drops it at their paws. Sassaba immediately recognises this as a courting gift, if they eat it they are accepting Moony as their mate, if they don't they are rejecting him. Sassaba talks it over with me to make sure we both agree. After a very brief discussion, Sassaba eats the kill accepting the courtship.

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The next morning, I wake up and notice that Remus is up before me. He doesn't look his cheerful self, which is worrying to both me and Sassaba. We walk on over to Remus who is looking out the shack window. "You ok Remus?" The boy in question jumps at my voice and spins round.

"Oh. (Y/N) you scared the life out of me. I didn't know you were up. Are you well?"

"I am fine. I was just wondering the same about you. You seem awfully down."

"I'm fine." Even Sassaba could tell that Remus wasn't being truthful.

"Is fine werewolf for not fine at all?"

"What? No, why?"

"I'm trying to justify why you would lie to me." When I saw him flinch I realised I could have worded that better. "Sorry, I mean...ugh...I just want to know what's wrong. I don't like it when you're not yourself." He looks into my eyes and I look back seeing nothing but insecurity.

"Sassaba may have chosen Moony, but how on earth will you ever choose me." Remus finally admits sadly. If I was expecting anything it definitely wasn't that. Over the months that I have known Remus, I have never once seen him this self-depreciating. I don't like it; the look doesn't suit him. "I have and always will choose you Remus. You are the most wonderful man I have ever met. You are charming, loyal, brave, kind-hearted, and so sweet you put your favourite chocolate to shame. Why would I ever make the mistake in not choosing you." By the end of my speech Remus looks utterly shocked.

"You really think all that of me?"

"Of course, I do, I wouldn't lie about this."

"So, you accept me then?" he asks, starting to look hopeful.

"Of course, I do. But if you bring me a dead animal whilst we are human, I will kill you." We laugh at this and I decided then and there that Remus should be laughing all the time as that is his best look and I will be the one to put it there.

"It's beautiful." Remus' comment snaps me out of my thoughts and I focus on him completely.

"What is?"

"This feeling. To find your mate and they accept you." I smile at this and get one in return.

"Yeah, it is."

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Engagement Problems (Sherlock x GN!Reader)

John POV

When I imagined Sherlock proposing to his partner, I didn't imagine him hiding out in the kitchen. Which actually leads us onto this situation right now.

"Why are you hiding in here Sherlock, you should be in the living room asking (Y/N) to marry you."

"It's not that simple John. And besides, I'm not hiding. I'm...doing an experiment."

"Oh yeah, what's the experiment? How long you can hide in the kitchen before (Y/N) gets bored and leaves?"

"Of course not, don't be stupid John."

"Then pray tell, what's your experiment?"

"How long I can stay in the kitchen before I get bored and leave."

"Oh, now your being ridiculous Sherlock. You've faced Moriarty, whilst I was strapped to a bomb might I add, and Magnussen. Yet you can't even ask your partner to marry you, I think not. Now get out there."

"Your right. Thanks John." Sherlock then starts heading toward the living area. I'm quite surprised at how...human Sherlock is being about this. I guess (Y/N) is changing him for the good.

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Sherlock POV

I can't believe I'm about to do this. I'm about to ask my partner to marry me. It's funny how, before I met them I would have said that I'm married to my work but now I want to say I'm married to (Y/N)...What have they done to me. They turn towards me and gives me an adorable smile.

"Hey." They greet. "I was beginning to think you were avoiding me."

"Experiment." I say.

"Ah. Of course." They smirk.

"(Y/N), I have something to ask you."

"Is that what you were staying in the kitchen building up your courage for?...Sorry, I mean experimenting." They say with a laugh, I hear a second laugh coming from the kitchen behind me but choose to ignore it.

"Sort of. I just wanted to know if..." I move in front of their chair and bring out a box, I don't believe in the need of being on one knee so refrain from doing so. "If you would marry me?"

"No." I blink…Did they say...no?

"No?!" I hear John shout behind me.

"Exactly, no." They say looking completely sure of their answer. "Anyway, I should get going. My dog is probably getting hungry. Bye Sherlock, bye John." I barely hear them say goodbye. I've not moved since they gave me their answer. John enters my line of sight looking worried.

"They said no?" I ask to make sure.

"I'm afraid so, not that I understand why."

"Maybe they want to break up with me and I just made it awkward by proposing." I say feeling numb.

"Look, I'm sure it's not that. They’re nuts about you. I'm going over to their flat, I'm going to ask what is going on okay? And calm down."

"Sure." I sit down, only then realising my fast breathing. Panicking. I'm panicking. I've got to calm down. I don't even realise John has left already. "I don't understand, my partner tells me everything, so why not tell me why they said no?" I ask myself.

