Queenie: {Tina} was all in a tizzy anyway, ’cause of you.
Newt: Me?
Queenie: Yeah, you, Newt. It was in Spellbound. Here—I brought it for you— “Newt Scamander with fiancée, Leta Lestrange; brother, Theseus; and unknown woman.”
*SPOILERS FOR THE NEW FANTASTIC BEASTS FILM UP AHEAD*
[Part 1]
alfredo-warrior said: Could you possibly make a sequel? It’s fine if you can’t
Summary: A year has past since New York, Reader made her way up the ladder with news going back to England that she had helped capture Grindlewald in New York. She and Newt haven’t seen each other since New York until he tries to leave the country, illegally.
Character(s): Newt Scamander, Jacob Kowalski
Warning(s): Spoilers for the Fantastic Beasts and the Crimes of Grindlewald!
Note: Reader is from the Noble House of Black.
Word Count: 832
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It had been a year since New York. Newt’s book had been published but he had been banned from travelling internationally since being blamed for the destruction of New York, which they were wrong about on two accounts. This led him to take desperate measures to get to Paris for multiple reasons, the main being to see Tina and explain that the stupid article was wrong.
“Thirty galleons to leave the country. Another twenty to keep me from seeing Newt Scamander leaving the country illegally. The price of fame, pal.”
Newt and Jacob shared a look before a familiar voice broke through the breeze.
“Breaking the law again, Mr Scamander?”
The two men turned around to see the familiar face of [Y/N] Black looking very smug behind them. Despite being a teenager, she looked very mature and grown up. Her long coat, similar to Newt’s but black, billowed behind due to the wind. Her hands were stuffed in her pockets, adding to the air of casual elegance that all Black’s seemed to possess. Her eyes glimmered and twinkled with mischief and something else that Newt couldn’t quite figure out.
Jacob looked ecstatic to see the witch and clapped his hands together with a cry of joy, “The gangs back together, again! It’ll just be like New York!”
Jacob moved forward to hug the young Black only for Newt to grab his shoulder, quite quickly. Jacob looked back at Newt confused only to see the wizard look at the witch with a nervous, scared look. Newt had heard of [Y/N]’s quick raise within the ranks since they had returned to England from New York. He had seen how powerful and talented she was during their travels but he heard she had become stronger and was a force to be reckoned with.
The Ministry were watching him, he didn’t have a doubt in his mind that [Y/N] could’ve have been watching him since leaving the meeting about his travel ban. The two had been friends when travelling together, both considered disgraces to their families, they had been able to relate to one another. But [Y/N] had worked hard to get to the position she was currently in within the Auror’s.
Those cunning folk use any means to achieve their ends.
The two old travel companions stared each other down while Jacob looked desperately between the two.
“Newt, what’s wrong? It’s [Y/N]!” Jacob forced a laugh, “She’s a friend, right, [Y/N]?”
[Y/N] didn’t respond. She held a famous unreadable expression that was well known through out the Black family. Despite being considered a disgrace among her family, she had all the physical characteristics one associates with a Black. Newt couldn’t tell if this [Y/N] was friend or foe.
“I had a hunch you’d be up to something.” She stated, beginning to walk towards them, “Where are you heading this time?”
“P-Paris…” Newt stammered.
He knew better than to lie to [Y/N] as she was incredibly good at reading people, which had saved him many times only a year ago. You’d think she was a Legilimen from how accurate she was.
“I see, the city of love,” Newt blushed slightly at the knowing look she was giving him, “Funny that Miss Goldstein is also in Paris, pure coincidence, I’m sure.”
Her face went from smug to stone cold, “Credence is also there, did you know that?”
Newt swallowed thickly, “[Y-Y/N], please-”
She was in front of him now, pulling something from her pocket. Newt raised his hands and closed his eyes, he worried what she would do to him and Jacob. Maybe she would give them mercy since they had been friends in the past and obliviate Jacob properly.
“Thank you, my dear.” The gruff voice of the man that had been watching the whole interaction silently from behind the two men said.
Newt opened his eyes and turn around to see the exchange of galleons from [Y/N] to the man. Newt was opening and closing his mouth like a goldfish trying to form words only for [Y/N] to speak.
“I read your book.” She spoke, softly, “You didn’t need to write that part about me, you know?”
Newt awkwardly shuffled the handle of his case in his hands, “It’s all true. I wouldn’t have been able to do any of it with out you, [Y/N].”
[Y/N] tilted her head back and blinked her eyes, her heart swelled with happiness.
[Y/N] spun around on her heel to face the two older men with a childish smirk on her face, “If your going to Paris then you’ll need a translator, won’t you? Good thing my mother taught me how to speak French, fluently.”
Jacob’s face looked as if it would split in two, “Really?”
“Oui, monsieur!” [Y/N] added a playful wink.
Jacob punched the air in excitement while Newt was flabbergasted, “You’re coming with us?”
