Far From A Goldfish (Mycroft X Teen!Daughter!Reader)
Characters: Mycroft X Teen!Daughter!Reader Sherlock X Niece!Reader
Universe: Sherlock
Warnings: Near death expierience, mild conversation about sex
Request: Mycroft X TeenDaughter!Reader, pretty please where? where Mycroft thinks his daughter is a trouble maker goldfish, but he finds out she's actually a bored genius just like Sherlock, but with a inteligence level that compares to his? Like, her grades are low and she always ships classes, bcs school is boring, and she learned everything there is to be learned. Maybe she could have his ability to learn languages in hours, and thinks everybody in the school is a goldfish.
The busy streets of London was something that always kept your mind busy, having to avoid traffic, avoid people not paying attention, wandering children and cyclists, and keeping an eye out for any trouble was something that kept the cogs turning in the background, giving your mind something to do as you also worked your brain on the best way to get to your uncle’s flat, and also working on a new excuse to try on your dad for why you decided to walk out of school before lunch. The truth was that it was boring, but you’d used that long ago and it didn’t work, so now it was a game of lies to see what stuck. You considered at this point using it to wind him up, and telling him it was to meet a stranger you’ve befriended on the internet.
After crossing the street and finding yourself in front of the set of flats, the door opened abruptly, and you grinned at the sight of your uncle, who grinned back. “You should be in school.” He commented.
“I would be, but they wanted us to dissect frogs. Got anything more interesting?” You asked him.
“Not right now, but how about some work experience? I could use a second pair of hands.” Sherlock suggested.
“Sounds good!” You immediately agreed, offering a hand to your uncle, who took it and you both made you way down the road, waving down a cab and climbing inside. “How long till you think my school figures out I’m missing?” You asked him, pulling your phone out, checking for any notifications, before turning off your phone.
“At least two hours, and then your father will come to the flat to find you, but we won’t be there, so I’m giving us 3 hours minimum.” Sherlock hypothesised.
“Plenty of time then.” You joked with him, sitting back in your seat.
You’d always felt more comfortable in your uncle’s presence than your father’s. You two just clicked, he understood you in a way your dad just didn’t seem to be able to. While your dad wanted you to go to school and learn there, Sherlock had picked up early on that you were curious, and you wanted to learn more, and in the rare times he was able to babysit you growing up, he exposed you to as much as he could cram into a few hours, and as you got older and able to ask to spend time with him, you did so as often as you could, knowing he could satisfy your need for knowledge, and by the time you were 13, he had taught you everything that you were now learning in school and more. The only issue with that is now you are utterly bored with school, and can’t be bothered to try.
“Have you tried talking to Mycroft about finishing school early?” Sherlock brought up right on time. You looked over at him with a bored expression.
“Yes. He immediately said no.” You told him.
“Why not?” Sherlock asked.
“Cause according to him, I’m not smart enough.” You rolled your eyes, turning your head to look out the window. You heard your uncle move in his seat to turn more towards you.
“He said what?”
“I’m not smart enough. Well, that’s what it says on my report cards. I’m failing all my classes, and all my teachers hate me because I don’t try in their classes and skip them most of the time. It’s just so… boring. I know it all, I know all the answers, and I feel like I’m being punished for it…” You explained, turning to look at your uncle, his eyebrows pressed together in frustration and mild anger. “But hey, I can’t wait to laugh in their face when I ace all my tests and prove I’m not a Goldfish.” You told him, immediately making him relax and laugh.
You soon arrived at the scene, following closely behind Sherlock as you entered the Gallery that had been shut off to the public As you reached the tape, Sherlock lifted it to go under, then held it up for you to go under as well, walking with you, an arm hovering behind you to keep you close as he leant over to you. “Notice anything odd?” He asked. He watched as your eyes lit up, examining your surroundings, looking at all the paintings and sculptures in the room, before your eyes landed on something, and your speed picked up.
“That’s a fake!” You called out, rushing to the barrier of a sculpture. “Look, the bowl of fruit it’s carrying- the authentic has apples to represent the garden of Eden as it’s meant to secretly hint she’s a demon trying to tempt people into sin by offering apples, but this one has peaches! They look similar since it’s marble, but if you look close enough you can see the shape is wrong.” You explained, pointing to it, squinting as you examined the sculpture for any other flaws. “The parting of the hair is wrong as well… it should be more uneven, sort of messy, but it’s neat… the sculpture’s been made to mock the original artist- they’ve made this to be about sex, not religion.”
“Y/N?”
“The Artist has a known history of being very conservative and showing it in his work, this work is clearly meant to infuriate and insult him- but the real question is, where’s the original?” You asked, turning to Sherlock, who was stood a few steps back, smiling rather proudly at you.
“Where do you think it would be? What sort of circumstances?” He asked you. You looked back at the sculpture for a moment, before looking back at Sherlock.
