A Few Notes.

Cress Oneshot - Smarts of Reader-Chan

Requested?: No

Prompt: None

Type of oneshot: Fluff

Reader's Relations: Friends with the triplets

Reader's Home Region: Unova (You live in Striaton City btw)

Warnings: None

Other notes: For the purpose of this, you have a Pichu (was gonna be Blitzle cause gen 5, but doesn't work for my idea) and a Tepig as your starter (the rest you can decide on yourself) also cause the anime is dumb, for this oneshot, Panpour knows dig (cause for some stupid reason, Pansear and Pansage know dig, but Panpour doesn't…..grrrrrrr - I ranted to a friend about this for a while)

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"We can do this Tepig."

"Te…" Tepig replied looking up at me. I smiled down, "Don't worry, you don't have to battle Panpour. I have my secret weapon remember?"

"Tepig!"

I took a deep breath and opened the door to the restaurant, which was actually the Striaton Gym. I was immediately knocked over by a flash of red hair, "(Y/n)! I missed you!"

I giggled, "Hello to you too, Chili."

"So… what brings you by today?" he asked, getting off me and allowing me to stand up and Tepig jumped into my arms. I rolled my eyes and looked at Tepig, then looked at Chili, and then back to Tepig... And you get the idea. After two minutes of looking back and forth between Tepig and Chili, the latter continued to give me a blank stare. I just facepalmed, "Are you dense? I'm here for a gym battle."

And that set off a spark in his brain before he smirked, "I see…. And you picked Tepig on purpbecauseause you get to battle Cress… A,ww you love him!"

"SHUT IT! I DO NOT! I just picked Tepig because I wanted Tepig, that's all. If I got to choose, I'd battle you, then maybe I could knock some sense into you!"

"Hey!"

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"Panpour, come help out!" Cress shouted. I took a deep breath and took out a Pokéball from my bag, placing Tepig down beside Cilan, much to the disappointment of the small fire-type Chili was reffing the match.

I stood on the small pedestal for the challenger and threw the Pokéball in the air, "Pichu! I choose you!"

I saw the colour drain from Cress' face but he soon regained composure, calling out for Panpour to use Dig. I just smirked, not giving Pichu a command, which confused everyone that was near the battlefield.

"You do realise you're supposed to dodge, right? Ground-type moves are super effective against electric types!"

I smirked and turned to Cress, "Speak for yourself, look at Panpour." Cress looked to the water-type monkey, who was struggling to move, electrical sparks coming off him, "Pan…"

"Huh?!"

My smirk grew, "Pichu's ability is Static, if an opposing Pokémon makes contact with her then there's a chance that Pichu's opponent will become paralysed." With the silence that followed, I let out a small chuckle, "Pichu time to wrap this up, use Thunderbolt!"

"Pi-Chu!"

A direct hit… even though Cress had tried to get Panpour to dodge, the water monkey was unable to move due to the paralysis.

"Panpour is unable to battle, Pichu is the winner! And that means the victory goes to (Y/n), the challenger!"

I smiled and picked Pichu up, "Well done, girl."

"Pi!" Instead of walking over to Cress, to get the badge, as other challengers had done in battles that I'd watched, I walked back to my bag and took out a Paralyse Heal, then walked up to Cress, "Here, for Panpour."

He gave me a quizzical look, and I rolled my eyes, "It's a Paralyse Heal, it will cure the Paralysis." He gave me a smile and thanked me, taking it and using it on Panpour as well as a potion to heal him.

"Here's your badge, (Y/n). Well done."

I returned the smile and took the badge, placing it carefully in my badge case, "Thank you. You battled well too. If Panpour wasn't a water-type, I probably would have been in a sticky situation because ground-type moves are super effective against electric types. A-anyway I should really get going… My mum said I had to come back the minute the battle was over and tell her all about it so…" I turned around quickly, trying to hide the blush on my face from the close contact with Cress and went to walk off, but I felt a hand grab my wrist, "(Y/n) wait… I-I need to tell you something."

I turned around to be met with a slightly pink-faced Cress and nodded, "Sure, what is it?"

"Uhh, well.. I guess… what I'm trying to say is.." before he could say anything else, I saw Chili behind him give him a push and I felt myself be pushed from behind too, causing me to fall into Cress, the two of us landing on the floor of the room with the battlefield. My face turned bright red as I scrambled to get up, "I'm so sorry! I must have tripped over my own feet. I-" I was cut off when I felt Cress place a hand on the back of my neck and kiss me. My eyes widened and I wasted no time kissing him back.

"I-I love you."

"I love you too, (Y/n), that's what I was trying to tell you before those two got involved. I am perfectly capable of confessing without your help!" The last sentence was directed at Cilan and Chili who were standing not far off, smirks on their faces.

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Just some Cressy Fluff for you….but next will be another Cilan oneshot

A Birthday Surprise - Ciel x Reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

YOUR POV

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

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

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

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

"My Lady?"

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

"Are you sure? You seem exasperated."

"Yeah, I'm fine."

"If you say so, My Lady."

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

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

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

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

YOUR POV

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

"Why would that be, Young Master?"

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

"I'm sorry Young Master."

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

(Just imagine it's pink)

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

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

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"(Y/n)! Happy birthday!"

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

"Your present!"

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

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

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

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

"It's Lord Phantomhive, My Lady."

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

"Paula."

"Yes, Lady Elizabeth?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Of course, you can, Ciel."

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

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

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

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

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

"What?"

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

"May I kiss you?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I want to talk to you."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Can I talk to you please?"

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

"I love you too, Ciel."

John Laurens Oneshot - Strangers to Lovers

Requested?: No

Prompt: “Take my seat.”

Type of oneshot: Fluff

Timing: Modern AU

Reader's Relations: None

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

Other notes: None?

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

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

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

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

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

“Thank you. Turtles are just the best!”

I let out a giggle, “I agree.”

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

“Oh, I’m (Y/n). What about you?”

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

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

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

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

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“John, what’s got you so distracted?”

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

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

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

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

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

“Tell her and I won’t.”

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

“On one condition; I’m driving.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Random Cilan Oneshot

Requested?: No

Prompt: None

Type of oneshot: Fluff

Reader's Relations: None

Reader's Home Region: Not Applicable

Warnings: None

Other notes: This is like College AU btw

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I sighed to myself sitting on my bed in my down room bored out of my mind. That was until the door opened, "So, uhh, (Y/n)... I'm going to be out for probably a while, don't worry about locking me out I have my dorm key so I can get back in when I come back."

I rolled my eyes, "Yeah yeah, you go do you, Hannah. Normally I don't ask with these situations, but would you be going to see Clemont by any chance?"

Immediately her face went red, "HEY!"

I just chuckled, "I'm right. I know it, you love him don't cha?"

"Oh shut up! Like you're totally not in love with that green-haired triplet!"

"OH FUCK OFF already, Hannah! I do NOT like him like that!"

She just raised an eyebrow at me, giving me a look that said, "Really?" and I just looked down at my Oshawatt, giving her a signal. Soon, Hannah's face was soaking wet due to Aqua Jet. I gave a small smirk at her annoyed face, "(Y/N)! You little-"

"Just go on your date Hannah. I'll be here when you get back."

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I smirked to myself as I knocked on the door of the triplets' dorm room. I waited for a minute before the door was opened by Cress, "Oh, hello (Y/n). What can I do for you?"