[Y/N] smiled gently at the younger Scamander, “It is always an honour to be able to work with you, Mr Scamander.”
Summary: Being Tony’s assistant and him finding out that you’re a single parent and wants to help out.
Character(s): Tony Stark
Warning(s): None
Word Count: 1,419
Being Tony’s personal assistant was, to say the least, difficult. He knew he was difficult but something about you reassured him that you could handle him. And he was completely right, you were perfect. You were always patient with him but you knew when he was going too far and when to put a stop to something. You made sure he went to all of his meetings and that every deadline was met on time. You were incredibly smart, which raised a consistant question in Tony’s mind: Why didn’t you go to university? Why are you working in a job that is so far below you?
He obviously had to do a background check on you. You were a perfect student and had the best results that would make any parent proud. But you had dropped out; why? That was the question that he needed to be answered. So, he asked you; believing there should be no lies between you two.
You gave a shrug and a vague answer, “I made a lot of stupid mistakes that caused me to leave.”
He decided to leave the topic alone as he could tell you weren’t going to tell him. It was nearly two years after he had asked did he finally get his answer. You hadn’t turned up to the Avengers Tower early like you usually did. You didn’t even come to work which wasn’t like you, at all. You hadn’t even texted Tony a reason why. He knew you couldn’t be sick as you usually came in only to be sent straight back home.
After waiting for another hour for you to come in was when Tony jumped up and grabbed his car keys, making his way to your apartment. He had dropped you home from work a couple of times so he knew the way. The building wasn’t amazing, or even good, and looked it was about to topple over at any moment. Tony double check his car was locked as he knew the neighbourhood was a rough one. Someone was kind enough to hold the building door open for him so he didn’t even need to get buzzed in.
He knew the floor and number due to having your address in your file. When he finally reached your door he gave it three chaps. The door opened slightly due to the chained lock preventing opening it any further. One of your [E/C] eyes peeked through the small gap and widened at the sight of your boss staring back at you.
“Mr Stark?” You gasped before slamming the door.
“You know I don’t like you calling me that. It makes me sound ol-Whoa!” Tony was cut off when you roughly pulled him into your apartment.
You quickly slammed the door behind you and glared at your boss. You were furious, why would he just turn up to your place? He was breaking bounds that you two had set up years ago to avoid the invasion of privacy.
“Why are you here, Mr Stark?” You growled.
Tony held up his hands, “Okay, first of all, don’t call me ‘Mr Stark’”, he done quotation marks with his fingers, “Second of all, I was worried something had happened to you,” your gaze softened at the sentiment, “And lastly,” he pointed to the breakfast bar, “who’s the kid?”
Sitting with jaw hanging in awe, in his onesie, was your son, [S/N]. He was a massive fan of the Avengers and you hadn’t told him that Iron Man was your boss. His adorable face looked like it was Christmas morning.
“Mommy, you’re friends with Iron Man?” [S/N] mumbled still in disbelief as he continued to stare at one his heroes.
“Oh, this is your son – Wait.” Tony mind quickly linked everything together and his face would have been more amusing if you weren’t panicking internally about the whole situation.
“Mr Stark, I’m really sorry but [S/N]’s babysitter wasn’t able to come and look after him. I promise I’ll do overtime, with no pay, to make up for today and I’ll come in tomorrow, okay, promise!” You said as you literally shoved the billionaire out of the door.
You collapsed against the door and slid down it into a crumbling heap as [S/N] waddled over to you. He sat down in front of you with slices of orange clutched tightly in his hand.
“Mommy,” He whispered and shuffled on his butt closer to you, “Mommy, are you a secret superhero?”
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You kept your promise and did overtime by starting much earlier than usual. The babysitter was enraged at the time you had asked them to arrive at your home at but you promised them that you would pay triple than usual. That seemed to make them more than happy to help you out.
You had been avoiding Tony all day, which unusually hadn’t been hard. The reason for you avoiding your boss was because you didn’t want to get fired. You had kept [S/N] a secret because other employers thought you were irresponsible due to your teen pregnancy. [S/N] wasn’t planned but he wasn’t from a one night stand either. You loved [S/N]’s father but he was in the military, fighting for his country. You really needed a job to prevent your family becoming homeless so decided against tell Tony about your son. And with him now discovering your secret, you were sure you were as good as fired.
But it seemed that Tony hadn’t turned up as you hadn’t heard or seen him all that morning. When you saw Happy walk by your office you quickly chased after him.
“Happy, hey!” He turned around at the sound of you calling him, “Have you seen Tony anywhere or spoken to him today?”
Happy smiled like he knew something you didn’t, “He’s playing in the lab.” He said before continuing on his way.
The way Happy said the whole sentence sounded like Tony was doing something extremely dangerous or something that would make you angry or both. You wasted no time in rushing to the lab. You burst into the room and almost tripped over your own feet at the sight before you.
