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January Prompt: 'Envelope' the final part

For @sherlockchallenge January's prompt: 'envelope'

Finally, the OCs I think would have been either fun in the game or ones I think would work in the Guard Me Sherlock Universe

Erik Leroux, 'Irene', JD Fletcher, my take on Jekyll/Hyde, and Aggie under the cut

Erik Leroux

“Hold still.” Erik sternly whispered as his cold hand brushed over MC’s cheek, moving a stray hair back into place. They thought his lip twitched in an almost smile before they met his golden eyes, his expression softened and then he stepped out of their way and counted quietly, “three… two… go.”

MC left on their cue and entered the stage with a well rehearsed huff. “You cannot tell me you seriously believe a word out of his mouth.” They growled at the woman on the stage with them.

She gasped, sinking into the couch as if it would swallow her whole. “You heard-?”

“I heard enough.” MC waved their hand dismissively. “He’s just a thief, he’ll use up what little money our mother left us, and then he’ll-” MC felt something softly land on their head, their hand reached up and plucked the small envelope out of their hair, “what in the world?” The actress yelped as she jumped back as paper fluttered to the ground around the two of them.

MC looked up into the rafters, but couldn’t see anything past the stage lights and the dozens of envelopes fluttering down.

“Stay calm, everyone!” The director jumped up, scrambling onto the set, but too late as MC opened the envelope and found a simple card with a red skull and a warning, ‘You heard my demands, this is your last warning.’

MC looked over to see the director, pale faced as he tried to sweep up all the cards into a pile. “Erik! Grab me a garbage bag, and you-” he looked at MC, “give me the card, it’s nothing, just a stupid prank.” He laughed nervously.

MC turned their attention back to the card and the handwriting they recognized from the notes they had been personally receiving as well.

Irene

MC had never seen the Moriarty estate this lively. The room echoed with the sounds of laughter, music, and gossip. But they had lost track of James at some point. Looking through the crowd they did see Jack and Sebastian at opposite ends of the room, but MC’s attention was drawn to a familiar woman that they’d been seeing a lot of. The so called Irene spoke with guests, and even at a distance MC could feel Irene’s gaze. For a moment MC froze, but just as they started moving towards Irene she was also on the move. MC tried to follow but quickly lost track of her. They looked around and only found her again just as she slipped out.

The sounds of the party were still prevalent in the hallway as MC tried to follow Irene. It had only been a week since the strange woman who had appeared and told MC she was the real Irene, like MC’s character from Midfall Murders. The person who seemed to be appearing everywhere MC was. Why was she in the Moriarty estate?

MC crept along the hallways, listening for anything to give Irene away. They sighed, believing they had lost her and thinking they might as well return to the party and continue looking for James. Just as they started to turn to head back they felt a puff of air on their neck, they yelped in surprise and spun around. Irene’s smirked, her eyes twinkling with mischief. “Jumpy, MC?” She purred her question.

“I think anyone would jump if someone snuck up on them, but… what are you doing out here?” MC took a step back as Irene moved closer.

“I would ask the same of you, but I believe we both know that you are more than welcomed here.” Irene reached out and gently smoothed MC’s hair back into place. “I can see why he is so enamored with you, and your portrayal of ‘Irene’ on the screen was well done. But you should be-”

“Oh dear, looks like we have found some lost kittens.” James chuckled as he rounded the corner, he smiled at MC but his gaze quickly went to Irene, “do you two lovelies need to be escorted back to the party? Or maybe, MC, did you miss me and come to find me?” He took their hand, and led them away from Irene, placing himself between them. “And you… ah, I do believe you lost this.” He pulled out an envelope from his pocket and held it to Irene.

She gave him a similar smile, “what gave you that idea?” Ignoring the envelope James held out her.

The two of them were still as they regarded each other, only moving when a few more guests slipped out into the hallway and made their way over to James. In that moment that MC had looked away, Irene had somehow slipped away. “Where did-?” MC stepped forward, but Jame’s arm slipped around them, holding them close.

“Seems your friend isn’t one for a party, pity, I would very much like to meet her. You should introduce us when you have a chance. Do you see her often?”

“Irene?” MC glanced at the envelope he tucked safely into his pocket. “I see her around.”

James gave her a wider grin, “you will have to let me know the next time you see her.”