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Reader POV

I just finished feeding my dog when I hear repetitive banging on my door. I head down to the door and look through the peephole. John? What's he doing here? I open the door and usher him inside.

"Why were you out there, it's freezing." I admonish, leading him to the warm living room.

"Why did you say no. He's back at the flat thinking you want to break up with him, he nearly had a panic attack."

"I don't want to break up with him."

"Then marry him."

"I can't!"

"Why not?"

"I don't want to talk about it." I say in a tone that clearly says, 'drop it or I'll slap you'.

"At least go see him then, like I said, he's panicking." I must admit I'm worried about him. I didn't exactly leave in a nice way.

"Alright, Lock up on your way out please."

"Sure."

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Still Reader POV

I head up to the flat after Mrs Hudson let me in and I kindly refuse her offer for tea. I walk into the room and notice Sherlock breathing quite fast in his chair.

"Sherlock!" I rush over to his side, grabbing his attention, and calm his breathing. "Are you ok?"

"I suppose."

"You suppose?"

"Do you want to break up with me?"

"What? No, why does everyone think I want to break up with you?" I don't so stop asking that. Seriously.

"Then why won't you marry me?!" ok, now I'm annoyed.

"Because it's not real! You've done it before! It was all a plan for your stupid case!"

"But it's not this time, it's real. She didn't mean anything to me, you do." He says with so much sincerity that you just can't doubt him...But I do.

"So, if you had to choose the cases or me, you would pick me?"

"..." Silence. That's all I get. I knew it.

"That's what I thought." I can't take this; I have to leave.

"Yes." I heard behind me.

"What?"

"I'd give them up for you." He...really would as well. I can see it in his eyes. He wasn't messing with me.

"Oh Sherlock, Of course I'll marry you." We embrace and he has a big smile on his face. To be honest I've got a huge grin too. Of course, the moment is ruined by Sherlock's phone going off. I peer at the screen and see it's from Lestrade, he's got a new case. I smile. "Go."

"But you said-"

"I know what I said. I don't want you to give up your cases. I just wanted to know that I mean more to you than an interesting case." He smiles tenderly.

"Of course, you do. The cases relieve me of temporary boredom. You keep me entertained just by being in the same room."

"I'm not sure if I should take offence from that."

"Anyway, Case, Come on. The game is on." He shouts before slipping the ring on my finger.

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Extended Ending

(Crime Scene)

"Is that a ring on your finger?" Lestrade asks me as soon as he sees me whilst John and Sherlock head over to the body.

"Yep. Sherlock proposed."

"Finally. You have to tell me how he did it. Was the ring in his favourite skull instead of a box, or was it on a finger already?"

"I know he does weird experiments but if my ring was ever on somebody else’s finger then there will be hell to pay.

#sherlock #sherlock holmes #sherlock x reader #sherlock holmes x reader #gn reader #gn!reader #proposal #john Watson #greg Lestrade #crimescene

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The One (John Watson x GN!Reader)

A/N:   This is set after John finds out about Mary, but John and Mary agree that it isn't going to work. I love Mary and John together but I wanted to do a John x Reader. 

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You and John have been dating for a while, 2 months to be exact. He keeps telling you of his adventures with Sherlock which you always enjoyed. He hadn't however, let you meet him. You have met his ex-wife Mary and their child though; you expected some hostility from Mary but surprisingly received none. You and Mary were close friends now, you also help out with their daughter whenever you can, but that’s another story. Back to the matter at hand, John has just said something you didn't expect.

"What?"

"I said...*cough*...I want you to meet...Sherlock" He mumbled, his eyes giving away his worry.

"Sherlock? Sherlock Sherlock? As in, the highly functioning sociopath Sherlock?"

"Yes."

"...Okay. When?"

"In an hour."

"An Hour? You’re only telling me this now?" Why didn't he tell me this earlier?”

"I didn't want to give you time to refuse...or talk me out of it." He smiles nervously.

"No, no...Let's go."

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The taxi ride was unnaturally silent. It's like I'm hyper-aware of every little thing. I think anyone in this situation would be getting more and more anxious, getting closer to meeting the infamous Sherlock. Not me. No, I'm actually getting more excited the closer we get to 221B Baker Street. You wanted to meet the man that could tell everything and anything about a person just from looking at them. It sounded so fascinating to you.

You've finally arrived. You and John pay the driver and turn towards the door, with its slightly wonky sign. As you entered and headed upstairs, John grabbed your hand and gave a firm squeeze, then entered the room first. After a while you followed after. The first thing you saw was a tall man with a head of black curls standing by the window. You decided to scan the room, noticing papers scattered on the coffee table, probably cases, then...wait...Is that a human skull?