"I-Is Cilan here? I-I want to talk to him about something," I asked looking down at the floor and biting my lip. Cress knew of my crush on Cilan and without even seeing his face, I could tell he was in that phase of '(Y/n), I know what you want to say just from the way you're acting'.

Before Cress could reply however, there was another voice, "You can do it, just tell the girl of your dreams how beautiful you think she is and how much you want her to be your girlfriend! You can do this Cilan just walk up to-Oh hi, (Y/n)." My head shot up and without saying anything I turned around and ran off back to the dorm I shared with Hannah.

CILAN'S POV

"Do you know what that was about?" I asked Cress who had just shut the door. He just shook his head, "She said she wanted to talk to you about something, but why would she run off after seeing you in that case?"

"I don't know, that's why I'm asking you, Cress!"

"I know why."

I turned to Chili who was lying on his back on his bed, head dangling over the edge of the bed, his phone in his hand.

"Really? Why then? Also I wouldn't do that, all the blood will rush to your head."

"One, you're not my mum, two, I can't tell you."

"Tell me. (Y/n) is my friend, Chili, I want to make sure she's alright," I responded through gritted teeth, resisting the urge to strangle him. I then noticed Chili and Cress share a nervous look, "Okay you two know something I don't. Tell me now."

"We can't, Cilan. It's not our place, even if it will make you happy, we were told never to tell you or we'd be 'fried beyond all recognition' is how I think she put it," Cress spoke placing a hand on my shoulder.

"Fine," I replied, shrugging his hand off my shoulder, "You won't tell me, I'll go and ask (Y/n) myself what's up," I continued before walking out the dorm room, and towards (Y/n)'s. When I got to the door I heard sobbing from the inside and a voice I recognised to be Hannah's, "(Y/n), don't say that. I'm sure it's you he was talking about."

------------------------YOUR POV - AFTER YOU RAN OFF

Once I got back I flopped onto my bed and sobbed my eyes out, putting on a playlist on my phone, after a few minutes, I heard the door open and I tried to act as if I hadn't just been crying.

"(Y/n), why are you crying?"

"H-Hannah why are you back so quickly?!" I responded, wiping my eyes.

"That is irrelevant right now. Why are you crying?!" she responded, sitting on my bed and pulling me up into her side, "Tell me."

I shook my head, "If you want to know why, look up 'Teardrops on my Guitar' YouTube Music and listen. That will tell you why."

"I already know the song, (Y/n). Let me guess, you overheard Cilan talking about a girl he liked and you think it's no way that it could be you, which is why you're crying because you're head over heels for him."

I just started sobbing again and nodded, digging my head into her side, "Y-yeah."

"(Y/n), don't say that. I'm sure it's you he was talking about," Hannah replied, rubbing my back in an attempt to calm me down. It was then that there was a knock at the door to our dorm room and Hannah stood up to go and answer it, "You stay there I'll be back."

I sniffled and nodded as she walked out of the bedroom. I head part of the conversation from the bedroom however, "Cilan what do you want?"

"Is (Y/n) here? I really need to talk to her. Please? I messed up and I need to make up for my mistake."

"Fine, she's in the bedroom."

A few seconds later, Cilan walked into the room, "Uhh... hey, (Y/n)."

I sniffled and looked up at him, "Oh, hi, Cilan, need something?"

"C-can I sit down?"

I slowly nodded and he sat down next to me, "Listen. Why did you run off after you wanted to talk to me earlier?"

I took a deep breath, "Cilan, I'm going to tell you something, and you have to promise not to hate me afterwards, okay?"

"I promise, (Y/n), I could never hate you."

I took a deep breath, "It's just. I love you, like I've ha-" I was cut off when he placed a hand on the neck of my head and kissed me. I blinked in surprise and wrapped my arms around his neck deepening the kiss before pushing him on his back, changing position so I was straddling him, I leaned down and whispered in his ear, "You can stay for longer if you want... I don't mind." My only reply was him kissing my again, "Gladly."

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Hehe so many Cilan oneshots

Blaine Oneshot - Love Story

Requested?: No (Please request…)

Prompt: None

Type of oneshot: Fluff/ kinda songfic

Reader's Relations: None

Warnings:  Mentions of Transphobia and bullying/there is that in this oneshot, if it makes you uncomfortable, don’t read this

Other notes: Reader is ftm trans in this, but the first part takes place before she reveals it to anyone, (M/n) means male name, for the majority of this oneshot, the reader will have he/him pronouns used. The reader also has dyslexia in this (It’s not a major plot point, but it’s mentioned a few times)

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I took a deep breath as I pulled down the zipper of my jumper that had been concealing my ‘what I don’t like about myself’ (I don’t remember what they called it) t-shirt, revealing the word ‘gender’ with an ‘I’m trans’ in brackets underneath. The whole room went silent as the rest of the Glee Club stared at me, increasing my anxiety, “I-is something wrong? Did I miss-spell something?”

“No, you didn’t (Y/n). It’s just that’s not what any of us were expecting.”

I gulped, “O-oh… so, are you guys okay with it? I don’t feel right in my body.”

“Oh please, (Y/n). You’re just doing this to get attention.”

I looked up from my feet when I heard that come from Santana’s mouth, “W-what? Listen, I know you can be a bitch sometimes, but I’m not doing this for attention. I genuinely do not feel comfortable with my body, and if any of you respect my decisions, then you’ll call me (M/n) from now on,” I spoke, feeling the tears trying to escape my eyes as I turned around, zipping my jumper back up and leaving the choir room, before remembering and turning around, “And for the record, I thought Glee Club was a place where we could be ourselves, but I see that doesn’t apply to me. Mr Schuester, I’m leaving Glee Club.” That was the last thing I said before leaving the room properly, letting the tears fall now.

I made my way to a small secluded area of greenery on the school grounds that no one else seemed to know about as I never saw anyone else there, and sat down with my back against the tree I always did, curling up in a ball and sobbing my eyes out. Eventually, I calmed down a bit, and that’s when my conversation with my mother from a few weeks prior came into my head and I pulled out my phone, went onto her contact:

‘Remember that conversation we were having a few weeks ago? I’ve made my decision. I want to transfer.’

“(M/n)?! I know you’re here!” My ears perked up at the sound of my new name, and I realised that at least someone respected my decisions and smiled sadly when I looked up to see Kurt.

“Hi.”

Instead of giving me a response, Kurt sat down next to me and pulled me into a hug, “Let it out, (M/n). You’re still fabulous to me, no matter how you choose to identify.”

“Thanks, Kurt. I’m glad I’ve got a friend in you.”

He just smiled at me and squeezed me in a tighter hug, but before he could say anything, my phone pinged. I opened it up and saw a message from my mother, “Glad you’ve made a decision. I will email now about your transfer, see you later.”

I sent a ‘see you later’ back and sighed, leaning into Kurt more, “I’m going to tell you something, and you have to promise not to tell anyone, okay? Of, if it does come up, then you have to say that you don’t know why, okay?”

Kurt nodded and I wiped my eyes, “I’m transferring.”

“Okay. Not what I was expecting you to say. Am I allowed to know where?”

I nodded, “Dalton Academy. Before you start saying it’s an all-boys school, my mum knows of my… change in gender, and when she does all my transfer stuff, my new name will be used, thank you again for not using my dead name.”

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“Okay. Sectionals are coming up and we need to decide what song we are going to sing. Any suggestions?”