JD Fletcher

“Thank you, MC.” JD smiled at them, setting the envelopes in front of them. She had called MC over to talk about her latest book, but when MC arrived JD was fighting with her printer, trying to get it to print labels for the envelopes in front of her.

“You could do evites instead.” MC laughed looking over the list of addresses.

JD shook her head, reaching for a pen. “There may come a day when my publisher will have me do that for my book launching parties, but right now I would rather keep it personal. Some of these people and I have been friends for a while. It would be weird if I didn’t send them an invitation they could hold.”

MC grabbed half of the addresses before taking a drink of their tea. “I suppose I should just be thankful that you aren’t having us stuff glitter in the envelopes too.”

“No…” she paused, smirking mischievously at MC, “but maybe next time.”

“Well, if I get one I’ll have to be careful where I open it.”

JD reached out and pressed her palm to MC’s knee, her eyebrows drawn in a serious expression, “of course you’ll get one. I wouldn’t have it any other way.” With a gentle pat she turned to her envelopes. “I would say last chance to back out of helping me with these, but I cannot keep you here.”

“I’m happy to help.” MC smiled, especially when they read the first address on their list, one they could skip since they could just bring the invitation home with them.

Hound

Charles Baskerville smirked at him, and Henry did his best to remain calm. He sat back in his chair, remaining composed. “Look, ‘Edward’,” Charles called him by his fake name, and leaned on the table, sliding an envelope across to him. Henry didn’t even need to open the envelope to know that the thickness was his cut of the winnings from the last fight. “If you want to see more of this you better get used to answering your phone and coming when you’re called.”

“And you need to remember our deal, I will fight for you when I want to.” Henry tapped his finger on the table. He knew that if he tapped just right the solid wood would give way under his fingernail and he could dig into it, and there wasn’t a small part of him that didn’t want to. Just so he could, and maybe he’d stab this damnable bastard with a sliver big enough-

“You’re anxious for another fix, aren’t ya?” Charles barked a laugh at him, causing Henry to still. “Well, that’s perfect! There’s another match tonight, and I think my ‘Hound’ would wipe the floor with the lot of them.”

“The answer is no.”

Henry was clear in his answer, but the way that Charles’s face twisted had him on the edge. “Why the fuck not?”

“I have tickets for a play tonight, and I’m not going anywhere else but that.” Henry dragged his nails along the table as he stood up, the scraping sensation gave him the headspace to breathe. His attention went to the envelope and quickly tucked it away.

“Sure Ed, sure… well… text me when you’re ready for a party tonight.” Charles was smirking again, looking at the table. Henry followed his gaze and saw the marks he left on the surface. He glanced at his fingers and saw little bits of blood where the splinters had fought against him. He felt cold as he sought any sensation of pain that should have accompanied the injuries he saw on himself. “See you later, Ed.” The man laughed.

Henry took a deep breath, closing his eyes and his fist. Trying to breathe, trying to shake the urge, trying to ignore the ghost of the taste of his special ‘elixir’ on the back of his tongue and the satisfaction of the cash in his pocket.

Aggie

She had barely answered the video call when the elated squeals caused her computer’s speakers to complain. Agatha laughed as she recoiled from the sound, shaking it off she turned her attention to the screen. “Sweetpea, please.”

Jane giggled out her apologies, “but look!” She held up a large stack of different misshaped envelopes. “Can you believe it? And these are just the ones Diana and I have opened today! There was a lot more yesterday.”

“And what are these?” She tried to get a better look at the envelopes, presumably more fan mail, but Jane hadn’t been one to boast about how much attention she received. Actually, she wasn’t sure if Jane realized how much fan mail she got.

“Okay, so apparently there was a letter writing campaign to try to get Midfall murders another season.”

“So they’ve been writing you?”

“They’ve been writing the studio, and the studio is asking for assistance in going through the letters.” Jane smiled as she opened another envelope.

Diana’s voice came through the speakers somewhere off camera. “And of course our Janey volunteered to help.”

“Well, you know Midfall Murders has an important place in my heart,” she huffed but there was still a smile on her face. “So, of course, I volunteered.”

“And? Is there a verdict on another season?”

“Well, they’re looking at the attention and talking about it, and while we might not get a script, we might get a movie.” Jane was nearly exploding with excitement.