“Probably somewhere where the Artist will see it, and it’s probably been defaced or damaged- but I don’t think it’s been destroyed. Spraypainted, chipped away at… I wouldn’t rule it out that it would be decapitated… but I think the person who’s done this wants to make a point directly to the Artist… possibly to threaten him… where does the Artist live?” You inquired.
“An upstate flat deep in London.” You turned at the voice, and your heart dropped at the sight of your father, stood staring at you. You realised that you had actually heard him call your name earlier during your ramblings, but you’d ignored him, being too in the moment to care about any interruptions. You stared at him for a moment.
“...What’s opposite his flat?” You asked him.
“Another building, what does that matter?” He asked. You turned to Sherlock, who was grinning.
“Is there a ledge you could hang a sculpture on?” You asked.
“Let’s go find out. You coming along, Mycroft?”
Turns out, as expected, you were right. The statue was being hung by the neck by a collection of chains and rope, facing the window of the Artist who was now ranting or raving on the street up at the men trying to bring the statue down in one piece. On your left was your uncle, and on your right, was your dad, all three of you looking up at the statue. “Good job Y/N, solved it all by yourself.” Sherlock commented, and you nudged him.
“I know you figured it out first and just let me do it to feel special.” You joked with him.
“That doesn’t excuse you skipping school, young lady.” Mycroft reprimanded you, and you ruled your eyes.
“You know, Mycroft, if you got your head out your arse and actually spent some time with your daughter, you’d realise she’s a genius.” Sherlock commented.
“Don’t start, Sherlock, she’s failing school.”
“Because I know it all!” You huffed. “Give me my GSCE’s right now, I’ll pass just fine because I know it all! It’s hard to focus in class when you have a person drilling on about something you already know, and even know better than them.” You complained, crossing your arms, and looking back at the scene, and as you looked at it, you realised something. “Um… Dad?”
“I suspect you have something to do with that, Sherlock?” Mycroft asked.
“Of course I do, she wanted to learn something new, so I taught her it. She has a brilliant brain, and you should be nurturing it, instead you’re holding her back.” Sherlock pointed out.
“Uncle Sherlock?”
“That doesn’t give her excuse to flunk school and disrespect her teachers!” Mycroft continued to bicker, and you rolled your eyes, and decided to take action yourself, walking forward quickly. “Wait- Y/N, where are you going!?”
You walked towards the Artist, grabbing his arm and started pulling him towards his apartment complex “What are you doing, little girl?” He asked.
“Sorry sir, but considering that this was clearly an attempt to intimidate and threaten you, it’s pretty stupid of you to just stand in the middle of the street-” You were telling him, as a crash was heard, and you flinched as the sound was right where you were standing, and as you and the man looked at where you once stood, you saw the large block of marble, or what was left of it, as it was now in several pieces. “As I said… stupid.”
“Y/N!” You looked over as your dad and uncle came rushing towards you, your dad surprisingly reaching you first, pulling you into a hug. “Are you alright? Are you hurt?” He asked, checking you over for any injuries.
“She’s fine Mycroft- but you know who wouldn’t be without her deducing that he was in danger?” Sherlock pointed out, making a point to both the Artist and your father. “I highly suggest you go back to your room and call for some sort of security until we can catch him.” Sherlock told the man, who silently nodded and walked into his complex. Sherlock looked at you. “I didn’t predict that. He would have died if it wasn’t for you, Y/N. But I think you understand that it’ll be safer for you to be off this case for now.” Sherlock told you.
“I understand Uncle Sherlock. Thanks for the work experience, I appreciate it.” You smiled at him, starting to walk to the car that was waiting for you that you had taken to the location. Mycroft and Sherlock watched you go to make sure you got there alright, before Mycroft turned to Sherlock.
“She’s not an idiot, Mycroft. She’s the opposite. I’d even say she’s even smarter than me, but she’d only be that if you let her. Let her finish school early and let her pursue what she wants, she might be one of the greatest minds we’ve ever seen. If you don’t she’ll just keep sneaking around grow resentful.” He told him. Mycroft, to the untrained eye, seemed to just turn and walk away, ignoring his brother. But Sherlock knew better. He caught that subtle huff, the huff and giving in. Sherlock smiled to himself, and now focused on finishing this case.
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Too Many Jokes (Dean Winchester X Daughter!Reader) *PLATONIC
Characters: Dean Winchester X Daughter!Reader
Universe: Supernatural
Warnings: Fear of Homophobia
Request: can i request a dean x daughter!reader where she gets really mad at him for him making jokes about her being asexual. He realizes he was being a douche and they forgive each other over cherry pie.
The second the joke came out of your dad’s mouth, your mood became foul. He may have meant it as a joke and to be harmless, but this was the fifth one to day, and you’d lost count on which number you were on for the week. All the jokes were targeted at you, specifically your asexuality.