“Mr Schuester, aren’t we missing someone?”

“Right. Unfortunately, due to your inability to accept (M/n)’s decisions, he’s transferred schools, so will not be joining us.”

“What? (Y/n) is going to be competing against us?!”

“And it’s your fault, Santana. You were the one that started all the hate off,” I decided to speak up, standing up and turning to the cheerleader.

“Excuse me, I don’t recall asking for your opinion, Lady Hummel,” she replied getting closer to me. I just raised an eyebrow, “Really? Does it look like I care? Because I don’t care whether you asked for my opinion, at least I can speak the truth, and that truth is that (M/n) has transferred to a different school because of all the hate he was getting from you.”

“If you know so much, where did she transfer to?”

“I am not allowed to reveal that information. I am indeed aware of where (M/n) transferred but I have been asked not to reveal it, and you should respect that.”

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

“I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to bump into you!” I squeaked out, helping the black-haired male up after standing up myself, the two of us having fallen over.

“It’s alright. I should have been looki-Do I know you?”

“I don’t think so. I’m (M/n). I just transferred here so I’d be surprised if you did know me,” I replied, smiling.

“Oh right. I’m Blaine. Do you need help at all?”

I shook my head, “Not at the moment, but thank you for asking. I hope that offer is going to continue to stand.”

“Of course. If you ever need help, you can come to me.”

“Thank you,” I smiled.

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“So, (M/n), truth or dare?”

I let out a small chuckle, “Truth.”

“What’s your orientation? Like what are you into?”

I just blinked in confusion, “Huh?”

“He means what’s your sexuality?”

“Oh. Well, it’s complicated. The best way to put it is that I’m into guys,” I replied, trying to hide my face.

“And why is that ‘complicated’?”

“That is confidential. You don’t need to know,” I responded, “If you’ve got a problem with the fact that I’d rather keep some of my personal life private, Sebastian, then you need to think again because it’s called a ‘PERSONAL’ life for a reason.”

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“Are you nervous?”

“A little. Actually, that’s a lie. I’m completely freaking out. Look my nerves are all shot. This is my first competition performance since I transferred to Dalton, and I’m just scared I’m going to mess it up and-” I was cut off when Blaine grabbed my cheeks and kissed me. Before I could process it, he’d broken off and was apologising.

“There you two are! Positions, now. We’re on in a minute!”

Immediately, I moved away from Blaine, giving him a ‘we’ll talk about this later’ look as I dashed to the other side of the stage, making sure not to bump into anyone. I could feel myself shaking as I stood in the wings, waiting until it was time to go on stage.

“And now, please welcome to the stage, the Dalton Academy Warblers!”

I took one last deep breath, before walking on stage to the top of the set of ‘stairs’ (for lack of better word) on the stage, the rest of the Warblers taking their positions too, Blaine standing at the front of the stage. Soon it was time to start our performance, “We were both young when I first saw you. I close my eyes and the flashback starts. I'm standing there on a balcony in summer air.” I sang, facing the front feeling the nerves leave my body once I’d started singing.

“See the lights, see the party, the ball gowns, see you make your way through the crowd and say "Hello",” Blaine sang as I made my way through the rest of the Warblers, walking down so that I was at the front too. We continued singing the song, thankfully me not forgetting any of my words or movements on the stage and soon we got to the ending, “Oh, oh-oh. I got tired of waiting,” I sung as Blaine and I were now standing not facing each other at the front of the stage.

“Wondering if you were ever coming around, my faith in you was fading when I met you on the outskirts of town and I said…” Blaine sang as I got out of the grip he’d previously had on me as I turned to face him, “‘Romeo, save me, I've been feeling so alone. I keep waiting for you, but you never come. Is this in my head? I don't know what to think’. He knelt to the ground and pulled out a ring and said.”

“‘Marry me, Juliet, you'll never have to be alone. I love you, and that's all I really know. I talked to your dad, go pick out a white dress It's a love story, baby, just say yes.”

“Oh, oh-oh, oh, oh-oh, oh.”

“'Cause we were both young when I first saw you,” I sang the final line looking Blaine directly in the eye. Once we were off stage, I released the breath I didn’t realise I was holding and wracked my hands through my short hair, trying to calm myself down. That’s when I felt a tap on the shoulder and I turned around to see Blaine standing there, an apologetic look on his face, “(M/n). I’m sorry about what happen-” I cut him off, “Don’t apologise. Just a question. What would you do if I asked you to kiss me again?”

His head shot up and he looked me directly in the eye, probably looking for any signs of hesitation. I waved a hand in front of his face, “Am I going to get an answer?”

“It depends, are you going to ask me to kiss you?”

I rolled my eyes, “Kiss me?”

Instead of a verbal response, Blaine just grabbed my upper arms and pulled me closer to him, kissing me, before breaking off, “There’s your answer. If you asked me to kiss you, I’d do it.”

I smiled, “That makes me happy to hear because I might just ask you to do it again,” I smirked, booping him on the nose, “And for the record, I like you romantically. I’m not just trying to get you to kiss me for the fun of it.”

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I’m just going to leave this here… I probably could add more, but ehh

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

Requested?: No

Prompt: None

Type of Oneshot: Angst/Songfic/Fluff

Song Used: The Pony I Wanna Be from MLP

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

Warnings: None that I can think of atm…

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Professor Sycamore Oneshot - Thank You?

Requested?: No

Prompt: None

Type of oneshot: Fluff

Reader's Relations: None

Reader’s Home Region: Kalos

Reader’s Pokémon Team: Froakie (others up to you/unmentioned)

Warnings: None

Other notes: None

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“SOPHIE! Where are you?!” I shouted, coming out of the room where the injured and sick Pokémon were.

“Oh, hello, (Y/n). Need something?” I turned around to see the girl in question walking up to me, a Chespin by her side. 

“How could you? You said you’d keep it a secret!” I shouted again, not caring if anyone else heard us, I was annoyed and Sophie deserved what was coming.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, (Y/n). Seriously, why has got you so mad?”

I took a deep breath, muttering, “Clear skies, clear skies,” to myself before turning back to Sophie, “I told you to keep m crush a secret! Why did you tell him?!”

“Oh that… It’s for your own good, (Y/n). Trust me.”

“How is telling someone who is never in a million years going to like me in the same way that I like him that I have a crush on him ‘for my own good’?! I thought you were my friend, Sophie! This is why the professor’s been ignoring me because he doesn’t want to speak to me!” At this, my Froakie, who had been watching the scene play out from my feet sent a water gun right in Sophie’s face. 

“(Y/n), please stop shouting! Unless you want the whole of Lumiose City to hear you!” Sophie spoke, wiping the worst of the water from her face. 

“And what is going on here?”

We both turned on our heels, Froakie jumping on my shoulder, to see Professor Sycamore standing there, a look of disappointment on his face, Gabby standing behind him. I felt my face turn red at the realisation that he’d heard our argument and looked down at my feet, neither me nor Sophie saying a word.

“I will ask you again, why were you arguing?”

Again I stayed quiet, continuing with my newfound fascination with the floor, still annoyed at Sophie for letting the proverbial Meostic out of the bag, but I still didn’t want to admit it to the Professor’s face that I had a massive crush on him.

“Well, I see neither of you will talk, if I hear anything about any arguments for the rest of the day, you’ll have to be shut in a room together until you learn to get along.”