In front of you were your son and Tony playing with a remote controlled car that you had never seen before. [S/N] was beaming as he controlled the car to whiz around on the floor. Tony noticed you due to dramatic entrance and couldn’t help but chuckled at your expression. You were opening and closing your mouth like a goldfish, unsure of how to approach the scene.
“W-What’s happening?” You stammered out as you looked wide eyed at Tony.
“Uncle Tony came by and asked if I wanted to build a car!” [S/N] exclaimed excitedly, bouncing up and down on his bum.
You screw up your face, “Uncle Tony?”
“Yeah, he made that up himself,” Tony said as he got up and walked over to you, leading you out of the lab, “Be right back, scamp!”
You stood in front of each other with the lab door closed. You were beyond confused as to what was happening. You were also worried you’d have to take the remote controlled car home which you knew would destroy your apartment and also keep [S/N] up all night. Your train of thought was broken by Tony holding out a key to you. You gently took it from him, puzzled as what it was for.
“It’s for your new apartment.” Tony answered your silent question.
“What?” You questioned softly.
“Well, I bought an apartment on a whim and I don’t need so I’m giving it to you. Its closer to work and a much better place to live. I’m your landlord now, of sorts,” You gaped at him but he continued, “Also, [S/N] can come to work with you. He’s a smart kid; he needs a place to boost his potential meaning he needs to work in the lab with me.”
You had tears welling up in your eyes as you held the key close to your chest. Tony opened his mouth again but was cut off by you fling your arms around him and pulling him into a hug. He was quick to rub soothing circles into your back as silent, happy tears ran down your flushed cheeks and soaked into his t-shirt.
“You’re welcome.” He said with a smile making you laugh into his shoulder.
Summary: Reader is a newish Auror and is set the task of being Newt Scamander’s bodyguard while he travels around the world to write his book. Reader is excited for her first assignment and with it being so important but her colleagues disagree. Scamander brothers over hears everything.
Character(s): Newt Scamander, Theseus Scamander
Warning(s): None
Note: Reader is from the Noble House of Black.
Word Count: 1,546
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No one tells you that working towards your dream is easy but the feeling of satisfaction is something they tell you. [Y/N] could proudly say that the feeling was amazing. She sacrificed so much to become an Auror, she even got disowned by her family for befriending and being romantically involved with a Muggle. Despising being an Auror, she was looked down upon and sneered at by her colleagues due to her family being mostly made up of Dark Wizards. That and also the fact most of her co-workers were middle-aged men while she was young woman barely in her twenties.
She was sometimes given silly jobs by her superiors that were pointless and she was at the lowest level of the Auror Office but she got through it with a smile. Everyone had to start somewhere, even her idol started at the bottom and worked his way up. She knew her opportunity would come along, just like the muggle saying, ‘all good things come to those that wait!’ and she would rehearse that in her mind whenever her colleagues snickered at her. However, she was starting to lose hope thinking she would end being nothing more than an assistant to her co-workers forever but that was when her luck started to change course.
She was packing up her things, getting ready to head home for the night, when an owl landed on her desk. She gave the bird a treat as payment and tickle under its beak before it flew off. She opened the letter that the owl had brought her, it read:
Dear Miss Black,
Please make your way to my office – immediately.
Justus Pilliwickle
Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement
[Y/N] swallowed thickly with her eyes wide as she quickly scrambled for her stuff before sprinting through the Ministry to get to the office of Mr Pilliwickle. She pinched her nose and tried to hold her breath when she entered the lift as it was covered in owl droppings. She hoped they found a better method of sending messages soon as she was sure she would pass out from the smell one day. She gasped when the doors finally opened and she was standing before the door of Mr Pilliwickle’s office.
She took a deep breath as she chapped the door and opened it when she heard a voice telling to come in. Mr Pilliwickle was an odd character in appearance. He had pale, pasty skin with high cheek bones, a long nose and a butt chin. He dressed like he was in the seventeen hundreds with different shades of purple and blue and his blonde hair was hidden beneath a purple pirate-like hat. His green eyes peered over his golden framed glasses to see [Y/N] and gave her a crooked smile.
“Miss Black, thank you for coming so quickly.” Mr Pilliwickle said and gestured to the seat in front of his desk.
[Y/N] smiled as she quickly observed the office as she sat down. Despite his bright appearance, Mr Pilliwickle had a very bland office. The walls and floor were dark brown and matched all the furniture within the room. He was like a sore thumb sitting in his office. [Y/N] couldn’t help but assume that he wasn’t allowed to decorate the room.
“You’re probably wondering why I asked you to come here on such short notice,” [Y/N] nodded to reassure him that she was listening and eager for an answer, “I’m sure you’ve heard of a certain Magizoologist is being sent to travel the world for a book he’s writing.”
“Mr Scamander?” [Y/N] answered, quickly.