At first you liked the jokes. They started not long after you came out to your family, explaining that you didn’t have sexual attraction. Your dad had responded with the joke “At least I don’t have to worry about you getting pregnant.” But now it was weeks later, and the jokes hadn’t slowed down, and it went from funny, to annoying, to pissing you off. It went from it being like his way to show he supported you, to making fun of you.
Your uncle saw you were getting frustrated and several times had told your dad to knock it off a few times, and you had even told your dad a few times now that it wasn’t funny anymore. But he still persisted. It wasn’t a surprise that you were soon hanging by a thread, and this last joke finally cut it.
At the time you were having food at a diner, and so you got up and stormed out, and went and got in the back of the Impala. You got in the back, crossing your arms, brooding and waiting for your uncle and dad to come out. It took them a while, but soon they came out. Your dad looked a bit deflated, and your uncle gave you a smile through the window as he came around the car and got in. Your dad didn’t say anything on the drive home.
As soon as you got home, you got out the car and went immediately to your room. As you were walking away you heard your dad call your name before your uncle told him to leave you alone. Even Sam sounded fed up with him, and you didn’t have to doubt he was gonna yell at his older brother.
You shut the door to your room and jumped on your bed, grumbling with frustration. You wanted to yell at him. You were thinking about wishing that you’d never told him, which was upsetting to think about. If you hadn't told him, he wouldn’t be making these jokes. Was these jokes actually him meant to be at your expense and him passively saying he didn’t support you.
A quiet knock came from your door. “Y/n, can we talk?” Your dad asked you. You didn’t answer at first, but soon huffed, getting up and opening the door for him. You looked up at him with a rather disappointed glare before going and sitting back on your bed. “You’re really pissed off at me, huh?” You didn’t answer, just looking ahead. Dean sighed, coming and sitting down beside you. “You have every right to be angry at me… I’ve been a dick, and I’m sorry.” He apologised.
“I’ve been asking you to stop with the stupid jokes for weeks now- so has Uncle Sammy.” You grumbled, crossing your arms.
“Yeah and I should have respected that… Tell you what. We’ve got some cherry pie in the fridge, we heat it up and you can tell me exactly how you’re feeling and what you want from me. How does that sound?” He offered. You accepted by standing up and walking out to go to the kitchen and your dad followed.
You sat at the table as your dad heated it up, and soon he came over and put a slice in front of you and sat opposite you. “Alright, let loose.”
“... I used to like the jokes. But now it feels like you’re making fun of me, and it’s like you don’t accept me but won’t outright say it, in a way so that if I did bring up before now you could deny it… do you accept me?” You started. Dean leant on the table to get closer.
“Of course I do honey. You could come to me tomorrow and say you’ve figure out that you’re not asexual and you indentify as something else, and I’d still accept you. No matter what I’d love you, kid. Don’t ever doubt that… I made the jokes because I wanted you to feel comfortable around me about it, and I guess I was so concerned about wanting you to feel happy about it that I went overboard and did the opposite.” He explained, and you nodded. “So, no more jokes about asexuality?”
“You can joke about it, just… not as much?”
“Okay, what’s my limit?”
“One every two weeks. Also you can bring it up to any guy who tries to flirt with me.” You told him.
“Is that part of the test to see if he can get my approval?” Dean questioned and you nodded. “Okay… none of them are gonna get my approval anyway so…” Dean commented before taking a bite of his pie, making you laugh lightly.
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Request: idk if you're down for something like this, but maybe a thing where the reader is Selina's niece (parents are dead ofc this is DC) and something happens to Selina so bruce takes the reader in and she falls in love with one of the robins? preferably knighting or red hood? Thanks!!this is the anon who submitted the request for Selinas niece, but I was wondering if Selina could have trained the reader to be a vigilante too? named like… kitten or someting? thanks!!
“Kitten, what are you doing here? Where’s Selina?” Bruce asked when he saw you approach him in the alleyway he’d been beckoned to due to the sound of gunfire going off. He hadn’t found any blood, or anyone injured, and as he was investigating, you showed yourself.
“I fired those shots.” You informed him immediately. “I needed to get you here as soon as possible.” You explained to him. Bruce tilted his head lightly, sensing something was wrong immediately. One, you holding yourself unsure, and two, you were alone.
“What do you need?” He asked.
“Selina went out last night and she didn’t come back. She said she’d be gone for 3 hours max. I know that usually means 7 hours but… she’s not answering her phone either, and… I’ve asked some goons around and they’ve not seen her either.” You explained to him. Bruce sighed. That wasn’t good.
“Okay. Come on.” Bruce told you, and you followed behind him to the car, and he took you back to the cave. He wanted to go out and look for her immediately, having no doubt that she was in danger, but he knew he had to look out for you first, knowing full well if Selina found out he put her needs in front of yours, she’d never forgive him.