I nodded, Sophie doing the same, and Professor Sycamore turned around, giving Gabby a pat on the muzzle, before turning back around to face us, “Oh, and (Y/n), I need to speak with you, alone.” The last word seemed to be directed towards Gabby, as the friendly Garchomp nodded, allowing Froakie to jump on her shoulder, and walked off in a different direction. I let out an involuntary gulp and nodded, “Yes Professor, of course.” even though I knew fine well why he wanted to talk to me, I could already hear it in my head, (Y/n), I know you have a ‘crush’ on me, so to speak, however, this is a professional setting, and I am your boss, and that’s all I will ever be. We soon reached his office and the door was closed behind me.

“(Y/n), do you have any idea why I wanted to speak to you?”

I gulped, before taking a deep breath in, “Listen, just let me say this, Professor. I am so sorry! I know it’s unprofessional of me to have a crush on you when you’re my boss, but I can’t help it. I-” I was cut off when he placed a finger on my lips, causing my eyes to widen as he leaned into my ear, whispering, “I can think of better things for your mouth to be doing right now than these apologies.”

I felt my face turn the same colour as the inside of a Fennekin’s ears and my eyes widened but before I could say anything, Professor Sycamore had kissed me, pinning me against the closed door. It was short, but once he broke away, he leaned into my ear again, “I think you should go and thank Sophie." I just stood there, perplexed, lifting a finger to my lips, “A-am I dreaming right now?”

The professor just chuckled, moving his hands to hold my hips, “Need me to confirm that this is reality?” I slowly nodded and he leaned closer, kissing me again.

“Definitely not dreaming. Professor, what does this make us?”

“Well, after what Sophie told me, I was hoping you’d like to be my girlfriend.”

My eyes widened again, “I’d love to be your girlfriend. I-is that all, Professor? I need to go and check on some of the injured Pokémon.”

“One thing. From now on, call me Augustine, Ma Cherie.”

I felt my cheeks tint again at the nickname, and nodded, “Will do Augustine.” With a final goodbye, I turned around and left his office.

“Someone’s happy.”

“Oh be quiet, Sophie. I-I’m sorry for both shouting at and doubting you and also thank you.”

“You’re welcome. So, can I be a bridesmaid at the wedding?”

I felt my face flare up bright red again, “SOPHIE! TOO EARLY FOR THAT!”

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Here’s just some fluff. I have another idea that I will be writing probably either later tonight or tomorrow…

Sebastian Oneshot - You Are the Reason

Requested?: No, please request, I need ideas…

Prompt: None

Type of oneshot: Fluff? Kinda… I dunno what I’d call this

Reader's Relations: Blaine’s twin sister

Warnings: Mentions of transphobia, mentions of s*lf H*rm.

Other notes: Reader is trans, but it’s like not known information. The reader was born female but has been pretending to be male while at school. The first part is set during the former part of season 3. (M/n) means male name.

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I smiled to myself as I walked down the halls of McKinley towards the Choir Room after having been pointed the way by one of the students, my coat wrapped closely around me, covering up my Dalton blazer and tie. I soon came to the room, and knocked on the doorframe, due to the door being wide open, “I am sorry to interrupt but I was wondering if-” Before I could finish my sentence, Blaine had ran up and hugged me, nearly knocking the hat off my head, which would have revealed my longer hair.

“Oh, hello to you too, Little Brother. I missed you.”

“So who is this? Not that I care but just saying.”

Blaine let go of me and turned around to the rest of the group, “This is (Y-” I stepped on his foot giving him a glare, “My name is (M/n), I’m Blaine’s older brother. But that’s all you need to know,” I spoke, before turning to who I guessed was the teacher, “I came because I wanted to ask if I could try out for Glee Club. I recently transferred to McKinley from my old school.”

Before he could reply, Blaine had taken my wrist and pulled me over to the chairs, causing me to let go of my coat, revealing my school uniform underneath, leading to the same girl who’d spoken before to speak out, “Oh great. Mr Scheuster, are you really going to allow this? Some random guy walks in and doesn’t even need to try out? We don’t need two Warblers in our Glee Glub.”

I felt my eye twitching and I stood up turning to her, “Right. I will have you know, Little Miss Cheerleader, that I have no intention of leaking your ‘secrets’ to the Warblers. I left Dalton to come here.”

“Then how come you’re still in your uniform?”

“Because I wanted to have one last day in it before it gets ‘retired’ so to speak. If you want me to sing, I’ll sing,” I replied, taking my coat off completely and standing up. 

https://music.youtube.com/watch?v=gxTRx4uurxs&si=DoXoEmsCa-2vyYGv - the song is Dark Horse by Katy Perry

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“I’ve been thinking. How come you sing like a girl?”

I felt a small pang in my heart and my heart rate started to increase but before I could say anything, Mr Schuester had spoken up, “Santana, that’s enough.”

“No, I want to know. Tell us. Why do you look and dress like a guy, but you sing like a girl?”

Instead of responding, I just stood up and ran out of the Choir Room, ignoring the calls of my name for me to come back. I just ran to the Auditorium and walked onto the stage, thankful no one else was there.

“(M/n)?”

I looked up at the voice and smiled slightly at Blaine, “Hi.”

“You alright?”

I shook my head and soon felt him bring me into a hug, “Just know I’ll never judge you.”

“I know you won’t, but others might... I don’t think people are going to understand. I don’t feel comfortable as a girl.”

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“What’s on your mind, (M/n)? You’ve been zoning out the whole time.”

I sighed, swirling the straw of my smoothie around in the drink, “Seb, you know how when we started dating, we agreed we would and could tell each other anything?” He nodded and I took a deep breath, “Well, the thing is, I apologise, but I’ve been lying to you. I was born a girl. I was allowed to go to Dalton cause I cut my hair a bit shorter and wore a binder to cover my chest. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you earlier, but I’ve come to realise that I don’t feel comfortable with being a girl, so I’m going to undergo surgery to change my gender.”

Sebastian looked at me in shock before a smile took over his face, “That’s perfectly alright with me.”

I felt like a weight was lifted from my shoulders when I heard him say that and I returned his smile, hugging him, “This is why I love you, Seb.”

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I squeaked as I felt a hand hit my head, causing my hat to fall off, in turn revealing my longer hair. This caused the whole Glee Club, minus Blaine, to gasp and I felt my face turn bright red in both embarrassment and anger.

“I told you there was something off about this one. Why’s your hair so long?” Santana asked, getting closer to me, a smirk on her face, telling me she’d been the one to knock my hat off. I felt my heart rate increase and I sighed, “Fine, I’m a girl, but I don’t feel comfortable as a girl, which is why I never mentioned it to you guys. I wanted you to just see the new me rather than the old me,” I replied, “But, I’d rather that fact stayed in here.”

Over the next few weeks, I started to get pushed against the lockers and had several slushies thrown at me as well as hurtful words said to me. It got to the point where there were times that I was late to Glee Club because I had to wash the slushie out of my eyes and change clothes. Had I told anyone I was now being bullied? No. Was I going to? No. Then one day when I walked into Glee Club after just having finished washing a slushie out of my eyes, something snapped in me, and I completely broke down, sobbing. Immediately, Blaine had rushed over, rubbing my back, not asking why I was crying, even though I could tell he wanted to ask why I was crying, but he knew I’d speak when I was really. Eventually with some time, and help from the other Glee Club members, I’d calmed down enough to speak.

“(M/n)? What happened?”