“That sounds great, hun!” Agatha was grinning for her friend, imagining how much Jane would love to play Irene again. She almost missed the sound of her bedroom door opening and the soft knock as her brother Hunter peaked in.

“Hey, Ag?” His voice was soft, but something about it made her tense. She glanced at him with a frown.

“Hey, Hunter!” Jane called out.

“Oh! Hey, Ms. Marple.” The boy came closer, as he started to redden. “Didn’t realize you and Ag had a call today.”

“Yeah, everything okay?”

“Yep!” The boy grinned, leaning over Aggie as if she wasn’t there. She jabbed him in the side, making him grunt. But she was relatively gentle, she knew he was lying, but they would have to talk about it later.

“Well… just wanted you to know Aggie, if they do have us do a movie there is no way I’ll do it without you.” Jane moved closer to the camera, a determination in the way she nodded, agreeing with her own statement.

“That would be a lot of fun! And with a movie, they could get away with bigger more dangerous shots! You’ll have to tell me all the rumors later. But I need to get going.” Agatha sighed as she realized they had barely gotten to talk.

“You got it! I’ll text you everything later!”

With goodbyes out of the way, she turned to her brother, leaning back in her chair as she regarded him and the way his shoulders slumped without Jane there to pretend for. “Alright, who did what?”

#guard me sherlock #january prompt #sherlockchallenge #Erik Leroux #Phantom of the Opera #Irene #Aggie Christie #The Hound of the Baskervilles #JD Fletcher

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January Prompt: Envelope p4.

For SherlockChallenge January's prompt

And now our other mystery solvers

Mycroft Holmes, Arthur Hastings, and Hercule Poirot under the cut

Mycroft Holmes

Mycroft searched their home until he found MC. They were making little notes in their latest script. After watching them for a moment he snuck up from behind and gently blew on their neck, smirking as they jumped slightly.

“Mycroft!” They scolded with the cutest pout on their face as they turned to face him.

“Yes, my dear?” He sat down next to them and held out an envelope. “If you have a moment I would love to share these with you.” Their expression quickly shifted to curiosity and moved closer to him.

Carefully he removed the papers from the envelope and grinned as he presented them to MC. Little childish doodles, and shaky words were written across the pages, but he didn’t have to wait long for their eyes to light up with recognition. “But how?”

Mycroft’s grin only grew as he watched them read over the barely legible writing of their younger self. “It’s really cute how you always wanted to be an actress.” He picked up a page of her writing about being in the school play and how much she loved it, complete with a doodle of her on stage, or presumably a stage. “I want to add these to your album so we can cherish this memory of your youth.”

“I still can’t believe you got these for me.”

He tenderly pushed their hair behind their ear and watched the soft expression on their face, warm as they relived those moments from years ago. He could let them believe he got those pages only for them, as long as he could keep this moment, their expression, to himself.

Arthur Hastings

Arthur handed MC her bag back, but he couldn’t help the way he stared at the boys who had stopped them on their walk. They were so excited to get her autograph. He didn’t blame them, but he was aware that they were on a little bit of a time crunch. The way she smiled at them, it warmed his heart to see her interacting with her fans, but it still ached.

MC slipped their hand in his as they continued down the street. “Sorry about that Arthur, let’s get-”

“MC!” Diana, her manager, called out to them. The tall woman was grinning ear to ear, the grin seemed to only increase when she saw Arthur next to her. “Oh this is the perfect timing, I’m so glad I was able to catch you! You would never believe this, but you know those offices the studio used to be out of a few years ago? Well, they were cleaning out the space for the new tenets and found a lot of old unanswered fan mail the show received! Including…” she held out the envelope, “tada!”

Arthur’s stomach twisted in recognition of the handwriting on the envelope, his handwriting.

MC seemed to realize it as well when she glanced up at him. She took the envelope from Diana, and turned it over, showing Arthur’s name and his old address from back then as the return recipient.

“It must be fate’s way of wanting to celebrate you two coming together by having this finally delivered to you! Open it,” Diana giggled and danced a little in place, “I cannot wait to hear what you wrote!”

Arthur quickly grabbed the envelope and held it behind his back, the heat on his cheeks warning him of how red he was turning. “Maybe this was better off left unread.”

MC looked up at him with those big eyes of theirs that had Arthur feeling like he wanted to share it with them. “If it means that much to you…” They said understandingly, but Arthur could hear the disappointment. He closed his eyes and sighed.