She had heard her colleagues talk badly about him. She didn’t know the man beyond that but they made him sound like a lunatic with an obsession with magical creatures. He was also the younger brother of the war hero, Theseus Scamander: her idol. She wanted to meet Theseus so badly but he was in a higher part of the Auror Office and never got a chance to even catch a glimpse of him.
“The very one,” Mr Pilliwickle confirmed, “You see, Miss Black, Mr Scamander isn’t very skilled beyond his knowledge of magical creatures. It would be irresponsible to send him to travel the world without a – bodyguard, of sorts, to protect him during these dark times.”
[Y/N] nodded in agreement. With Grindlewald and his follower around, Mr Scamander would be a walking dead man, an easy target for them. She looked up at the Head of the Department when he didn’t continue talking to see him giving her a look. She scrunched her eyebrows before her eyes bulged at the realisation.
“M-Me?” She stammered as she pointed to herself, nervously.
“Of course, who else would I choose?” Mr Pilliwickle exclaimed, “You’ve got potential, Black. I’ve seen your grades, Outstanding for every single subject. You’re more than ready for this assignment.”
[Y/N] felt her heart swell at the Head’s confidence in her. She stuck her hand out to the wizard with a grin and said, “I won’t let you down, sir!”
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The next morning she arrived to the office in a giddy mood. Her career was finally going somewhere and she was bouncing for joy. She had spent the night before squealing to her partner about the good news. They were more than happy for the opportunity but did show their concerns towards it.
“Wait, so this guy doesn’t know any magic but he’s a wizard?” They asked looking unsure now about the situation.
They were a muggle and didn’t really understand the wizarding world but they were learning. They thought magic was amazing and [Y/N] thought it was adorable how excited they got when they saw magic. She couldn’t understand why her family hated muggles so much.
“Well, he does but he’s not very advanced at it. That’s why I’m tagging along, to protect him from dark wizards.” [Y/N] stated proudly, standing in a heroic pose.
“That sounds really dangerous, sweetheart.” They mumbled, fiddling with the sleeve of their jumper.
[Y/N] smiled softly and took their hands while placing a kiss on their cheek, “I promise that I’ll come back home to you.”
[Y/N] knew that she couldn’t be sure if she could keep her promise but she would try until her very last breath. Her happy mood couldn’t be broken, she thought until she sat down at her desk and heard the voices of her co-workers.
“Hey, Black, heard you got beast boy dumped on you.” The drawling voice of an arrogant Auror said followed by a few snickers.
“More likely, she got dumped on him.” Another said causing them to laugh at her.
[Y/N] stood up so fast that her chair almost fell backwards. She wasn’t taking any of their rubbish today and she wasn’t going to sit by and listen to them mock the man she was going to work with.
“You know what? You guys are just a bunch of bullies that are bitter by the fact that I’m becoming more successful in a few short months than you have in your entire lives. So, go ahead, mock me – I don’t care but don’t you dare start bringing other people down just because you’re miserable.” [Y/N] scolded with her hands on her hips.
The Auror’s before her were shocked. [Y/N] was usually quiet and kept to herself. The fact that this was probably the first time half of them had heard her speak caused the whole office to stop and stare at her in complete silence as she seethed at the wizards. It was a slow clap that brought noise back to the room.
[Y/N] spun around with a furious glare only for it to turn to her jaw dropping to the floor. Walking towards her in all his glory was Theseus Scamander, and Newt Scamander tagging along behind him. He was much broader and taller than [Y/N] imagined or in any photos she had seen of him. She was gaping like a goldfish unsure of what to say to the war hero.
He sent a vicious gaze to the Auror’s behind her, who wasted no time in scurrying away. Theseus turned to [Y/N] with a charming smile gracing his lips as he stuck his hand out to greet the young Auror.
“You must be, Miss Black.” He stated as she dumbly took his hand to shake and nodded, “I had come down here to interrogate you, to see if you were good enough to protect my brother, but it seems you show no fear in the face of your enemies.”
“Wow...” [Y/N] mumbled before snapping out of her trance in a flustered mess, “I-It’s an honour to meet you, Mr Scamander!”
[Y/N] noticed Newt Scamander was standing a bit awkwardly behind his older brother, shuffling his feet and fiddling with his case. [Y/N] smiled gently at the young brother, she knew what it was like to live in the shadow of your sibling.
“It is also an honour to be able to work with you, Mr Scamander,” Newt head shot up and looked between [Y/N] and his brother to make sure he was the one being addressed.
[Y/N] stepped toward the wizard and taking a hand of his and shaking it with a friendly grin on her face, “My name is [Y/N] Black and I hope we become great friends as we travel the world together!”
Summary: After seeing Mary being shot, Mycroft needs to be with his wife/husband and just show them how much he loves them.