"Sherlock, this is (Y/N). My partner." You were distracted from the skull by John's voice and turned towards the tall man, who you now have confirmed to be Sherlock. He was just staring at you; he must be deducing you or something.

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Sherlock POV

No matter how long I look at this (Y/N), I can't see anything. Nothing. I can't seem to deduce them. As much as I'm loath to admit, that is quite impressive. I just nod to them to prove that I have acknowledged them.

"How about I make some tea, I'm sure you and John have lots to catch up on, Sherlock." (Y/N) suggests with a warm smile. Not that smiles can be warm, it's just that’s how their smiles make you feel. Hmmm, quite unusual.

"No sugar and milky, right John?"

"Of course, thanks (Y/N)"

"Black, two sugars Sherlock?"

"Um, yes. Thank you. How did you-"

"Know? John told me; I have my tea the same way." (sorry if you don't)

As (Y/N) is trying to find things in the kitchen, I look towards John and see that he is watching their movements with an amused smile yet an adoring look in his eyes. He must really like them.

"So how long have you and (Y/N) been together then?"

"About two months now"

"Such a long time for me to not have met them."

"Well, you usually scare them off or cause them to become jealous." He states with a laugh. To which I reply with a smirk.

"Why the sudden change then? Why meet up now?"

"Because I know they aren’t the jealous type, and I'm partially sure you won't scare them off."

"Only partially?"

"Well, you never know with you." He laughs again and this time I join him. (Y/N) comes back with the drinks, and surprisingly makes no comment about the brain I have stored in the fridge next to the milk. They sit on the arm of Johns chair, leaning on his shoulder, mindful of the wound he has there. The talk continues but with a new topic and I barely listen, more focused on how John and (Y/N) are interacting with each other.

Before I realise, a few hours have gone by. I actually enjoyed the conversation that I had with John and (Y/N). They are quite intelligent, not on my standards but more than John's. Not on par with me but, as Mycroft would say, not a goldfish either. I follow them towards the stairs and grab (Y/N)'s arm before they could descend. I then turn towards John and extend my hand. When he hesitantly grabs it I shake his hand.

"Congratulations." I say, and I mean it. "They’re the one."

#sherlock #sherlock holmes #sherlock x reader #john x reader #gn reader #gn!reader #john Watson #john watson x reader

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You Idiot! (Young!Remus x GN!Reader)

A/N:   So, this is a sort of prequel to 'Took You Long Enough'.

This is set in the third year of the marauder era, so

no one is an animagi yet. I looked up what the diver

symbolises and I have changed the 'lover' description

to 'someone close to you'. 

Took You Long Enough

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Reader POV

I hate divination. It's so pointless. I mean who would want to spoil their own or someone else's future by practically telling them what happens. UGH! Half the stuff that people 'predict' don't even come true.

"What do you see Young Malfoy?"

"Huh?" Yes, well done me. You just proved to the whole class you excellent range of vocabulary.

"In your teacup, what do you see."

"Oh...um..." Why does the stupid professor choose me out of everyone? "I suppose I can see someone diving?"

"Here let me see" The professor says whilst gesturing for me to show the cup. I hand over my teacup and the professor nods. "Yes, well done. There is a Diver in your teacup. Can anyone tell me what a Diver symbolises?" The professor asks the class. A know-it-all Ravenclaw sticks their hand up.

"I can professor." They open their divination book. "It says in here that a Diver symbolises 'A great and unexpected piece of news which will lead to a fortunate discovery, it also reveals deception from someone close to you.' ooh someone is lying to you Malfoy" They reply with a snicker.

I immediately settle a glare on Sirius. "What do you have planned now Siri, some prank no doubt" He looks affronted.

"Why do you assume it's me when they mention deception. I swear (Y/N), for once, it isn't me." Even though he has lied in situations like this before, I know he is telling the truth. It's in his eyes. But then, who is lying to me. Probably no one since divination is a load of crap. All of a sudden there was a load bang behind the Professor. I look toward them and see them covered in purple paint. Sirius bursts out laughing "Haha, shouldn't your stupid tea leaves have warned you about that professor. Haha that was a good one, right (Y/N)?" He laughs hysterically whilst looking at me.

"You have something to do with this Young Malfoy? Why am I not surprised?"

"No, I swear. I had no ide-"

"Enough! You and Mr Black have detention for the remainder of this week-" I suppose it can't any worse. "-With Argus Filch. Class Dismissed." I turn a viscous glare to Sirius.