You were more than a sort of side kick to the Catwoman. You were her niece, and Selina had took you in after your parents had been killed. It was Gotham, unfortunately this was more common that anyone liked. Sure Selina wasn’t the best role model, having taught you had to pick locks, steal and to lie, but she was a damn good guardian. She made sure you attended school, and now university, had a plan for the future, and she for the most part kept you out of her ‘side job’, though you had helped her enough to have met the Batfamily, and of course know their real identities. You had gone to school with Jason and Dick. Talking of Jason...
“Is Jason gonna be there?” You asked him as he drove, and he couldn’t help but chuckle. Ah, he knew about the… relationship between you and his second oldest. It had started the exact minute you two met for the first time. Jason was still Robin and Selina had took you out for some experience, and had been caught. When he was done telling off Selina and they finished their conversation, he finally noticed Jason and you had gone to a corner to talk, and when Selina called you back to her side, you’d stuck your tongue out at each other, before saying you’d see him later. Whenever you ran into Bruce since then, you always asked about Jason and if he was present, you and Jason went and did your own thing, usually causing mischief. When Jason died, you sort of fell of the radar, focussing on your studies and finishing school before continuing to higher education, and becoming very distant from Selina’s work. Bruce was proud of you for it, Selina even more. When Jason came back, despite you now being a hard working student with a bright future, and Jason being a vigilante who distanced himself from his family to work alone and to therefor kill, you two inevitable ended up back by each other’s side, this time with romantic feelings in the mix. Anything actually concrete had yet to be announced, but both Bruce and Selina, as well as all of Jason’s siblings knew it was inevitable.
“ I have no doubt that when we let him know he’ll be right over to make sure you’re alright.” Bruce lightly teased with you, hearing a soft giggle from you, making him smile, before you fell silent for a moment. “I will find her, Y/N. I promise.”
“What if you can’t? What if…”
“Then you have us.”
He got you to the batcave, and as soon as the others saw you, Tim was on the comms to tell Jason you were there, while Dick came up to ask what was wrong. Bruce gave a rundown, and Alfred got you something warm to drink, and it wasn’t long after that Jason arrived, stumbling off his bike to get to you quicker. “Hey, you okay?” He asked you, putting a hand on your shoulder and the other being used to examine your face.
“Yeah… Selina’s missing though.” You told him.
“I’m going out to find her. Jason I want you to stay with Y/N to make sure she doesn’t go off my herself.” Bruce told his son. Usually telling him to stay behind started an argument, but this time he only nodded and started walking you upstairs.
“You sure it’s okay to leave those two lovebugs here alone?” Dick asked, getting a smirk from Damian.
“Maybe they’ll finally admit they love each other.” Bruce simply answered, getting the equipment he needed and starting to head out again, the rest of his kids following after him to start the search for your aunt.
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Request: Seeking Help pt3? You didn’t add some of the stuff requested for pt2 so the rest of it: “the Brotherhood attacks…and she encounters Victor (I’d love to see how long it takes him to figure it out & how he’d react)…how would the rest of the XMen react to Reader…how does Logan react to Victor” probably the X-men part first then the other two. Thank you if you do!
It was the first time that the alarms had even gone off in the school while you had been there, and you were confused at first, wondering if it was some sort of fire alarm, until you saw other students running deeper into the school. You slowly got up from your seat in the library, but didn’t follow, instead going into the hallway to watch as everyone ran deeper into the school.
Logan, your uncle, rounded the corner on the opposite end of the hallways where all the other kids were heading, seeing you and rushing to you, grabbing your hand and pulling you along. “What’s going on?” You asked him as you struggled to keep up with his fast pace. “Logan?”
“The Brotherhood is here. Go with the others.” Logan instructed, leading you to the crowd of students waiting to go through a singular doorway that seemed to do downstairs.
“The brotherhood? Isn’t my dad with them?”
“Yes, which is the exact reason you’re gonna bunker down and stay down there till it’s safe.” Logan told you. “I’m serious Y/N. Get in the bunker, stay in the bunker.” He said before he turned and rushed to go help whoever and probably deal with the threat.
You stayed in line, waiting to go in for only about 5 seconds, before you left it to follow after your uncle and maybe get some answers.
Logan never told you a lot about your father. You knew he was called Victor, your mutation was almost identical to his, and he wasn’t a good person. But that was all you knew, all that Logan told you. You’d tried pressing for more information, and while Logan had almost lost his temper with you several times, he always caught himself, took a deep breath, put his hands on your shoulders and promised you that you didn’t want to know the details.
You got the front door of the manor, and slowly opened the door, hearing the sound of conversation outside, sounding like Xavier and someone else talking to each other from a distance. You peaked out, seeing the backs of your uncle, the professor, Hank, Jean, Scott, and several of your other teachers and the selected students on the xmen training course. “I’d prefer it if we didn’t do this so close to my school, Erik.” Charles requested. You looked past them, able to see some people but not able to work out who they were, their faces concealed from the forms in front of you.