Characters: Mycroft Holmes
Warning(s): mention of death
Word Count: 718
Mycroft sat in the shiny black car in complete silence. He even placed his phone on vibrate just so that he could dwell on the events that had occurred. Mary Watson had taken a bullet for Sherlock and had died in the process. As Dr Watson had spoken harsh whispers and promises to his dying wife while holding her close, he couldn’t help but imagine his own wife in that situation. He couldn’t think of a life without her that he would want to live in.
His wife was kept a secret and very few people knew about of their relationship. Not even Sherlock knew of his wife. There were many reasons why he kept his marriage a secret, the major one being that his job caused him to have quite a few enemies and didn’t want the love of his life to be put in any form of danger. He knew it was selfish to marry her and to place in so much danger when just knowing who he was was dangerous enough but he couldn’t let her go. Being in love with her was like being on drugs. Another reason why she was kept a secret was the age gap between them.
He was nearing his forties while she was coming up in her mid-twenties. There was at least fifteen years between them and that made him very cautious. Personally, Mycroft didn’t care what people thought of him but his wife did. She got very anxious and stressed very easily and if someone were to make comments about the age gap to either of them she would begin to feel self-doubt in her ability to satisfy her husband.
Mycroft thanked the driver as he exited the car and walked quickly towards his house. He removed his coat and umbrella and hung them up when closed the door behind. He called out his wife’s name, “[Y/N]?”
“Bedroom!” A soft voice called back from up the stairs.
Mycroft wanted to see her so badly. The events of the evening had shaken him up and he needed make sure that she was okay. Even though it was almost impossible to penetrate the house they called home, even though she wasn’t the one that was shot that evening, he felt the need to see if she was alright. If she was okay then the whole world could burn around her.
Keenly, Mycroft climbed up the stairs and rushed towards the master’s bedroom of the house. He flung the door open with a melodramatic flourish making the young woman jump at the action.
She had been lying on her side reading a book with square glasses perched on the bridge of her nose before her dramatic husband entered the room. After being given a fright, she was sitting up and clutching the book to her chest with her hair looking like a bird’s nest. She looked like a dear caught in headlights before she realised that it was only Mycroft.
She let out a breathy laugh, “You gave such a fright, de – mmph!”
She was cut off by Mycroft placing a desperate kiss upon her lips. It was fast and nothing like the usual kisses they shared. They kisses they usually shared were slow and passionate as they were never in a hurry. And even when they were in a rush, it would be small pecks on the cheek. Mycroft was kissing her as if his life depended on it. It wasn’t that she didn’t like it; it just was so out of character for Mycroft.
[Y/N] quickly pulled back so she could breathe but Mycroft made her topple back on the bed made causing her to squeal in surprise. He just lay there on top of her holding her tightly against his body and nuzzled his face in the space between her neck and her shoulder while being careful not to crush her. [Y/N] just had her head perched on his shoulder for a few moments, analysing the situation and all the possible reasons for this outburst of affection.
She let out a sigh before wrapped an arm around his waist and one to stroke his thin, mousy brown hair while placing small kisses on his cheeks before whispering softly in the shell of his ear,
Summary: You were Sherlock’s only friend when he was a teenager. Mycroft calls you to come over to help get Sherlock out of his room to discover he was not there.
Characters: Teen!Sherlock, Teen!Mycroft
Warning: mentions of drugs
Word Count: 1,841
William Scott Sherlock Holmes was a very strange boy. He was considered to be very annoying to almost every student within in his school. Even some of the teachers hated him which caused to gain a lot of detentions. Being friends with him was no easy task; [Y/N] could say that confidently as she was his only friend.
The Holmes family moved into the small town due to their previous house being burnt to a crisp. [Y/N] never asked about it as she worried it would be quite upsetting to recall. Mr and Mrs Holmes were delightful to know. They were warm and friendly, just all round wonderful. Then you speak to their son’s and wonder if they were adopted or not. [Y/N] had asked Mrs Holmes if that was the case to which she laughed saying, “I get that quite a lot, why do you ask, dear?”
[Y/N] just stuttered out a random answer before scurrying off. The brothers were nothing like their parents in the mental sense. Mycroft and Sherlock Holmes were both incredibly smart and liked to make deductions on people. When she and her mother came to the house to welcome them to town, the brothers figured out about [Y/N]’s parents’ divorce and the chain of affairs that her mother had had. [Y/N]’s mother was fuming while [Y/N] was laughing.
From that day forth, Sherlock and [Y/N] became friends due to them being the same age. It wasn’t immediate as Sherlock was very secretive but once [Y/N] broke someone’s nose to defend him, he knew he could trust her. Her friend’s didn’t approve of the friendship but if anything [Y/N]’s friendship with Sherlock was the best one she had. He was brutally honest so she didn’t have to worry about being stabbed in the back and they barely ever argued due to being one in the same, to a certain extent. He was in none of her classes at school due her not being as clever as him but he was happy to help her with studying as he enjoyed the faces she made when she got something right. She reminded him of a puppy at times.