“I’ll read it to you later, when we’re alone.” He glanced at Diana to make sure she understood.

MC quickly grabbed onto his arm. “Then it’s a date.”

Hercule Poirot

“Is this all of them?” Hercule started to sort the envelopes that had tumbled out of MC’s bag, placing them into neat little piles.

“All the ones I’ve found.” They sat down across from Hercule watching him as he observed the front of the envelopes before adding them to a category.

“So run me through the facts again, you found these in the dressing room?”

“Yes, well, not exactly. I was changing but there was a rip in the jacket and the head of wardrobe said there should be a jacket from a different production that should work, so we went to go grab it, and in the storage, there was an envelope on the ground and I was surprised to see my name on it.”

“I see,” Hercule flipped on envelope over, observing the front and back, before carefully pulling out the RSVP from the envelope and studied it. “From there you found the bag with the rest of these little envelopes?”

“Yes.” They nodded, nervously looking at the envelopes.

“And these look like your handwriting but you didn’t write these?”

“Yes.” Their shoulders slumped a little.

Hercule looked up from the envelope, turning his attention to them. “Hastings!” He called out.

“Yes?” The tall man with dark hair called from his room.

“If you would, get the kettle going, please. I do believe MC and I could use some tea.” He looked over at them reassuringly. “Don’t fret, we will get to the bottom of these curious invitations.”

“But the party noted is for this weekend at my home.” They reached out for one of the envelopes and read over the RSVP, slightly shaking.

“Well, then may I suggest we look into what it takes to throw a party? Perhaps the person who set these invitations out will be in attendance.” He spoke confidently, bringing a smile to their face, while his gaze dropped to the envelope that had caught his attention earlier. The one with a newer stamp on it than the others.

#guard me sherlock #january prompt #Sherlockchallenge #Mycroft Holmes #Arthur Hastings #Hercule Poirot

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January Prompt: Envelope p3.

For SherlockChallenge's January prompt

Thirdly, our other morally grey individuals

Jeremy Cassel, Edward Hyde, Henry Jekyll under the cut

Jeremy Cassel

MC froze, they had been opening the tin for their tea and then suddenly saw a string follow the lid up. They pulled on the string and were amused when they found a little envelope attached to the end of it. The note inside was written with a flourish, ‘Bonjour, mon chéri. I cannot express the heartbreak I felt last night when I realized I would not get to see the morning light on your sleeping face. An opportunity has presented itself and I cannot miss it, no matter how much I regret the timing. This is a little reminder of how much I love you.’

They chuckled and sent Jeremy a quick ‘good morning’ text. However, it was unread. Shaking their head, they assumed he was busy went about getting ready for their day. But throughout the house, they found several more notes.

On top of their clothes for the day, ‘while you don your beautiful wardrobe, please remember how I long to caress you as the fabric does.’

Inside their satchel, ‘If only it were I going along with you during your busy day.’

Stashed among their toiletries, ‘take care of that smile I cherish so much, I cannot wait to see it again when I return.’

Even inside their shoes, ‘Every step we take when apart are only promises of our continued journey together.’

With a disbelieving chuckle, they messaged Jeremy, ‘how many notes have you hidden?’

‘Far more than you will be able to find before I return you to my arms. Just to make sure you thought of me as often as I think of you.’ –winky face-

Edward Hyde

Edward took a calming breath and put on a smile before he entered the apartment, whatever tension he still had washed away as MC looked up from their spot on the sofa and smiled at him. The way they looked so warm curled up around a book. He had worried that with them living together that-

He shook his head, ignoring the thought as he moved to the sofa and flopped down next to her.

“How was your day?” They asked him, setting the book on the coffee table. “Henry reached out saying he couldn’t get a hold of you.”

“He did, did he?” The tightening was returning as he frowned. “Guess I’ll have to call him later to let him know how it went.” He pulled MC closer to him, “but before that, how was your day? Did you miss me?” He smirked at them, leaning towards them.

The colour on their cheeks made him grin, he pulled them onto his lap. “There we go, this is what I’ve been missing all day.” He leaned forward and nibbled on their neck, enjoying how they squirmed.

“Hm? What’s this?” He felt them moving and then felt something tug at his coat.