You flinched a little at how quick your uncle’s claws unsheathed. “Not another step.” He had growled at one of them. There was a second of a pause before your uncle went into a sprint and a second later his body collided with another man’s and blood immediately began to shed.
“Logan!” You called, ignoring any changer as you ran down the steps and past the others who tried stop you as you reached out, unleashing your own claws and digging them into the back of the attacker of your uncle, forcing him off as best as you could with the increased strength of your mutation, making him roll once before he steadied himself. You stood in front of your uncle, fully ready to fight the man.
The man looked up at you, and his eyes were cold, and you tried not to shiver and back away. You kept your nails long and spread open your fingers like a claw, and only then did you notice… the man had the same mutation as you. The man was Victor. The man was your father.
You could see Victor take a step before he seemed to also register your mutation, and stop. You put on your best glare at him, daring him to take another step, though you knew he could probably kill you quickly, even with the healing factor. Just looking at him, you started to understand what Logan meant by him not being a good person. You could feel it radiating off him.
“Y/N. Get behind me. Now.” Logan had stood up, and forced his arm in front of you to push you back. Logan started to back away as well to make you go further back, until you felt Jean pull you back further and you were standing with the x men. A silence fell on both sides as the Brotherhood realised exactly who you were.
“What is your name?” Erik had spoken out to you. Logan stood directly in front of you when he said that, taking deep breaths. “How long have you been keeping this a secret, Charles?”
“She is a student and her safety comes first, and I trust her uncle to ensure that remains true.” Charles responded. Logan by this point had retracted the claws on one of his hands and reached behind him, letting you hold his hand, and your other hand you had clasped onto his jacket. You kept your head down, resting lightly on his back. “I think we can both agree that girl’s safety would not be Victor’s top priority.”
“I should still be able to see my daughter.” Victor spoke up.
“That’s her decision.” Logan spoke up, and Logan half turned to look at you, and you looked back up at him. He didn’t say anything, the question very obvious purely through his expression. ‘Do you want to see him?’ You shook your head quickly. Logan turned back to the front. “The jury’s in. Fuck off, leave her alone.”
Logan turned, pulling you away from the confrontation, and into the manor, heading into the direction of the bunker door. “M’sorry for not listening.” You mumbled, knowing he was probably angry with you.
“He could have killed you, Y/N. That could have turned into an actual fight between everyone, and you could have been caught in the crossfire. Next time the brotherhood show up, you hide.” He scolded as he pulled you along. You lowered your head, until you reached the bunker door, and Logan stopped, turned, and picked you up in a hug. It was sudden and abrupt, and surprising coming from him, but you soon wrapped your arms around him as well. “You’re my responsibility, I’m not gonna let him near you, and I’m not gonna let anything happen to you.” He promised before plopping you back down. “Now go bunker down, and don’t come out until it’s safe, got that?” He pointed at you and you smiled and nodded, opening the door and going down the stairs. Some of your friends had noticed your absence and had waited on the stairs down for you, and they soon pulled you down into the bunker to wait it out.
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Characters: Sherlock X Daughter!Reader, Mycroft X Niece!Reader
Universe: Sherlock
Warnings: Neglect
Request: Idk if you still do Sherlock stuff but if you do can you do a Sherlock x daughter!reader, she runs away to mycrofts bc she doesn't think Sherlock is paying any attention to her? And he and John ki da freak out cause she's not there but they eventually find her at his brothers house.
You had hesitated to pick up the phone when it had started to ring, your uncle’s contact showing up. You ended up biting your lip and clicking the green button and putting it to your ear. “Hi Uncle Mycroft.” You answered.
“Hello Y/N.” He greeted warmly like he always did. He never answered boredly or coldly, always warm and you could feel his smile through the phone of hearing your voice. It didn’t matter how bad of a day he had, he still called you every day and if possible came and saw you. You liked that. You could always rely on him… which is why you’re doing what you’re doing now. “How are you? What did you have for dinner?”
“I um… I haven’t had dinner… Uncle Mycroft?” You asked him.
“Yes my dear?”
“Can you open your door? Please?”
You heard rushed footsteps over the phone before he tore open his door, taking in the sight of you alone with just a backpack. You gave a sheepish smile and ended the call. Mycroft reached out, putting an arm around you and ushering you in, no questions asked. “Are you hungry? I’ve got something for you- need anything else? How did you get here?” He asked you, walking you to his kitchen, pulling out a chair to sit you down in before he rushed to the cupboards.
“I walked here.” You admitted after sitting down, and his search for food for you came to a halt as he turned to you.
“You… walked? From the apartment? That’s roughly 10 miles! It’s pitch black outside, what if something happened to you, what if someone tried to hurt you? You should have called, I would have come got you!” He scolded out of pure worry, a hand on his hip.