Sherlock got constantly got bullied in school and acted like he didn’t care. He hid it well and [Y/N] could see him being a great actor in the future, except she was never fooled. She knew that the teasing bothered him, that it stabbed him in the heart every time someone called him a nasty name. She told him to just ignore them which he usually said he did but she knew he didn’t. She just didn’t know how badly he was being affected by the daily harassment.
[Y/N] had been lying on her bed reading a book when she heard the landline ring loudly. She didn’t bother moving knowing that her mum would pick it up and it wasn’t for her. But she was quickly mistaken about the latter when her mum shouted at to pick up the phone. [Y/N] groaned as she pushed herself off her tartan sheets and dragged herself to her parent’s room to pick up the phone.
“Hello? [Y/N] speaking.” [Y/N] said as she combed her fingers through her hair.
“[Y/N], it’s Mycroft.” The deep voice of the eldest Holmes brother said.
[Y/N] was worried immediately as Mycroft never called her for chit-chat, “Uh – hey, Mycroft. Is something wrong?”
She heard Mycroft sigh before speaking, “It’s Sherlock. He won’t come out of his room and mummy is starting to get concerned. Since you’re the only one he truly listens to, would come over trying to get him out?”
“Uh – yeah, yeah. I’ll – I’ll be right over, see you soon.” [Y/N] spoke quickly before hanging up the phone.
She rushed to her room and grabbed her coat and shoes before running down the stairs. She shouted to her mum that she was going out and left before her mother could ask questions. The Holmes’ didn’t live far but it was a good fifteen minute walk that turned into a five minute sprint. Grey clouds were rolling over meaning it was due to rain at some point that evening.
[Y/N] did her signature knock on the door when she reached the Holmes’ home. Three knocks on the window and two claps of the letter box. The door was quickly pulled open by Mrs Holmes who looked quite distressed.
“Oh, hello dear,” Mrs Holmes said, surprised to see the young girl at her doorstep.
“Hi, is Mycroft here?” [Y/N] said, subtly peering over the woman’s shoulders looking for the large boy.
“Oh, I’ll go fetch him for you, dear. Come in, come in!” Mrs Holmes said as she pulled the teen inside and closed the door behind her before searching for her eldest son.
[Y/N] tugged her shoes off and left them beside the door, out of the way. When she turned around she jumped at the sight of Mycroft standing behind her. For being over-weight, he was incredibly light on his feet.
“I imagine you know where you’re going. Here, I’ll take your coat.” Mycroft said, holding his arm out for her coat.
[Y/N] mumbled a quick thank you before speeding up the stairs and to the youngest male Holmes room. She leaned towards it to hear if he was crying or not but she heard nothing. She lightly hit her knuckles against the door.
“Sherlock, it’s me – [Y/N] – can I come in?” She said, softly then noticed the door was ever so slightly ajar.
She knew Sherlock – and she knew him well – would lock his door and place a chair in front of it if he wanted to be alone. She gently pushed the door, screwing her face at the squeak it made as she did so, only to see that Sherlock was nowhere to be seen.
His bed sheet were a mess and his bedside table draw was open and so was his window. [Y/N] rushed to the window and leaned out of it. She was glad to see the boy wasn’t in a heap on the ground below. She looked around and saw the drain pipe that he could’ve, and probably did, climb down. She quickly shut the window in case his parents came into the room while she was out. She had to find Sherlock.
She quickly ran down the stairs and straight to the front door. She grabbed one shoe at a time and started to hop up and down while pulling them on her feet.
“He’s not in his room, is he?” Mycroft voice questioned from behind her.
She gave a small shriek and spun around to face him, “How are you so quiet? You’re like a freakin’ ninja!” She grumbled and went back to her shoes.
“I’ll come with you to look for him,” [Y/N] looked up at the older boy, looking quite surprised. Mycroft simply held at her coat and simply continued, “It’ll be faster to find him if I come along.”
[Y/N] rolled her eyes and smile as she took her coat while saying, “Don’t lie, you’re worried about him. Now, come on. It’ll start raining soon!”
The pair set off into the outdoors before Mr or Mrs Holmes could question them. Mycroft thought it would be best if they split up as they could cover more ground that way. Not long into [Y/N]’s search the rain started to fall, just as she predicted. She pulled her hood over her head and held it there to prevent the wind from blowing it back. She shouted Sherlock’s name over and over as she ran through the streets of the small town, making her way towards the beach.
When she reached the beach she had to hold onto her coat as the power of the wind felt so strong that it could blow it right off her shoulders. With squinted eyes, [Y/N] scanned the beach as she called for Sherlock. She quickly caught sight of a hooded figure sheltering from the wind and rain within the tree house at the children play park.
