#nonrequests

Veronica entered your bedroom with a small folding tray in her hands. Set upon it, as you could see, was your favorite mug full of tea, a bowl of something steaming, and a small plate of saltine crackers.

“Fresh from New York, the best chicken noodle soup that you can get.” Veronica said, setting up the tray so the fold-out legs trapped yours between them, making a small table. Though she was smiling when she walked in, she now looked concerned. “When was the last time you took your medicine?”

“An hour ago.” You said, smelling the soup, and sampled the tea first. The heat of it felt good against your sore throat. “You didn’t need to get soup for me - and from New York? What that must have cost...”

“You’re worth it, it’s fine. It makes me feel better everytime, so eat up.” She went as far as to get you a napkin and tuck it into the top of the pajamas that you were wearing. “You look like you need all the help that you can get,” She admitted.

“Well, thanks for making me feel beautiful,” You said sarcastically. She rolled her eyes and took a step away from the bed. Normally you would have kissed her for doing something this sweet but the last thing that you needed was to make her sick as well. You didn’t have the connections to get her New York soup. “Thanks though, Ronnie, I do appreciate it.”

To show her that, you picked up the spoon, got a spoonful of the soup, blew on it slowly then put it into your mouth. Your eyes widened in surprise and Veronica’s smile came back.

“Guys ... I’m honestly starting to freak out here.” You admitted to the Weasley twins as they brought you further into the forest. Fred was holding your left hand, and George holding your right - at least that’s what you thought, you had trouble telling them apart on some days. By the star and moonlight, which was all that the three of you had, you could see that the one on your right was wearing the jacket - definitely George.

“Just a little bit further-”

“Need us to carry you?”

“You’re a bit heavy but-”

“Shut up.” You hissed, your face turning red. “Can’t you just tell me why we’re - uck!” Your foot slipped into something wet. God, you hoped that it was mud or a puddle or something. You never could tell in the Forbidden Forest.

“Ta-Da!” The twins said in unison. They lit their wands up with lumos, and sent the little ball of light forward so you could see around you.

“A bog? We snuck out in the middle of the night... to a Forbidden Forest for a bog?”

“And not just any bog!” Fred said, letting go of your hand to present to you a particularly nasty bit of water. “The inspiration for our new nature line of products!”

“I can’t marry Lucius,” Narcissa told you after a half hour of silence. The way that she looked at you nearly broke your heart. You reached to her, you ran your fingers across her face in the way that you knew that she liked.

“You must,” You told her, sighing. “There’s no way that our parents would let us be together ... this is your chance to find happiness. Perhaps you may even find some love along the way, no matter how much you protest that your heart is eternally closed.”

“But I’ve fallen in love with you!” Narcissa admitted, tears developing in her blue eyes. You smiled at that admission, having wanted to hear it for so long.

“I like proving you wrong. You’re worthy of love, and I’ll hold that close to my heart forever. You’re not entirely losing me, I’ll still be your ...” It hurt to say the next word. “Friend.”

“I just can’t leave you for that horrible-”

“You may grow to love him in time, and the children he’ll give you. I promise you that. You’re capable.”

When Ralph turned the corner on his way to Star Labs, he had to slow down his car because he saw you on the sidewalk, crouched low to the ground and talking to a mangy dog of all of things. He parked on the side of the road, got out and managed to get a few bits of conversation.

“It sounds to me as if that butcher deserved what he got. I don’t blame you for doing your business on the hood of his car, not one bit.” You laughed, petting the dog behind the ears. The dog woofed, then whimpered a little, seeing Ralph approach. You looked over your shoulder, then back at the pup. “Don’t worry, he’s a friend.”

You got to your feet and stretched, then smiled over at Ralph. “Headed to work?” You asked.

“Yeah, do you want a ride?” He asked, not questioning what he had just seen. He’d walked in on you speaking to a mouse, an escaped peacock from the zoo, and a horse that was pulling a carriage. He stopped questioning things a long time ago.

“Yeah, we can take a ride. This is Buzz. He was trained to go to Space, but the funding for the program ran out and they turned him out to the streets, isn’t that sad?”

“We’re bringing him, are we?” Ralph asked, not pleased by the concept of a dirty  dog in his car.

You weren’t sure if what Moriarty was telling you was a lie or not. You had been working for months on getting close to him, despite John’s warnings and Sherlock’s contradictory encouragement. But he did look vulnerable.

“They say pain turns the sensitive into cynics.” You said, and put your hand on top of his. Whether or not the information about the tragic past of James Mortiarty was true or not, you felt guilt for taking advantage.

Below the cut are a list of Fandom Ships I will not write romantic fanfictions for. There are personal reasons for these not being on my request list, so please respect that when asking me to write a fic for you. If you ask for any of these, it will be a platonic themed fic.