"What? How was I supposed to know he would blame you for this too?” I suppose he's right there but I'm still angry he got me detention with Filch.

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Remus POV

Classes are over now and I'm waiting with James and Peter in the Common room for Sirius and (Y/N). When they walk in Sirius looks guilty and (Y/N) looks angry. "What did you do now Sirius? Why is (Y/N) angry with you?"

"Because Remus. Sirius decided to pull a prank on the Divination's Professor and get the blame on me too so now we both have detention with Filch." They state angrily. Ouch. Not with Filch. I can see James and Peter grimace from beside me. They probably had the same thoughts as me.

"Don't worry (Y/N), It can't be that bad." James says trying to lighten the mood.

"Oh yeah? Did I forget to mention it's detention for the rest of the week." we both grimace again. So, it is bad.

"It will be alright (Y/N), you'll see." I state smiling, they are going to love what I have planned.

"Yeah, sure. Let's just get this over with Sirius." They mutter angrily whilst marching out of the common room, Sirius following behind like a dog with its tail between its legs. James looks at me weirdly for a second. "What do you have planned Remus?"

"Oh, just a little surprise for Sirius, is all."

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Still Remus POV

It's time for (Y/N) and Sirius' detention to finish. I spent all this time asking what Sirius had done to get the detention, then the rest of the time setting up my surprise for Sirius. The door opens and out walks Filch then (Y/N). Filch marches away, glad to have been done with them and I make my way over to (Y/N). "Where's Siri?"

"Finishing cleaning, he'll be out in a minute. What are you doing here?"

"You'll see, and might I just say...You'll love me for it." At least I can dream.

"O..Kay?" Just then the door opens again and Sirius walks out. I then use wand without them seeing and then Sirius is drenched in Yellow and Black paint. "UGH!...What they hell!"

"Okay...haha...I...believe you...Remus haha...when you said...love you for it haha." (Y/N) barely gets out around their laughter. Seeing them laugh so hard and Sirius covered in paint causes me to laugh too.

"What the hell Remus?" Sirius shouts at me.

"I figured you should act a bit more Hufflepuff and tell the Divination Professor that (Y/N) had nothing to do with your prank. So, I thought I would get you started by giving you a total colour make-over." I reply still laughing slightly.

"As much as I hate being covered in paint...you’re right. I'll tell him tomorrow, promise."

"You better! and thanks Remus." (Y/N) says smiling.

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Next Day Reader POV

I can't believe that Sirius actually got me off the detention. Well, I guess I have Remus to thank for that. God that was so funny, Sirius still has some yellow paint stuck in that god forsaken birds nest he calls hair. Speaking of thanking Remus, why is he in the common room all alone. "Hey Remus, what are you doing here alone?" I say whilst watching him jump.

"Hey (Y/N) didn't see you there. I guess I kinda got lost in thought and didn't realise everyone had left."

"And Sirius, James and Peter just left you down here. Those ungrateful sons of witches." How dare they!

"It's alright, I appreciated the time to think." He smiles, God I love that smile. Remus is always so thoughtful to others. Even yesterday, he pranked Sirius just because he had got me detention.

"Would you mind some company?" I ask.

"I would appreciate it, thanks." He replies, still with that smile.

"I just wanted to thank you for what you did for me yesterday. If it wasn't for you I would still have detention."

"So, you don't have it anymore?"

"Nope, Professor let me off once Sirius explained it was all him."

"That's good." We sit there in comfortable silence for a while until I notice he is starting to look sad and withdrawn.

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Remus POV

I'm glad they don't have detention anymore. I hate it when they are angry or sad for that matter. They are such a rare, beautiful, carefree person that I don't want them to ever be upset. It is wrong when they are upset. *sigh* I shouldn't even be thinking this. They are an amazing person that I love so much and what am I?...A monster. That's what. They would never even give me the time of day if they knew. I'm probably putting them in danger right now just being their friend. No. I have to tell them, then maybe they will leave me alone. It would kill me...but they would be safe.

"Remus?" I'm brought out of my thoughts by his wondrous voice. "Are you ok?"

"I have something I have to tell you...You’re probably not going to like it."

"Remus...You’re worrying me."

"(Y/N)...I'm....I'm a monster....A hideous beast. I'm a werewolf." I say not looking at them anymore.

"What?" They say so quietly that if I wasn't a werewolf I wouldn't have heard it. Although, If I wasn't a werewolf we wouldn't be having this conversation.

"I know you probably hate me right now, and you want nothing more than to see me dead. That's totally fine, I would too If I were you an-"

"You Idiot!" I was started by their interruption.