His vision flashed white as he pushed them off of him and he jumped up, his hand flying to the inner pocket that had held the large envelope. Empty. His focus narrowed on the envelope in their hand as they were sprawled on the floor. “What do you think you’re doing!? Was-!?”

“Edward?!” The tremor in their voice seemed to shake him and he collapsed to his knees next to them.

“I- I’m sorry…” He couldn’t look at them, “are you okay?”

“I’m fine, but… are you okay?” They slowly sat up, and the way they carefully moved seemed to twist the pang of guilt deeper into his gut.

“…” He held out his hand and when he saw them reach out for his hand he snarled, “the envelope.” His teeth gritted, he couldn’t believe that he couldn’t control himself better.

There was a moment where neither of them moved, and just as he was getting the courage to look them in the face, the envelope was set in his hand. As if that was his green light, he quickly wrapped his hand around it, crumpling it slightly as he hurriedly stood up and made his way toward the door.

“Edward? Where are you going?” Their voice was soft as they called after him, he could feel his heart breaking as he heard the fear, and he wanted to comfort them.

He spun on his heel and barked out at them, “I love you!” And then slammed the door on his way out. He stormed away from the apartment, half way down the staircase he punched a hole in the wall with a shout.

He couldn’t believe he did that.

Once the cold air hit Edward’s face he pulled out his phone to call Henry, to update him on the information he received about their parents, and to ask him to check on MC.

Henry Jekyll

The knock on the door startled MC out of the script she was in the middle of reading. They stared for a moment before they were able to recognize that this was not part of their script. They opened the door, greeted the delivery man with a smile, and signed for the package. It was only when they brought it inside that they noticed that the name on the package was Henry’s. MC looked over it for any kind of clue as to what it could be. But it was very discrete and even searching the name of the sender gave no results.

Finally, MC took a photo of the package and sent it to Henry, ‘you got a package here?’

The reply was almost immediate. ‘The computer defaulted to your place, apologies. Thank you for signing for it.’ MC smiled, but then it was quickly followed up by a second message, ‘please don’t open it.’ Their eyes widened at the request.

MC’s gaze slipped to the package, their curiosity peaked. Wanting to figure out what could be inside it, they lifted the box and it felt light, as if it was practically empty, and there was an urge to shake it, but when they thought of the lab equipment that he would sometimes use they set it back down.

It felt like forever before Henry stopped by, he leaned forward giving MC a soft kiss on the cheek before he reached for the parcel.

“What’s in it?” MC finally asked.

Henry’s eyes widened for a moment before he looked away, and MC could see the colour rising on his cheek. “It’s actually…” Henry silently looked at the box before he sighed and set it down, opening it in front of them. Inside under a lot of padding was a well protected collectors box for Midfall Murders. One that had Signatures on the case, including their own.

“I sometimes forget you’re a fan.” MC chuckled, hiding their grin behind their hand.

“I enjoyed your performance in it.”

“This has the blooper reel, doesn’t it?”

“Blooper reel, director commentary, and even a little documentary about real world inspiration that was used for the characters.”

MC stepped closer to read the list, before she looked up at him, “do you want to stay and watch it here with me?”

“I would love that.”

#guard me sherlock #sherlock challenge prompt #Jeremy Cassel #Henry Jekyll #Edward Hyde #TW: threat of violence #TW: MC is pushed by one of the guys #Angst for Hyde

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guardmesherlock-rowan · 3 months

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And he rose to the occasion.

[Granada Holmes version]

#not gms related

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January Prompt: Envelope p2.

For @sherlockchallenge’s January prompt

Secondly, the M Group

James Moriarty, Sebastian Moran, and Jack Stillman under the cut

James Moriarty

Two men dressed in black huddled behind a wall, panting as they tried to hide. “Did you get it?” The first man asked, looking his friend over, hoping they hadn’t wasted their time. He broke into a grin as the other nodded and held up the envelope.

“Stole it straight from the Professor’s case.” He shook his head, “didn’t think the Professor would have had that much security.”

“Well he is a rich snob,” the first guy shrugged, “let’s get out of here, we’re going to make so much money with these test answers.” They had barely pushed off the wall when they heard a soft puff from behind them and the gravel at their feet spitting up at them.