[Y/N] quickly jogged over to the tree house and climbed up to see her friend in a hooded top and joggy bottoms, which was very unlike him. She assumed that he knew that it would cold and picked the warmest clothes he owned before jumping out the window. She smiled slightly at finally finding him.
“Sherlock,” [Y/N] said as she moved closer to the boy.
His head darted up to look at her and immediately she knew something wasn’t right. His eyes were hooded and bloodshot, which could’ve been from crying but his extremely small pupils convinced her otherwise. His breathing was slow, almost as if he were sleeping. He looked flushed in the face and appeared to have a runny nose. It wasn’t until [Y/N]’s foot hit a syringe that it all linked up inside her head.
“W-Why?” Her voice shook as her eyes became glazed with tears.
“It helps broaden my mind-” Sherlock started but was cut off by [Y/N]’s vicious gaze.
“Don’t lie to me, Holmes. You may be able to trick everyone else but not me, I see right through you!” [Y/N] barked before calmly saying, “Now, tell me, why? Why did you think taking a substance that will kill you was a good idea?”
Sherlock ducked his head down in shame like a dog would when being told off by their owner. But suddenly he threw his head up and angrily spat, “YOU HAVE NO IDEA WHAT IT’S LIKE WITH THAT DULL, SIMPLISTIC MIND OF YOURS! YOU HAVE NO CLUE WHAT IT’S LIKE TO DIFFERENT, TO BE SO DIFFERENT THAT NO ONE LIKES YOU!” By this point tears were falling from Sherlock’s eyes, “You don’t know…anything.”
Sherlock buried his face into his knees and curled up into a tight ball. The rain continued to pour down from the sky and the wind was still blown a gale but [Y/N] stare softened at the sight of her friend’s internal struggle. She knew the abuse he received at school for his unique mind and, he was right, she would never know what it was like to think like him or see the world from his point of view. But what she did know was that he was a very emotional person, no matter how much he tried to hide it.
[Y/N] sat down next to her friend and wrapped her arms around him and said, “You’re right. I don’t know what it is like, not even in the slightest. Maybe it’s my fault that things turned out this way,” She let out a sigh before continuing, “You can sober up at my house but I want you to make a list.”
Sherlock looked at the girl, “A-A list?” He stammered.
[Y/N] smiled softly and just hugged him tighter, hoping to show how much she cared for him through the embrace. She rest her head upon him as she stated,
“Of everything you’ve taken. We will need a list. There must always be a list.”
Imagine: Remus going into an OWL exam but forgot his quill so you let him borrow yours.
Pairing: Remus x reader
Warnings: none
Word Count: 537
Characters: Remus Lupin
Y/H – Your Height
B/S – Your Body shape
H/L – Your Hair Length
H/C – Your Hair Colour
E/C – Your Eye Colour
H – Your House
Everyone crowded around the board, pushing and shoving each other. They were all desperate to know their seat numbers so they knew where to go. Remus had just got out of the crowd and had found his seat number. He looked at the clock above the door that showed the exam started in a few minutes. Remus looked in his bag, making sure he had everything.
His eyes widened in panic when he noticed that he couldn’t find his quill. He couldn’t do the exam without his quill. The rule was if you didn’t come completely prepared, you weren’t permitted to take the exam at all. They wouldn’t let him in and they would fail him with the worst possible mark that could be produce. His parents would probably disown him in disappointment that he couldn’t even keep track on his quill. Without his qualifications he wouldn’t be able to get work and without work that meant no money. Without money, Remus wouldn’t be able to pay for simple things like food, water, and shelter. Without food he would die from starvation. Without water he would die from dehydration. Without shelter he could get ill and then die from the illness.
Remus could hear nothing but the pounding of blood that was pumping through his veins very quickly. His life was over.
“Um, excuse me?” a quiet voice interrupted his spiral of thoughts with a light tap on his shoulder. Remus looked to where the voice had come from. He was sure, right then and there, that he had died due to the angel that was before him.
The girl was (Y/H) and (B/S), with (H/L) (H/C) hair and (E/C) eyes. Overall she was very beautiful. She was wearing a (H) tie and robes.
The girl before him seemed to be trembling as she stared up at him, but quickly went into her bag. “I…I could help but notice that you couldn’t find your quill…I brought a spare with me because I’m always forget things. Here,” The girl said, shyly, as she pulled out a quill with a feather that matched her eyes, “You can keep it-”
“Hey, what are you doing? The doors are opening!” A familiar redhead called to the girl who quickly spun around to face her friend. “I’m coming!” She called back before spinning back to Remus. Remus felt electricity shot through him when the girl took one of his rough hands and placed her quill in it.
She turned away when her friend called her for the second time but paused to shyly smile at Remus and said, “Good luck!” before running over to her friend.