"Huh?"

"How dare you!" I knew it, but still hearing them hate me is still painful.

"How dare you assume that I would hate you!" I kno-...wait...what?

"What?"

"I don't hate you. You’re my best friend, I don't care if you’re a werewolf. And If I hear you call yourself a monster or a hideous beast again I will hit you so hard that your head will still be ringing a year later. You are none of those things Remus." They state fiercely. With the look in those (E/C) eyes, I can tell they believe everything they said and I shouldn't even think about arguing with them.

"You don't hate me?" I have to be sure. I don't want this to be some cruel trick.

"Of course, I don't. You’re never going to get rid of me Remus, we are stuck together. Marauders forever remember?"

"Yeah...I could have sworn you were going to hate me though. Don't tell the others though. I want to do it, eventually."

"Sure, but why not now."

"They will probably hate me."

"I repeat my earlier words Remus, 'You Idiot!" They say with a laugh. I soon join in.

#harry potter #harry potter x reader #gn reader #gn!reader #remus lupin #remus x reader #remus lupin x reader #hp #hp marauders #marauders #marauders x reader #hogwarts

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That's Why I Hate Halloween (Crowley x GN!Reader)

A/N: This was a contest entry on deviantart. Just to help you understand a bit of the story, Gabriel is alive and Crowley doesn't appear in the story until the end. You are also Gabriel's twin. 

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"Come on boys, I've got us a case." (Y/N) says as they walk into the bunker. Castiel is God knows where, so it was just them and the Winchesters.

"How do we know that what you have is even a case?" Dean asks cockily. 'Honestly, just because I'm an angel doesn't mean I don't understand the difference between a case and a normal death' (Y/N) thought.

"Well...hmmm...let me see. Maybe because the vic's heads were ripped off and were described as mauled."

"Well, there you go mauled, not a case just a normal dea-" Dean starts.

"On the 12th floor of a hotel." (Y/N) finishes, smirking.

"Yeah, that sounds like a case to me, let's check it out." Sam says to which Dean eagerly agrees.

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The Winchesters and (Y/N) walk into the room of the murder, the stank of death hitting them immediately. They headed toward the policeman on duty, flashing their fake FBI badges. "Hello Officer, my name is Agent Young, this is my partner Agent Scott and our Rookie Agent Evans." Dean starts pointing to each, (Y/N) looking put out at being called a rookie.

"It's a pleasure to be working with you Agents, I'm Deputy Rudd. I'm really glad you’re here actually, I can't make heads or tails of this one." Rudd replied.

"This is the third one this week?" (Y/N) asked.

"Third one in the past three days unfortunately." We walked over to the body covered on the floor. Lifting the covering we could see that the head had been ripped completely off and the body's gender was almost unrecognisable. "Who was she?"

"Miss Lara Fry, 26 years old." With that the Deputy left to speak to the other officers.

"Seen anything odd?" Dean asks Sam who was observing the body. “It looks like an animal attack since the marks around, what is left of the neck are made by teeth, probably canine."

"Meaning Werewolf or Hell Hound right?" (Y/N) asked.

"Seems the most likely. You two should check out the families, see if anyone has gotten lucky in the last ten years. I'll go to the library, see what I can find out about what they were up to in the last few days." Sam ordered. It was a good plan and the best one they had so they all agreed and set off to their allocated jobs.

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In the Fry Residence

"We are truly sorry for your loss Mrs. Fry." (Y/N) says soothingly. Mrs. Fry just smiles sadly in response. "Miss, please. I'm not a Mrs anymore, we have finally decided to go through with our divorce."

"Divorce?" Dean asks suddenly interested.

"Yeah, we were going to divorce when our baby girl was sixteen but decided to stay together for her. I'm...not entirely sure why though, we were at each other’s throats most of the time."

"I see, was the decision a spur of the moment or had you had a discussion about it?" (Y/N) asked, finally understanding Dean's interest in the matter.

"It was all so sudden actually, we were arguing one minute, then deciding to have another go for Lara's sake the next."

"Right. Thank you for your time Miss...."

"Constantine."

"Miss. Constantine. If you think of anything else, just give us a call." Dean says whilst handing her a card.

"Of course, Agents." With that they both left the house. (Y/N) decided to be the one to call Sam and tell him of the news they had found. "Anything?" Sam’s voice rings through the speaker.

"You'll never guess whose parents decided to magically stick together ten years ago."

"Lara's?"

"The one and only. So definitely Hell Hound. You find anything?"

"Yeah, a family of two...uh...The Oswald's. The mother's daughter survived stage four cancer and is still fit and healthy to this day."