“Is that what this was all about?” The voice of Moriarty laughed from behind them. “Bradley, Jasper, I wish I could say I’m surprised, but the only thing I’m surprised about is how poorly you planned this.” He grey haired professor shook his head as he approached them, with a the pale blond smirking man trailing just behind him.

“It’s funny that they thought they could get away with it though, honestly.” The blond man snickered, “Did you want me to take care of the situation from here?” The tilted his head to look at the Professor who hadn’t shifted his attention from the boys.

“It was just a prank, a dare, we swear!” Bradley stepped forward with a nervous smile. He had barely stepped forward with they heard another click puff, and more gravel was disturbed in front of them causing them to jump.

“The worst part is: you didn’t even get the answers you were looking for, but something far more valuable. Jack, grab the envelope won’t you?” The Professor gave the request and the man beside him jumped to it, but Bradley held the envelope away from Jack. Jack’s eyebrow shot up with amusement.

“Are you sure you want to do that?” He leaned forward with a gleam in his eye, and the two boys looked at each other before they handed the envelope over.

Bradley swallowed hard, looking up at the Professor, his color had drained from his face as he asked, “are you going -”

“No, I don’t think I will, at least- not yet.” Professor Moriarty smiled at them, holding the envelope close to his chest. “Now, run along, you have an exam to study for and I believe it just got significantly more difficult.” His eyes narrowed slightly as he watched them hurry off. His smile twitched before he carefully pulled out the contents of the envelope, and his expression softened.

“Everything in place?” Jack shoved his hands in his pockets, watching James carefully. The night was still young enough for someone to suffer for this theft. But the photos of MC in James’s hands looked intact.

“Just perfect.”

Sebastian Moran

Sebastian stood back, slowly petting one of the cats that had made the Moriarty estate their home. The cat had come in and had made itself comfortable while MC rushed around trying to ready themselves to head out. Their rush turned into a bit of a frenzy until they stood in the middle of the room they shared with Sebastian and ran their fingers through their hair. They took a deep breath. As he watched them calm down he pushed off the wall and approached them, gently he took their hand and waited for their attention to turn to him.

After a few calming breaths, MC quietly answered his unspoken question, “I’m missing the packet that I prepared for this meeting.” With a nod Sebastian turned back to the cat he had been petting, and hoisted it up while it quizzically chirped at him; revealing the large manila envelope that it had made itself comfortable on.

MC sighed in relief and hurriedly tucked it into their satchel. “Thank you, Sebastian.” The tension was gone from their face.

Sebastian gave them a small smile and stroked their hair. “Of course, MC.”

Jack Stillman

‘Heard you were sick, stay safe.’ The note was unsigned, but MC smiled knowing full well who it was from. The care package was well put together. A tin with a specialized blend of tea. A box of sweets. A package of dried soup mix. Small containers of cold meds, painkillers, and cough drops. Their eye was drawn to the bottom of the box, under everything was another envelope. The envelope was thick and floppy with it’s strange contents. Opening MC was able to pull out one of Jack’s ascots, the scent of his cologne flowing from it, and another little note. ‘Take your medicine, and be a good pet for me. I’ll be by later tonight to check if you followed your doctor’s orders~’

#guard me sherlock #sherlock challange #James Moriarty #Sebastian Moran #Jack Stillman #Felt a little better #Apparently the cold hurts me arms more - good to know

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guardmesherlock-rowan · 4 months

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Hello, I hope you're doing well. First of all, I want to thank you for your efforts that you did (multiple screens of the game). I really appreciate it because some of I couldn't have the opportunity to play them. And if you don't mind, do you have the spin off of Haunted kiss in the dark collection of james moriarty? I've been trying to search but I couldn't find 😭.

Firstly, I'd like to apologize for not having answered sooner. I am sure I have a reason I missed it but whatever the reason I'm still sorry that I didn't see this sooner.

For James it is Rumor Has It.

For the others:

John - Midnight Advice

Sherlock - Pray for Love

#221B Haunted Kiss #Anon #talk to me #Guard me sherlock

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January Prompt: Envelope

For @sherlockchallenge's January prompt

First the guys from Bakerstreet:

Sherlock Holmes, John Watson, and George Lestrade under the cut

Sherlock Holmes

“Alright, MC” Sherlock leveled his gaze at them. “You have three envelopes before you, and you need to pick which one to decide what we will be doing tonight.”

Their eyes narrowed, “is that it?”