“I’m sorry but…”You started before looking sheepish. “You’re the only one who would care if something happened to me.” You told him, looking down at the table, your hands fumbling with your sleeves under the table. There was silence for a moment, before Mycroft came and slid into the seat beside you.
“What makes you say that?” He inquired.
“Dad doesn’t care about me… He won’t even look at me, the last time he looked at me was to yell at me because I got frustrated and raised my voice, and that was like a week ago… I’ve tested it, you know? Just sitting there and seeing when he’d talk to me without me initiating it and he… he never did. John asks how I am at least, sometimes asked why I look upset but it’s not his job to care, but he’s doing a better job then dad and… I don’t feel loved there, but I know you care about me… can I stay here for a little bit? I promise I won’t get in your way, I just can’t be there anymore.” You begged to your uncle, who listened intently, a frown on his face as he reached and took your hand, giving you a squeeze.
“You can stay for as long as you’d like… Now, let’s get you some food.”
Mycroft made sure you got to school safely and promised to pick you up that afternoon, and then he waited. He requested from his assistant that if his brother called, to transfer Sherlock to him immediately. He thought maybe he’d call in the morning when he realised he hadn’t seen you get up for school, but apparently not… soon Mycroft had gone to your school, picked you up and drove you home, and it was when you were sat doing homework with Mycroft sat beside you trying to offer some help when the phone rang. By that point he’d nearly forgotten.
“Mycroft? Have you heard from Y/n? I haven’t seen her and I’m worried-” It was Sherlock, and Mycroft visibly tensed, and you noticed, looking up at him. Mycroft gave you a look to give you the answers you were looking for, and you looked down and continued with your homework, and he pardoned himself from your presence.
“She’s with me. She has been since last night.” He informed his brother, who was quick to silence. “She showed up in the middle of the night. She walked here, Sherlock. Anything could have happened to her, Sherlock, we live in London for god’s sake!” He hissed over the phone though he tried to keep his voice under a certain volume to assure you didn’t hear. Again, silence. “What did it take for you to finally pay her an ounce of attention to notice you hadn’t seen her in 24 hours?”
“...Is she alright?”
“... She’s fine, she’s doing homework, and she wants to stay here for the time being. I suggest not showing up unannounced because you’ll just make her upset right now… what the hell are you playing at, Sherlock? She’s your daughter and from what she’s told me you’ve only looked in her vicinity this past week to yell at her, she’s feeling neglected and that’s because she is. What happened to promising that she’d be your first priority no matter what?”
“I’m sorry-”
“It’s not me you should be apologising to!” Mycroft snapped, finally raising his voice, before realising and looking back to make sure he hadn’t disturbed you. “Don’t come around immediately. Let me talk to her. The last thing we need is her getting upset and taking off again.” He said and hung up, not waiting for a goodbye. He sighed, putting his hands on his hips and wondering how long it would take for you to agree to talk to your father, if that was even possible.
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Request: Sam Winchester x daughter!reader where hes there parent and they get hurt on a hunt or kidnapped or something and hes just very worried? (Sorry this is super vague I'm just soft for parental!winchesters)
Things had gone to hell. Everything seemed to have gone wrong. Your uncle Dean pissed off some other Hunters who were hunting for the same thing as he and your dad were, which then led to you trying to smooth it over with them despite you just being a kid yourself, and that led to them using you as bait for the monster...getting killed in the process. Then your dad and uncle arrived to kill it, only for it to have a last hurrah and slash you pretty badly, right in front of them. You could still vividly remember your dad screaming your name and the sound of a gun going off before you hit the ground.
Now, all you felt was hell.
Your senses had returned one by one, but the first was the feeling of pain. Sore, stinging pain, and then you heard your own groaning, gaining the strength to reach for the pain, only to feel someone grab your arm softly and pull it away. “Don’t touch it, sweetheart.” Your father’s voice told you in a soft but tired tone. You squinted as soon as you opened your eyes to look for him, quickly finding him by the reassuring hand petting your head, sending a smile. “Hey.”
“Hi…” You smiled at him, surprising yourself by how raspy your voice was. You tried to look around more, soon noticing the painfully white walls and your ears finally registering the beeping of a heart monitor and you realised that you had not lost your sense of smell, everything was just sterile; you were in a hospital. “What happened?” You asked, starting to be able to properly open your eyes, and you noticed the absence of your uncle. “Is Uncle Dean hurt too? Is he-”
“Hey, he’s fine. Just focus on yourself okay… what do you remember?” He asked you. Your shoulders slumped.
“Me being a idiot… I tried to patch things up with those hunters so they’d have our backs, but they used me as bait and in the process got themselves killed…” You admitted. “I know it was stupid of me to do that, before you say anything… but you and dad have enough enemies, the last you need is some hunters hating you so I wanted to try and fix it.” You explained to him.
“You’re too good for your own good, you know that?” Your father chuckled, kissing your head. You smirked in response.
“Wonder who I got that from.”