“Someone leaked it to the rest of the school that I was a girl and since then, not a single day has gone by where I haven’t either been pushed against a locker or had a slushie thrown at me. That’s why I’m always late, I’ve been having to wash it off my face and out of my hair,” I responded before being wrapped in a hug.

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“Mr Schuester, before we begin, could I make a small announcement?” I asked, raising my hand, feeling butterflies in my stomach.

“Of course, (M/n),” he replied, smiling at me. I stood up nervously, returning the smile and walked to the front, taking a deep breath, “So, over the past few months, I’ve been going through the process of changing my gender and… I had the surgery on Monday, which is why I haven’t been in since last week.”

Everyone’s faces erupted in smiles, and they all ran up giving me a massive group hug, but the moment was interrupted by a familiar voice, “So, does that mean that I’m back to being gay now?”

I immediately turned on my heel to see Sebastian leaning on the door frame, a smile on his face. I felt my heart pumping, knowing from that statement my friends would have worked out that we were dating, but before any of them could say anything, I’d sped over and grabbed his hand, dragging him out into the hallway, “What the Hell are you doing here?! Sebastian, you really shouldn’t be here. I mean, I’m happy to see you, but why?”

“Warblers practice was cancelled due to several of the boys being ill with the flu, the annoying thing about Boarding Schools, illnesses tend to spread more easily. Anyway, I came over 'cause I wanted to see you.”

“What you mean is you want to know what song we’re planning to beat you with at Sectionals, right?” I giggled out in a joking way, but when he stayed silent, I stopped laughing, “You’re not joking with me… That’s why you came?!”

“(M/n), please..”

“Please what? Do you even love me or was this just a cruel game to you?”

“Listen, I.. Fine, I’ll tell you. We need to break up.”

“What…? Why?” I asked, as the tears started to come to my eyes, “You’re joking this time, right?”

“No, I’m not. I’m sorry, (M/n), but it’s for your own happiness. Your friends know we’re dating now, and I know they don’t like me, so I’m saving you the job of breaking up with me when you eventually choose them over me.”

“But… I can explain to them. They’ll understand that there’s more to you than the ‘massive arsehole’ they see you as.”

“Maybe. But the point is, I know they don’t like me. Goodbye, (M/n),” and before I could say anything else, he’d turned around and was walking down the corridor away from me before slipping out of my sight. I wiped my now tear-stained eyes, and took a deep breath, trying to make it look like I hadn’t been crying and walked back into the choir room, walking straight over to my bag. I picked it up, took my headphones out and connected them to my phone, before walking back out, not saying a word to anyone. As I was about halfway down the corridor in the opposite direction to where Sebastian had gone, I felt a hand on my wrist. I sighed and paused my music, turning around to see Blaine there.

“What?”

“Why?” he asked, “Out of all the people you could choose, you pick him. Let’s not forget he threw a rock salt slushie at me, (M/n). Why?!”

“I thought, after I’d got to know him he was rather charming, but I can see you were, no, you all were right about him. He is just a heartless asshole.”

“Wait a minute... This is the same guy who you were singing praises about how nice he was to you all the time, literally yesterday, what changed your mind?”

“He broke up with me! Is that what you wanted to know?!” I all but screamed in Blaine’s face before reaching for my headphones again, “I’ll see you at home. There’s something I want to do.” I walked off, putting my headphones back on.

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I gave up trying to hold tears in and let them cascade down my face as I went through my locker, taking down all the photos of Sebastian and I. Most of them were him kissing my cheek while I wasn’t looking, or vice versa, all of which had been taken by other Warblers, them knowing of our relationship, and being sworn to secrecy not to tell anyone else, “There goes my heart beating ‘cause you are the reason, I'm losing my sleep. Please come back now and there goes my mind racing and you are the reason that I'm still breathing. I'm hopeless now.” I started singing softly to myself as I either tore up the pictures I didn’t want to keep, threw them in the bin, or, on the rare occasion that there was someone else in the photo, usually one or more of the other Warblers, I just scored out Sebastian’s face and put them in my bag so I wouldn’t have to see them whenever I opened my locker, I'd climb every mountain and swim every ocean just to be with you and fix what you've broken. Oh, 'cause I need you to see that you are the reason.” It was true, apart from Blaine, Sebastian had been the only one, prior to me telling the rest of the New Directions, about my dislike for my gender, and my want to change it, “There goes my hands shaking and you are the reason my heart keeps bleeding. I need you now and if I could turn back the clock, I'd make sure the light defeated the dark. I'd spend every hour, of every day keeping you safe…”

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“And I'd climb every mountain and swim every ocean just to be with you and fix what you've broken,” I sang out standing on the stage in the auditorium, as for some reason we’d had Glee Club in there rather than the choir room, “Oh, 'cause I need you to see that you are the reason…” The assignment for the week had been ‘Heartbreak’ and that song had been the first one that came to me after what had happened two days ago. I quickly took my seat again, not wanting anyone to see that I was about to burst into tears again, and tried to calm myself down.

That was when I heard my phone go off and I quickly took a look at the caller, gasped, and asked to be excused. Mr Schuester nodded, seeing that it was a phone call and I quickly thanked him, standing up and answering, dashing out of the auditorium, “Nick? Why are you calling me? I’m in Glee practice right now!”

“I’m sorry for interrupting your practice, (M/n), but I thought you’d want to know that your boyfriend is in the hospital.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about. I don’t have a boyfriend.”

“Huh? But aren’t you and Sebastian dating?”

“No, he broke up with me, literally two days ago.”

“Oh..” Nick replied, and even though I couldn’t see him, I could tell he had a surprised and confused look on his face, “Well, he didn’t turn up for Warblers practice yesterday and then Mr (Insert random teacher name) came and let us know this afternoon he’d been in an accident and was in the hospital. When me and Jeff got there, Sebastian’s parents told us he’d been talking about you since he woke up. It was something about ‘Must see (M/n). Need to say something’ or something like that. He needs you, please come…”

“Well, you can tell Sebastian to shove it up his arse. He broke up with me, claiming it ‘for my own happiness’, and said that it was ‘to save me the bother of doing it when I chose the New Directions over him because my friends hate him after he threw that slushie in Blaine’s face. Now is there anything else? Or can I go back to rehearsals?”

I heard Nick sigh on the phone, “It’s up to you, but just to say, I can tell he regrets breaking up with you.”

I just rolled my eyes and hung up, putting my phone away and walking back into the auditorium, sitting down.

“Everything okay?”

I nodded, “Yeah... just a family matter,” I replied, “It can wait until Blaine and I get home, Mr Schuester.”

“If it’s a ‘family matter’ then why wasn’t I told too?”

I rolled my eyes, “For crying out loud, Blaine. How can Mum call two people at once? She called me and asked me to tell you when I could. Which will be after Glee Club is over for the day.”

A few minutes later, we were finished and I saw Blaine take out his phone and message someone. His phone dinged and he turned to me after checking it, “Why did you lie to Mr Schuester about that phone call? Mum said she never called you.”

I bit my lip, “Because no one would actually care about the truth anyway. Plus I’m still trying to decide myself on what to do. Sebastian’s in the hospital. It was Nick who called me earlier to tell me. He said something about an accident and that Sebastian had been wanting to talk to me since he woke up. I’m not going though.”

“(M/n). You should go and see him. If he wants to talk to you, should should at least do that for him.”