"How long?"

"Ten years today." (Y/N) looks towards Dean and mouths 'Hunting Tonight'. "I've got a really bad feeling about this guys, something's not right."

"Stop being a wuss (Y/N)"

"Shut it Dean....We're on our way Sam."

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They followed Ms. Oswald all day and when night fell she went out back towards the barn. The boys and (Y/N) followed closely behind. When they were heading towards the barn, they lost sight of the woman they were tailing. "Where'd she go?" (Y/N) whispered. Suddenly, they each froze as they heard growling coming from behind them. Turning they saw nothing was there but the growling was getting closer. "I told you something was wrong."

"Hell Hound." Sam unnecessarily confirmed.

"RUN!" Dean shouted. They headed towards the barn, Sam ahead of the others as he was the fastest. When they reached the barn they closed the door and blocked it behind them.

It all becomes too much for (Y/N), the loud growling. The fear of death. They put their head into their hands and started to cry. Sam and Dean looked at them, no idea how to get out of the situation. The Angels were grounded, they couldn't fly out. They had promised Cas, they would look out for and protect them and now look. They have gotten another person in a deadly situation. They both approached them, Sam sitting next to them and wrapping his arm comfortingly around their shaking shoulders. Dean kneeling in front of their. Both apologising for getting them into this mess, arguing with each other over whose fault it was, then apologising some more.

(Y/N) started shaking more. This time however, for a different reason. Laughing. They were laughing. They lifted their head to show no tears on their face and that they were full of laughter. The boys looked at them thoroughly confused. (Y/N) then gets up, walking toward the barn door. Before Sam or Dean could protest or stop them, they were already speaking. "Skylar! Down girl!" The Hell Hounds growling ceased immediately. "Good girl, go home now, good Skylar!" The only sound was of the Hell Hound leaving the barn and heading away. Sam and Dean were staring at (Y/N) astonished. "Wha...?" Suddenly the door opens up revealing one smirking Crowley and a certain someone’s twin angel, who couldn't control his laughing anymore. "Happy Halloween Boys!" (Y/N) says towards the very confused brothers.

"Wait...you?...the hound...but what about the case?" Sam asked once he figured out which question he wanted answered first.

"Was never real! Talk about a great Halloween prank, recommend picking treat next time boys" Gabriel replied, looking altogether way to smug for the brother's liking. Crowley walks toward (Y/N) wrapping his arms around their waist. "That was perfect love." He says smirking, his smirk then softening into a smile as he looks into their eyes, "I love you, my Light." You had only just managed an 'I love you' back to Crowley before Dean ruined the moment by shouting "You planned this" Pointing very rudely at (Y/N).

"Yep!" was the chipper reply.

"And that, is why I hate Halloween." Dean mumbles sulkily.

#supernatural #supernatural x reader #crowley #king of hell #crowley x reader #gn reader #gn!reader #crowley x gn!reader #king of hell x reader #gabriel #GabrielTwin!reader #dean Winchester #sam Winchester #skylar the hellhound #skylar is a good girl! #halloween prank #trickortreat #trick or treat #trick or trick #reader is co-ruler of hell #angel!reader #ruler of hell

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Baby It's Cold Outside (Jack Frost x GN!Reader)

A/N:   This is set two years after the movie ended. 

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It is getting closer and closer to Christmas and everyone in Burgess was really looking forward to the holiday. Especially one sixteen year old (H/C) haired teen, (Y/N). They have always loved winter and, being the babysitter of Jamie and Sophie Bennett, believes in things they probably would have outgrown if it wasn't for them. For example, they believe in Jamie's friend, Jack Frost. Only because no-one, not even Jamie, can describe someone in such detail without them being real. They have always wanted to meet him, so every time it gets closer and closer to Christmas, they open their window and sings carols, hoping that he can hear them.

(Y/N) opens their bedroom window and leans halfway out, admiring the stars and the moon. Breathing in the crisp air, they ready themselves, hoping that maybe this year, he will hear them. "I really can't stay~" they pause...nothing.

"I've got to go away~" still nothing. (Y/N) closes their eyes and decides to just go for it.

"This evening has been, So very nice.

My mother will start to worry, Father will be pacing the floor.

So really I better scurry, maybe just a half a drink more~..." (Y/N) starts getting into the song, no longer focusing on anything but the song.

"The neighbours might think...Say, what's in this drink?

I wish I knew how, to break this spell.

I ought to say no, no, no.

At least I'm gonna say that I tried.