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Should Have Known (Dean Winchester X Daughter!Reader)
Characters: Dean Winchester X Daughter!Reader, Sam Winchester X Niece!Reader
Universe: Supernatural
Warnings: Coma, mention of possibility of braindead.
Request: Can u do a Dean x daughter reader? And like she get hurt really bad and is in a coma for like a month.
Sam had his eyes on his older brother through the window, who’s eyes were on you. “No, there’s been no change.” Sam informed Bobby, who was on the phone with him “Dean’s not sleeping and I’m worried.” He whispered through the phone. Sam was worried not only for Dean but you, his niece. Dean’s daughter.
“Can you blame him? He’s probably terrified that she’s gonna die on him if he’s not there and when he sleeps he’s probably having nightmares about it.” Bobby excused. Sam nodded, not that Bobby could see it. He paced the hallway, looking back through the window each time he passed, still seeing Dean watching you intently with a hand on yours. “I’ll come up this afternoon. He might take a break if us two swear to watch her. If not I’ll force some food in him and slip some sleeping pills in or something. Have you tried bribing a nurse to sedate him?” Bobby asked, trying to add humour to the dark situation.
“Yeah, they say since he’s not the patient they can’t do that… What if she doesn’t wake up, Bobby? It’ll kill him.” Sam fussed, looking back. Dean still hadn’t moved. “It’s been a month.”
“But she has made improvement.” Bobby reminded. “Go talk with him.” He ordered and hung up. Sam sighed, entering the room. Dean didn’t look up, only keeping to stroke your hand.
“Do you know when the tests will be back?” Dean asked. Sam gulped, tucking his hands into his pockets.
“I asked her nurse, she said there was no… nothing’s changed, Dean.” Sam answered. Dean subtly nodded. Sam’s eyes fell onto you.
You were still beside your steady breathing, with a nasal cannula and a normal one in your arm to supply you with the liquids you needed. However, the sight was a lot more reassuring compared to two weeks ago when you weren’t breathing on your own and needed a breathing tube. That, added with the fact that the doctors were concerned that you were actually braindead, explaining why you weren’t breathing on your own, had everyone, especially your father, devastated. When the nurse suggested trying to see if you can breathe on your own, the problems clear, Dean was hesitant and nearly refused it until Sam pointed out that if you were able to breathe then it meant you had brain activity. Your oxygen level did dip when they removed the tube, it soon came back up and Dean immediately started crying.
“Do you think she’ll forgive me? What if she doesn’t remember me or-” Dean started.
“Then we’ll work through it when we get there. And you’re her dad, she’ll forgive you within a heartbeat.” Sam tried to assure.
“It’s my fault she’s here.” He insisted, and Sam fell silent. “I shouldn’t have put her in charge of salting and burning that body, if I had known that the ghost would come and attack her then-”
“But you didn’t know.”
“But I should have!” Dean’s eyes snapped to his brother. “We've been doing this since we were kids, and she’s only been doing this here and there, I should have known- hell, it’s happened before!” He pointed out. Sam was about to try and assure him before Dean’s head shot back to you. Sam went on high alert, seeing Dean in shock. “Y/n?” He asked, standing but not moving his hand that was in yours. “Sam go get a doctor or nurse, I think she just squeezed my hand.” He informed him, Dean’s spare hand going to your face to stroke your cheek. “Y/N, do it again, please.” He begged. Sam stood wide eyed, watching your hand intently, and sure enough he saw your hand lightly squeeze Dean’s. He turned, left the room and searched the hallways until he saw a nurse and called her over. By the time she got there, hearing that you were squeezing your father’s hand, she entered to see your head move to face your father. She sounded the alarm for more help.
Sam got his phone out again while Dean continued to talk to you, a smile erupting on his face, hearing you groan in response to him saying your name before you opened your eyes, immediately meeting your fathers. “Hey sweet pea, how are you feeling?” He asked you. Sam had his phone to his ear as it rang.
“...Dad…” You whispered with a raspy voice as a doctor and several nurses rushed around you, checking vitals. “Did I do good?” You asked. God, you didn’t even remember your time unconscious. Your eyes drifted around, looking at your surroundings. “Dad, why…”
“Hey, don’t worry about it okay, just relax, I’ll explain when you’re a little better. You did great, you hear me? You did great and I’m so proud of you. Just relax.” Dean told you, making you focus back on him. It was only then that Sam heard Bobby calling his name into the phone, worried that the sudden call and Dean’s distant voice through the phone meant bad news.
“What’s going on, Sam!?” Bobby was practically screaming.
“She’s awake. Y/n is awake. She’s talking, she- she’s awake, Bobby.” Sam exclaimed happily, nearly laughing watching as Dean kissed your head and held you in a hug. You must have heard Bobby cheering over the phone because you let out a little giggle.