“Of course,” he smiled, “just pick one of the three. Of course there are clues on the envelopes themselves as to what they are. So I would love to see you guess which one is which.”

“I see,” they looked over the envelopes carefully. All of them seemed similar to each other, though as they picked them up they could feel the different textures and weights. They lifted the envelopes up towards the lights, but whatever was in them were wrapped in additional paper to obscure them from being read through the envelope.

“Of course, it wouldn’t be that easy.” Sherlock leaned back, smiling as he watched them examine the envelopes.

They lifted another up for closer inspection, looking along the seams when a peculiar smell wrinkled their nose. They pulled back and looked up at Sherlock curiously. It smelled a little musty, like a zoo. They set it aside, certain that that was the answer.

Then they grabbed the second envelope and looked it over and during the search they found a faded indent on the corner of the paper, tilting it to make it easier to read, they saw ‘Wishmas’ Waterloo, exit 2. Their eyes narrowed as they wondered what that could mean, possibly a show?

Setting it down they reached for the final envelope but were surprised at how it felt gritty and lighter. They gently felt along the envelope and realized the paper folded inside was the only thing there. Either the item was written on that page or- closer examination of the envelope showed an imprint of a shoe on the envelope as if someone stepped on it, but it seemed to be centered perfectly on the envelope. They stole a glance up at Sherlock who seemed to have not moved an inch, but his piercing dark eyes seemed even more pleased as he knew what they had seen.

The odd thing about the imprint was that it was the shape of a high-heeled shoe. MC’s eyes drifted up towards the mantel and the pink shoe that sat there. “Very good.” Sherlock leaned forward. “Do you want to guess the first two and make your pick or…?”

“This one… is it for the zoo?” They held up the first envelope.

“It is, and the second?”

“Tickets for a show called ‘Wishmas’?” They sounded less sure of that one, but the grin on Sherlock’s face told them they were spot on.

“Do you want to choose between those two or would you like to see where this third one leads you?”

MC glanced at the shoe, curiosity prickling in their mind. “Since you went through all this trouble…” They stood up and Sherlock’s smile lit up with pride.

John Watson

MC flopped down on the bed in the hotel room. Their feet sore from that day’s work on set. Maybe they should talk with the costume department about the shoes they choose for that costume. At this rate, they would need to cover up the bruises and blisters for any future scene without their shoes. They wrinkled her nose and sighed. They hadn’t realized they were nodding off until there was a knock at their door.

On the other side of the door was Diana holding out a cup of cinnamon hot chocolate and another postcard. “Are you sure that Doctor of yours doesn’t have a brother or…” The tall woman teased as she handed them over to MC.

“He has an older brother, but I haven’t met him yet.” They took the drink and the postcard to the sofa, curling up as they smiled down at the card.

“Well, tell that Doctor I want his brother’s contact information as soon as possible. He’s just so cute sending these to you.” Diana shut the door behind her, and smirked at MC as they read the postcard, a light pink hue growing on their cheeks.

‘To my MC, I hope you had a good day on set. I cannot wait to see you performing again. But, Sherlock is driving me crazy. He has rearranged the sitting room in an attempt to recreate a layout from this crime scene the other day to show Lestrade how ridiculous he was being with believing the wife had done it. Though honestly the only one being ridiculous is Sherlock! Mikah keeps asking if I’ve heard back from you, and while I know we talk on the phone, I just cannot help wanting to write to you. Show you that even when we’re not talking, my thoughts are on you and the peace you bring into my life. If you ever get lonely when you’re working you can hold onto my postcards, or send me a text. Just know, even though you’re the one away from here, I am feeling homesick. All my love, John.’

George Lestrade

“I’m sorry, MC, I’m really, really, sorry.” George couldn’t meet their gaze as he scuffed his shoe along the floor. “I was really looking forward to being with you tonight, but-”

“Well, you go out there and you tell those criminals that they messed with the wrong inspector.” MC stepped close, gently touching his cheeks and turning his attention back to them.

As he smiled they could see him relax and lean into the touch. “You bet I will, but try to have a good night without me. Okay?” He leaned forward and kissed their forehead, as he pulled back they could see the blush on his cheek. He turned to leave but quickly pivoted back to them, “but not too good, okay? I mean.. of course, have a good night, but not too good as if you don’t miss me or forget about me, which isn’t to say I’m more important than you having a good night but I just-”

“I’ll be taking it easy tonight, but if you can hurry back home I’ll be looking forward to watching our show together. Maybe you can grab some takeaway on your way home?”