“Oh, so you’re on his side now? Blaine ‘He-threw-a-rock-salt-slushie-at-me’ Anderson. Why are you saying I should go and see him in the hospital? I thought you didn’t want me to be with him.”

“While I still don’t like the idea of him dating you. If he wants to talk to you, you should go. Perhaps he wants to apologise.”

“What? Like how he apologised for nearly blinding you?”

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However, Blaine managed to get me to go and see Sebastian and I was surprised to see him lying on the bed, a heart rate monitor attached to his arm, and his forearms covered in bandages. Only his forearms… everywhere else was clean, well apart from his hands and face having bloodstains on them… That’s when I worked it out…

“Alright, out with it. Why did you want me to come? And why’d Nick lie to me about you being in an accident? This clearly was not an ‘accident’. You did this to yourself.”

“(M/n)? You came?”

“Obviously… Now answer my questions,” I replied, tapping my finger on my arm, an unimpressed look on my face.

“Mum, please can we be alone?” Sebastian asked, turning to his mother, who had been sitting by the bed, reading a book. She stood up and left, not before giving me a ‘This is all your fault’ glare. I gulped and walked closer, to Sebastian after his mother had left the room, knowing she, for some reason, blamed me for Sebastian trying to kill himself.

“Now, answer my questions. Why did you want me to come?”

“All three are connected. The answers to your questions, I mean. I wanted you to come because I wanted to see you, I did this to myself because of how I hurt you. I still love you and I couldn’t live with myself after seeing your face when I broke up with you. A face like yours should only ever have happy tears streaming down the cheeks. My mother told me to break up with you. I know she doesn’t like you, but I couldn't disappoint her, I regretted breaking up with you after I saw your face. Finally, I asked Nick to tell you I was in the hospital. Honestly, he didn’t know the whole truth either, all he knew was I’d managed to slice both my arms, so he probably just assumed it was some form of accident. Could you ever forgive me?”

I gulped and saw the tears rolling down his cheeks, the beeping of the heart-rate monitor slowing down.

“(M/n). Please. I need to know if you forgive me. The doctors said I still don’t have enough blood in my body to go on for too long, but I want to know if you forgive me before it’s too late.”

“Do you promise you’re telling the truth? You didn’t want to break up with me?”

“Yes, I’m telling the truth. I didn’t want to break up with you, my mother forced me to.”

“Sebastian, what’s your blood type?”

“Why… Wait… Really?”

“Just tell me your blood type, Smythe,” I replied leaning down and gently hugging him.

“A-, does that-” Before Sebastian could finish his sentence, a nurse had walked through the door, “Oh hello, are you-”

“Let me donate blood. Please. I’ve got the same blood type. I’m begging you.”

“(M/n), you don’t have to.”

“Yes. I do, Seb. Please, Miss Nurse. I know I’ve got the same blood type as him. I can give him blood, just let me.”

“Are you sure? If so I’ll go and get a doctor.”

I nodded eagerly, “Yes. I can tell Sebastian doesn’t have enough blood in his body due to all he lost and I know it’s at a point where he could die due to the blood loss. Please.”

The nurse smiled at me and nodded, “Okay. I’ll need your name so we can double-check you have the same blood type. Then a doctor should be in.”

“Of course. (M/n) Anderson, although it might still be written as (Y/n).”

“Thank you. A doctor should be in in a few minutes.”

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About 15 minutes later, Sebastian’s heart rate was back up to what it should be and his mother came back in. I stood up from the chair I’d been in and let go of Sebastian’s hand, my heart racing as I knew she was going to do something to me, probably saying I’d overstayed my welcome and shouldn’t be there so I closed my eyes, bracing myself for impact, but was surprised when I was wrapped in a hug. My eyes shot open and I blinked at her words, “Thank you. You saved my  son’s life!”

“Y-you’re welcome Mrs Smythe. I was just doing what anyone would do seeing a person in ne-Wait a minute, don’t you hate me? Why are you hugging me?”

“You saved my son’s life, and I can see that you make him happy. I apologise for forcing him to break up with you.”

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“A-are you sure you okay with having Sebastian as a brother-in-law, Blaine?” I asked as he helped me tie the bow tie on my tux, as I’d never been good at it and he was an expert.

“If you’re happy, (M/n). I am. I know he was not very nice and did some bad things, but I know you love him and I am willing to put my dislike for him aside for your happiness, as you are my brother.”

I smiled and hugged him as he finished tying the bow tie, “Thanks, Blaine. You are the best brother ever.”

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

So this is over 3500 words… It’s been in my drafts half-written for ages, and only recently did I get an idea to finish it. It morphed into this and is now very long… Oh well… Curse the over-creative brain, and I have another Glee oneshot idea which will be the next one to be written.

FandomMas 2023 Day 5 - Athena

Fandom: Ace Attorney Prompt: “It’s bold of you to assume I haven’t eaten my entire advent calendar.” Reader's Relations: None

Other Notes: Sorry I didn’t post one yesterday, I didn’t have any ideas and by the time I got around to when I would normally write them (before I got to sleep) it was already late, so I just wanted to sleep, but I will try to write two today.

“(Y/n)……” “Yes, Athena?” I replied, turning to face her, and looking up from the case file I was reading through. “Why are advent calendar chocolates so small?” She wined, sitting down next to me on the sofa in the agency, stretching herself over my lap, causing me to giggle, as I started to stroke my fingers through her hair gently, “I don’t know, Athena, but I’ll have a bet it’s because they’re meant for small children, and said children normally want to open them before breakfast and chocolate isn’t a good breakfast food.” “But chocolate’s so good! Why can’t they be bigger?” “You’ll just have to put up with it, Athena. There’s nothing I can do about it, did you remember to open today’s door?” “Of course. It’s bold of you to assume I haven’t eaten the entire thing already.” I giggled to myself, “How did I guess you already did that? And before you ask, no you’re not getting any of mine!” “You’re my favourite person, (Y/n)!” I rolled my eyes again, feeling my face turn slightly pink as I chuckled trying to conceal it, knowing she was just trying to butter me up to get my chocolate, “That isn’t going to work, Athena. You’re not going to get any of mine, no matter how much you try to butter me up.” “That’s not what I was trying to do!” “Sure… I don’t believe you, Athena.” “Oh come on!” My head shot up immediately at the outburst from Trucy, causing her to squeak, “Polly, look at this scene again and tell me they’re not dating!” My face turned bright red at the statement from Trucy as Apollo turned to look as well, “Trucy, if they were dating I’m sure we’d know by now. Athena’s just being herself.” “Hey!” “Hmph. Well then, I’m sure Daddy agrees with me.” “Unfortunately, Trucy, I’m with Apollo on this. We’d all know if (Y/n) and Athena were dating.” “But just look at the scene! The fact that Athena is letting (Y/n) rake her hands through her hair is proof enough! Athena’s expressed several times before that she doesn’t like anyone touching her hair, yet she’s not protesting to (Y/n) raking her hands through it!” Trucy spoke out, sitting down.

I was still trying to get rid of the blush on my face when I quickly removed my fingers from Athena’s hair, “Trucy, please stop. You can’t force two people to be dating by just willing it into existence. Especially when you don’t even know how they feel about each other, or if they’re dating other people.”