Remus could only feel his heart pounding rapidly against his ribcage as the hairs were still stand on the back of his neck. It took him a moment to register what he was feeling that he tried to shake the thoughts out of his head. There was no point of going through the trouble (and heartbreak) to pursue the angel-like girl. A guy like him didn’t deserve a girl like her
But love is like jumping off a building, your brain tells you it is not a good idea but your heart says you can fly.
Imagine: Remus talking to Harry about you after he notices that Harry can never take his eyes off of you during class and Harry admits his school boy crush on you.
Pairing: Harry x reader
Warnings: none
Gender: Female Reader
Word Count: 892
Characters: Harry Potter, Remus Lupin
(Full Name) was, in Harry’s eyes, perfection. Her hair was a beautiful shade of (Hair colour). It flowed in waves to adorn her glowing, (Skin Colour) skin. Her eyes, framed by (long/short) lashes, were a (dark/bright), (Eye colour) and seemed to brighten the world. A (nose type) nose, (thin/full) lips - she seemed the picture of perfection. Had she smiled, the world would sigh with contentment. Had she laughed, the world would laugh with her. And had she wept, the whole world would want to comfort her.
Harry just couldn’t take his eyes off her. Harry tried hard to keep his mind focused at whatever he was doing but, like a magnetic force, his eyes always seemed to drift back to the girl and a certain teacher was beginning to notice this was happening in his classroom.
Remus had been one of James best friends and one of the Marauders. He felt like him being the only one left made him somewhat responsible for Harry’s well-being and so always kept an eye on him. Remus quickly noticed the dazed expression Harry would gain when Miss. (Last Name) walked past him. It was the exact same look James would get whenever Lily was around, the only difference was that Miss. (Last Name) wasn't scowling at him every time she walked past.
Remus decided that he should take action considering he wanted Harry to pay more attention to what he was teaching in the class than watching Miss. (Last Name), who was paying attention to what was being taught in class. “That’s all for today. For homework I’d like you to read and summarise the Boggart chapter in your textbooks for next lesson, please, thank you.” Remus said the class as they began to pack up their things.
“Harry, would you wait behind, please.” Remus added, quickly as he noticed Harry was about to leave the classroom. Harry looked to Ron and Hermione and told them not to wait for him. Harry expected that Lupin was going to ask him his Patronus was coming along.
Professor Lupin sat behind his desk and gestured to the seat in front of his desk for Harry to sit on. “Is something wrong, Professor?” Harry asked, politely. “Well, Harry, I’ve been beginning to notice that you don’t seem…very focused in the classroom. Would you agree with this?” Remus asked, trying to be as professional as possible. He quickly noticed the light red tint on the tips of the third year’s ears as he hesitantly nodded.
“It wouldn’t have anything to do with Miss. (Last Name), would it?” Remus questioned, holding back the cheeky grin that was desperately wanting to spread across his face. Harry swallowed thickly as he avoided all eye contact with his Professor. “Is…Is it that obvious?” Harry asked, shyly, not used to having a conversation like this with a Professor. Harry knew that Professor Lupin had been friends with his parents so it wasn't extremely awkward but still, it was awkward.
“Your father used to look the same way at your mother. Expect he would usually proclaim his love in front of the whole class as your mother yelled at him for being a ‘toe-rag’.” Remus said with a smile as Harry chuckled trying to imagine the scene in his head. “Have you told her how you feel?” Remus asked, curiously as Harry shook his head sadly. “Why not?”
Harry sighed as he rubbed the back of his neck. “Because…We’ve never really spoken before. Like, we’ve never had an actual conversation. She’s friends with Hermione and spoke to her a few times about homework. But, other than that, I doubt she notices me.” Harry said, glumly. “She’s just…so…so…different.” Harry said, not sure how describe (First Name). If he was going to describe her, he wanted to get it perfectly right because that she was to him. Prefect.
Remus tilted his head. “What do you mean?”
“I mean, she doesn’t see me as ‘The Boy Who Lived’ or ‘The Chosen One’ and she hasn’t tried to gain my attention or treated me differently. She’s treated me the same as everyone else, as an equal. She treats me as if I’m just…Harry.” Harry said, thinking back to the few times that they’ve spoken when she hadn’t acted different towards him and treated him the same way she treated Hermione or anyone.
Remus hummed in understanding as he clasped his hands in front of his mouth as he began to think. “I have tried with just being friends with and seeing where it goes from there?” Remus suggested as he moved his hands from his mouth to under his chin. Harry looked up at his Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor in confusion. “Being friends with her?”
Remus nodded. “If you befriend her first then you can get to know her and, who knows, she might have intimate feelings towards you as you do for her.” Remus said and smirked as he saw colour rise onto Harry’s cheeks.
Harry nodded as he stood up from his chair. “Yeah…Yeah, I could do that. Thank you, Professor!” Harry said as he grabbed his bag and briskly stumbled out the classroom towards the Common Room on a mission: To befriend and get to know (Full Name) better.
Remus smiled as he felt like he was watching history repeat it’s self in the most wonderful way.
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