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Warnings: Spoilers of early seasons, mentions of what the Winchesters went through
Request: If there's still room, do you mind doing a Dean Winchester x daughter!reader where the girl (15-16) is a lot like season 1 Dean? Like the kid and her mom (an old flame of Dean's) run into the Winchesters when they end up on the same hunt as the Winchesters. Like she winks at the pretty girl she's trying to save, sassy, wearing a leather jacket, making bad jokes, and overall just is a bi disaster and Dean's reaction to it all. Thank you and I absolutely adore your work!
As soon as Dean saw you, he knew. Hell, he probably would have known without your mother, an old flame from when he and she were teenagers, identifying you as your teenage daughter, and also his daughter. If he’d just met you he would have known. You were quite literally a little him before he got dragged to hell, lost dad and discovered heaven was real. You were him before this life consumed him.
He finally met you after Dean and Sam were called in to help a group of hunters deal with a large group of werewolves- among those hunters was your mother. Like your father and uncle, she had been raised in the business of killing the supernatural, though her family had been hunting for generations. Because of that, you were classed as one of the hunters, despite you not even reaching your father’s shoulders yet. Everything about that didn’t sit right with Dean immediately. Yeah, he didn’t know you existed until five minutes ago, but like hell was he gonna allow you to just go out there and be in danger.
It took a lot of convincing, bribing and even arguing for the group to finally allow you to stay back, excusing it as backup if things went haywire or to be in shape if the rest weren’t when they came back and would need some medical assistance.
It was the night before the hunt, and all the hunters had gathered at a hunter’s house since it was close to the territory. Some drank, some talked about plans for tomorrow, and some talked about past hunts. You were telling some story about one of your firsts hunts where you got a headshot and saved some girl. Dean and Sam were eavesdropping, now you talking about how hot that girl was and about the fact that you go see her whenever you’re in the area.
“Yep. She’s definitely yours.” Sam chuckled, while Dean was looking at you as you were showing pictures you took with her.
“What do I do?” Dean asked, mostly to himself. “I can’t just move on and act like this never happened. That she isn’t here, right now, and that she’s my daughter. Does she even know?” Dean asked.
“You could ask her mom? Talk about maybe seeing her more often, maybe her even coming to visit us from time to time?” Sam recommended.
“I never wanted this if I had a kid. For them to be part of this… the fact that she’s in the very brunt of it all, on hunts, killing things, and it’s all she’s ever known…” Dean frowned, watching as you laughed and joked with the adults like you were one of them, even having a drink in your hand, before you caught Dean’s eye and he looked away.
“She’s coming over here.” Sam warned quietly, and Dean gulped, being able to hear your footsteps coming up to where they were sitting, stopping in front of them. “Hey Y/N.” Sam greeted.
“Hey. Mind if I talk to him real quick?” You requested. Dean looked up a little as Sam nodded and excused himself and you took his place. “Noticed yous staring at me like a disapproving father.” You told him, resting your head in your hand and crossing your legs. Dean gulped, struggling to keep your eye contact. “I know you’re my dad, and I know you know.” You informed him with a sigh. That made it a bit easier for him.
“How long have you known?” He asked you, finally able to look at you and you shrugged nonchalantly.
“I dunno. I asked mom about you and she told me everything she could, answered my questions as best she could. She even gave me your number in case I wanted to call you or something.” You informed him.
“Why didn’t you call? Were you scared?” He asked you. You nearly scoffed at the possibility of being scared.
“No. But mom always said I acted like you, and I know how I can be at times, and I decided I didn’t want that as a father figure. But now… looking at you… you’re nothing like that. Something happened. Or several things.” You examined him, clearly wanting answers.
“I died. I went to hell, got tortured… died a few more times, lost Sammy a few times as well… this life wears you down.” He dryly chuckled at the end. “And now seeing you…” Dean looked up, finally making eye contact. “Seeing you being just like me in almost everyway… seeing you in this room, being called a Hunter, being raised like this… it scares me to death that you’re gonna end up like me or worse, and I don’t want that for you.”
He saw that slight cockiness in your eyes soften and it was like he wasn’t looking at himself anymore. He saw an actual kid. His kid. “I wish I was a normal kid as well sometimes, but we both know that’s not gonna work… thanks for convincing the group to let me skip this hunt… I’ve been shit scared of werewolves since one tried to break into our motel room when I was six before mom killed it. Worried I might freeze up.” You admitted, being a little quieter, probably not wanting the neighbouring hunters to hear your speech of weakness, but Dean smiled. It was a sympathetic, sad smile, but a sad smile all the same.
“Even if I couldn’t, I’d be right there to make sure you were alright… How would you feel in coming to visit sometime? We’ve got a bunker so no moving around motel to motel, or we could just… I dunno, do whatever fathers and daughters do to bond.” He asked, making you laugh a little.
“That sounds cool. If I’m staying can I have pie?” You asked him. You saw his eyes light up like a light bulb.
“Oh you’re definitely my kid.”
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