I really can't stay~"

"Baby, it’s cold outside~" (Y/N)'s eyes fly open at the other voice joining in with them. They blink, uncomprehending what they are seeing. A...boy? A floating boy right in front of them... A floating boy right in front of them with white hair and a mischievous smile. "Hey, you gonna stare at me all night or introduce yourself?" The boy says laughing. Snapping out of their daze they reply "(Y/N)".

"Huh?" he looks at them shocked, laughter died down.

"My name, It's (Y/N)"

"Wait...You can see me?" the boy looked exited.

"And hear you...Who are you and how are you doing that?" He seems more confused now.

"Jack Frost...and doing what?"

"Oh! No way Jack Frost!" they look at him for confirmation when he nods they continue.

"Well that explains how you are floating outside my window. Wait, what are you doing here?"

"I heard you singing." Now it was (Y/N)'s turn to look confused.

"You heard me singing? I didn't think you were even listening."

"Are you kidding?! I've been listening since you started two years ago, it's the highlight of my Christmas." Jack says looking all kinds of sincere and adorable. Then his signature smirk appears, "Wanna invite me in? cause 'baby, it's cold outside'" he says laughing.

"I bet you don't even feel the cold." They reply smartly, blushing and allowing him in non-the-less.

"True, but I wanted to spend some time with you this Christmas, after all, you always sing to me." He says with a smile, not a mischievous one but a smile that shows them how honest he is being. "Alright, how about we watch Frozen?"

"What's it about?"

"It's about a princess that has icy powers-"

"Awesome, lets watch it!" he interrupts, causing (Y/N) to laugh.

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Halfway through the film and Anna has just found the castle of ice, Jack feels a weight on his shoulder. He looks down to see (Y/N) has fallen asleep and their head fell on his shoulder. Smiling at the sight, he loves how adorable they look. "You have no idea how adorable you are do you?...Plus singing to me every Christmas for the past two years...I love you; you know?...you probably don't...but I do hope there is room in your heart for me because...baby...It's cold outside."

#rise of the guardians #rotg #jack frost #reader insert #gn reader #gn!reader #jack x reader #jack frost x reader #guardians x reader #rotg x reader #jack x gn!reader #jack frost x gn!reader

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My Partner Tells Me Everything (Sherlock x GN!Reader)

(Y/N) was in a café with their long-time friend John Watson. They had bumped into each other in town and had decided to catch up. They had met him on a medical course in university. They now sometimes help both him and Sherlock on their cases. "So how is baby Sherlock doing?" They ask.

"For the thousandth time (Y/N), Sherlock is not a girl's name." John sighed, having heard this so many times.

"Of course, it is!" (Y/N) replied sarcastically.

"Why do you keep calling her baby Sherlock?"

"Because it annoys you John." They reply in tone that says 'It's obvious'

"..." John decided against answering whilst giving a half-hearted glare in (Y/N)'s direction. They were used to this as this was their usual banter. "So, what are you doing in this area?" John asked instead.

"I was visiting someone"

"I'm not keeping you, am I?" He asks worried.

"No, no. You’re fine, I had time. Although he will be wondering where I am," They replied whilst chuckling "I should probably be on my way."

"Of course," John stands up along with you to say goodbye.

"Thank you for the coffee John, I enjoyed catching up with you."

"You too, it was great seeing you again."

"Say hello to Mary and baby Sherlock for me please" (Y/N) asks cheerfully.

John just sighs "I will (Y/N)."

A few minutes after (Y/N) had left and John had returned to his seat and tea, he receives a text message.

Got a case, come to the flat if convenient. SH

John sighed and put the phone away. He sat there for another five minutes finishing his tea when his phone vibrated again.

If convenient, come immediately. SH

John sighed again, paid for his tea then left the cafe to catch a cab to baker street.

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It took 5 minutes for a cab to arrive and then an extra 15 minutes to get to the flat but eventually John made it. He used his old key that Sherlock insisted that he keep and entered the flat. When he walked into the living room Sherlock was over near the window, he took one look at John and asked, "Enjoy your lunch date with (Y/N)?"

John was caught off guard by the unexpected question but then composed himself. "How did you know?" he asked. However, before Sherlock could answer John spoke again. "No actually, let me guess. The creases in my jumper? No wait, how my trousers look? No, I've got it. The tea stain on my collar." John decided.

Just then the door behind John opened and in walked (Y/N), towel drying their damp hair. (You are clothed). They then look up and noticing John says, "Hello again John."

John then turned to look at Sherlock and he finally answers. "No. My partner tells me everything." (Y/N) then walks over to Sherlock and they share a chaste yet loving kiss. Completely oblivious to John's gaping, surprised face.