“(Y/n)! Take this off my head now!” Athena protested as I refused to untie the blindfold from over her eyes. “Nope! It’ll ruin the surprise if I do!” I replied as I booped her on the nose, sitting down on the sofa opposite her, taking out my guitar that I’d been gifted as a birthday present, before giving a nod to Trucy who bounced over and removed the blindfold from Athena’s head as I started singing, “We're far apart, in every way, but you're the best part of my day and sure as I breathe the air, I know we are the perfect pear. On a prickly path that goes on for miles, but it's worth it just to see you smile and I cannot be pulled apart from the hold you have on my heart and even if the world tells us it's wrong, you're in my head like a catchy song. The seasons change, and leaves may fall, but I'll be with you through them all and rain or shine, you'll always be mine. On a prickly path that goes on for miles. You're the only one who makes it all worthwhile and you should not blame me too, if I can't help fallin' in love with you,” as I finished singing, I felt my face turn bright red and I looked up at Athena to see her face the same colour, but before I could say anything, she’d pounced on me and kissed me. I blinked, not expecting her to feel the same, but I wrapped my arms around her, kissing back before breaking off when I remembered the others in the Agency. “Polly, you owe me!” “What?! Oh come on, Trucy, that’s not fair, you knew they liked each other. You were the one who orchestrated this whole confession!” “You still lost the bet, Polly, hand over the money!” Trucy persisted, holding out her hands towards Apollo. At this point I was too busy laughing at Apollo’s face to get mad at the two of them for betting on mine and Athena’s relationship, as Apollo begrudgingly took out a note, placing it in Trucy’s hands. She pocketed it and smirked, looking back at me and Athena, “Oh yeah, I bet Polly that you two would be together by the end of the year, and looks like I won by a week.” —------------------END OF ONESHOT Again, sorry for not posting yesterday, but I’ll get today’s written as well before I go to sleep.

Sam Oneshot - How Far I'll Go

Requested?: No

Prompt: None

Type of oneshot: Fluff/Gen/Songfic

Song Used: How Far I’ll Go - Moana/More than Anything - Hazbin Hotel (I changed the lyrics a bit tho)

Reader's Relations: Sam’s daughter (Cause for oneshot purposes, this is purely PLATONIC THOUGH)

Reader’s Occupation: None

Warnings: None? Mentions of death (specifically the reader’s mother)

Other notes: In this oneshot, you have ice powers (Basically like Elsa), it’s for plot reasons, also you’re about 17. This is also written as if The Great Fire of Pontypandy happened when Ellie and Arnold were there.

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“So, remind me again why I have to sit around with Uncle Charlie when James and Sarah become Junior Cadets? They’re literally half my age!” I grumbled to my father as we walked down to the Whole Fish Café, “It’s not like the cadets do anything dangerous at any point, so why won’t you let me be one?!”

“I’ve explained this to you before, (Y/n). I don’t want you getting hurt.”

I sighed heavily and rolled my eyes, giving up trying to get a decent response out of him as we arrived. I said hello to my aunt and uncle before sitting down at the table, a false smile on my face.

“Thanks for looking after (Y/n), today Charlie. I should get back to the Fire Station now, the cadets will be waiting.”

“Not a problem, Sam.”

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I sighed, putting some finishing touches to my drawing, as I still sat in the Whole Fish Café.

“You alright there, (Y/n)?”

I nodded begrudgingly, “Totally fine…”

“Are you sure?” Aunt Bronwyn asked, putting the tray she’d just taken out of the oven on the bench.

“It’s not fair…” I muttered, putting my head down on the table, “How is it fair that James and Sarah get to be cadets, and yet, here’s me, who is DOUBLE their age, sitting here, drawing, while the cadets are having fun.”

“I understand what you mean, (Y/n),” my aunt responded, coming to sit opposite me, “Sam’s just worried about you though. You know what happened to your mother, right?”

“I know; she died in a fire after a burning log fell on her, but it’s not like the cadets are putting out fires or saving people, it’s literally nothing dangerous!” I responded, lifting my head and fiddling with the gloves that I wore to cover my hands to stop any unwanted ice from coming out. I let out another sigh, “I’ve been staring at the edge of the water for as long as I can remember, never really knowing why. I wish I could be the perfect daughter, but I come back to the water, no matter how hard I try,” I muttered, turning to look out of the door at the sea. Due to my ice powers getting out of control when I was near large bodies of water, I wasn’t allowed to go near the sea, something I was annoyed about with how much I loved water.

At this moment I stood up and walked out of the café, surprised I wasn’t stopped, and I continued talking to myself, “Every turn I take, every trail I track, every path I make, every road leads back to the place I know, where I cannot go. Where I long to be!” I grabbed a hold of the railings, singing out to the ocean, “See the line where the sky meets the sea? It calls me and no one knows how far it goes. If the wind in my sail on the sea stays behind me, one day I'll know if I go there's just no telling how far I'll go. I know everybody in this town seems so happy in this town, everything is by design. I know everybody in this town has a role in this town, so maybe I can roll with mine.”

I then just took the plunge, realising that I wasn’t being watched anymore, and removed my gloves, jumping off and using my ice powers to create a bridge in front of me, “See the light as it shines on the sea? It's blinding! But no one knows, how deep it goes and it seems like it's calling out to me, so come find me and let me know what's beyond that line, will I cross that line? See the line where the sky meets the sea? It calls me and no one knows, how far it goes. If the wind in my sail on the sea stays behind me, one day I'll know, how far I'll go-Oof,” I squeaked, as I fell off the large ‘cliff’ of ice I’d created, falling onto the small beach on Pontypandy Island below, screaming as I felt my arm crack, realising I’d probably broken it. I groaned to myself, knowing what I was going to have to do, but not wanting to have to do it.

Calling the Fire and Rescue Team

I then realised I didn’t have my phone and groaned again before spotting the package that I knew had flares. I crawled over to it, trying not to put pressure on my sore arm, and managed to set one off.

-------------------------SAM’S POV

“Well done, cadets. Now who can tell me-” I was cut off by my walkie-talkie going off, “Sam? Can you read me?”

“Ben? I can read you, what happened?”

“A flare has been spotted from Pontypandy Island, and Charlie’s spotted a rather large amount of ice.”

“Get over there as soon as you can, we’ll be there with backup.”

“Roger that, Sam.”

I then turned back to the cadets, “Cadets, stay with Ellie, Tom, we’ll need Wallaby 2.”

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

“(Y/n)! What did I tell you?”

“You can’t keep me cooped up forever, Dad. I know what happened with Mum, and I know you blame yourself for it, but I need to have a bit of independence. Even if I have just broken my arm,” I replied, refusing to make eye contact with him, my arm was now in a cast and sling so I wasn't able to move it much.

“(Y/n)! You're alright!” That was all I heard before nearly being knocked off my feet by Sarah and James.

“Apart from a broken arm, I'm alright,” I responded to them before bending down and showing them the cast. The twins looked at me, then at each other, both smiling, as if they were having a mental conversation before Sarah turned back to me, “Can we write something on your cast?”

I giggled, “Of course, I appreciate you asking me first,” I answered, pulling out the pen I always had stashed in my pocket and handing it to Sarah, “Here.”

She smiled in response and I bent back down to their level allowing her to write something on the cast that was on my arm, before she handed the pen to her brother who also wrote something before handing me the pen back. I stood up as they ran off back to their parents and I placed the pen back in my pocket, smiling.