“It might be a busy night…” he frowned.

“Maybe, but when these criminals face off against the Inspector Lestrade?”

His lip twitched with a smile, and then he pulled MC in for a tight hug. “Promise you’ll really take it easy tonight?”

“Agreed.” They promised. George gave them a quick kiss and stepped out the door, only to reopen it again and steal 3 more kisses, each one longer than the last. Then finally, as his phone started to ring, he hurried down the street.

Once he was out of the house, MC started to look around, wondering how to spend their night. They wandered into the bedroom, noting how messy it was, and decided to tidy up and were surprised to find an envelope hidden between their bed and George’s nightstand. They thought that maybe it had slipped down there by accident. But when they pulled it out their eyes were wide as they saw their name written across the top of the envelope. Inside they pulled out several sheets of paper, each of them with some words scratched out, a few of them crumbled up, but most of them said the same things:

‘To the most wonderful, best, darling, beautiful, handsome, loving person I have ever known. Your support means more to me than I can ever express. The way you believe in me when everything else seems to fall apart, the way you are there for me when I get down on myself. You make me believe I can be a better person, not just a better inspector. I forget my worries when I hear your laugh, I want to protect your smile against everything. The way you light up my life when you’re excited over a new project. I cannot wait for those days I get to see you on the screen or stage, because of how electric you are when you’re living your dreams. And-‘

Then it trails off, and MC smiles seeing the effort and love that George put into these letters he did not mean for them to see.

Their phone chimes as they receive a message from George, ‘made it safe to work, I love you!’

‘I love you too.’

Note: I have decided going forward that Simon would be going with a new preferred name 'Diana'.

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Model Conversation - 20 - New Year 2024

January 2024 - prompt 'Envelope'

Part one - Model conversations; Rowan's POV

I take a deep breath as I double check the time on the delay for the email. I hit send as I hear the door open behind me. “I thought I heard someone moving around in here.” I can hear the smirk before I turn to see it.

“Yeah, these last few months have been good, and I thought maybe, I could handle a little more.” I turn to see James Moriarty, an eyebrow raised as he regards me.

“You think so?” He takes a step close to me, his smile is sweet, but there’s something cold in his eyes. “I would love to see that.”

“You don’t sound like you believe me.”

He shrugs with a light sigh. “I believe the better question is – do you believe in yourself? You have had years to come back, years to make things better, but you didn’t fight for your recovery hard enough.”

My hands clench and I move them to my lap, anxiously wringing my hands, trying to warm them up from the short email I sent. One thing I’m finding with them getting better is a weakness to the cold, I forgot to wear my gloves and I cannot help wonder if I will ever be able to write a long period of time without them on. Though, there are worse things to need for writing than fingerless gloves. It’s been years since my accident, years since it was misdiagnosed. I knew it didn’t seem right when it was first brought up, but I had gone with it, even when it didn’t work, I had gone with it. I rub my hands together; maybe it’s been too long.

“That’s what you’re telling yourself, isn’t it?” James laughs at my expression as I turn at him wide eyed. “I can see it in your body language. But let me be clear, it isn’t that I believe in you or don’t believe in you. Everyone can believe in you until they’re red in the face, but you-” He gently pokes my forehead. “If you don’t believe in yourself then you will be of no use to me. And trust me; life is much better when you’re useful to me.” His smile twitches a little as I huff at him. It doesn’t stop him from pulling up a chair and trying to pull the keyboard away from me. “Now what was that you were writing when I came in?” He starts to move the mouse as I panickly swipe his hands away.

“No! You cannot read it. I’ve written it and sent it so it will arrive in my inbox on December 31st. It’s just… my hopes and dreams for this upcoming year and a little reminder of how 2023 went.” I can feel the heat on my cheeks as I admit this to him, but I still pull the keyboard away from him.

“Very well, then I will read it on New Year’s Eve.” He leans back in the chair, and I am fairly certain he will read it long before the actual day it sends, but I’ll take the illusion of the win. “So tell me, what is your plan?” I hesitate for a moment before leaning forward to speak softly of my hopes for 2024.

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