#sherlock #sherlock holmes #sherlock x reader #gn reader #gn!reader #sherlock holmes x reader #bbc sherlock #john watson

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Took You Long Enough (Remus x GN!Reader)

A/N:   So in this fic, Reader is Lucius Malfoy's sibling but you are not a death eater, you are part of the order.

Reader was a marauder so you will be referred to as your nickname.

Also Sirius is alive. Don't have the heart to keep him dead.

Also Emery means brave and powerful as a lion (it’s English in origins), since that is your animagus. 

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Let’s begin....

12 Grimmauld place was shrouded in a tense atmosphere as Harry found out the person who has been helping the order from the shadows is in fact (Y/N) Malfoy. Sirius and Remus were tense in posture, waiting to leap to (Y/N)'s defence if they needed it. Harry, however, did something unexpected of him...he sat down, stared at them, and said "explain."

Remus started off the explanation, "They were one of our closest friends in school Harry. They are a Marauder just like us."

Sirius jumps in next, "They are fiercely protective of us and fiercely loyal. They’re just like me, disowned from our horrible families."

(Y/N) finished the speech off by saying, "I know you have problems with the Malfoy family and you probably won't accept me but I will still protect you, even then. As we promised James that we would if anything happened to him and Lily."

Harry stared long and hard at (Y/N) to the point that Sirius and Remus were rigid. Then he saw the truth in their (E/C) eyes, walked up to them and gripped them tight in a welcoming hug. "I believe you....Emery."

"How do you know that name?" (Y/N) breathed, relieved yet shocked at hearing the endearing name.

"It was on the map...Messrs. Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot, Prongs, & Mx. Leonidas."

"Haha, so that's how you sneak around Hogwarts after curfew. I should have known, just like your father." (Y/N) praises.

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After many stories being told to Harry of the many adventures of the Marauders time in school, (Y/N) excused themselves and moved outside in the back garden to get some fresh air. The remaining people watching them go. "How close was (Y/N) to my parents?" Harry asked, turning to face Sirius and Remus. "They were made one of your Godparents if that's what you’re asking?" Sirius replied.

"My Godparent?"

"Of course, did you really think Lily would trust Sirius to be Godfather without having some back up." Remus replied heartily, covering a snicker when Sirius threw him a dirty look.

"So (Y/N) and Sirius weren't together?"

"Are you kidding, (Y/N) and the notorious man-whore? Together? Nope, never happened." Remus admitted to which Sirius looked affronted.

"Man-whore?! How dare you! I just had a lot of love to go around is all. Besides, you were the one with the massive crush on them. Still do actually."

"Wha-What? I do not have a crush!"

"Yes you do."

"No, I don't."

"Yes you do!"

"No, I-"

"Maybe you should just tell them Moony. After all, it’s obvious you do like them." Harry interrupted the playful argument.

"Pup's got a point Moony. Go. Go tell them, what's the worst that could happen?"

"Laugh in my face." Remus replied moodily.

"You know they would never do that because they’re not like that. Just go and tell them."

"Fine." Remus finally relents and raises from his seat in the living room to head to the back garden.

"Do you think he will notice that they love him too?" Harry asks.

"Yes, if he doesn't bottle it and cowers out like a chicken." Laughs Sirius.

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Five Minutes. Five minutes Remus has been stood in the back doorway just watching (Y/N) in the light of the half-moon. They were the only person he admitted to being a werewolf to. The others just figured it out. But they... (Y/N) he wanted to save from himself. How stupid he was to think that they would ever run away from or fear him. They are beautiful inside and out. Their pale blonde hair streaked with (H/C) (If you are blonde then favourite colour). Their big (E/C) eyes that sparkle in the moonlight. They are stunning, how could they ever love a monster like him. "Stop it!" Surprised Remus looked up. He hadn't even realised he looked away, to find the object of his affection right in front of him with an angry expression on their face. "What?" He replied dumbfounded.

"Do you really think after all these years that I don't know when you are thinking self-loathing thoughts! That you’re thinking you are a monster when you’re not!" (Y/N) shouted at Remus, tears in their eyes.

"Hey, why are you crying?" Remus asked soothingly, bringing them into an embrace.

"I just want you to realise that you’re not a monster. You are a smart, kind gentleman. Why can't you see the good in you that I do."

"Maybe...you can show me the good in me that you so obviously see..."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean...I love you (Y/N)" Remus hesitantly admits, to which you smirk.

"Took you long enough."

"What?"

"Remus, I fell in love with you when we were in third year and you pranked Sirius after he got me detention."

"Then I should prank Sirius more often..."

"Haha, no. Maybe WE should" "I Love you" you say together.

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