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“Sweet mother of Neptune…” I muttered to myself after seeing James and Sarah stuck on a ledge. I glanced down at my still cast-ridden arm, which was now covered in signatures from everyone before turning back to my cousins, “Stand back as far as you can. I’ve got an idea to get you down!”

The two of them looked down at me confused but, using my good arm, I created a slide out of ice from the ledge down to the beach, after noticing that the ledge wasn’t going to stay put for much longer, and definitely wouldn’t be there by the time the Rescue Team had arrived, “One at a time, slide down. I’ll catch you at the bottom, I promise.”

Eventually, the two of them were safely on the ground and I smiled, after realising that no one knew what had happened. That was until the two of them ran up to me and hugged me, knocking me onto the ground, “Thank you, (Y/n)!”

“No problem. Anything for you two. Can you get off of me though? You’re crushing my arm…”

Both their eyes widened and they shot off me, running back towards where I knew my aunt and uncle were waiting for them. It wasn’t until I’d stood up that I realised why they’d given that reaction to me asking them to get off me.

“(Y/n)?”

I immediately turned around and saw my father. Realising he’d probably realised what had happened, I started to rant, “Listen, I know I shouldn’t have done that. I know I should have waited for the rescue team, especially with my arm still not fully healed, but the ledge wasn’t going to hold for much longer, I had to do something. I-” I stopped talking when he brought me into a hug, “I’m proud of you, (Y/n).”

“Wait, what?!” I asked, breaking off, “I was sure I was going to get a lecture about being safe…”

“You acted out of selflessness. I saw you glance at your arm before saving them, you hesitated, not wanting to cause more damage to yourself, yet you went ahead and saved Sarah and James. I was going to save this for your birthday, but you’ve earned it. Here,” my dad spoke, pulling a piece of paper from his pocket and handing it to me. I raised an eyebrow before looking down, and realising it was a letter addressed to me. I started reading through it and once I had, I squealed, hugging my father, “R-really?! You’re actually going to let me become a firefighter?!”

“I know it’s your dream, (Y/n). It would be unfair of me to stop you.”

-----------------------18 MONTHS LATER

“Right team, I’m sure you’re all curious about why you’re all here. I’d like to introduce you to the newest member of the Fire Service.”

That was my cue. I took a deep breath before walking out from behind the wall I was standing behind, coming face to face with the team, most notably my father, “I-I’m back.”

Within a minute, I was wrapped in a hug, “(Y/n), I-you’re back. Are you alright? You look great. I’m so proud of you.”

“Alright, Dad. Please can I have my personal space?” I was soon released from the hug and I smiled, “There’s something I want to show you. If it’s alright.”

“You don’t need to ask, (Y/n).”

I smiled, “Please don’t freak out, Dad, but I have a way of controlling my ice now. While I was away, I met a friend, who, along with the help of one of our professors, made a few adjustments to my gloves,” I replied, taking said gloves out of my pocket and putting them on, hearing a couple of beeps and an automated voice, “Powers activated.” I turned my hands so my palms were facing up, “So, you see the little pads on my fingertips? The pads on my palms are touch activated, so if I do this, “I paused and double-tapped my palms with my fingers, the automated voice saying, “Powers deactivated”, “Then it activates and deactivates my ice powers. I’m not entirely sure how it works, that part was mainly Olivia, but when deactivated, no ice will leave my gloves,” I paused again and pointed my hand towards the ground, “See? It’s also equipped so when I put them on, they’ll tell me the last status of them. Like it did so when I put them on, in case I forget whether I left them activated or deactivated. They’re also made so if I triple tap on this hand, it sends a signal to the small lights on my skates, as well as my helmet, and this hand does the same but for a siren. I won’t subject you to either as they are rather loud.”

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It was a few weeks later that a massive forest fire started, requiring the whole team. Including needing to use Wallaby 2, even then, the helicopter couldn’t be used until the pioneers were out of the woods. Immediately, I was told to stay, my dad saying it was too dangerous, but I knew I had to do something, “Dad, please. I have to do something! I thought with the fact that you let me train to be a firefighter, that you’d actually let me help fight some fires! I can help with my ice, please! It’s colder than water, I’ll be able to push it back!”

“(Y/n)! You don't understand, It’s a massive fire, it's not going to listen to you!”

“You don't know that, dad. Please?”

“I do!” My father replied, “Your mother died trying to stop a fire, (Y/n)! You didn’t know that when this all happened before, it was all to had to defend and in the end, I won’t lose you all again. Now you're the only thing worth fighting for more than anything, more than anything. I'll shelter and adore you more than anything.”

“Dad, I don't need you to protect me from this. I have to do something!”

“I just don't want you to be crushed by anything like… like your mother…” my dad replied, and I could see the tears forming in the corners of his eyes. I knew he blamed himself for my mother’s death in a fire, and I knew he didn’t want to lose me the same way, “Dad… When I was young, I didn't really know you at all. I always felt so small but I heard your stories and I was enthralled. The tales about your lofty dreams, I listened breathlessly, imagining it could be me. So in the end, it's the view I had of you that showed me dreams can be worth fighting for More than anything, more than anything. I need to save my home town more than anything,” I replied back, placing a hand on his arm, “Please?”

“I've been dyin' to find out who you are.”

“I've been waiting, wanting the same thing.”

“Looks like the apple doesn't fall far,” My dad spoke, placing a hand on my head. I knew he meant my resemblance to my mother, I was practically a miniature version of her, “Took you a while,” I muttered, a smile on my face.

“I've missed that smile.”

“All that I'm hopin', now that my eyes are open is that we can start again, not be pulled apart again 'cause in the end, you are part of who I am. 

“I'll support your dream, whatever lies in store,” Dad spoke, giving me a hug.

“And who could ask for more? More than anything, more than anything, more than anything, more than anything. I'm grateful you're my daughter/father more than anything, more than anything…”

“Please can I come and help?” I asked, a final time.

“Okay.”

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“(Y/n)! We need to go, this fire is too out of control!”

“I’m not giving up. I’ve lived here my whole life, I’m not giving up on this town!” I shouted back, still using my ice powers to push the fire back.

“(Y/n). Get over here now. I am your father!”

“And I’m an independent person! I’m not going to get any closer. Please, let me keep going!”

I could see him taking a deep breath before the next few words came from his mouth, “Okay. I trust you, (Y/n), but please, if you need to retreat, do so.”

I nodded in response, going back to the fire. Eventually, the storm clouds came and put out the fire, but before I could get out of the way, I felt a heavy, what I guessed was a, tree branch, hit me and I collapsed under the pressure.

SAM’S POV

“Tom to Sam, Tom to Sam. The fire’s going out! The rain’s done it, Mate!”

“Fantastic news, Tom.”

“But, you might want to get back up here…I think it’s (Y/n), she looks like she’s been squashed with a tree branch!”

“Thanks for letting me know, Tom. Can you stay with her until I get there? I’ll bring Nurse Flood too, in case she’s hurt.”

“Roger that, Sam!”

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

When I woke up, I was lying in what I knew as a hospital bed, a familiar cast on my arm, and my whole midsection itching. Using the arm that wasn’t covered in a cast, I gently pulled up my top to see I was covered in bandages, prompting the question, What in the world happened to me? That’s when I noticed the familiar figure sitting in a nearby chair.

“Dad?”

His head shot up at my voice, “(Y/n), you’re awake. I thought you were dead. I’m so glad to see that you’re not though.”

“Me too, Dad. Me too.”

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Gonna leave this here…..